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...