Bands: #3

Get Me Out (Of My Mind).

I DIDN'T HAVE THE WIFI TO POST THIS LAST NIGHT:

Hey guysss, so it's currently night here in Perth and I realised I haven't posted today.
Scroll down a bit if you're uninterested in these shenanigans, though I've some stories and ideas I hope to share with you guysss.
If you read this regularly, you'll know that this is essentially become my blog along with a series of band books. In fact, some of you guysss  know more about me than the people in my real life.
This causes a mixture of emotions, though this isn't a psychology session. I've recently realised a little something along the lines of dreams and aspirations, though it sounds uninteresting until you consider it from your perspective:
Take a moment to mentally picture one of you greatest aspirations. Imagine this dream was within reach, if only you knew how to grab hold of it. Now consider the ability to achieve this goal. Finally, grow depressed from the fact that the person who you aspired to work with on this dream would be completely uninterested in collaborating with you. This is how I felt when I learnt that my friend's friend lives next to the one of the people I respect greatly, and he would consider it a nuisance to work with me.

Now, I'm not one to begin sharing names and telling y'all everything, for my mind is still in the state of "perhaps you'll work with him one day", though I surely can expose that it's prompted me to take myself more seriously.

I'm a joke, especially if you know me in real life. What socially respected twenty to twenty-something-year-old wishes to engage in a serious conversation with an almost-fourteen-year-old? Nobody. Not even a dog. Hah, my dog is over forty in canine years and he doesn't want to talk to me...

Back to the point: could one of y'all tell me how long I've been hoping to begin a YouTube career? Answer: around about TOO FRERARDING LONG.

What's YouTube got to do with anything? That is a good question. You see, YouTube is a starting point for an aspiring filmmaker to take the plunge into... Uh... Life.
Thus why I've decided to actually consider a YouTube series, spending a  few hours today daydreaming about it, and finally beginning to write the first season. (My previous idea, which some of you were aware of, had to be cancelled... Thanks, parents! Sarcasm.)
In simple terms: gain some recognition and hopefully respect through a one-person show by a stupid teenager dressing as an elderly woman. (I need serious help, don't I?)

Along with this, I hope to begin filing Vines that are based off of these books.
Eg. A shorter chapter of this book turned into a Vine.
Would this work?

AndyWay's, these are the thoughts currently occupying my mind, along with a crapload of school assessments including Health (ugh) and Science. (Quick side note: Ms. J (science teacher), PLEASE TELL ME WHAT I CAN DO TO EARN AN 'A' GRADE THIS SEMESTER! I TRY, I TRULY DO, THOUGH IT JUST DOESN'T SEEP INTO MY BRAIN... I ACTUALLY KNOW MORE THAN I SEEM TO UNTIL TESTS RUIN MY MIND.
I'LL LITERALLY TUTOR YOUR KIDS IN ENGISH, WASH YOUR CAR AND WALK YOUR DOG, CAT, TARANTULA, GOLDFISH, WHATEVER PET, JUST FOR THIS GERARDDAMN 'A' AND POSITIVE REPORT COMMENTS. My parents will literally slaughter me if I get a lower grade. Thank you kindly, -Sara B, the one you secretly sigh at every day, for I am that pathetic. And if this plea was worthless, do us all a favour and don't mention it anywhere...)
^If you're in my class and see that, please show Ms. J. Thank you kindly.

Okay the life rant is over.

(Wow that was a crapload of bullshizzle, wasn't it? But seriously though, it's my life plan right now. Did it even make sense?)

When it's lunch and the teacher says:
Teacher: Hold on class, one more minute.
Me: GET ME OUT...
Teacher: Let's revise Pythagorus' theorem.
Me: MIDDLE FINGERS UP IF YOU DON'T GIVE A [FRERARD].

*Laughs* Oh how I wish I could use that in class...