Pieces of my mind

Deano Arnott is a singer and songwriter who is taking part in the OPEN MIC UK talent competition and the final is being held tonight at the Bedford Corn Exchange after a successful audition at the Harper Suite.

Deano oozes talent in his songs such as Addict Town, These Words and Never Miss You and has been compared to Frank Turner. Deano himself is a fan of the popular singer and thinks that Frank is the best thing since sliced bread.

Deano’s music is acoustic and it is a nice change to see an artist come into the spotlight who isn’t associated with music such as dubstep or pop which some have said is quite repetitive and makes today’s weekly chart list look a little boring.

I urge anyone in Bedford or from the area to come along to the Exchange tonight to support him in this final stage. His talent will change the face of music. He’s fresh, alternative and what the music world needs.

His sound is the future.

All of his music can be found on his SoundCloud and Youtube Profiles at Deano329.

hellyeahdoctor:

I’m writing this in case you ever come across my blog.

I’m an idiot for getting so worked up over your friend request on Facebook. Facebook, for fuck sake! Stupid reason for getting so upset that I ended up crying in front of my best friend at 1 am on a Saturday night.

I need you to understand that I ignored your request for reason: I’m over you and you need to be over me. You hurt me with the silence and I’m sorry but working is not an excuse for never getting in touch. I had to be on crutches for ten weeks last summer and I still made the effort. I think I deserve a medal for putting up with the mind games.

I was thinking about asking you what you hoped to achieve with your request. What did you hope would come out of it? It’s been a year and so much has happened I don’t think you could handle it! I was even debating with Chris whether to treat this situation as a heads or tails solution.

We didn’t have a coin at the time.

If I had accepted you, I would only be letting you win. You could spy on me, linger on my news feed whilst I upload photos of the night before, like the fact that my cat looks cute while he sleeps.

They say everbody deserves a second chance but not this time. We never knew eachother properly, and the distance just made it difficult towards the end. But you being with another girl is no fucking excuse to get out of what we had.

Yeah you’ve apologised and all that but I don’t get why you couldn’t just tell me back then. Doesn’t take that much time in a day to do so.

It’s in the past and it can’t be erased.

All I want is for you to move on. It’s for the best.

intangiblesolidus asked: You met Alan Moore...I am so beyond envious of you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

haha yep :D thanks!!!

Okay so I’m making up for lost blog posts on here. Reason being for my lack of activity these past few days is of course the dreaded academic essays.

It feels really good knowing that I have no more essays to do until third year. I really missed being creative and I thought I was going to go mad at the sight of research methods.

This week’s been pretty strange. It’s the first full week I’ve had in a couple of weeks and although I’ve never experienced it before, I feel a little bit jet lagged. We’ve gone from a normal week to cultural exchanges with no lectures and workshops what so ever to careers week where we had to go in at odd times to back to normal. And in those four and a half weeks we’ve had two big assignments to do.

And I mean killer, big assignments.

I mean I’m not complaining, we get work at uni, you got to do it. But it felt wrong in some ways. The creative balance was no where to be seen and I do pretty damn well in the creative stuff without sounding big headed.

With all this free time to myself, I’ve been able to get all my work done just after lunch with the rest of the day to spare. Pokemon; reading; movie watching; blogging.

I kind of gave my crush the thumbs up yesterday, quite literally. In the workshop, I was trying to talk to my friend across the room about our mini ghost story project. Our tutorer came in so we got to our seats and to make sure my mate got the message, I gave him a thumbs up, just as the guy I like walked right in front of me to his seat.

It’s a bloody good guess that he saw me cause I looked at him after and he was bright red. And the game was almost gave away yesterday too as my mate said out loud, ‘Is that him?’

Thanks a lot.

I kind of do and don’t want him to find out. I need to talk to him some more. The varsity match is coming up in a few weeks which I’ll be going to, maybe a conversation starter?

Today was pretty cool. I’ve bonded a little with one of the girls on my course who i don’t usually speak to. I’m quite happy with how more people are accepting me for who I am at uni. I found that this semester, I’ve dressed a little differently; wearing skirts more often, that type of thing and people actually like it. Back in the day at secondary school, you couldn’t possibly wear a skirt without being tangoed and wearing 18 caret gold hoops in your ears that would weigh you down into the ground.

Right now, I’m finding it really difficult to paint clovers onto my nails for St.Patrick’s Day.

That will do for blogging today.

vintagemaaedchen:

NOW IT’S OFFICIAL

Yours sincerely,
ME BLOGGING FROM THE GRAVE

I can’t fucking wait for the 30th July!! :D :D <3 

I’ve said goodbye too much over the past year.

Goodbye to one of the first people I ever met at university; to my favourite incarnation of the Doctor; to the love that I thought was so real but yet far away which turned out to be a false dream; to my baby, Maddie, who for nine years made me feel warm inside with her cuteness at the end of each day and goodbye to the pain and eight years of agony that caused me no end of distress.

I’ve had to say goodbye recently to my flatmate as she moved out yesterday. I was at my friend’s house for a movie night so I wasn’t actually there for when she closed the door on what was on her home for the past six and a half months.

It hit me when I came back to the flat today that she had actually moved out. There is an empty space on top of the cupboard where her bath stuff once lay; her pots and pans had been removed from the kitchen as was her airer which took up a big space and was the object of many laughs. 

Our landlady came to check her room and I saw that her matress was bare. End of an era. This reminded me of an episode of Friends, the one where Rachel moves out I think was the title. The part when it sinks in for Monica that her best friend had actually left; that’s what came to mind when I came back to the flat today.

I’ll still see her in September. It’s just going to take some getting use to the fact that she’s not around anymore.

I wish her all the best for the summer and I hope that we can all get drunk together when she gets back to uni. 

This is a memoir that we had to write in a workshop a few weeks ago. Mine focuses on a ten year old boy called Lewis who is top of the class and is going to get a brother or sister soon.

Today was just like any other day. I was once again praised by Mrs Ingram for getting ten out of ten on my spellings. I’m now on to the advanced set. Miss Johnson drew me a picture of the Doctor and Martha Jones battling a Cyberman. She’s leaving tomorrow to go back to collage. I’m going to miss her a lot. I’m going to draw her a really cool Doctor Who picture tonight before bedtime because she really likes the Doctor. She told us on her first day here. I hope she comes back soon to work in our class.

Michael thought it was funny to knick one of my key rings from off my rucksack. So I told Mrs Ingram on him. I hate it when he does that to me. I’m happy the key ring dad brought me is at home. If Michael ever took that from me, I’d beat him up. But I’m not good at fighting so I’ll tell Mrs Ingram on him again. Maybe Mrs Williams next time.

 Liam’s mum brought me home today as mum had an appointment for the baby. I’ve made up my mind about when it comes. I’m going to live with dad. I don’t care what mum says. I don’t want a brother or sister.

I get in through the door and I stick the telly onto Horrid Henry. Horrid Henry is one of my favourite shows, along side Doctor Who and Top Gear.

‘Is that you Lewis?’

‘Yes mum.’                

She wobbles into the lounge followed by a stranger. He’s dressed like one of those rappers you see on the music channels. How can people walk around like that? That would annoy me having to pull up my trousers all the time. Mum turns the telly off and the two of them sit down. The man looks at me; his eyes are quite red and he smells funny, a bit like Auntie Sharon when she has a cigarette. I think I might have a coughing fit in a minute. Mum turns to look at me.

‘This is Hassan, Lewis and he’s from London. He’s the baby’s father.’

I keep my eyes on him and take no notice of what mum’s just said.

‘He’s going to move in with us and help me out when the baby comes.’

Hassan starts to stare at me again.

‘Mum, I want to live with Dad. I don’t want this baby.’ Mum looks at me shocked.

‘Lewis, that takes time to sort out. We’ve got so much to do before your brother or sister arrives. We don’t need this right now.’

She can’t control me. I’m ten years old and I have rights, surely? Hassan puts out his hand as if to shake mine. ‘We’re gonna be a big family now son.’

Son? If he means to be my dad then he can forget that. I’m not his son and he will never be my dad. I leap from the sofa and bound upstairs; slam my bedroom door and hide myself under my bed sheets. I can hear mum calling me but I won’t come down until Hassan leaves. I can hear him too, talking to my mum.

I curl up into a tight ball, like they taught us in drama a few days ago. I remember that lesson well because Miss Johnson caught Michael picking on me. I wish she didn’t have to leave. I wish dad could take me away from here. I wish mum and dad were still together.

I’ll run away if I have to. I can’t stay here any longer.