LAST BEDA FOR ANOTHER YEAR

I went shopping with my family today, to Matalan, but my nan and I had finished browsing within twenty minutes so we got my grandad and we went to my uncle's house while my mum shopped. Thing is, my mum takes hours to look through that shop, and the three of us end up bored out of our minds. So we decided to not be bored for a change. We got to my uncle's house and hung out for a bit, then me, my uncle and my little cousin went to a nearby park for a little while. It was pretty amusing because my cousin is the most adorable thing in existence and everything he does amuses me.

We went back to his house at around half four, and on the walk back, my uncle decided to pester me about boys. How about no. It wasn't too bad, though. Anyway, a little while after we got back, my aunt went to pick my mum up and they got fish&chips while they were out. I just had chips. Just as we finished dinner, Doctor Who started, so we sat down and watched that. It was amazing, but my cousin was being pretty loud so I want to re-watch it on BBC iPlayer before the next episode airs.

Then we played Wii Fit for a while, which was hilarious, before my grandparents, mum and I headed home. It's been a pretty good day. Now I'm sitting in my room, it's almost midnight, and I'm watching Hercules. One of the best Disney movies ever? Oh, definitely.

Starkid's newest musical, Starship, is being uploaded onto YouTube later tonight, but it'll be 3AM here so I don't know if I'll watch it tonight or tomorrow. I'm pretty tired, so I might just call it a night. I'm tempted to set my alarm so I wake up before it's uploaded, but I don't know, I might just not bother. I'm pretty psyched for it, though.

Tomorrow, Mum and I are probably going to re-watch the X-Men movies, so that should be fun. I'm a total action movie lover. I adore them.

Anyway, I'm going to get out of your hair and get back to watching Hercules. BEDA is over, but I'll try to blog more often than usual in future months. I owe you eleven drabbles, and I'm going to try and make some of them original fiction, though some will inevitably be fanfiction. So if you could send me some prompts, I'd really appreciate it.

See you guys!

The Royal Wedding

I didn't watch the Royal Wedding, I was still asleep by the time it was over and I had no interest in watching it anyway, however my grandad made us keep the news on, so I ended up seeing about half an hour's worth of clips from the entire thing. So I basically watched a condensed version of the ceremony. It was ... I don't know, kind of interesting, I suppose. The hats some of the people were wearing were hilarious.

Before the news, we watched Bridge to Terabithia, and afterwards, we watched Labyrinth. They're two of my favourite movies and my family really enjoyed them. They're both very fantastical, and they're great.

I forgot to blog yesterday. Yeah, I know, I'm a complete failure. But, hey, there's only one more day left! I don't know why I tell myself to do BEDA, I always know I'll probably fail, and I have to literally force myself into blogging sometimes. Alas, I'm a sucker for competition, even if I end up not trying very hard, and it's kind of fun. I owe you a ton of drabbles now, though. Huh.

I have two graphics waiting to be completed, so I'm going to say goodbye and get back to that. See you tomorrow!

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Stupid, Stupid, Stupid

If it weren't for the 'Drabbles IOU', I would have lost count on how many days I've missed this month. Ten. And I still have five days to go -- oh lordy.

On Saturday, I went to my uncle's house for a BBQ. We watched Doctor Who (absolutely amazing! cannot wait for next week!) and then Glee (Mum missed it last Monday), and I had a lot of fun. My uncle and I are like one in the same -- we have so much in common, it's crazy. He's great.

I ... genuinely don't have much to say. I go back to school tomorrow, we're in for three days and then we have Friday off because of the Royal Wedding. No matter where you go now, the wedding is there. There's merch, the bride and groom's faces, just everything. It's pathetic. I don't even care about the Royal Wedding. I mean, sure, they're in love and getting married, that's great. But I'm not going to celebrate it because I don't care about them. It's just yet another over-hyped upper-class heterosexual ceremony, and the media wouldn't give a monkey's backside if the groom wasn't ~royalty. When they legalise same-sex marriage, then I'll bloody celebrate.

Anyway, I have to go. The shower is calling. See you tomorrow!

Drabbles IOU: 10

Not-So-Good Friday

Yesterday, I went out with Owen and got Deathly Hallows Part 1 on DVD, so after a couple of hours of wandering round the city centre, we went back to my house and watched it. Then he hung around until 6:30PM and ate dinner with me and my family before his mum picked him up. Jess was meant to come with us, too, but she bailed on us at the last minute. Once Owen had left, I didn't blog because I went to bed pretty quickly. My ankles really hurt (stupid weak joints) and I just wanted to forget about them ... so I went to bed.

Today, I went to a local lake with my mum, her best friend, and her best friend's daughter. It was boring, and the sun made my head a thousand times worse than it already was. We were there for over four hours and I hated every second of it. It was torture. And now my head is murdering me so I just want to get into bed and sleep it off. I feel terrible ... all because my mother forced me into going out today in this "beautiful" weather. I hate the sun. I really do.

We had a "picnic" (I use the term loosely) and sat beside the water, where noisy children and their parents decided it was a good idea to throw entire loaves of bread to the ducks. How those ducks aren't the size of barrels by now is beyond me. How my head didn't explode from the pain caused by laughing, screaming, shouting infants is also a mystery to me. I spent a lot of the time reading There's No Place Like Here by Cecelia Ahern and eating mints, and when my mum we should call a taxi and go home, the relief I felt is unexplainable. I think it's safe to say I will never let my mum take me outside in summer weather ever again.

This is why I prefer winter (although I'm not fond of it) -- no one judges or complains about you when you refuse to go outside. It's considered sane to want to stay out of the cold. Why is it such an absurd thing for someone to want to avoid the heat of the sun? Why don't people consider "the sun makes my head hurt" or "I burn easily" proper, reasonable reasons to stay inside on a hot day? It doesn't make any sense. It's not fair.

On another note, it's Good Friday, and when we got home, Mum gave me my Easter present -- a Galaxy egg with three large Galaxy chocolate bars (normal, cookie crumble, and caramel). It made me slightly less angrier than her. I have a slight addiction to Galaxy chocolate.

Um, yeah, so looking at the computer screen kind of really hurts so I'm just going to ... stop it here. See you guys tomorrow, I guess.

Drabbles IOU: 8

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Elisabeth Sladen

This blog post is going to be really short because I'm feeling pretty down and I don't want to type a lot. I just want to curl up beneath a blanket with a cup of tea and book, my cat sleeping at my feet. I really, really just want to escape. So I'm going to be blunt and to the point and quick.

Elisabeth Sladen has died. For those of you who don't know her, or don't recognise her name, she played Sarah Jane Smith in Doctor Who -- and then again in The Sarah Jane Smith Adventures. She passed away earlier today and rumours of her death began circulating social networking sites within the past few hours. I Googled it, and an article said it had yet to be confirmed. Less than twenty minutes later, BBC News confirmed her death and was the first news station to report it. 

I'm a big Doctor Who fan. I love it with a burning passion and I always will. It's a fantastic show, a really great mix of hilarity and thrill, with it's heartbreaking serious moments, too. While I haven't watched any of the earlier series (pre-ninth doctor), which was when she was a companion, I've seen the episodes where Elisabeth reprised her role and came back for an episode or two at a time. I love her and her character. 

Her death hasn't really sunk in yet, I can't cry, I feel kind of numb ... but it's hit me. I miss her already. She's (was?) as an amazing, amazing person and she's going to be missed so much. Her last episode on Doctor Who was called 'Goodbye Sarah Jane Smith', which is just a slap to the face right now. It's so relevant, so perfect, almost like it was planned ... but it hurts.

*sigh*

RIP Elisabeth Sladen. You will never be forgotten

Drabbles IOU: 7

You Dun Goof'd, Nicole

I am the worst. I have the most terrible memory ever, and the biggest tendency to procrastinate ever. I'm awful. I know. Hate me. Earlier, I looked at the clock and saw I had two hours left to blog. I thought, "Okay, I'm going to read a chapter of my book, get some hot chocolate, and then type up a blog post." but by the time I'd finished that chapter and got some hot chocolate, it completely left my mind. It's past midnight now, and I'm in the middle of making a manip, but I realised the time, facepalmed, and decided to blog now so I don't forget later today.

Today (or, I suppose, yesterday), an extra from Glee got fired. On her Twitter, she announced a massive spoiler for the next episode (which airs on Tuesday) without the writers' permission. Now, a lot of extras are known for sharing spoilers. Little teasers and irrelevant snippets of plotlines that get us excited for future episodes, but nothing that really spoils us and would get the extra in trouble. I don't really follow spoilers. If I see them on my tumblr dash, that's fine, but I don't go out of my way to look for them or make an effort to find out the latest goss. I prefer to watch the episode with as little knowledge as possible. That's fine, that suits me, but some people do like finding out the latest spoilers. Most extras provide those spoilers without revealing anything too big. However, Nicole Crowther took it to the next level.

The tweet has since been deleted, but she told her 3,000+ followers on Twitter (and their followers on both twitter and tumblr, it went viral on both sites) who would be elected Prom Queen and Prom King in the next episode. If you don't watch Glee or didn't see the tweet, you wouldn't understand why this is such a big deal. However, let me tell you, it's a huge plot twist that is extremely unexpected, and the writers (who I'll refer to as RIB from here on in -- Ryan Ian Brad) wanted to keep it under wraps.

Brad Falchuk, one of the writers, saw the tweet and publicly called her out/blacklisted her/fired her, with these two tweets:

The Glee fandom went crazy. People sent her messages, mostly insulting, some sympathetic. Some fans (myself included) were furious at what she'd done. You'd think it'd get better from here, right? You'd think Brad and Nicole would talk and solve things in a sensible manner, yes? Oh, I wish they had. A little while after Brad sent those tweets, Nicole sent an empty apology that sounded like something you'd find on a hallmark card. 

Within five minutes, while the fandom was laughing bitterly at the fake abrupt tone of her response, that tweet was deleted. She then started throwing herself a little pity party, retweeting sympathetic tweets. I think this is when most people started getting angry, because she was acting like a child.

Again, these retweets were deleted within minutes of being retweeted. Nicole probably thought she'd gotten away with it, but I don't think she realises how fast the Glee fandom can be -- as always, we capped her ridiculous act before she could get rid of the evidence, and now we have photographic proof, even if the original evidence was deleted. It was around this time, maybe a little earlier, that the Glee fandom decided to get #BradIsOurKing a trending topic. I don't actually know if we managed that or not, but I spent quite a long time just looking through the tag and seeing what people had to say. It was pretty interesting. Anyway, upon deleting the rude retweets, the next thing she tweeted was her original explanation for posting the spoiler. I responded to it.

By this point, I -- among plenty of others -- was livid. I posted the above screencap on tumblr, and added this to it:

It’s genuinely surprising me how polite I’m being right now. I’m pissed off because I can’t help thinking … if that was me, if I’d spent months planning this great controversial plot twist that’ll shock every single viewer, if I thought we’d be able to keep this twist under wraps, and then someone I trusted spoiled it and told thousands of fans about it, I would be raging. And just putting myself in RIB’s shoes is enough to make me furious. I want to scream.

As a writer and a very empathetic person, it didn't take much for me to understand how RIB must be feeling right now. Not only did Nicole break her contract with Glee/FOX, she broke RIB's trust, and she ruined something that they were really anticipating (the audience's reaction the Prom Queen and King). She deleted that tweet before going through her blog and deleting everything she'd posted since early April, including the big spoiler. We didn't hear anything from her for a couple of hours, we starting thinking about other things, we began moving on ...

And then she tweeted again.

Now, while this sounds more genuine, I highly doubt she means it. After retweeting tweets that were bashing Brad, after deleting her initial apology, after saying she didn't want to be a part of the show anymore, it's very difficult to believe she's actually sorry for posting the spoiler.

Acting like the victim was a really low move. None of us had actually been bullying her -- expressing our rage,  inquiring why she did it, questioning her motives ... sure. But none of us had been harassing her or attacking her. Most of the nastier tweets weren't tagged with her username, so she wouldn't have seen them unless she went looking (and if she did, then it's her own fault). And, yes, I admit -- sometimes certain members of the fandom can take things a few steps too far, but I wouldn't say any of us were bullying her. Glee has taught us a lot, and none of us would ever dream of bullying someone. Acting like the victim made me even angrier.

Then she replies to this message, changing her original reason behind tweeting the spoiler. Originally, she said she didn't want to be an extra anymore -- like she made a totally sane decision to post the spoiler in order to get fired. Now she's blaming it on the alcohol, like it was accident and she didn't mean to post it. However, if she didn't mean to post it, then she didn't want to get fired, which goes against what she originally said and later deleted. Makes sense, right? No. In other words, she's making excuses.

This entire situation has been a mix of amusing (the hilarious comments made by people I follow on tumblr) and infuriating (what Nicole has been doing has annoyed me to no end). It's starting to die down, but seeing how this day has been, I wouldn't be surprised if Nicole tweeted something stupid or Brad @replied her something really sharp and witty, which will set the entire fandom aflame and get them going crazy.

All I know is that I'm sick of Nicole Crowther and she deserves everything that gets thrown her way for being so stupid -- unemployment, lawsuit, blacklisted from the entertainment industry. If she can't be trusted as an extra whose character doesn't even have a name, she can't be trusted as anything more, either. You go against your contract, you get sued and fired instantly. That's how things work. 

Drabbles IOU: 7

Wales: Day Three/Four/Five

So I may or may not have completely forgotten about blogging. On Wednesday, I got into bed and remembered about blogging just as I was about to fall asleep. I remembered it in the morning, and promised myself I'd blog yesterday, but I had to leave the guest house quickly and I forgot about it afterwards. But here I am, on Friday, back at home, blogging.

Wednesday was a pretty dull day and can be summed up in one paragraph. The weather was miserable so we stayed inside the entire day, doing crosswords and reading and drinking tea and watching TV. You would have thought I'd have squeezed blogging in there, too, right? Alas, I'm an idiot, and I forgot. So ... that was how I spent Wednesday.

On Thursday, we went to a small town about twenty minutes away by bus, and we shopped. It was pretty fun, actually. We got gifts for most of our immediate/close family and friends, Mum got some clothes, I got a purple hoodie. We had lunch in an ADORABLE little coffee shop called Perky. It had forty-seven (yes, forty-seven, I counted) milkshake flavours, which is nothing compared to what you can get here in a little milkshake shop called Shakeaway, but for a normal cafe, it's pretty impressive. I had a ham, cheese and tomato panini, which was absolutely delicious. My pineapple milkshake was pretty damn tasty, too.

Once we finished shopping, we headed back to Criccieth ... and, hey, I'm not there any more, so I don't mind telling you which town I was staying in. We went to the pub for dinner, and it kind of sucked, but the onion rings were scrummy. Then we went back to the room and started packing, I drunk at least four cans of Diet Coke, and my mum had vodka. There was an honesty bar downstairs so we just kept going to get more all night.

Today, we had breakfast, finished packing, and then headed to the train station, which was just down the road from where we were staying. Hopped on the train, spent four hours staring out the window, writing stories in my head, reading, and solving Sudokus. We then got off the train at Birmingham, got a drink and wasted an hour, before heading to our next train. We sat on it for ten minutes without it moving, and then the train was cancelled because the train manager hadn't shown up. So we had to rush from Platform 4 to Platform 2 (which involves going up one set of stairs and down another ... with a heavy suitcase in my hand) to catch a train that was declassified and adjusted to suit the passengers of the original train.

Mum and I ended up standing between two carriages amongst six other people because there weren't any spare seats, and when people started getting off the train, we didn't dare move in case someone got to the spare seats before us and we would have just had to move back to where we were before. At one point, however, about thirty people left (through the door we were next to) so we managed to snag a seat for the rest of the ride.

Then, after an hour on that train, we finally got where we wanted to be, so we left and waited for my grandad to pick us up. We came home, had pizza for dinner, watched Neighbours, and I've done nothing but hang out on the internet since.

Half an hour until the end of the day, so I'd better post this. Pictures will come later, when I can find the lead that connects the laptop to the camera. Please dear god, don't say I've left it in Wales.

Drabbles IOU: 5

Wales: Day Two

I really should start blogging earlier in the day. I'm a procrastinator, leaving things until the last minute (or in this case, thirty-three minutes) is what I do.

Today has been a pretty fun day. We woke up and had breakfast (in which I was quite content eating a bowl of cereal but Mum made me eat a slice of toast, too) before setting out. We went to the beach, which was literally a  two/three minute walk from the guest house (we're across the street from it, but we have to walk down the street a little way and along a little side-street thing to actually access it) and empty except for one other family. It's pretty rocky but we walked along it for a while and I got some gorgeous pictures of the ocean. We found a little stream-like thing further back on the beach, by the back wall, and it was really cute but it got my mum's feet soaked. I slipped on one of the rocks and grazed my hand, but it's alright now.

So we went to a cute little café* just off the beach and sat down outside with tea (for me) and coffee (for mum). It was really nice and peaceful. Once we finished our drinks, we began walking up one street to get to the town's castle ruins, and it's a very steep street. This is probably TMI, but I'm on my period right now, and when I'm on period, I get a lot of discomfort in my lower stomach. That discomfort turns into pain if I push myself too much, and then my joints start getting weak and I start feeling faint. I got pain on the coach yesterday from sitting in the wrong position for too long. The discomfort started as I climbed up this street. You can probably tell where this is going.

We got the mini-gift shop/reception desk and we paid our entry fee to the castle. We then had to walk up a MASSIVE hill with steep steps to get to the castle ruins, and while it was extremely gorgeous, it took ten minutes to get up there and only five to look around. In which time, my stomach got worse. When we'd gone round the entire ruins, my joints were feeling weak and my stomach was killing me. So I very carefully but very desperately made my way down and my knee gave out twice along the way. We went into the gift shop and I desperately bounced back and forth to distract myself from the pain while Mum oohed and aahed over things. We ended up getting an adorable little lamb teddy, some slate coasters for my grandparents, and a couple of postcards.

We then began making our way back to the guest house and, even though it only took a few minutes, I felt like I was dying. My knees kept giving way and at one point, I had to sit down before I crumpled in a weak mess on the ground. We got there in the end, and crap I just noticed I only have five minutes until the end of the day quick Steph type faster, and then had to climb the TWO flights of stairs to get to our room.

I curled up in bed and dozed for an hour, then Mum woke me up as it came closer to one and I was feeling kind of better so we went out for lunch. We went to a cute little* ice cream shop that we'd passed on the way to castle, and had cheese and ham toasties. I had two vanilla milkshakes (because I finished the first one before we got our toasties) and my stomach still kind of ached so I didn't finish my toastie. We'll probably end up going back there and getting ice-cream at some point during the week.

We then got some bits and bobs (three minutes left!) from the pharmacy and a load of junk food from a nearby supermarket-type thing. We also went to a crystal shop, which I want to go into detail about but we only have two minutes left so I'll blog about that later and just say that I bought seven crystals.

We spent the rest of the day indoors, relaxing and eating junk food for dinner. It's now nearing midnight, my mum has been in bed for nearly three hours, and I should probably think about going soon. One minute! Crap, I'd better post this. See you tomorrow!

*Just about everything in this town is cute and little. I love it here.

Wales: Day One

Today has been pretty tedious, I'm not gonna lie. I got an hour of sleep and then had to sit on a train for five hours. I had stomach pains, discomfort, tralala. It wasn't fantastic. I watched an episode and a half of Gossip Girl, but I didn't read the multi-chap fic because my head was pretty bad.

We went to the guest house we booked a room in, and it's extremely friendly and homely and I love it here. We're staying just across the road from the ocean so it's pretty windy but the view is gorgeous. We had fish and chips for dinner, which was delicious, and now we're settled in our room, Mum in bed and me in a really comfortable brown chair, watching Friends and waiting for Glee to start (ten minutes!). It's Blame It On The Alcohol (2x14) and I LOVE this episode.

I'm kind of annoyed that I haven't gotten the chance to speak to Katie yet, because she hasn't been allowed on the computer since Thursday and I miss her like crazy and I missed my chance to speak to her today. Hopefully we'll be able to talk tomorrow, though.

So ...

I'm really tired and Glee is going to start soon, so I think I'm just gonna go and get into bed. See you tomorrow! Hopefully I'll be more awake when I blog tomorrow, and I'll be able to type more.

Type Steph Type!

I have thirteen minutes to write and publish thia blog post, so this is going to be really short. I was going to blog earlier but I had to have a shower and it slipped my mind.

I'm all packed for Wales, aside from things that need to be put in last-minute (i..e toothbrush, laptop charger, etc.), and we're just about set to go. I've got things to do on the train to keep me entertained, too. I'm going to let a couple of episodes of Gossip Girl load before we leave, so I can watch it even without internet connection ... and there's a multi-chap fic that I want to read so I'm going to open all of the chapters in seperate tabs so I can read it all.

Have you ever sat in front of your computer with the intention of writing, and you have a bunch of ideas to write down and you want to get it down quickly because you're really psyched about it? And then you put your fingers on the keys, and the ideas just drain out the side of your head? So you stare at the screen blankly for several minutes, wondering what you were going to do?

That's happened to me several times over the past few months in regards to creative writing, but it also happened right now, with this blog post. I knew what I wanted to write when I opened the tab, but I've hit a blank and cannot remember a thing.

And so, with five minutes to spare, I have managed to acheive yet another day of BEDA.

Drabbles IOU: 3

Aloha Cousin!

There are twenty minutes left until midnight and I'm half-way through watching an episode of Glee, but alas, I must blog! From here on in, I've decided to avoid talking about how crap I feel and focus on the positives. At least until April is over, anyway.

Today, I got up way past lunch time and watched Lilo&Stitch, Lilo&Stitch 2, and Stitch! The Movie with my little cousin. We were going to watch Leroy and Stitch as well but he would have been picked up before the movie finished so we didn't see the point.

I love the Lilo & Stitch movies. I always have, and I always will. I was actually obsessed with Elvis when I was younger because of these movies. They're great. There's something about them that never fails to get old, even if I watched them a million times in a row. Whenever I'm bored and nothing seems to interest me, I'll usually turn to Lily & Stitch. And, without fail, they'll brighten my mood.

We had Chinese for dinner, which is awesome, because my love for Chinese food is ridiculously strong but we don't eat it often. So every time we do decide to get Chinese, it's awesome.

Tomorrow, I'm going to spend the day packing for my trip and downloading as much Glee music as I can so that I can listen to it during my holiday. I only have about thirty songs, which just isn't right, so I'm going to make amends.

And with four minutes left, I shall publish this post and leave you to dream sweet dreams and stuff.

Holiiiidayyy

So I've failed BEDA. Whatever. I knew I wouldn't manage it. I just feel really blech right now.

I'm going on a trip to Wales next week with my mum, and we're going to spend the week beside the sea, in a very quiet area, relaxing and stuff. I'll have internet connection in the guest house we're staying in, but my time on the computer will be limited to a couple of hours a day. I'll try to blog daily, but it will probably just be telling you about my day.

I really just want to curl up and rest my eyes right now, and I really really really have nothing to blog about aside from telling you about my holiday, so I'm just going to ... end it here. This blog is ridiculously short, I know, but hey, at least I'm blogging.

See you guys later, I guess.

Drabbles IOU: 3

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Glee Twin Manips: The Lopez Twins 01

100th Blog Post like yeah~

So, I didn't blog yesterday. What an even better start to BEDA, eh? I'm doing really great so far. Okay, so, I woke up at 8AM because I had an appointment with my GP, then I went to bed at 3PM because I felt like crap, got up at 5PM to eat dinner, went back to bed at 6PM, and didn't wake up until lunch time today. That's why I didn't blog yesterday. As it is, I've already been back to bed since then, I'm exhausted, and I feel awful. I don't want to blog. But I'm forcing myself to type something out to save myself from having to write, like, twenty drabbles at the end of the month.

This is my 100th post, but I seriously cannot bring myself to care right now and think of something better to do. So I'm not going to do anything for my 100th. I'm just going to ... talk. In bulletpoints.

• Glee comes back on the 19th. 
• Doctor Who comes back on the 23rd!
• It's three of my friends' birthday on the 6th.
• Jess turns 14 on the 27th.
• I'm on seizure pills for my headaches
• The beta-blockers I was on weren't doing anything and the next course of action would have been anti-depressants
• But they might toy with my mood and the doctor wants to assess me for depression before putting me on anti-depressants, and if my mood changed, it'd be harder to assess me correctly.
• They're going to contact this counselling thing
• I don't want to talk to a bloody counsellor
• I want people to just leave me alone
• Ugh
• Whatever

I can't be bothered to write any more. I'm tired, I feel like crap, and I just want to curl in a hole and die. Ugh. Sorry for being a little ball of angst. I just ... yeah whatever.

Drabbles I Owe You: 1

Knight In Tattered Armour

It's the first day of April, first day of BEDA, and I have no idea what to blog about. My next blog will be my 100th and I still don't know what to do for it. This page has been open for almost two hours now and ... I just don't know what to write. So, uh, have a song recommendation. I give you Fairytale Ending by Brock Baker.

You are the damsel in distress
And I am nothing less
Than your knight in tattered armour
So take my hand
And we will run through the open fields 

I've had the song on a loop for days. Brock Baker has the voice of an angel and the song is so, so beautiful. I absolutely adore it and I think you might like it. It's genuinely amazing.

Sorry that this is such a sucky start to BEDA, I'm just really exhausted and out of ideas and I have nothing to say. I'll try to change that as the month goes on, but be warned, song recommendations will be my go-to idea when I'm at a loss for words. What an awesome way to start the month, right? [/sarcasm]