The Bridie Song

I wish I had a song with my name in.

 There are so many songs out with girl’s names in, why can’t someone write one about me I'm sure loads of things rhyme with Bridie…. None come to mind right now but I'm not a songwriter (so I will let a highly skilled songwriter work on it like one of the geniuses at Eurovision)

Anyway I am not going to attempt to write my own song on here as you may have already guessed. but I am going to edit a few well known songs to see what it would be like to have a song, and if someone is inspired to write a song for me then that would be a bonus. (Hint, hint)

1.      Mandy- Barry Manilow

Well you came and you gave without taking

And I sent you away, oh bridie

And you kissed me and stopped me from shaking

And I need you today, oh Bridie

2.      Jolene- Dolly Parton

Bridie, Bridie, Bridie, Bridie

Im begging of you please don't take my man

Bridie, Bridie, Bridie, Bridie

Please don't take him just because you can

Your beauty is beyond compare

With flaming locks of auburn hair

With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green

Your smile is like a breath of spring

Your voice is soft like summer rain

And I cannot compete with you, Bridie

3.      Billie Jean-Michael Jackson

Bridie Jean Is Not My Lover

She's Just A Girl Who Claims That I Am The One

But The Kid Is Not My Son

She Says I Am The One, But The Kid Is Not My Son

4.      Ruby - the Kaiser Chiefs

Bridie, Bridie, Bridie, Bridie

And do ya, do ya, do ya, do ya

Know what ya doing, doing to me?

Bridie, Bridie, Bridie, Bridie

5.      Valerie - Amy Winehouse

Since I've come on home,

Well my body's been a mess

And I've missed your ginger hair

And the way you like to dress

Won't you come on over

Stop making a fool out of me

Why don't you come on over Bridie?

Bridie [x3]

Some of these songs work quite well and I feel are improved with my name in, also Jolene and Valerie talk about gingers so I will count it that they are about me secretly

Ok so just after I finished writing this post I decided to Google check to see if I did have a song with my name in (should have probably done that before hand) anyway turns out there is a song (making this entire post pointless. Nice one Bridie)

Anyway here is the link (I don’t like the song very much, but if they want to write a song about me and name there group after me who am I to criticize)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dNlHfi8XZoY

First Post Of 2013: The Zipwire Story

It’s just like me to miss two great blogging opportunities, I missed Christmas and I missed New Year. A time when people are driven crazy by their family, friends and the annoying TV repeats so they turn to the internet, which would have been a chance but I was in a Christmas coma induced by multiple sweet tins, turkey and presents.

If you were wondering what I got for Christmas then wonder no longer I got

1.       Cougar Town - Season 1 [DVD]

2.       How I Met Your Mother - Season 7 [DVD]

3.       Modern Family - Season 3 [DVD]

4.       Bad - 25th Anniversary Deluxe [3 CD/1 DVD]

5.       Diff’rent Strokes Season 4 [DVD]

Anyway on with the first blog post of 2013!

 

So I am going to try to rewrite from memory something I wrote in year 7 English. 

I didn’t want to do it.

I knew it was a bad Idea from the second we got off the coach that morning, but there I was after a whole morning to panic at the thought, I was stuck in a line I didn’t want to be in. taking steps towards what I didn’t know at the time but was about to be one of the worst memories of my childhood. I begged not to do it but my pleas fell on deaf ears and I was patronised and guilt tripped  into complying so there I stood close to tears but holding them back in front of my friends then before I knew it I was up there I was the front  watched by the people who had gone before me. Click. I was strapped in my harness and definitely not ready to jump, I was pushed.

I don’t remember much of the actual zip wire riding experience. probably because what happened next tainted that memory. the next thing I remember it was over I was at the end of the line still hooked up, but at that point at least for a spilt second I felt relief and a small sense of accomplishment but that changed extremely quickly.

(That was all I wrote in year seven but now I'm nearly nineteen I have procrastinated enough I think I will take a crack at finishing the story, and even anyone wants to contact miss hall and tell her I have finished this English homework and refer her to my blog I would be grateful.)

I looked down (huge mistake) I saw one boy from my class shouting up to me to release and come down, I couldn’t the harness was jammed I was stuck (I didn’t find out until later that my harness hadn’t been put on properly in the first place)  but right there in that moment knowing I was stuck and feeling helpless in panic my hands slipped from the hope so I was there dangling from the waist by an improperly fastened harness feeling like a turtle on it shell, after what felt like an eternity the instructor had to get a giant ladder and fix my harness and help me down, all I could hear is laughter from the ground below from the classmates I thought were my friends.

At least at this point only half the class knew, the other half would be informed the next day by my complete ass hat of a year six teacher (Mrs Burgan) who to this day I despise she sat everyone one down on the carpet and told the whole class the incident as I sat there with the class staring at me trying to cover their laughs. Its moment likes that have seriously scarred my self confidence that only now I have started to build back up again but hopefully writing this I can move on because I used to hide from the embarrassing points in my life but now I just except them for what they are and move on so this is me moving on and not caring.

P.S I still hate you Mrs Burgan