sing that song to me

There should be a soundtrack to everything. Like, a soundtrack to the book you're currently reading, one for when you're going to the shops, one for when you're about to go home, one for when you're on your way to have an exam. I just think it should be a soundtrack to everything, imagine how lovely it would be, yeah? I'm a bit tired this morning, as I woke up at 7:00 am. For the past week, I've outgrown the habit of going to bed at 10:00 pm and waking up at 6:00-7:00 am. I don't know whether I should be happy about that or not. When I slept over at Oyster's, I went to bed at 2:30 am, I think. That's the latest I've gone to bed in ages, and yes, I keep count. Oyster and I watched Frozen on Saturday night, and had brownies and ice cream to snack on. I am probably going to get addicted to cake/pastries now, like, my stomach and brain has gotten used to having it each weekend. It's not enough with chocolate any more, in fact, I could probably just skip the chocolate and eat cake instead. Anyway, I've heard so much about Frozen from social media (Twitter, Tumblr) and I remember Sugar sending me snaps of the movie ages ago. So when Oyster asked if I wanted to watch it, I immediately said yes. It turned out to be really good. I genuinely liked it a lot, love it even. Oyster and I both agreed that the movie was strangely unpredictable for a Disney movie. I don't want to be a spoiler, but I think it's brilliant because it sort of defies traditional expectations and whatnot, and I thought that was really great. After the movie was finished, I kept singing "do you wanna build a snowman?". Oyster actually said she wished it would be snow then, after we'd finished the movie. And me, the ever confused person that I am, thought for a second "oh, but it is snow, isn't it?". I've had these moments of confusion quite a lot lately. We spent yesterday playing Dance Stage Max with somewhat broken consoles, which made it a bit harder to play. I'll have to bring my own for next time, so we can play with proper consoles. Oyster and I used to play this game a lot when we were younger, so it brought back a lot of memories, reminded me of where I knew a few songs from, and made me a bit nauseous (because it's been a long while since I've sat in front of a TV and concentrated so much at the screen). Each time I've been at Oyster's, I get home, and my clothes smells so distinctly of her house. I think it's a wonderful thing, actually, like the good memories will sit with me a bit longer. And if I happen to have a shitty day, I remember that I've had a good time previously, and the smell will be a reminder. I can't decide whether I think that's creepy or soppy. Also, yes, that's a heart shaped potato. My mum shouted from the kitchen: "anyone wants another potato?". In which I answered "yes", because sometimes I go through these phases of loving potato (now is one of them, it seems). She came bounding over, with a glee on her face. "Here you go," she said, leaving me with a heart shaped potato. I finally caught up on her glee, and laughed partly at her ridiculousness, partly at the heart shaped potato. And then of course, me being me, I took a picture of it. Second picture is the lyrics of Nearly Morning by Luke Sital- Sing, which I think are stunning. Like, that line really hits me in the heart. I still really want you to watch or listen to the live version with Gabrielle Aplin, so I'm going to link to it as per usual. The last picture is from a fan fiction, actually, and I've always said that I think some fan fiction's are brilliant. This is one of them, and I just thought that last part, about keeping the good bits and the bad bits close to your heart was so nice. I love that bit, actually. Anyway, I've been up since 7:00 am, and I've been listening to Grimmy whilst reading a fan fiction about him- again. I'm going to grab some lunch soon, and then I'm going to do some school stuff. Have a nice Monday lovelies xx. 

you can put some joy up on my face, sunshine in an empty place

Hello. I'm really tired and sort of want to fall face down on my bed (which currently is a humongous bed in our basement, which, despite all the years I've lived in the house, I've never slept there before now). But instead, I'm hopefully going to be productive and write loads on my paper. Yesterday, before I went to bed, I watched this interview with One Direction, and I just thought it was perfect. Obviously, everyone is taking the mick out of Harry as per usual. I would love to see an interview where there were original and interesting questions directed at Harry. I think, if you gather Harry and Niall together for an interview, and you start talking politics and views of the world-- you'll hit the pot. But that's my opinion, so. Anyway, the interview is "perfect" because there is great banter, and Zayn actually speaks quite a lot, actually-- everyone speaks a bit for a change, and they're all squished into a big sofa together, and they're wearing maroon and looking stupidly gorgeous, and they're talking about Oslo. So what's not to love, is the question? Ha. I've watched it a few times today again, because I can't get over how nice they look (sigh). Okay, now I'm going to work (I'm forever going to think of Britney Spears now, aren't I?) hard, because I don't have time to not. 

lift your hands and voices, free your mind and join us

Hello! I'm back home, and the last 24 hours have been really nice. The stars were really bright last night, which is why I was staring at them whilst walking to the bus stop. It's admittedly not the safest thing to do, but one of my favourite activities. As Kiwi nicely put it, we started the night acting like proper adults, and then slowly progressed into children. Marble made us some lasagne, and Kiwi helped out with the salad. And I, er, I cut the bread. The meal was heavenly, and we all ate loads. We also had some wine with it, and watched The Voice. And wow, apparently I should start watching The Voice for real, because all the contestants chooses songs that are my favourites. It was uncanny, how almost everyone sang songs that I love. Anyway, we ate dinner, drank wine, and watched the news-- which is why we felt a bit like proper adults. And then we put on "old school" music and had a dance party. Like teenagers. And then when we were tired of listening to Britney's fake "British" accent in Work Bitch (can someone please tell me why she's opted to do such an awful accent?), we decided to play a board game, which is when we progressed into children. Kiwi nearly fell asleep, and none of us were really any closer to winning the board game than when we started the game an hour before, so we decided to call quits. Instead we played another game, which was a lot more amusing. In between the rounds we went ahead and had some cake and tea. In the end, Marble and Kiwi were too tired to continue the game. Whereas I felt completely awake, although I could sense that I was tired. You know when you feel awake, but you know the second you fall into bed, you'll be knocked out? I had that feeling yesterday, so when Marble asked if I wanted to watch a film, I declined. Instead we somehow decided to rearrange the DVD's after my complaints of them being illogically placed. Mind you, this was about 4-5 am in the morning, and we were sat there stacking DVD's. Kiwi came to sit beside us and looked a bit like she would pass out soon. Which reminds me; Kiwi laughed at herself because she had apparently gone on her mobile to see if I'd written a new blogpost, and then she realised I hadn't because obviously, I was there with them. I told her that I find it so odd that they read my blog, because I kind of forget that people do. Like, the other day when the kilo-gang were at the cafe, I saw my blog on Sugar's mobile, and it was maybe the weirdest sight ever. Like huh, that is my blog. Right. This made me wonder out loud if Kiwi didn't find it odd with me writing about her in my blog. And she shrugged and said no, so I elaborated, telling her that it's almost like I'm writing a fanfiction about her, isn't it? Anyway, we went to bed at 5:30 am according to Marble. And it was so nice to fall into the bed. And for once I slept in, and Marble woke up early. Kiwi and I woke up at 12:30, and then joined Marble at the couch to watch some telly before we had breakfast. I didn't leave Marble's house before 4:30 pm, and I somehow managed to come home at the best time, because mum had just finished making the dinner. Oh, I just remembered; Marble can't join us to the Kodaline concert, because all the tickets are shockingly gone. It's shockingly, because I didn't realise they were that popular? It's a bit sad, because Marble actually really wanted to come along. And I get that it sucks. Right now I'm eating a bit of chocolate, since it's Saturday, and then I'm going to spend today doing some school work. Or, well, hopefully, because I want to get an early start. Also, I'm like, almost a bit stressed about having so much time off? It's like, ever since "praksis" ended, I've felt like I have so much spare time, and nothing to do. And I'm not used to it, not used to not sitting and reading school curriculum like a crazed student. So I feel a bit stressed, because it feels like I'm supposed to do something all the time, and that I should be reading now. It's just all really odd. Oh well, have a nice evening.

rhythm is a dancer, it's a souls companion, people feel it everywhere

I heard this song last night in search for something new, and my initial reaction was "okay, that's interesting". And then I listened to it again, and again, and again. I listened to it before bed, and on repeat this morning whilst getting ready for "praksis". I can just imagine dancing to it on the dance floor-- the vibrations coursing through your body from all the bass. Ah lovely. I might be slightly biased, as I love Bastille anyway. I want to buy it on iTunes, but it's not out just yet, so patience it is. "Praksis" today was as per usual not horrible. I just really want to be finished, because I'm just sick of it by now. Eight weeks, or two months. That's actually quite a bit of time. I didn't have my presentation today, which was good, because I spent more time than what I'd estimated on writing my log yesterday. Which means I didn't really have that much time to go through my presentation. But mainly it was because J.D. had forgotten about it. Haha, you should have seen his face drain when I said "oh, yeah, we're having the presentation today. In fact now, in front of everyone". And I was actually serious, but I realised he'd forgotten about it, so I told him that we could do it tomorrow instead. I've only got three days left, and it feels like such a relief. Mostly I just have to get through tomorrow, and then everything else doesn't really matter to me. Then it's onto another chapter of life. I literally open my closet to look at my coat once a day. That's how pathetically much I love it. I'm going to read some fan fiction now and relax. And then I need to get ready for my presentation and my final assessment tomorrow. Hopefully I'll be a bit (loads) more productive today so I can go to bed early. Only had five and a half hours of sleep last night, and it's not nearly enough. I can feel my eyes drooping. Ah, can't wait for the weekend. I'll actually get to sleep without anything to worry about (except life and all those things). I hate my horoscope. It's been so accurate these days, it's a bit scary. Alright, have a nice Monday, enjoy life and everything. Count your blessings!