...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(\
This is a blog. A blog is what this is being.
Sunday 30 September 2012
Saturday 29 September 2012
Incredible Eyes
Dear Internet,
I think I write songs better after I read somethinggood 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.
I think I write songs better after I read something
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.
Tuesday 25 September 2012
Monday 24 September 2012
Smooth Cloud Jazz Homework
Dear Internet,
Today was incredibly boring.
Not only was I given 4 pieces of homework, but I actually had to go to school to get it, and I haven't done them.
It's not like I didn't clear all of it over the weekend, right? Right?!
But now, I'm listening to big band jazz, and it's so smooth, I feel so smooth right now. Like oil. Yeahhhh, like oil. Mmmh yeah, smooth jazz.
Hear that saxophone!
Do do do do do ba du ba do do do ba doo ba do ba do do ba ba do...
Another thought; clouds are so cool, I mean they're just so... cloudlike.
That's so deep.
<3 Bronwyn
Today was incredibly boring.
Not only was I given 4 pieces of homework, but I actually had to go to school to get it, and I haven't done them.
It's not like I didn't clear all of it over the weekend, right? Right?!
But now, I'm listening to big band jazz, and it's so smooth, I feel so smooth right now. Like oil. Yeahhhh, like oil. Mmmh yeah, smooth jazz.
Hear that saxophone!
Do do do do do ba du ba do do do ba doo ba do ba do do ba ba do...
Another thought; clouds are so cool, I mean they're just so... cloudlike.
That's so deep.
<3 Bronwyn
Sunday 23 September 2012
Welcome to my Humble Abode
Dear Internet,
So, hi.
Talk about awkward.
Erm... yeah. I just moved from my school's blogsite (which nobody read), to this one (which nobody will read).
Not much difference really, apart from the fact that on the school blog around 2000 people might read my words - but now it's THE WHOLE WORLD.
Muahahaha *world domination*.
Yeah (again), I used to address the school as 'dear web' or 'dear internet' at the beginning and it's a habit I've kept. Also I have homework and I WILL REPEAT THIS (you've been warned) that this is merely a means of procrastination that I shall use everyday.
I know, right?
This is just a small introduction; you will hear about my goings on in life, the world, my french folder (tymail - tell you more about it later), and other random spoonerage.
I'm 13 now and I won't be later, so I'd better appreciate the present... plus I use elipsises alot. And by alot I mean ALOT.
Love y'all,
Bronwyn
p.s I'm a British geordie girl, as well (I cringe at that, because it's awkward to those who know me, for some reason, it makes me sound desperate, but I'm not. Honestly.)
*proceeds to crawl under table, lie down and cry, rocking back and down on the dining room floor whispering; "Oh, oh yes, Bronny, the internet loves you, they alll love you yes they do they do yes... yeeeeessssss. Mmmm. Mmmm. Yessss. All of my loving loving fans, but but but but but they're nottt there are they? Yes they are. Not. Are. Hmmm. Mmmm. Yessss."*
Back away slowly, now. 6_9
So, hi.
Talk about awkward.
Erm... yeah. I just moved from my school's blogsite (which nobody read), to this one (which nobody will read).
Not much difference really, apart from the fact that on the school blog around 2000 people might read my words - but now it's THE WHOLE WORLD.
Muahahaha *world domination*.
Yeah (again), I used to address the school as 'dear web' or 'dear internet' at the beginning and it's a habit I've kept. Also I have homework and I WILL REPEAT THIS (you've been warned) that this is merely a means of procrastination that I shall use everyday.
I know, right?
This is just a small introduction; you will hear about my goings on in life, the world, my french folder (tymail - tell you more about it later), and other random spoonerage.
I'm 13 now and I won't be later, so I'd better appreciate the present... plus I use elipsises alot. And by alot I mean ALOT.
Love y'all,
Bronwyn
p.s I'm a British geordie girl, as well (I cringe at that, because it's awkward to those who know me, for some reason, it makes me sound desperate, but I'm not. Honestly.)
*proceeds to crawl under table, lie down and cry, rocking back and down on the dining room floor whispering; "Oh, oh yes, Bronny, the internet loves you, they alll love you yes they do they do yes... yeeeeessssss. Mmmm. Mmmm. Yessss. All of my loving loving fans, but but but but but they're nottt there are they? Yes they are. Not. Are. Hmmm. Mmmm. Yessss."*
Back away slowly, now. 6_9
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