Music is our soul.

Hey guys!

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What? Were you expecting an apology for not updating? I’ve been swamped with school work and stuff, and then I was just lazy. Don’t know where this came from.

Music is a funny thing, don’t you think?

You can listen to a song and suddenly, you’re brought back to a time or place where you were a lot happier, or a lot sadder. A few chord patterns and you’re filled with emotions.

A couple of lyrics floods you with memory and longing. Longing for the past you, where you were so much more innocent.

The longing gets so much worse when you play/sing the song yourself. Because then it becomes so much more personal; you’re doing it your own way and filling it with these emotions.

But then, you can listen to/play a song and and feel empowered, sad, happy, angry.
It’s how we can express emotions.
But we’re using other people’s words, other people beats and chord pattern or notes, and we’re not alone anymore. Other people experience identical feelings and it makes us feel better.

Shannon.

Nuclear Planet (II) – By Lewis Wollington

Guys, I’m serious, read this! It’s so cool and I’m in it. It’s written by a friend and I’m in it and the storylines are really interesting and some are scary and did I mention that I’m in it?

The Paradox

Shannon looked around to see the man from earlier staring at them.
“Where were we?” Shannon asked.
“Getting off!” Lewis announced as they both leaped out of their seats and into the wilderness of London’s underground; South Kensington to be precise. Lewis briefly observed a sign pointing to the exit as they legged it through the tunnels, weaving in and out of tutting passengers. The man was close behind them, fast walking but still keeping up.

A siren echoed around the room. “Nuclear Planet failed. Nuclear Planet failed.” The interface kept announcing. The Crabatchi turned their feasting eyes from off Lana and James and onto their reactor.
“What’s happening?!” The female Crabatchi demanded staring at the scientist.
“Run!” The woman shouted, making a run for it herself. James and Lana took no chances; they were straight out that door. One of the male beasts started chasing after them.

After shoving…

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Sorry I haven’t posted in so long, but here’s some humiliation…

So I realised today in school that I am actually stupid.

I hit myself in the face with my iPad the other day, and my nose has come out in a big red lump. I’d feel like Rudolph except its not on the tip, but further up.

At a maths revision session, I way tying my shoelace and a friend wanted to go past, so I kind of bunny hopped out of the way, tripped, and almost crashed into a table…

And the mother of them all…
My guitar has less strings than my ukulele. And it’s my fault…

Basically, the G string broke (bow chicka bow wow) so I went to buy a full pack of strings. And, like the idiot I so obviously am, I thought I’d be able to restring it myself.
Well…

So I walked 40 minutes to the shop, and the guy said
‘If you have any problems, come back and I’ll show you how to do it. No point in just wasting the pack and having to buy a new one.”

Walked 40 minutes home.

Started to do it…
I stupidly thought it was necessary to remove 3 strings- G,B and E, to re-attach the G string. So I did. Then the G snapped.
I was ready to cry.
That was easily the most angry I’ve been in forever. I was more pissed off at myself, to be honest, because I hadn’t listened to the guys advice.

Then I made it worse.
I tried to reattach the high E string…. It broke.

So, basically, my guitar has the low e, A and D strings. That’s it.
I have the low e, A,D and high E strings to replace it.

I’m such an idiot. Like, I’m academically clever but the most stupid person you will ever meet.

Shannon.