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Saturday, 28 June 2014

poorly written pop songs

So we had this project in music, we were in groups and we had to write and perform a pop song. I guess the only conventions we had to stick to were basic formatting, and we took inspiration from Paramore.

Our song (I wrote most of it - and that's not a good thing, it's really cringey) is untitled, but I guess it would be called Hatred is the New Black.

I don't remember the lyrics exactly, but the gist of it is:

Something's got you down, and you don't wanna get back up,
You refuse all of the help you get, this battle will be lost.

I guess hatred is the new black,
It suits you perfectly,
It looks so goddamn good on you,
It's like your LBD.

You say you're trying hard,
But your trying hard to lose.
Like you're forcing yourself to feel,
Misery and gloom. <--I didn't write that line

I guess hatred is the new black,
It suits you perfectly,
It looks so goddamn good on you,
It's like your LBD.

So why don't you understand,
We're trying to help you, doing the best that we can,
but even our best can't save you,
You've got to save yourself,
If you need some inspiration, then girl,
just look around,
just look around. (Can you smell the cringe? Can you feeeeeel my heart?)

So that's our mega cringe song and I don't quite know why I am sharing this, or whether I will share it, I just felt like it I guess.

Amy xx

Note: I am sure I will regret posting this haha, it is so uber cringey! Just to say, this is not really my kind of song, I prefer more mellow happy/sad songs, and teenage angst isn't really my style, but I guess I am alright at making rhyming lyrics, so this is the end product. Also passive aggressive is my middle name.


Tuesday, 24 June 2014

return of the mediocre blogger - discussing dedication

I guess I've neglected this blog for a while. I would say I was sorry but I don't think anyone has been eagerly awaiting updates. You see, some people in this world have this thing called dedication, they have work ethic and they are motivated and determined and loads of other things that I am not.

When it comes to school, I just coast and it takes an exceptional teacher to make me actually try (although I don't always like these teachers, I know they are good for me), and I am grateful for them. But I feel bad, really bad, about the fact that I don't put effort in to what I do and I don't have any drive to put any effort in.

I do take pride in some of my work, if I am interested in it, but I don't think the curriculum is really built around my interests so sadly most of my work is half completed rubbish. This blog could be considered half completed rubbish I guess, along with two other blogs I have had, which I also neglected. (This was when I was 10/11 and I really haven't changed).

I guess as an update of sorts I could tell you a few things about my life right now, so here goes nothing/something:
I am now fourteen and will be fifteen in November and I don't really know how I have changed, mentally anyway.
Tomorrow I am going to see War Horse in the theatre and I am excited because I can remember going to see it when I was very young, I sat in the second row and loved it, although that's pretty much all I remember so I guess I will get to relive that seven-year-old experience. Then, next week Wednesday I am going to Italy to the Bay of Naples (sorrento?) with my school on a Latin trip. It is going to be hot and despite sun cream I will burn. 
I just did all my end of year exams, I've had a few results back and they are all pretty good, none are exceptional but they are good enough for me. (can you see the lack of motivation here?!?!) Anyway, I liked doing them all in a week, it meant they were all over and done with and I could be less stressed etc. Turns out we are also doing controlled assessments now which sucks, I don't get that because we did all our end of year exams.

I might write a couple more posts and I might post them, I don't know.

For now,
Ciao (that's italian, right? I'm preparing for Italy),
Amy x