I'm really getting lazy with this blog. It's only three or four weeks since I started it and I'm already leaving five day gaps between posts... my excuse is that I'm not at college so I don't have my free lessons in which to write here. (But we all know that it's really just because I can't be bothered.) Oh well, I'm here now and I have so much crap to tell you that I can't remember any of it. Which is always useful, innit.
Well on Saturday my dad decided that I should get a phone contract after all (I think he might have been abducted by aliens and replaced by something... different) and we went shopping to have a look for some good deals/phones. I actually like the iPhone, though it's way too expensive and sort of pointless considering you can get phones just as good for a lot cheaper. And since my dad only wants to pay a certain amount of months for the contract and is making me pay the rest, cheap is a pretty big factor in which one I choose. Any suggestions?
After we'd finished shopping on Saturday, we called in at our friends' house (Katy and Pippy - my mum's best friend's daughters) and we watched St Trinian's, which was fabtabulouso because I hadn't seen it and I wanted to see the second one because Mr Gorgeous Tennant is in it (well, what can you do? I may not be obsessed with Doctor Who anymore but it's practically in my blood. David Tennant. Yum.) anyway yeah, so we watched St Trinian's and now I want to see the second one even more.
(I should really think about getting food instead of writing here since I'm getting quite hungry, since I haven't eaten all day (I was too busy tidying my room "because Father Christmas doesn't come if your room's not tidy" - you'd think my parents would realize Father Christmas doesn't exist by the age of almost fifty), and I have to go to work in two hours, but I've got too much to say. Even if none of it is particularly interesting.)
So on Sunday I went to work (where we surreptitiously sneaked out of the kitchen when nobody was looking and had a snowball fight), but even more excitingly than that, we finally put our Christmas tree up! Not one, in fact, but two - we have the fake one we always used to use in the hallway to Christmasfy that area a bit, along with some fairy lights round the mirror, and the main tree is in the lounge. It's massive though and the bottom branches are sloping towards the ground so we can't see any presents which happen to be there... the cats love to sleep under it, as well, because it's next to the radiator and the heat emanating from it gets caught by the branches of the tree, so it's nice and warm down there. (Actually, I noticed on the label of the tree when my parents brought it home that it said "DO NOT PUT NEAR RADIATOR" and, though my parents insisted it was fine, being as scared of fire as I am, I sneaked downstairs with a pair of scissors and when nobody was in the room I snipped off all the branches that were nearest the radiator. What? I may be paranoid but it's better than burning your house down. Innit. It was only a small radiator, anyway.)
So yeah. Now my house is nice and Christmassy and the Christmas spirit is building nicely - as well it should, being two days away.
On Monday, as I said previously, I went to the pantomime with my mum, dad, Freddie, auntie Ruth and cousin Hannah. (Only one Hannah will be mentioned in this blog, I think, so don't panic.) It was Peter Pan, which was a refreshing change from the normal boy-meets-girl-gets-married story they usually have.
Then after the pantomime, we went to Ruth's house, taking half an hour to get there, which is usually a ten minute trip (there was a traffic jam because a mini couldn't get up the icy hill) and she had booked a meal at Pizza Express, and having been on the waiting list in order to get a space there, she was determined that we were going, despite the fact that it was snowing incredibly hard and the snow was already thick on the ground from Friday's snowfall. So we walked.
As you do. We walked for twenty minutes in the snow and arrived at Pizza Express completely soaked due to snowball fights on the way (my dad scooped up an armful of snow and dumped it on my head - lovely of him, I know - so I naturally had to return the favour.)
Last week I got bored and I randomly searched for recording studios in the UK and ended up emailing one, Aardvark, with a link to my original song "Candles" on YouTube. They said it could take them up to two months to reply and I wasn't expecting any reply at all, but I checked my emails on Monday, four days after I emailed them, and a woman called Jan had replied:
"Hi Molly
Thank you for your email giving a link to your YouTube site. Unfortunately we only consider signing an artist when they have supplied us with a fully recorded and mastered album. Having listened to your track on YouTube it appears that you haven’t reached that level yet.
However, you do have a good voice and if at some time in the future you do have a fully recorded and mastered album then please come back to us."
I don't know how exactly they expect me to get a fully recorded and mastered album without a recording company - I was under the impression that that was their job. Still, it's exciting! And since I am working on Candles with some musicians my step-grandma knows up in Scotland, it could happen. If I think really, really, really positively. Which we all know I'm not that great at doing. But I'll try my best.
I did some nice Christmassy recordings for both of my channels today - Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas on RubberDucki12 and a nice spoof of Under the Sea from the Little Mermaid on WickedSpoofs. Have I told you about WickedSpoofs? It's a channel I share with Cora, because I've been writing spoofs for quite a while now and figured there's no reason I shouldn't make a new channel for them. Because Cora and I are so vocally diverse (i.e. she can sing high and I can't) she can sing the spoofs of high songs which I can't do. Which is fabtabulous - because one of my best spoofs is my Phantom of the Opera one but I don't see myself being able to sing that any time soon. Anyway yeah, WickedSpoofs is just an outlet for some of my huge amount of randomness. It's great.
Ooh. The lights went out for a second. It has been raining here today - FINALLY the snow is melting! We can leave the house again! But typically, we might not get our white Christmas. So close! - and there was a little thunderstorm as well; I say "little" and I mean one flash of lightening and a few rumbles of thunder. Honestly, English weather! It never can make up its mind. Especially because it snowed again on Tuesday night and then it was thicker than ever.
Random point: have you ever noticed how the E and the A in heart actually look like a heart?
Ooh. I'm listening to Oliver Tompsett's CD right now. Ooooh, his voice absolutely makes me melt. It's like mmmmm, encase me in warm melted chocolate and let me stay here in the comfort of your eyes... never let me escape, I want to stay here forever in your arms... *drool*. Okay so maybe I am infatuated. So what? Go look him up. Trust me, nobody except my weird friend Zoe can escape the same fate. He's like an immortal child. (For those of you who know Twilight).
Anyway so you're pretty much up to date with life right now. Nothing really happened yesterday or today, and now it's time for me to go to work, so I bid you farewell and I shall be back tomorrow.
Innit bruv.
Toodles!
Molly x
Only Troy's head is left on my advent calendar... muahahaha!
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