Tomorrow is Friday, How Brilliant!

Rather happy, wanting chocolate. Listening to My Chemical Romance.

Thank goodness tomorrow is Friday. I’m tired. I want a weekend. Oooo, Live 8! I like all these musical festivities. Glastonbury last week, Wireless this week and Live 8 this weekend! Hoorah! I wish the Kaiser Cheifs were playing in the UK, though. Not that I’m becoming obsessed or anything. Heh heh.

Keane are playing in England. They also played at Glastonbury and they headlined Wireless. I really wish I could have been there but it’s such a long way from Hobbiton. We don’t have any music festivals round here. Boo!

I’d like to perform at Glastonbury one day. Despite my phobia of mud. I hate it. I really do. It’s the thought of drowning in it. I can cope with it all over my shoes and such what, but I can’t cope with the thought of drowning it in. But that’s just me.

I’d love to do the Pyramid stage. Headlining it would be magnificent, but just playing on it would be absolutely incredible. Even if it was just one song. What song of mine would I choose though? I’m on my second song-book now. I got it for my birthday, my new book. It’s cute and tiny. It’s blue. I used to have a pink one which I got for my birthday last year. It now lives on my shelf by my bookcase.

My writing has definitely progressed since last August when I wrote my first song. That was just a rip-off of The Verve. One day I’ll go back to that song with an original tune. One day. Not yet. I don’t feel ready to tackle that task yet.

I can play some more songs on my gee-tar (Oojah) now. I got a new book on Sunday with some excellent songs in it. I can play Hey Jude and some Dylan, too. How cool am I?

I can play My Chemical Romance too. Helena. Good song that.

But going back to my own writing, I can actually write an original tune now. Thank goodness. This is a big deal! Who said that there is only about three original tunes in the world? Well, they were telling the truth! Was it Lennon? No. I always think it’s Lennon. But it’s not. Ignore me.

I performed in a small concert for my classmates the other day. I did Somewhere Only We Know on the keyboard. The keyboard was the first instrument I learnt see. I have one called Barnaby. Barnaby was my first ever proper musical instrument, and I still have him to this day. Even if he breaks down/all the keys fall off/he explodes, I won’t ever chuck him out for the bin men. He’s Barnaby!

And then there is Oojah, my guitar. A strange name, yes, but I bought him from a shop next to a peculiar store called ‘Oojah’s Wonderland’, and I thought it was a cool name. I got him on a Saturday, because The X Factor was on in the evening. Ooo, the things I remember.

Then, last but not least, there is Maxwell and Martha. They are a pair of harmonicas. They are brother and sister (Martha’s the youngest). Maxwell is silver and Martha is blue. I got Maxwell for Christmas and I got Martha in a shop with a book of harmonica songs. Although my harmonica playing is sometimes a little painful to hear, I think I’m getting somewhere now!

Is it weird that I name all my instruments? No. Of course not. Hee hee!

I Like Tuesdays

Very happy. Listening to Kaiser Cheifs, very loudly. Very, very, loudly.

What a great day. I used to hate Tuesdays. I like them now. Especially now I’ve done all my homework so now I can ramble for a while and listen to the House of Kaiser instead. Weren’t they great at Glastonbury? They were my highlight, with The White Stripes, The Killers and Keane in at a close joint second.

I can recite the words to Oh My God off by heart, apart from one line. One line! AAGGH! And that one line is: “Great ruins make for greater glories”.

I really must remember that.

What a brilliant song. You see, rock music is scarce in Hobbiton. We have our songs, and lovely songs they are, but dear Mr Pippin singing songs about how dreadful war can be is very different to listening to dear Ricky Wilson singing about the fact that he predicts a riot.

Anyway, must go. I’ll explain more about the dreadful state of Middle Earth music tomorrow.

Middle Earth Music

Very, very, happy. Listening to the Kaiser Cheifs again, but not as loudly as yesterday, because I have a slight headache.

Guess who’s number one in the Hobbiton chart at the moment? It’s not the Crazy Frog or the Baarmy Sheep, oh no. It’s the Insane Orc. Why do people buy it? We hate orcs round here, why would anyone want to have it? Not really my kind of thing. There are a few hobbit songwriters, including me, but my songs are very different to everyone else’s. To start off with, they’re not folk songs.

There are a couple of record shops around here – you can tell the human influence when you walk past a corner and see a large HMV megastore. I like His Master’s Voice, I do. It’s my favourite shop.

Originally, the only record shop round here was Rosie’s Records. It was a shop owned by Rosie Gamgee (you know, Samwise’s wife. Remember them?) but when she sadly passed away it was passed onto her son, Frodo. Don’t get confused. This is Frodo Gamgee we’re talking about here.

Frodo, however, didn’t particularly want to own a record shop, so he sold it onto some nasty, scheming water-dwelling hobbit (apparently a relative of Smeagol and Deagol) who sold off all the records and turned it into a shop for selling bottled water. What a waste of time. It was a lovely record shop, it was sad to see it go.

So when some humans came to Hobbiton and examined our humble town to make a film about Mr Frodo Baggins and his quest, they suggested that we get a new record store some like they do ‘back home’ (Upper Earth, I like to call it). So they built an HMV. It’s brilliant! It’s not just folk music like Rosie’s Records. It’s how I managed to get all my CDs like the Kaiser Cheifs, who I’m listening to now. Cool, eh?

Middle Earth radio isn’t very good. You get some great stations that do brilliant morning shows and rubbish evening shows, and you get some that do appalling morning shows but do excellent evening shows. Very confusing. Some play good music. Some don’t. *shudder*

There are a few hobbit bands that you may have heard of. Hobbit Squad (a load of nasty, little chav hobbits – we hate the chavvy hobbitses), HobbitFly (I like them, they do 60s-style music) and the Hobbit Sisters (don’t be fooled! They’re not really sisters, they’re just hobbits who like wearing feather boas). And of course, there’s Keane. Great band. Tom Chaplin is definitely a hobbit.

Anyway, must go. Have a lovely day. Go and buy some hobbit records!

Very, very, happy. Listening to the Kaiser Cheifs again, but not as loudly as yesterday, because I have a slight headache.

Guess who’s number one in the Hobbiton chart at the moment? It’s not the Crazy Frog or the Baarmy Sheep, oh no. It’s the Insane Orc. Why do people buy it? We hate orcs round here, why would anyone want to have it? Not really my kind of thing. There are a few hobbit songwriters, including me, but my songs are very different to everyone else’s. To start off with, they’re not folk songs.

There are a couple of record shops around here – you can tell the human influence when you walk past a corner and see a large HMV megastore. I like His Master’s Voice, I do. It’s my favourite shop.

Originally, the only record shop round here was Rosie’s Records. It was a shop owned by Rosie Gamgee (you know, Samwise’s wife. Remember them?) but when she sadly passed away it was passed onto her son, Frodo. Don’t get confused. This is Frodo Gamgee we’re talking about here.

Frodo, however, didn’t particularly want to own a record shop, so he sold it onto some nasty, scheming water-dwelling hobbit (apparently a relative of Smeagol and Deagol) who sold off all the records and turned it into a shop for selling bottled water. What a waste of time. It was a lovely record shop, it was sad to see it go.

So when some humans came to Hobbiton and examined our humble town to make a film about Mr Frodo Baggins and his quest, they suggested that we get a new record store some like they do ‘back home’ (Upper Earth, I like to call it). So they built an HMV. It’s brilliant! It’s not just folk music like Rosie’s Records. It’s how I managed to get all my CDs like the Kaiser Cheifs, who I’m listening to now. Cool, eh?

Middle Earth radio isn’t very good. You get some great stations that do brilliant morning shows and rubbish evening shows, and you get some that do appalling morning shows but do excellent evening shows. Very confusing. Some play good music. Some don’t. *shudder*

There are a few hobbit bands that you may have heard of. Hobbit Squad (a load of nasty, little chav hobbits – we hate the chavvy hobbitses), HobbitFly (I like them, they do 60s-style music) and the Hobbit Sisters (don’t be fooled! They’re not really sisters, they’re just hobbits who like wearing feather boas). And of course, there’s Keane. Great band. Tom Chaplin is definitely a hobbit.

Anyway, must go. Have a lovely day. Go and buy some hobbit records!

Middle Earth Music

Very, very, happy. Listening to the Kaiser Cheifs again, but not as loudly as yesterday, because I have a slight headache.

Guess who’s number one in the Hobbiton chart at the moment? It’s not the Crazy Frog or the Baarmy Sheep, oh no. It’s the Insane Orc. Why do people buy it? We hate orcs round here, why would anyone want to have it? Not really my kind of thing. There are a few hobbit songwriters, including me, but my songs are very different to everyone else’s. To start off with, they’re not folk songs.

There are a couple of record shops around here – you can tell the human influence when you walk past a corner and see a large HMV megastore. I like His Master’s Voice, I do. It’s my favourite shop.

Originally, the only record shop round here was Rosie’s Records. It was a shop owned by Rosie Gamgee (you know, Samwise’s wife. Remember them?) but when she sadly passed away it was passed onto her son, Frodo. Don’t get confused. This is Frodo Gamgee we’re talking about here.

Frodo, however, didn’t particularly want to own a record shop, so he sold it onto some nasty, scheming water-dwelling hobbit (apparently a relative of Smeagol and Deagol) who sold off all the records and turned it into a shop for selling bottled water. What a waste of time. It was a lovely record shop, it was sad to see it go.

So when some humans came to Hobbiton and examined our humble town to make a film about Mr Frodo Baggins and his quest, they suggested that we get a new record store some like they do ‘back home’ (Upper Earth, I like to call it). So they built an HMV. It’s brilliant! It’s not just folk music like Rosie’s Records. It’s how I managed to get all my CDs like the Kaiser Cheifs, who I’m listening to now. Cool, eh?

Middle Earth radio isn’t very good. You get some great stations that do brilliant morning shows and rubbish evening shows, and you get some that do appalling morning shows but do excellent evening shows. Very confusing. Some play good music. Some don’t. *shudder*

There are a few hobbit bands that you may have heard of. Hobbit Squad (a load of nasty, little chav hobbits – we hate the chavvy hobbitses), HobbitFly (I like them, they do 60s-style music) and the Hobbit Sisters (don’t be fooled! They’re not really sisters, they’re just hobbits who like wearing feather boas). And of course, there’s Keane. Great band. Tom Chaplin is definitely a hobbit.

Anyway, must go. Have a lovely day. Go and buy some hobbit records!

Glastonbury

Currently extremely happy, but uncomfortably warm. Listening to U2 on Radio 1, wishing that they would stop playing U2 as they are ever so boring.

Glastonbury's been great so far, hasn't it? This is the best one so far. The Killers were amazing! The White Stripes were incredible! The Zutons were great! Fatboy Slim probably caused half the population to go blind, but he still did a good performance!

I am very impressed. Radio 1 played a Keane track a minute ago LIVE from Glastonbury. I want them to play another one. Us hobbits have to stick together, you know.

I like Glastonbury. I want to go one year. A year with a drought. I hate mud.

*shudder*

But I really would like to go. Kaiser Cheifs in forty minutes! I cannot wait!

Wheehee!

HOT!

Currently very happy. Listening to Blink 182.

It's very hot, isn't it? We're not allowed fans at school apparently, despite the fact that they have installed four fans to the ceiling of our school hall that look like they're about to tear the whole building down.

The RE room was really nice and cold today, actually. That was very pleasant.

It rained for three minutes, but that wasn't enough to clear the air, really. Oh well.

Oh yes - Doughnut Legend is dead. Sorry to break it to you this way, but that's the way it is. Please don't cry.

I'll be creating a new website soon. But what to call it? Hmm...

Yorkshire Puddings

Currently feeling very happy. Listening to Simon and Garfunkel.

To Derek and Gertie, the discussers of puddings from Yorkshire, check this out:

http://www.yorkshirepudding.co.uk/

It is the greatest thing ever.

Anyway, I went to Rivendell yesterday. And it was absolutely amazing. One of the best days out EVER. I want to go again.

A Poem

Currently very happy, despite the long evening of homework ahead of me. Listening to Katie Melua.

How can time go this slow?
It takes such a time to sweep into the past.
Time stops, times starts, it has no flow,
As every single second seems to last.

How long does a week take to fly?
How long will it be until a free day?
Time never really passes us by,
But seems to slowen by the way.

Each silent second we wish to keep
Is haunted by the thought of those ahead.
Yet even though we do not weep
Memories of past times are dead.

So here we stand to the end
As every clock hand continues to wave
Slowly, surely goes round the bend
Until we realise we can’t be saved.

I Don’t Like Pi. I Don’t Like Pie, Either.

Currently rather happy, yet desperately wanting chocolate. Listening to new White Stripes album.

What is the point of Pi? It’s so… odd. There is no other way to describe it. It is just a random number. I know, I’ll look it up in the dictionary:

The symbol of the ratio of the circumference of a circle to its diameter. The value of pi is approximately 3.14159. The name of the sixteenth letter of the Greek alphabet.

Thank you, Oxford. Now everything makes so much more sense. Actually, it doesn’t. Why is Pi called Pi? Why not pastry?

Oh no, now I’m hungry again.

Oooh, check out this: http://www.3point14159.info/

B.O.R.E.D

Currently bored with homework. Wanting to play on Sims and get a Kylie song out of my head.

I’m BORED! I can’t do my RE homework. Why were we set something that isn’t even in the textbook? I’ll have to research it tomorrow, boh. Shame. I wanted to get all my work done tonight. It’s my target, you see, to get everything done so I can have a free weekend to do whatever I want. I want to watch my new DVD! I watched the first ten minutes last night and it brought back so many memories of being twelve. However, I never actually got over being thirteen, so I’m actually still convinced that I am twelve. That was years ago, now, though. How old am I now? I don’t know.

Perhaps I’m 87, and too old to go to school. Perfect! I’ll quit tomorrow.

What A Lovely Surprise

Currently feeling extremely happy. I am listening to the new White Stripes album that my mate got me for my birthday.

School wasn’t that bad today. I was dreading it yesterday, because normally Mondays are a load of clonk, but today was actually an excellent day. I’ve got a shedload of homework tonight though, mostly RE, because you get double the amount than usual now. Very unfair. I should be doing it now, actually, but I can’t be bothered.

Tomorrow should be a good day. I’ve got Music so that should be excellent. I have now completed a whole book of my songwriting (and the book that I was using was pretty thick), so I’m very proud of myself. I started a new one last night with a song inspired by Mercury Rev’s Opus 40. So, thanks, Mercury Rev, for your very cool song.

Oh yes, and we have a new addition to the Underhill family. A large, plastic Celtic cross which my mother is threatening to put in the bottom of the garden. Great. It shouldn’t look so bad when it’s covered in plants and grass. She was going to buy a mirror to put down there. I’m not entirely sure why.
Anyway, I better be going. My RE textbook is calling me. Farewell.

How Lovely

Currently in a near-Nirvana state. Still listening to White Stripes.

It’s a lovely evening in Hobbiton tonight. It really is beautiful out there. I want to go out and play.

I’m sitting here in my cozy study, typing this and looking out the window, thinking, if I want to go out there, then why don’t I? To be quite honest, I’m not sure. Excuse me a moment.

I’m back. I just went to the window. I am just so overcome by how wonderful it is out there. I think I may go camping tonight. Perhaps not. There are foxes in our garden.

I hope that the rest of this week is like this. I’m going on a trip to Rivendell in the next two weeks, and weather like this would be wonderful. I love Rivendell – I very rarely go there and it’s very exciting. Better than Mordor!
Anyway, I best say farewell now, until tomorrow, because I’m very tired and I’ve got a long week ahead of me. Ta-ra!

Hoorah!

Currently feeling very happy. I have a Texas song going through my head.

Just to let you know, I had lunch. It was lovely.

Rock and Roll and Pebbles and Baguettes

Currently happy but hungry, listening to someone that I have never heard of on the radio.

Check out the new blog, people! My old one got completely messed up so I decided to start afresh. Look, this one has links! I created it this morning in a slight rush. I’m currently working on my website (Doughnut Legend, go check it out in the Links section. Actually, don’t.). It’s going okay but very slowly. I haven’t been able to do anything on it for the past few days due to it being my birthday.

I keep meaning to collect some midi files together to put on it. I’ve got one – impressive collection, I know – and I know all the ones that I want to get, but it’s just such a hard and tedious job of saving them all to disk, uploading them to Freewebs, at the moment I just can’t be bothered.

I’m really hungry, too. I can’t do my usual chocolate eating sessions in between meals anymore, as I went to the dentist a couple of weeks ago and he said that I need to cut down the amount of sugar I eat so that means less chocolate, boh. That makes me sad. I just ate a carrot, yet I’m still hungry. Seven and a half minutes to lunch. Pancakes today! Woo!

Thanks to everyone who helped make my birthday one of the best birthdays ever! I got everything that I wanted so thank you all so much! Got tons of CDs (Green Day, Athlete, Embrace, Killers and one that my friend made for me) and films (Star Wars I and II, and both Spiderman movies). I am a very lucky person. I also got loads of chocolate, which is great, but I can’t eat it in between meals, unfortunately. Some very posh chocolate, too, yum.

Five minutes till lunch. If I keep typing and stop looking at the clock, then time will probably go faster. I’ve got school tomorrow. Rats. That’s the one disadvantage about Sundays – the day after. PE first thing. I mean, c’mon, how can they expect us to do a five minute run around a field at 8:45 in the morning? And I have to get into school even earlier than usual because I have a music lesson at eight. I don’t mind though, because I like my music lessons. And now I study music three times a week at school, life keeps getting better and better!

One and a half minutes to lunch. Oh my, this is a long entry. You can tell that I need something to do. I went shopping on the evening of my birthday and got the Cardcaptors movie on DVD. I haven’t watched it yet but it looks great. I watched Spirited Away this morning – that’s an amazing film. All of my friends are in despair I think because the majority of my film collection is ‘cartoons’. It’s called anime, people! ANIME!

Ooo! It’s one o’clock! That means lunch is nearly ready! Goodee. I’ve got quite a few anime stuff now. I’m rather proud of my collection. Studio Ghibli have just released a new film, I think. The Cat Returns, or something. It looks good – it’s about a girl that turns into a cat. Sounds like my weird kind-of thing.

I think I’ll be seeing it on my own though. No-one else that I know likes that kind of thing. One of my friends might like it. Although it may not have enough zombies in for her.

I never saw the first Scoobie-Doo film. The second one was great, but I never saw the first. I remember a time when I got really into the cartoon series last year. I watched it nearly every morning throughout the Easter holiday. I’m surprised how long that show has managed to last though, because it’s the same storyline for every episode. Spooky guy – oh no, we’re all terrified – oh, don’t worry, it was the cleaner.

Five past one. Why isn’t lunch ready? I’m hungry. I want pancakes.

I’ve been typing for twenty minutes. Have you read all that I’ve written here? Wow, you’re dedicated.

I’ll stop in a minute. Lunch has got to be ready at some time or other. It’s an important fixture in my day. But what’s the big deal with breakfast? I don’t get breakfast. Well, I get breakfast, but I don’t understand breakfast. People say that it’s the most important meal of the day, but, when you think about it, it is small, often eaten in a rush and at a time in the morning when you’re so asleep you don’t appreciate it. It’s ridiculous!

There is nothing ridiculous about lunch though. What I do find strange though, is people that have lunch at twelve o’clock. Why? It’s too early! Eat it at one, like normal people! If you can call me normal. I don’t know when I’ll be having lunch today though. It’s ten past one and I am starving. Twenty-five minutes of typing hasn’t made me less hungry.

Anyway, I think lunch is actually ready now. My sister is poking my head. That seems like a good enough reason to go and eat. Ta-ra.