Hi friends,
Every MWF I have this awkward lull in my day, it's about 2 hrs. long between classes. In an ideal world, it should be long enough to get stuff done right? But alas, I usually eat a slow lunch, fix my make-up (vanity alert), and twiddle my thumbs. Before my recital I would always practice, but now I can't do that anymore (hmm, sad or happy emotion?). Anyways, I am sitting here in my student building, I just finished listening to a cello concerto that I am accompanying (Saint-Saens no. 1 - BEAUTIFUL) and I have 4o minutes until class. I've discovered that it is so true that once you hit college, boredom doesn't exist. I could seriously sit here, stare at the wall and listen to music until my class. At the current moment I'm listening to Adele, she always puts me in my happy spot. Okay, here are some things i'm looking forward to in the near future:
Getting hot chocolate soon as I'm done with this post :)
fall festival at church tonight!! Best event ever. I get to go throw kids on a giant blown-up slide and give them candy!! Then at the end of the night we all get to play on the inflatables and get our own candy.
We're painting the interior of a house tomorrow!
Haloween party with friends sometime this weekend.
I'm going (hopefully) to see In Time. It comes out tonight, looks super good. What would you do if you had to buy the minutes of your life?
On Monday the elementary piano class that I help teach is having a haloween recital. More cute kids dressed up, this time to play piano!!
research paper is due next week. No, I'm not excited about the research paper, though I do like my topic, I'm excited that it will be over!! Hooray! The invention of the fugue is fascinating, but so is life :)
Okay, hot chocolate time...then arabic!
Friday, October 28, 2011
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Wise sayings
"Often there is eloquence [or a death wish] in a silent look" -anonymous
"Dead men don't bite" - Plutarch. Oh, good to know.
"Be gracious in da feet" -unknown
"There's no time like the present." But there's always time for a present
"The early bird gets the worm. The second mouse gets the cheese" -unknown
"Words spoken are like eggs broken" the either leave a mess or make a yummy omelet
"A bird in the hand is safer than one overhead."
"Dead men don't bite" - Plutarch. Oh, good to know.
"Be gracious in da feet" -unknown
"There's no time like the present." But there's always time for a present
"The early bird gets the worm. The second mouse gets the cheese" -unknown
"Words spoken are like eggs broken" the either leave a mess or make a yummy omelet
"A bird in the hand is safer than one overhead."
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Stories of Adulthood
Well, in case you didn't know this, I turned 21 two weeks ago. It was wonderful. Ok, in reality it was rather a normal day. HOWEVER, it means I am really an adult now. I feel like between 18 and 21 you are a half-adult. You know, at 18 you are "legal" in almost every sense and can sign papers etc. But until you are 21, you still have some limitations.
I was explaining this to my uncle last week when I was visiting him, my aunt and the CUTEST 2 year old EVER. The problem was, the moment before I had been asking him to get me something as I was comfortable on the couch. And the next moment I spotted the laundry basket full of bubble wrap that was beckoning me to come jump in it. My uncle argue that these were points against my adulthood, but I just told him that I know what I want and how to get it :)
Also, I was wearing a SUPER cute outfit today. I had on a cardigan that I got for my birthday, nice jeans, and really cute shoes. The shoes were flat, pointy, strappy, gold shimmery shoes. I was leaving the music building after a rehearsal thinking that I was really looking the part of a nice, adult musician. But before I even finished the thought, I slipped down the steps I was walking down. Yeah, the shoes were slippery.
Yep, that's what being an adult is like. I have become so much more mature and graceful these past two weeks.....yeah.
edit: And I also now have a happy duck background on my computer :D
I was explaining this to my uncle last week when I was visiting him, my aunt and the CUTEST 2 year old EVER. The problem was, the moment before I had been asking him to get me something as I was comfortable on the couch. And the next moment I spotted the laundry basket full of bubble wrap that was beckoning me to come jump in it. My uncle argue that these were points against my adulthood, but I just told him that I know what I want and how to get it :)
Also, I was wearing a SUPER cute outfit today. I had on a cardigan that I got for my birthday, nice jeans, and really cute shoes. The shoes were flat, pointy, strappy, gold shimmery shoes. I was leaving the music building after a rehearsal thinking that I was really looking the part of a nice, adult musician. But before I even finished the thought, I slipped down the steps I was walking down. Yeah, the shoes were slippery.
Yep, that's what being an adult is like. I have become so much more mature and graceful these past two weeks.....yeah.
edit: And I also now have a happy duck background on my computer :D
Monday, October 17, 2011
Wow, I'm posting when I said I would
Ok, so I'm thankful for a roommate who yells (or asks politely) at me to post :) haha
I'm super excited about a project I'm working on. I was at my aunt's house this weekend and I raided her shed and found this WONDERFUL old picture frame. I plan to take out the glass, clean it up, and make it a jewelry holder. With the help of my aunt I am going to get some old knobs/drawer pulls and attach them to a sheet of plywood that I'll put in the frame. And voila! A pretty place to hang my jewelry.
So yeah, it's a work in progress, but eventually you will witness my success.
Project 2 was quite a simple thing, but it got me excited. Now that I am living in a real condo, I have a kitchen in which I ideally cook for myself. It actually does happen most of the time, I haven't gone hungry yet. I wanted a cute way to do meal planning because if I don't plan, I end up eating sandwiches all the time. This is what I came up with. I write my meals on a little piece of notepaper and put them in the clothespins. It was super easy to make too!
It's on my fridge and in case you're wondering, the W stands for weekend.
I'm super excited about a project I'm working on. I was at my aunt's house this weekend and I raided her shed and found this WONDERFUL old picture frame. I plan to take out the glass, clean it up, and make it a jewelry holder. With the help of my aunt I am going to get some old knobs/drawer pulls and attach them to a sheet of plywood that I'll put in the frame. And voila! A pretty place to hang my jewelry.
So yeah, it's a work in progress, but eventually you will witness my success.
Project 2 was quite a simple thing, but it got me excited. Now that I am living in a real condo, I have a kitchen in which I ideally cook for myself. It actually does happen most of the time, I haven't gone hungry yet. I wanted a cute way to do meal planning because if I don't plan, I end up eating sandwiches all the time. This is what I came up with. I write my meals on a little piece of notepaper and put them in the clothespins. It was super easy to make too!
It's on my fridge and in case you're wondering, the W stands for weekend.
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Life
So, I feel like I'm finally re-emerging into life. Last weekend I gave my junior recital and I am just now feeling fully recovered. What a crazy ride!! I did not realize what all goes into preparing and giving a recital. Preparing the music is definitely NOT the worst of it, after all, that's what my life is about. It's all the little details and timing that make one go crazy. And literally, I was quite crazy for the couple weeks beforehand. I had that wild look in my eyes and couldn't finish my sentences. I also randomly broke out in yelling or crying. AND I kept oversleeping my alarm. I never do that. Never. (yes, I just got a new alarm clock)
Suffice it to say, I feel almost giddy about life now. Instead of spending my evening in a practice room, I can cook, do laundry, fold my clothes. Rather than eating lunch on my bike en-route to the music building, I can eat with people and get in some socialization. I will no longer be spending my weekends doing rehearsals and playing for people, but will enjoy the weather, exercise a little, and hopefully BLOG!!! I have some projects and other cool things that I want to share. Now that my mind can think of things other than Beethoven, Muczynski and Bacewicz, I will hopefully no longer bring a cloud of depression everywhere I go. Hooray! And there's the update on my life :) Tomorrow will bring pictures of DIY things...oooh
Suffice it to say, I feel almost giddy about life now. Instead of spending my evening in a practice room, I can cook, do laundry, fold my clothes. Rather than eating lunch on my bike en-route to the music building, I can eat with people and get in some socialization. I will no longer be spending my weekends doing rehearsals and playing for people, but will enjoy the weather, exercise a little, and hopefully BLOG!!! I have some projects and other cool things that I want to share. Now that my mind can think of things other than Beethoven, Muczynski and Bacewicz, I will hopefully no longer bring a cloud of depression everywhere I go. Hooray! And there's the update on my life :) Tomorrow will bring pictures of DIY things...oooh
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Blogging Goggles
Hey you! Blog-world, virtual friends, readers, whatever you fancy yourself as. So, I was sitting in my bed with my computer last night trying to force something out of my brain onto this blog. But I just kept staring at my white computer screen so I gave up. Well, maybe it wasn't giving up. It would have been a post that would fit into the category of "reluctant noises" rather than "joyful," so maybe I was sacrificing my desire to post to the quality of my blog (yeah right).
Anyways, I resolved to look at today through new eyes. I would see every little detail of my life as an opportunity to write a great, satirical, comical, enjoyable blog post (I love adjectives). But let me tell you, strange things happen when you look at life as one giant post. First of all, nothing interesting happens. I think life actually gets more bland. But despite this pallidness, I made myself search for meaning in the minutia of life. Here's what I came up with:
A girl came down the hallway out of breath and exclaimed how she almost died because there was "a clear liquid" that she slipped on. I could write on how inanimate objects try to kill us. I later tripped on the ground, it definitely attacked me. Then my locker cut my hand. Ouch.
I could write on the first thing our adrenaline leads us to do. I came home tonight and heard my roommate squeal, yell "what are you doing" then scream bloody murder for a good couple seconds. I ran up the stairs screaming "what the heck is going on," ready to attack her murderer with my backpack. Yes, my backpack. I was scared for our lives. (It didn't help that the gate to our condo had been propped open).
Or I could talk about animals. Those "cute," living things that bark at night or leave scratches on human arms when they get annoyed. Yet we still love them and cuddle them and treat them like they have souls.
Unfortunately, I discovered that it's the negative things that pop out, so tomorrow I will look for blog potential in the positive. We'll see how that goes...
Anyways, I resolved to look at today through new eyes. I would see every little detail of my life as an opportunity to write a great, satirical, comical, enjoyable blog post (I love adjectives). But let me tell you, strange things happen when you look at life as one giant post. First of all, nothing interesting happens. I think life actually gets more bland. But despite this pallidness, I made myself search for meaning in the minutia of life. Here's what I came up with:
A girl came down the hallway out of breath and exclaimed how she almost died because there was "a clear liquid" that she slipped on. I could write on how inanimate objects try to kill us. I later tripped on the ground, it definitely attacked me. Then my locker cut my hand. Ouch.
I could write on the first thing our adrenaline leads us to do. I came home tonight and heard my roommate squeal, yell "what are you doing" then scream bloody murder for a good couple seconds. I ran up the stairs screaming "what the heck is going on," ready to attack her murderer with my backpack. Yes, my backpack. I was scared for our lives. (It didn't help that the gate to our condo had been propped open).
Or I could talk about animals. Those "cute," living things that bark at night or leave scratches on human arms when they get annoyed. Yet we still love them and cuddle them and treat them like they have souls.
Unfortunately, I discovered that it's the negative things that pop out, so tomorrow I will look for blog potential in the positive. We'll see how that goes...
Monday, October 3, 2011
Guest Post from my wonderful friend Maddie Mars
Cockroach. Does that word make you cringe? Because it should.
Cockroaches are one of the most resilient creatures on the face of this earth. Unfortunately, they are also one of the most disgusting creatures on the face of this earth. Cockroaches have been creeping and crawling around since the dawn of time and they aren’t going anywhere anytime soon. They are brilliant little insects who are able to cleverly adapt to new environments. They can live for months without a consistent food and water source. They can even survive without their heads (umm...eww.) They also repopulate at an astronomical rate, meaning only the best survival characteristics get passed on from one bunch of cockroach babies to another. All of these qualities, while impressive for a cockroach, add up to an awful situation for humans who share the same living spaces as these little critters.
I had the lovely opportunity to encounter three cockroaches this weekend. Yes, that’s right. Three. All inside my condo. It was really quite pleasant, I assure you. I just love it when a large, black, ugly bug comes out of nowhere and scares me to the point where I run away crying and screaming my head off. It makes me even happier that this experience happened more than once.
Except...not. Worst. Thing. Ever.
I can think of a million things that I would rather have surprise me than a cockroach. Like what about a puppy? I’d be okay if puppies came out of my wall. Or flowers? What about a nice flower garden springing out of my ceiling? But no. I get surprised by cockroaches. Lucky me.
I suppose I am the one who has enc-“roached” on their property. (...get it?) Because they have been around since the dawn of time, and I have not, they technically have more rights to this land than I do. I am living in a condo that was built on their home, so it serves me right to have surprise visits from them every once in a while. Also, I can’t ignore the fact that they are intelligent creatures. I mean, they are able to outwit me...that’s impressive. I have to give at least some credit for that. With all of these things taken into consideration, I really should be more respectful of the thousands of my little, crawling roommates who hide in my walls...
...except my mom just called pest control and they are coming on Wednesday to terminate EVERY SINGLE COCKROACH in this condo.
Who’s smarter now you little six-legged, disease-ridden pest? That’s right. Me.
Cockroaches are one of the most resilient creatures on the face of this earth. Unfortunately, they are also one of the most disgusting creatures on the face of this earth. Cockroaches have been creeping and crawling around since the dawn of time and they aren’t going anywhere anytime soon. They are brilliant little insects who are able to cleverly adapt to new environments. They can live for months without a consistent food and water source. They can even survive without their heads (umm...eww.) They also repopulate at an astronomical rate, meaning only the best survival characteristics get passed on from one bunch of cockroach babies to another. All of these qualities, while impressive for a cockroach, add up to an awful situation for humans who share the same living spaces as these little critters.
I had the lovely opportunity to encounter three cockroaches this weekend. Yes, that’s right. Three. All inside my condo. It was really quite pleasant, I assure you. I just love it when a large, black, ugly bug comes out of nowhere and scares me to the point where I run away crying and screaming my head off. It makes me even happier that this experience happened more than once.
Except...not. Worst. Thing. Ever.
I can think of a million things that I would rather have surprise me than a cockroach. Like what about a puppy? I’d be okay if puppies came out of my wall. Or flowers? What about a nice flower garden springing out of my ceiling? But no. I get surprised by cockroaches. Lucky me.
I suppose I am the one who has enc-“roached” on their property. (...get it?) Because they have been around since the dawn of time, and I have not, they technically have more rights to this land than I do. I am living in a condo that was built on their home, so it serves me right to have surprise visits from them every once in a while. Also, I can’t ignore the fact that they are intelligent creatures. I mean, they are able to outwit me...that’s impressive. I have to give at least some credit for that. With all of these things taken into consideration, I really should be more respectful of the thousands of my little, crawling roommates who hide in my walls...
...except my mom just called pest control and they are coming on Wednesday to terminate EVERY SINGLE COCKROACH in this condo.
Who’s smarter now you little six-legged, disease-ridden pest? That’s right. Me.
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