Hi Holly

Dear Holly,

I found a brolly,

It was really smolly.

From Bronny

It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas



Courtesy of Yours Truly



Hey you,

Happy Christmas ;P

Also no, I used a timer and decided to post this at 06:34 because that is a very Christmassy time to post things online.

Love, Bronwyn

Merry November

Dear Internet,

I be a fibber and about to rant.
More so, my household is filled with the flu and everyone is ill besides me; excluding the slight cough I still retain from my plight.
Everybody on TV will not stop going on about how amazing Christmas is - but the fantastical element they blab on about constantly simply doesn't exist (everyone just remembers Christmas as being better than the rest of the year, then they make stuff up about it).
Right now, my older sister is walking around the house singing a song about Jesus because she is performing at one of the local churches tomorrow - but the problem with that is that she doesn't actually care about religion most of the time, the closest she gets to that is blaspheming in itself.
Really, outside it is beautiful. That is because the winter sky is always prettier than the summer sky (cue light bulb going off above my head - IDEA!),
*and then I actually logged off plus now it's the 24th*
You'd think because it's Christmas eve that I'd have a life... well you'd be wrong, for my family is boring.
Christmas will be really fun though and I'm super excited just to have a break, so have a good one (happy Hanukkah etc etc)!
Love from Bronwyn

I Wanna Be a Wonderbolt

Dear Blog,

Phew! I think I'm going to go into school tomorrow although I've been ill all week - it's just been me being sickity (e.g barfity) and bed ridden.
Oh and it has been so boring I just don't even ahhhh
I even had to miss the carol concert, which is one of my favourite school days, and most of the last week of school before Christmas! < angry here btw
meh cbb
from Bronwyn
p.s I was going to do something fun and everything but I decided I would go have some sleep
(but at least there's a title link!)

Mugged... Well not really

Note, this was posted 4 days after it was written (besides a few edits).

Dear Internet,




I love Sumo Paint

 On Saturday I went shopping for Christams presents and my purse was 'safely' tucked up inside my coat - £30 in there (which is v. much for a 13 year old, if you do the maths it's equivalent to something along the lines of £100) which I had saved up.
This is a short one, so it's okay.

JEmail (?)

Dear Internet,

I was confused before, and now I am still confused.
From Bronwyn

Sometimes (Song Thing)

Dear Web,

Procrastination.
Poem after breaketh.
I know the tune, but you don't, so okay.

Random dancing is so fun!

I wrote and typed all this at 9pm, but sent it off for 23:30 in case my dad turned the internet off.
Dear Internet (and especially you),
Random dancing is really fun, you should try it sometime. For instance, if you do the loading dance (which is the best dance ever for making your technological device load faster, honest), then it has a purpose but people think it's random. Sometimes random dancing is just that though; random - and it is fun.
A dance I did half an hour ago went like this...

Why did I do this dance? Why it was because....

Becuase...

Becase...

Bese..

...

Well I dunno but it was fun and made my brain go 'Yay!', so go do some random dancing right now! With your hands (twiddle yo fingas), with your eyes (flutter flutter), with your legs (kick, yeah!) or with your mouth or tongue or something.

*do your dance in this space*

I hope you danced. If you didn't, it's your loss. :P

*dance here again*

Love, Bronwyn

Awww, Thanks! I totally wanted to hear THAT. *NOW WITH DIALOGUE*

Note for people who know me that this was made BEFORE I came back, so please don't be offended

Pic actually relevant


Dear My Little Reader,

Isn't it annoying when you've been ill and people ask you why you were off? At school, I mean.

I am a generally honest person, and I won't go round lying about stuff just for the sake of it, but sometimes, if you've had a massive stomach bug you don't really want to tell people about it - and why would they want to know anyway? Yes, I know, I know, people care and stuff, but I don't think they actually want to know; I've made the mistake of asking someone before.

Then There Were -175 000 456.05845845847547

I'm sorry, but it was this or the Enterprise on the temp. laptop :/
I can't stop laughing :P
Okay, yeah, the picture isn't relevant, but it's my sister's (who was 9 at the time) Barbie 'pup', who I was apparently murdering if I didn't take a screenshot of it.

Dear Internet,
I am terribly sorry that I have not posted for an entire week, but the problem was that whenever I tried to post my post, or edit it, my computer blue-screened (you'll have to Google that if you don't understand). So now that I have access to my dad's frustratingly slow laptop, I shall continue, and time one or two thingies to do stuff. Then there was the troubling fact that I was not at school for four days, so my friends - and some teachers - had thought that I had died, so it has been wonderful to be told that I'm not dead, or to have been asked that rhetorically.
It also seems that people read this (I'm gonna say Tilly, Louise, Jess & Holly because they said that they ''read this'' to me today (not that they read the blog actually to me, just that they said that they... never mind, you know what I mean (that they 'reed' this) , which is a bit scary so I'll have to type some more thingies now, and bug my dad some more. So... yeah.
I'm gonna make a wordle.
From Bronwyn

Absent

pic unrelated but from my IT homework
on a side-side note, derrrrp

Dear Internet,
The most interesting thing that has happened to me today was that I went to the doctor's, and the doctor? She was nice. Note, not THE Doctor, just A doctor, unfortunately, but now I'm having chips for lunch, and that's okay.
Thanks for reading my boringness again,
From Bronwyn

Pageth

Hey,

gak gak gak

Just exploring the features on Blogger that I haven't used yet.

Hmmmmmm.

And if you actually care, ask a question in the comments, because I'm doing an 'amusing' FAQ(Frequently Asked Question)ssssss page.

But, not, well okay... but I'll just make up my own *forever alone*.

"Yeah."

I shall testeth things after the breaketh & noweth tooeth.

Why Clock, WHY?!!!!!!

Dear Internet,
Honestly, I have to finish a history project and a French presentation, and I think....
Aaaahhhhhh no, I have chemistry too.
BANGS
HEAD
OFF
DESK
WHY
AM
I
SO
STUPID
I
MEAN
I
HAVE
JUST
HAD
AN
ALL
NIGHTER
AND
MY
PARENTS
ARE
GOING
TO
KILL
ME
...I'll talk/type normally now.

Small Room or Massive Crowd

Dear web,
I find the big crowd less awkward, so I'd prefer that.
Now, rhetorical question thing, do you find that speaking to a large audience is easier than one-to-one confrontation?
Just think about it, because I don't want to seem weird, or make people think I'm weird do I?
Do I?!
Also, I want to start something fun and cool on here (lolno), just so I can find it more interesting, and because Holly said so, so I might/probably will/help us we're slaves atl*.
Love, Bronwyn.
Urgh, I need to be more interesting. Sorry for wasting your time. I'm not usually this bad.
*and the likes

Blogging is Hard

To do, I mean. Not hard as in soft-hard. *facepalm*

So true

Dear web,
*sigh*
You imaginary people don't care, but this therapy helps. 
Thanks,
From Bronwyn

The Magic Number...? [EDIT: I GIVE UP]

*Pre-post giving up edit.*                                         ^
 mons petite intranananaanetté
After my last post
Dear Web,
301 is the number of views popular YouTube videos get stuck on for some hours. (Why?) <--- lame
It's also

f*'naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

I've been trying to type this small post for days now.

 CBA**

Bye

From Bronwyn

*fiery, flooby, France (or something)
**Can't Be... Actualised? Meh.

Poor Frog

Hey, you.

Click here (or on the pic, if my link hasn't derped).
Watch it.
Laugh so much. 6_9

B
Also, 30 posts!
And 300 views!
Bye from B for realsies now. :P

It's Been a While

Yeah, it has.
So, Internet, 
I was away for the weekend, and now I'm taking part in an event in school called 'The Business Game'.
The 4 schools from our foundation compete bladiblabalabla etc, but it's for an entire week so everybody involved is excused from all lessons.
Fun.
Love, Bron

Lileus

Dear world,
This is my gal, who has been my Google profile pic for ages now (a year or so?).
I named her Lileus today because I used to love iGoogle and Google Plus...
I googLE pLUS
So there - onwards to many drawings of her!
Bye,
Love from Bronwyn
p.s
Also went to Gibside today and it was stunning... the Autumn leaves were beautiful, and the rays of light left me in awe. I can't describe how beautiful it was; I simply love my pretty Britain

...Found the Picture after my Ramble

 
  To the summer breeze that made me sigh, and the music that made me smile,
  I never hear good things in my head.
  When I do
  I'm hidden behind
        a layer of
concealer.
  It's always someone else
  that inspires me
leaves me in awe.
        I often wonder why I can't be happy with
                                                      what I've done myself
  because I always unpick the stitches
  and take apart the pen
then it breaks.
  It all breaks.
     I feel like giving up and...

I don't know.
  I used to think I knew it all, but now I'm left here
  alone, with my broken glass butterflies.
  Not lonely, though. Just
misunderstood.

  Goodbye to the view that I love - the view that the greatest camera
  ever created couldn't paint
in all its
beautifullness
        ...and that's a word now. ^_^

Pastel Poem Song Thing

Webbity,

You thought the world was made of pastels,
But now you've grown out of that phase.
Used to think that you could fly- -
Now you can't bye, buy- - - -
You could do with some magic right now.
See the double arched rainbow,
But girls like you need the the pot of gold.
Thought you'd be a superstar,
But now you're busking; your guitar and
Run, beg from house to home,
If only you had known.

Byetty,
By Bronwyn

And that song I liked - - Lone Wolf, Alexa Mullins (the writer, 13 years old), has recorded an AMAZING version! Check it out!

It was Halloween

Web,
Halloween comes once every 365 days. I like Halloween, not (only) because you get free sweets/chocolate/money/candy, but it's the one day of the year where it's perfectly acceptable for children who you don't know to come knocking at your door, asking for food.
Bye.

Muahhahahaha

Dear Internet,
This scheduling thing ROCKS!
Love, Bronwyn.

Beat to the Bass (song thing - honesly it's so cliché)

Heyy guize,
I'm so sorry, but...
TIME FILLER!

Beat to the bass
And jump to all that.
You want to face the music
But you dunno how to - -

If ya beat to the bass
And dance to the salmon
You can swim with the sharks
And party 'til the night's gone!
*party 'til it's all gone!*

Many, Many, Many Clever Ideas!

Dear Internet,
I just had the most -uh-maze-ing idea, it's this thing called 'schedule' in Blogger. Make posts now and post them later - I won't suddenly have my OCDish urge to post in the middle of the night, because it will already have been fulfilled through the timer. That's nice.
Then I had another idea...
Don't procrastinate (as much)! Just get on with my work. You too, random reader! Get on with whatever you were supposed to be doing. Go, now.
You're still here.
I don't believe you if you tell me you have nothing to do, 'cause everybody has something more important than my blog.
No?
...
Fine, then.
I have to write a speech still, because of illness caused by procrastination, so argh urgh. Argh urgh argh urgh urgh.
"Hello, this is my speech! Some random spoonerage about other random tikka masala and there you go. Dreams! Love! Aspirations! Journeys! Thank you, goodbye." *pukes*
D- *gags* Done. *covers mouth and turns away from laptop*.
Okay, so maybe not so many great amazing clever ideas.
From Bronwyn

People Talk About...





...Awkward Conversations



Dear Internet,



I've been sleeping a lot lately. On Thursday, I was ill from exhaustion (see my last post :P), and I was in bed until 4:30pm. 'Twas fun. Yesterday, I didn't get around to logging on, then waiting half an hour for Blogger to load... etc, etc.

I've done nothing, and I have to write a speech about stuff, myself, my idols, myself again.

The theme?      'Journeys'



What a load of macaroni balony

But enough about me! Let's type about not me, maybe even you.

Fun Stuff follows the exclamation mark!

I Promised Myself... I Think. :|

Internet,
Must do history essay!

• It's in for today kind-of (00:15 when typing)
• Will learn stuff
• Only worth 2 homework slots (80 mins max)

Must stop procrastinating!

Bronwyn.

Equations of Chocolate Substance

Dear internet,
Ties are fun and can be nice to be involved in.
Wait...
I mean it's nice to draw with someone in a race or something along the lines of that, because nobody has to lose (it's usually me who loses :P).
Unless it's something to do with creativenesseseses, it's unlikely that I will win, because it's hard to boss people around in a topic when you're bad at said topic - I can totally motivate people if it's to do with songs, though. Either that or I really annoy people. Hm. I honestly think it's a bit of both, for I sing and motivate my team with my (movtivating) songs and then they must be really determined to get away from my songs because they're so repetetive.

Peeya, Peeya, Peeya-NO! Piano. :D Piano.

Peeya, Peeya, Peeya-NO! Peeya, Peeya-NO! :D
Dear Internet,
Piano music is best music at this moment in time, because I am doing my Latin* homework.
Q2: Why was Iulius worried?
Erm... because the X Factor was being X-Factor-eeish? Ah, no - - it's AD 79, people had better things to do back then than watch people yodel on a stage.
Must stop procrastinating.
But also must not be a workaholic weirdo who never socialises.
WHY CAN'T I HAVE FUN AND WORK?! It's not fair, because My Little Brony, Facebook, YouTube and my actual life are much more fun than homework.
Okay, bye.
Bronwyn.

* This does not - I repeat, DOES NOT - mean I am what many people like to call a private school snob, firstly, I don't go to a private school, so that one's pretty much ruled out. Secondly, this Latin homework is in for... two weeks ago. :P Oh well.

Voice

So hi internet, how're you?
I just had a thought; I love music. I love sound

Music's a passion of mine, and I could never cope if I were to become deaf, because I can always feel a rhythm, some lyrics, or often a tune inside my head. My friends would definitely be able to confirm this, 'cause I'm always singing or doing something along the lines of music; and why not? It's great to be moved by a song.

Happy Song Thing

Dear Internet,
Apparently, I'm too depressing.
So I'll sing a happy song at 11pm. Also, I <3 this song!

Yes.
Real lyrics after the break.

Prefect Stuff

Dear Internet,
I'm not sure if I've already posted this, but you'll have to read it anyway!
*cue evil laugh*
Actually, you don't have to, but you want to, right?
Yes, you do.
I was on prefect duty at a parent's evening on ... last night and it was painful. And by painful I mean almost 2 hours of standing there, smiling. Greeting. Both. Farewelling (?).
It was nasty.
At least I put £1 in the donation box and took a cup of tea and 4 (& a half <= don't ask) biscuits.
And now, I procrastinate. :D

Thusly. (+ pics after break!)

Kein Something Sprakken Something Die Something Deutsch

pic completely related

<= me during language lessons

Dear Internet,

I do not speak German, French or Latin.

Just because I have lessons in them does not make me speak them.

PROCRASTINATIONAL RANT TIME!

children: YAY!

*I steal a toot sweet from a 6 year old and run away whilst playing random notes, thus enchanting the children*

children: YAY!...?

me: MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA- -

toodle tee toot

children: YAY! *follow*

Yeah, I'm lucky to go to school, but it's so BORING!!!!!! At times.
Wait, I need to do these pieces of homework (e.g I have 4 pieces of German that I have not done (from 3 previous weeks and today) and I have hidden this fact from the teacher who I know might just explode with anger if she found out that I hadn't forgotten my book and that I had actually just not done the homework in the first place).
I shall bid thee farewell.
Bronwyn *--*

Hello, Internet!

60 views. Hm. This is nice.
Actually, it's 61 now and I like it; I like you guys. Yeah.
This will have to be really short as I have something ridiculous as an amount of homework, but maybe later. :)
Lav, Bronwyn <3

Lone Wolf

Dear Internet,

I had to try a couple of times before I eventually decided to post this.

...But I want to talk about being alone.

About being on the outside, and everyone else turning away or looking down when you're near; when nobody smiles with you. I used to be one of thoses people when I was a small girl, I remember the other children said I was a nobody, and that I would never get anywhere with anything that I did. Although it never truly broke my spirit; I have never truly trusted anyone and I have always been the 'class clown' or 'the genius', or even 'the girl who sings'.

Making friends is hard, I know, but keeping your head held high is so much harder.

Madame French Folder Thing Says Hi

Salut! Eei am Branweenz Fransh fohldaire!
Eei no yoo mai be a beet confused, mais je suis veery frandlee.
Onfortionattement, Branween est looking at mie quite funny. Elle est trés strange, mais aussi Ei will say goodbiye, et...
Quelle est dat? Aftaire the break. Ah, ohkay.
Biye :)
Madame Crozzy-Ponts
(pssst! Do actually come for after the break! -Bron)

Heal Me (Song Thing)

Hi, again.

Song/poem time!
Heal me better 'cause you see the cuts.
Find your reason with no 'ifs' or 'buts'.
Stop me bleeding with your medicine.
Fix me up and then tuck me in.

Binary

Dear the voices inside my head (jk, I don't (think I) have schitzophrenia*)

I don't even know why that's the title, but this one'll be short
Meh, whatever.
But it's been 3 DAYS. And I know how you imaginary people get, you get...
imaginary?
Meh. ^-^
Anyway - I have reached the big two-five! That's 25 hits (w00t), which, I know, is NOT (I repeat NOT) a very high number considering Equestria Daily has 250 million.
That's only, wait...
250 000 000
25 -  - - -  - - -
10 000 000 times more needed; not too much of a challenge. You imaginary guys can refresh that many times, right? ;) Either that or start a huge meme/cult/thing, in which everyone loves my blog and reads it.
Not that I want that many people to read it, I just think that on the internet you can just throw your thoughts out there, and nobody will read them.

Love, Bronwyn

*I don't think that's how you spell it.

Can't Figure Out. Stuff. Ahh Help.

You guize.
Ill today.
'Twas boring; I slept 'til 1pm. D: Meh.
CUL8R (Bronwyn)

Subliminal Blog

Heyy,
OooOOooOoOoOoOOOOoOOoOOoOoOOoOooOoOOoOoooOOOooOoOooOoooh!
SubleEeEeeEeeeEeeeeeEEeeeeEeeeeEeEEeEeeEeeEeEeEeEEEeeEeEeMEeEeeEeEEeEeNALLLLL!!!!
w00t
Bayy, Lav fram B xxx

Blind With Open Eyes

Hi web-reader-surfer-things,

Song thing. About a blind person.

Blind With Open Eyes

I'm blind with open eyes
I can see and I can rise - above it all.
Hear the whispering behind me,
All my senses are quite hightened,
Don't think that I don't know you
Because I cannot see.
I can picture so clearly.

I remember the last day I saw,
I took it for granted.
Now I can only touch
What I am handed.
Maybe if I live more carefully,
I might see, the irony.

I have 60 pairs of sunglasses
And I have a stupid stick
I always had independence
But today I can't have it.
I'm blind with open eyes and
I will never see the skies
again.

I'll never see a child cry, (:))
But I'll never see the dawn.
I'll never watch someone die,
Or see a baby being born.
I'll never see a smile again,
I'll only ever hear it.
But when I'm in a dark room
I have no reason to fear it! :D

Head high...
Whatever, I'll never see my face ever.
I have unruly hair,
No reason to care!
I don't need your judgement
Because mine's cast in set cement.

Whatever, I don't mind it
Even if I do.
I hate all of this blindness
To what Earth is going through.
At least I still have music
So I can sing and I can dance
I can jump and I can write
Although it's hard without my sight!
I can stare straight at the sun
With no 'wherefores' and no 'whys',
Because I might be blind...
But I'm blind with open eyes.

By Bronwyn Riani
(c) Bronwyn Riani 2012
No use without the author's consent.

Oooh! That sounds so official. Me likes. ;)
Also, this is my improv poetry song stuff, 'cuz I type it in and make it up as I go along and only ever minor tweak it for typos. :
                                                        ....
Larts arve larve fram Bronwyn. :|_*_|:  (<< pool of awesome!)

A Cut Above

Hello, My Dear Friend...
Today, I played in a hockey match at Gateshead Stadium for my school. Well, okay, it was a friendly match and I kept on being switched in because I was a sub, but that still counts, doesn't it?
No?
Hm. You non-existant people seem not to care, alot.
It doesn't matter though; I just need to get my thoughts and emotions out into the world, not a small book in my bedroom dresser, and this means you can click 'next blog' all you like - I'm still here.
The title of this one is because in Electronics today, I cut off some of my hair as a dare (rhymes :D) and it  was fun, at least it was funner than the cold, muscle pulling, devastatingly bad hockey match my team played against Durham High (although, they pay to go to school in the UK, so they must want to get the most out of their *ahem* parents' money) who beat us 12-0 last year, and 5-0 today. Mind you, they probably don't have the same team as last year, because nobody from 2011 can afford the new fees! XD
Lurve y'all,
Bah-ronwyn.

ps.
CU L8R and I'd better tell you about the *shudder* french 'fohldaire' soon...

What to Do When...

...You Have One of Potentially the Biggest Decisions of Your Life Coming Up.
(Dear Reader,)
I was hoping you could tell me.
I have to choose my GCSEs soon (it's an exam for 14-16 year olds in the UK), and I don't know what to choose. Problems of the first world, right? But I don't have a clue what I want to do in life, okay, I know I don't want to go into sciences... but I have to potential to. I'm in the top 2.5% of the year in academic terms and this means all of the teachers want me to take their subject for the exams - furthermore, I want to take arts; literature, art (well, duh), drama, music and all that jazz. My mother says I should 'go live my wants and dreams out', and my dad says 'Drama and art aren't sustainable subjects and won't get you anywhere in life; they especially won't get you rich.' this is because my mam's an artist and my dad used to enjoy music (he wanted to have a career in it), but my dad got nowhere and he is suggesting that I could do something great with my ability to absorb information.
So, yeah.
Another point to mention is that of course, I do want to do art, drama or music (etc) - but I know that these are harder paths to go down because basically anyone can pick up a pencil, slip into a role or plonk a few notes on a piano, but not everyone can figure out the workings of a human body, unearth the structure of an atom, or calculate the hypotenuse of a triangle very easily.
I can(ish)/have the extremely strong potential to do so.
Aaahh.
Plus, I go to a work-obsessed school whose teachers love to give out homework to straight-A, top-set-for-everything students such as myself.
17 pieces a week, come on!
That's... 8 months (I think) in a school year, roughly 4 weeks per month... 8 x (17 x 4) = 544. So, give or take a few, we've got roughly 550 pieces of homework a year. Help me. To refrase that, half a thousand pieces of homework a year. That's too much for a 13 year old girl such as myself. Aaaaahh.

Let me go and finish said homework.
Bronwyn /):3(\

Incredible Eyes

Dear Internet,
I think I write songs better after I read something good amazing; it always inspires me if it makes me think. I never connected with anything after I finished the Harry Potter series, or The Hunger Games trilogy - I just thought "Oh, it's over. Well that was nice.", and that was it. No smiles, or anything like that (which is a bit anticlimatic if you ask me).
But some of the fiction I read grips me. It holds on to me tightly, and whether it's online or in paper I have to read it constantly, as if I'd lie awake at night pondering over the next chapter's title and what it could mean. It suffocates me with its enchanting words, the tendrils of the pentameter reel me in with their rhythmic beat... and I never forget those words. I run to my songbook and the tune hust spills of me - - if I think it, it's there, and the tune will not leave me alone for the rest of the day; I find myself humming it even whilst listening to other music, and although I knew a lot about the Industrial Revolution already (the one in Britain first, but also the revolution which spread), I had an urge to pour my feelings into this one song, and my tune. Considering this was after reading a short story of around 15,000 words, I think thats pretty deep.

So here goes, the lyrics to a verse only (verse 2):

Saw the machines being built
In those satanic, dark mills.
There is no compensation
And every single nation...
They see the blood disguised as rust,
They see ashes, say it's dust.
If you want to live your life you can't
Because you're just not quite (worth it).

So the damage of a revolution is as great as its innovation is the message I was trying to get across. In verse 1a/2 (it's before the 1st chrous, but after the first verse, so I dunno,), this verse, nobody wants to admit that these 'great' ideas might not be as great as they thought, and that people were being tortured by the machines they saw being built; the places that had to exist to make bigger and better machines turned out to be the monsters: bigger and more malevolent than anything that had occupied this Earth previously.
So I got this all from a story.
I think I write much better songs when I'm inspired by great literature, I'm sure of it.

Love, Bronwyn.