Youtube

I posted a video of myself singing on youtube, today. It's not the best qualityn video, but you know, it's a start. I'm going to keep uploading now, I finally have the drive :)


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=roi1M0xEvKk

Here it is! I'm singing a bit of the song Skin by the band BOY: "BOY is a Swiss-German pop duo founded in 2007 by singer Valeska Steiner and bassist Sonja Glass. The two met during a pop-music course at the Hochschule für Musik und Theater Hamburg in 2005. The band initially played concerts independently, before being discovered and signed to Herbert Grönemeyer's label, Grönland Records, in 2011.

Their debut album, Mutual Friends was produced by Philip Steinke and released in September 2011.

Their first hit single "Little Numbers" was featured in the German film "Kein Sex ist auch keine Lösung" ("No Sex is no Solution either").

BOY won the Hamburg Musician Prize HANS in 2011 in the category Hamburgs Newcomer of the Year, and the European Border Breakers Award (EBBA) in 2012." (Taken from http://www.lyricshall.com/biography/BOY/)

Jobs, chocolate milk, and dreams

I need a job; there's no sugarcoating the fact that I am a poor, almost twenty year old, that lives with her parents because she couldn't continue going to college because she didn't finish her high school, because life sucks, so her parents pay her rent and cellphone bill.

I. Am. BROKE! I have seventeen cents in my bank account. Seventeen cents. Woopty-friggen-doo.

So, no I'm looking for jobs and stuff. I'll let y'all know how that goes.

In other news, I'm drinking chocolate milk, and am feelin damn happy about that. It's Nesquik! Who doesn't love Nesquik??? Okay, maybe a lot of people, but shh. I love it. That's all that matters.....right? I actually just dropped it and now I'm sad 'cause it's gone. MY CHOCOLATE MILK IS GONEEEE!! WHYYY???

Also, I have had some pretty interesting dreams lately, that have given me great book ideas.
One was about a Native girl who was adopted by a rich white family at the age of five, and was taken off the reservation she lived on. She is brought up as their daughter with their own children, but always feels different from her family because she isn't as white as them (she's light skinned). She attends this prestegious school, and instead of taking the bus to school like most of her peers, she hikes there to feel closer to nature. On her way to school, she meets a boy who is also headed the same way, and the talk as they make their way to school. She finds out that he's also Native, and lives on the local reservation, and they strike up a friendship. THEN I WOKE UP, DAMNIT! So, of course, now I'm writing a story about them.

The other dream was about this dance school that people from all over the world attend, that has a forest and garden behind it, and in the forest there's this littlr patch of burrs/dandelions/whatever they were, that are...haunted? I'm not sure. Anyway, in this dream, I fell into them and a whole bunch of weird things started to happen, like I could see these little creatures everywhere, I was hearing things...and then all of a sudden, I realized the whole school was in danger of being destroyed by fae!! Then something about posssions and microwaves happened and I woke up confused as hell...but yeah. Imma adapt that into a story (it'll make more sense, I swear).

Soooo, yeah!

This funny feeling...

I dyed my hair to its natural colour...and it feels good to look like how I was intended to look. For now. I like to change my hair a lot, and I think it's because it's something I feel that I can control in my life, when things aren't so great. But right now? I think things are pretty great.

I'll tell you why...

I'm home, where my family and friends are (and pets!). I'm getting my shit together. ANNNND... I have somebody who really knows me (who has known me for a good six or seven years) and who makes me laugh instead of cry- I'm not gonna go into detail quite yet, because I'm not ready to disclose that information. But I've definately got this funny feeling all up in my tummy, and I think it's happiness and uhh, something a little bit more than that.

I'm myself again. I'm this weird, awkward, doesn't-give-a-shit-what-people-think about me girl. And I'm starting to actually like myself, because the past three years I haven't been me, I've been this shell of a girl who just hates herself, who has to walk on eggshells just breathing! Not anymore.

Read my books, blah, blah, blah...and stuff, yeah!

I'm going to go eat Fruit Loops now, suckers!!!

Books you need to read on Wattpad and updates on stuffs

Hey people out there! So, in my free time, as you know, I read a lot. Like, a lot. IT'S AN ADDICTION OKAY? And I've come across some really good stories on Wattpad. Here're some stories which should really be checked out:

Blind Attraction- by Cora Virgo

The Dark Place- by deejaybee

12 Weeks 12 Dates- by bookbuddy

Skittles and Science- by EternalZephyr

Just Jack- by SeanPowell

Love Like a Delinquent- by 3mmaRawrs

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So, I've been slowly updating my stories. My word counts are all really awesomely huge, and I'm proud of how much I've written- especially for Dark One. I'll update on Wattpad eventually, but for now it'll still be slow. Sorry guys! Also, my novella is on sale at Amazon.ca for 99 cents...so check it out? Please?

New story, new facebook page!

I have a couple of new stories up, but the one I'm really working on is Grit. I'm not too sure where it's going to take me, but know this: it's a post-apocalyptic-dystopian-werewolf story...so that should be interesting, no? The main character, Micah, looks a lot like my friend Deborah, so I ended up using her face as part of the cover. I think it turned out well :)

I have a like page on facebook!!! Sydnie Beaupré :D yaaaay!!! Hit like if you like my stories?!? Please!!!

Stuff happens

So, I broke up with my boyfriend. I feel like it was the right thing to do, because I was unhappy. We fought a lot, and every time we tried to fix the relationship- well it wasn't done the right way. I fell out of love with him. That's not to say that I don't still love him, because yeah, I do. But I'm not in love with him anymore. I also couldn't stay in Sherbrooke anymore, it was lonely, I have no friends up there, and am pretty awkward. My french is bad, and Sherbrooke is mostly French. I missed my friends and family- everything wasn't working.

So, I'm back in Montreal.

Stuff happens.

I'll be okay and I hope he will too. I have great family and friends, and he does too so I think he'll be okay eventually.

A day to remember

Today is a kind of mixed emotion day for my family. 12 years ago exactly, my Papa (grandfather, for people who think I mean my dad) died because of colon cancer. They discovered it too late, and there was nothing much the hospital could do.

My Papa was a great man. Born in Derbyshire England, in 1932, on November 20th. Died in Montreal, Quebec, Canada, in 2001, on February 13th.

He spoke many different languages, and was a very well educated man; he was a school teacher, actually. He married twice, and had five children, two with his first wife, Irene Ferguson (my Grandma) Martine (my Mummy) and Alan, and three with his second wife, Irene Mackie (my Nana), Andrew, Fiona, and Peter.

When he was alive, he had three grandchildren- Rebecca, Jason from my aunty Fiona, and me, from my Mummy (Martine). Shortly after his death, my cousin Amber was born (from my uncle Peter).

In 2012, Rebecca had a son named Kaleb, and he is loved by us all.

I think he'd be proud of us all. We have all overcome so much in our lives, because believe me when I tell you my family hasn't had it easy. But we're all pulling through, and we're all happy with our lives, because we have each other and good friends.

I miss my Papa, we all miss him. His jokes, his laugh, his garden, his love of poetry...all of it. He's still with us thiugh, I think. No, I know. He loves Amber and Kaleb just as much as if they were alive when he was.