Hello, everyone!
I'm still sick, which sucks, and last night - wait, scratch that, the whole flipping day - I was rather delirious. I blame cold & flu tablets and honey & lemon tea. But, oh well.
Anyway, as Kimmo mentioned in her last post, yesterday was the last day of the Up All Night tour. People were watching twitcams and all these sorts of things, and people were tweeting live... and I was sad but so proud of the boys for what they've achieved. And then the crying pictures came out. Crying everyone. Rumour has it Harry couldn't perform is solo in WMYB because he was crying too hard so Niall had to do it for him.
Tears.
Basically they're the biggest boyband in the whole world, and they still don't understand how it's happened to them. Two years ago, they had no idea who each other were and now they're 56% on their way to complete world domination. And it's too much for them and they're crying because their first tour, in which they travelled all over Europe, the US and Australia and New Zealand, is finally over.
Anyway, most things made me really emotional after it finished, and I would post pictures but I might cry every time I go past my blog page and I might make Kim cry again and I don't want that. So. Take my word for it or Google it yourself.
I have also written a story about a new character, some background information on him. I had to actually stop because I was so upset at what had happened. I felt like I was going to rip my heart out of my chest. I don't know if anyone would understand these feels, but when I'm writing, I feel like a machine. It's like these characters all live inside me and although I plan basic things to make them characters, as I write things, they hit me with all this emotion and feelings which makes me extremely upset as my fingers continue to describe what's happening. The thing I wrote should've been longer, but I had to stop because I felt like I was just going to drown in sadness.
Am I weird? Probably. But writing... I love writing a lot. I also love my characters because they are my precious babies and I will protect them to the death.
I was going to write about the Senior Soiree... right. This happened last Wednesday, but I totally forgot until Mary mentioned it in a post. Speaking of Mary, she did sing and she was so precious and everyone loved her and we all clapped really loud.
It was my first soiree, since I've never really performed before and this is my first year in choir. We performed Firework by Katy Perry and Oh Happy Day from Sister Act. Our swaying was unco, but apparently really photogenic, and it was extremely fun. I had a good time, and it's made me realise choir isn't so bad as what everyone made it seem. So.
I think that's all I have to say for the mo. I leave you with a picture of Marc Schulze, who I know think is a god. He's flawless.
I'm still sick, which sucks, and last night - wait, scratch that, the whole flipping day - I was rather delirious. I blame cold & flu tablets and honey & lemon tea. But, oh well.
Anyway, as Kimmo mentioned in her last post, yesterday was the last day of the Up All Night tour. People were watching twitcams and all these sorts of things, and people were tweeting live... and I was sad but so proud of the boys for what they've achieved. And then the crying pictures came out. Crying everyone. Rumour has it Harry couldn't perform is solo in WMYB because he was crying too hard so Niall had to do it for him.
Tears.
Basically they're the biggest boyband in the whole world, and they still don't understand how it's happened to them. Two years ago, they had no idea who each other were and now they're 56% on their way to complete world domination. And it's too much for them and they're crying because their first tour, in which they travelled all over Europe, the US and Australia and New Zealand, is finally over.
Anyway, most things made me really emotional after it finished, and I would post pictures but I might cry every time I go past my blog page and I might make Kim cry again and I don't want that. So. Take my word for it or Google it yourself.
I have also written a story about a new character, some background information on him. I had to actually stop because I was so upset at what had happened. I felt like I was going to rip my heart out of my chest. I don't know if anyone would understand these feels, but when I'm writing, I feel like a machine. It's like these characters all live inside me and although I plan basic things to make them characters, as I write things, they hit me with all this emotion and feelings which makes me extremely upset as my fingers continue to describe what's happening. The thing I wrote should've been longer, but I had to stop because I felt like I was just going to drown in sadness.
Am I weird? Probably. But writing... I love writing a lot. I also love my characters because they are my precious babies and I will protect them to the death.
I was going to write about the Senior Soiree... right. This happened last Wednesday, but I totally forgot until Mary mentioned it in a post. Speaking of Mary, she did sing and she was so precious and everyone loved her and we all clapped really loud.
It was my first soiree, since I've never really performed before and this is my first year in choir. We performed Firework by Katy Perry and Oh Happy Day from Sister Act. Our swaying was unco, but apparently really photogenic, and it was extremely fun. I had a good time, and it's made me realise choir isn't so bad as what everyone made it seem. So.
I think that's all I have to say for the mo. I leave you with a picture of Marc Schulze, who I know think is a god. He's flawless.
Yeah. I know those feels.
Yours in weirdness,
Tash.
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