This actually proved to be a rather amusing semester... so I have quite a few good ones for you, mostly from Christian History. Enjoy.
These are five measure phrases. Avoid the Natural Man!
~ Dr. Don
There's a lesson for all of you, when choosing friends look at their net worth.
~Sister Black
He saw Jesus and was like, "No big deal, I've read about ya'"
~Bro. Gaskill
Now me, I'm all about priestcraft, go buy my books!
~Bro. Gaskill
Ladies, imagine some guy comes and tells you God said you were to marry him. You'd tell him to go to the University of Utah.
~Bro. Gaskill
Well, If you're going to restart polygamy, Ken and Barbie should do it.
~Bro. Gaskil
I don't know, when I was dating I always used the Songs of Solomon as my ideal for women to go out with.
~Bro. Gaskill
Maybe it's Satan making me say that, but I like him.
~Bro. Gaskill
It's like negotiating with the North Koreans, it never works.
~Dr. Thorpe
She's a lot like Martha Stewart, and we all know what we think of Martha Stewart, we just can't say it in class.
~Dr. Fredricson
STELLA
~The tradition must continue
It's like in Sense and Sensibility...
~Dr.Clayton
Edna Mode.
~Danielle
Dangit, I always thought I had good gay-dar.
~Kris Tina
Because I love you.
~Megan
Baby, it's cold outside.
Really, men are just like dogs. All we want is to be petted in morally chaste and appropriate ways.
~Sean
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Sunday, December 13, 2009
Sunday, September 13, 2009
What a Week(end)
First, timing is EVERYTHING! Thanks for the best laugh of my life Chase and Tae.
Second, I can't move, at least not like a normal person.
Third, I can't move because I ran a half marathon on Saturday morning. THIRTEEN POINT ONE MILES. That's right. And I did it in two hours and twenty five minutes. Cutting off fifteen minutes from my previous PR. Someday I'll knock my time down to the two hour mark, but I'm in no hurry. I'm pretty proud of myself since two years ago at this time I was swearing up and down that nothing short of being trapped on the Serengeti at lunch time would get me to run. Now two years later I've completed one 5K, two 10K's, and three half marathons. Someday I plan on running a whole marathon.
It was a great race. Grandpa ran the whole marathon, because he's incredibly hard core like that, Trent, Melanie, Megan and I ran the half. Trent and Melanie both placed which was awesome, and I was way excited for them. They make up the hard core running section of the family. At least the fast part... we won't get into training techniques, because there was a lot of not good training that happened in preparation for this sucker. The race itself was absolutely beautiful. I wish I could have taken pictures or something as I ran, because it was amazing to look at. It definitely helps to have beautiful scenery for a long race. You need something to look at to distract yourself.
Speaking of distracting yourself. I found the most perfect and slightly nerdy way to pace myself and help with the distraction factor. I spent the majority of the race going through every flute piece I thought I could play from memory. It was an interesting game to play, and kept my mind occupied while my body was screaming to stop. Do you think Dr. Clayton would let me count it as practice hours? Just kidding. But it did help, sooooooo much.
A few fun memories from the race that I don't want to forget:
~ We met a guy on the bus who looked just like Benedict from the movie of the Shakespeare play Much Ado about Nothing. He was fun to talk to. It's always interesting to meet people at these things.
~ They announced at the start of the race that if we heard shooting not to be worried, it was the first day of Antelope hunting season. That's right, Antelope hunting. Only in Southern Utah.
~ There was a guy at the race who had run 52 marathons in 52 weeks, and another guy there who had run over 500 marathons. CRAZY!!! I hope to run for all of my life, but I'm not sure I'll ever be that intense.
Yay running. And yay being sore. Hopefully tomorrow I'll be able to move finally.
Second, I can't move, at least not like a normal person.
Third, I can't move because I ran a half marathon on Saturday morning. THIRTEEN POINT ONE MILES. That's right. And I did it in two hours and twenty five minutes. Cutting off fifteen minutes from my previous PR. Someday I'll knock my time down to the two hour mark, but I'm in no hurry. I'm pretty proud of myself since two years ago at this time I was swearing up and down that nothing short of being trapped on the Serengeti at lunch time would get me to run. Now two years later I've completed one 5K, two 10K's, and three half marathons. Someday I plan on running a whole marathon.
It was a great race. Grandpa ran the whole marathon, because he's incredibly hard core like that, Trent, Melanie, Megan and I ran the half. Trent and Melanie both placed which was awesome, and I was way excited for them. They make up the hard core running section of the family. At least the fast part... we won't get into training techniques, because there was a lot of not good training that happened in preparation for this sucker. The race itself was absolutely beautiful. I wish I could have taken pictures or something as I ran, because it was amazing to look at. It definitely helps to have beautiful scenery for a long race. You need something to look at to distract yourself.
Speaking of distracting yourself. I found the most perfect and slightly nerdy way to pace myself and help with the distraction factor. I spent the majority of the race going through every flute piece I thought I could play from memory. It was an interesting game to play, and kept my mind occupied while my body was screaming to stop. Do you think Dr. Clayton would let me count it as practice hours? Just kidding. But it did help, sooooooo much.
A few fun memories from the race that I don't want to forget:
~ We met a guy on the bus who looked just like Benedict from the movie of the Shakespeare play Much Ado about Nothing. He was fun to talk to. It's always interesting to meet people at these things.
~ They announced at the start of the race that if we heard shooting not to be worried, it was the first day of Antelope hunting season. That's right, Antelope hunting. Only in Southern Utah.
~ There was a guy at the race who had run 52 marathons in 52 weeks, and another guy there who had run over 500 marathons. CRAZY!!! I hope to run for all of my life, but I'm not sure I'll ever be that intense.
Yay running. And yay being sore. Hopefully tomorrow I'll be able to move finally.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Tender
Today marked the end of my month of EAMA. Finishing summer music programs has always been bitter sweet for me, but this time seems particularly so, maybe because it was a much longer program. Perhaps it was because I'm older and didn't spend my evenings playing the skittles game like I did back in the day. But I think it is because we had so many chances to make good friends. Being a musician I often feel like I can't connect to other people. The further I get into music, the less connected I feel with non musicians. Not saying I don't have non musician friends, but there is a special bond that comes only through music. Coming to a program like this allowed me to be surrounded by people who are just like me and who each love music the way that I do. I love how intense these programs are, it's like drinking from a fire hose, but I love every moment and look forward to the programs I'll attend in future.
In my time here in France I've made friends with students I would have never come into contact with anywhere else. I've met amazing performers and composers. The amount of talent I've seen this month is incredible, particularly from so many of the composers. Some day when they are all world famous I'll be able to say I saw them fall asleep in a counterpoint lecture. Bahaha.
Parts of the program have been hard and exhausting but I've loved it. Every moment, even when I was having my soul sapped by third species. Fourth species would have really killed me, good thing I chickened out on that one... although, nerdy as it sounds, I plan on messing with more counterpoint on the airplane. I don't quite understand it, but the ideas that were presented fascinated me, and I'd love to figure it out more. It brings a whole new meaning to music and helps it all make so much more sense.
Tomorrow I get to go visit the last few sites I can cram in, who knows what they will be. I'm mostly excited to spend another day with a few other students and enjoy Paris. I don't plan on ever making it back to France, there are too many other places in the world to see and too many cultures to experience, but in my month here I've come to appreciate this country. Although I can't say I would ever want to live here, being here for a month has been great.
This month has been incredible. It has gone so fast. It feels like yesterday that I was worrying about my keyboard harmony entrance exam and wondering what in the world first species counterpoint is. Now I have performed in two concerts, finished three voice third species counterpoint assignments, and survived my keyboard class. I consider that quite the victory. I've visited museums and historical monuments, ranted about cool kings and queens, and been awestruck by beautiful houses of worship. I've sung hymns in french for three Sundays, run into missionaries in metro stations, and watched as seeds of the gospel have been planted in many hearts. I've vaulted metro exits (sometimes cards don't work), eaten copious amounts of gelato, and made Stella incredibly dubious on occasion. I've seen the truly beautiful sections of one of the oldest cities in Europe and visited sections I wish I'd never seen. If I were to try and tell half of all that I've done in this month or introduce a few of the wonderful people I've met I'd run out of room. So, I'll just tell you it's been amazing and so much fun. And as I leave I'll have a quote from one of my favorite movies running through my head "We'll always have Paris." Au revior.
In my time here in France I've made friends with students I would have never come into contact with anywhere else. I've met amazing performers and composers. The amount of talent I've seen this month is incredible, particularly from so many of the composers. Some day when they are all world famous I'll be able to say I saw them fall asleep in a counterpoint lecture. Bahaha.
Parts of the program have been hard and exhausting but I've loved it. Every moment, even when I was having my soul sapped by third species. Fourth species would have really killed me, good thing I chickened out on that one... although, nerdy as it sounds, I plan on messing with more counterpoint on the airplane. I don't quite understand it, but the ideas that were presented fascinated me, and I'd love to figure it out more. It brings a whole new meaning to music and helps it all make so much more sense.
Tomorrow I get to go visit the last few sites I can cram in, who knows what they will be. I'm mostly excited to spend another day with a few other students and enjoy Paris. I don't plan on ever making it back to France, there are too many other places in the world to see and too many cultures to experience, but in my month here I've come to appreciate this country. Although I can't say I would ever want to live here, being here for a month has been great.
This month has been incredible. It has gone so fast. It feels like yesterday that I was worrying about my keyboard harmony entrance exam and wondering what in the world first species counterpoint is. Now I have performed in two concerts, finished three voice third species counterpoint assignments, and survived my keyboard class. I consider that quite the victory. I've visited museums and historical monuments, ranted about cool kings and queens, and been awestruck by beautiful houses of worship. I've sung hymns in french for three Sundays, run into missionaries in metro stations, and watched as seeds of the gospel have been planted in many hearts. I've vaulted metro exits (sometimes cards don't work), eaten copious amounts of gelato, and made Stella incredibly dubious on occasion. I've seen the truly beautiful sections of one of the oldest cities in Europe and visited sections I wish I'd never seen. If I were to try and tell half of all that I've done in this month or introduce a few of the wonderful people I've met I'd run out of room. So, I'll just tell you it's been amazing and so much fun. And as I leave I'll have a quote from one of my favorite movies running through my head "We'll always have Paris." Au revior.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Are we dancing?
Yesterday wins the record for some of my girls sleeping in waaaaaaaay too long. Let's just say they made it to class only a little late and that was a miracle. We should have all been up early because Wednesday night there was tons of time to go to bed early. But apparently my girls are just as bad as Gina and I. We went to bed at one. Oops.
My girls continue to amuse me. Jayne being the most amusing one by far. She's really into getting Gina married off and it's getting more and more comical. Last night after we had done the devotional there was a mysterious knock on the door and in tumbled Jayne, Lizzie and Janessa. They were holding a love note written to Gina the contents read something like this:
My Darling Dearest Gina,
I know from the start you were not pleased with my affections, but I can withhold them no longer. I must tell you how I feel. I love everything about you, your beautiful hair, your elegant hands, your laugh... (it continued quite some time like this)
Always yours,
a certain councilor
This was quite the love note, and the girls were extremely pleased, however, upon closer investigation we discovered it was either a fake or this certain councilor was awfully feminine... from the purple pen to the round circles over the "i". Yeah. Then suddenly Gina announced that we were going to read the note in our next councilor meeting and for some odd reason those girls wanted the note back. Tragic. Apparently my love will be coming with a note for me tonight... should be good.
Last night was the student recital, I missed most of it though because I was getting ready to teach swing dancing. I was sooooo nervous to teach because I've done a lot of swing dancing, but that was over a year ago. It went really really well. I'm always really impressed with LDS boys, they, as a general rule, are really good about learning to dance. I'm not sure you would see that anywhere else. We weren't even on guys to girls, but everyone was good about trading around. We had about 70 kids total. We taught them the basic steps for east coast a left and right turn and then we really caught their attention. We taught them the cuddle. We said those words and we had the attention of the whole room, it was like magic. Who'd have thought. Then we decided to live on the edge and teach them the lean. We let them dance for the last twenty minutes and those who were really catching on we taught them a simple dip. Tonight at the real dance they are going to play some swing so that our kids can show off what they know.
Observations:
~Love can be found at summer camp. Know that. Lasting love, not so sure, but love, apparently yes.
~Ukulele boy is a player. See previous posts.
~To make sure they always look pristine every day a few of my girls still get up at 5:30 to be ready for 8:00 class. They are better souls than me. I would NEVER do that. Twenty minutes of prep time, max and only for dates.
~ The way to a fifteen year old girls heart is through chocolate cookies. I brought some last night and have earned the undying affections of all my girls.
~ Apparently I am "quiet yet spunky" or so my "keep up the good work" note from the head councilor said. I'm thinking that's a cop out and what it really means is "I've never actually talked to you, but you seem cool..." I'll take that over "Sweet spirit" any day.
~ Cafeteria food is of the Devil. Read Dante's inferno, I am convinced that in one of the circles they will be force fed cafeteria food. Oh, and in the ninth circle, they will line dance (not that I'm bitter).
~ Supposedly the councilors are all learning the "Thriller" dance to do tonight for the kids. I can't wait.
~ Being fifteen at a music camp full of cute boys is apparently the hardest thing ever, just ask a few of my girls 'cause "This is sooooooo not fair."
~ Dance parties in the lobby after curfew also make you a cool councilor. Tonight post dance we're having a Disney dance party... wooo hooo!!!
My girls continue to amuse me. Jayne being the most amusing one by far. She's really into getting Gina married off and it's getting more and more comical. Last night after we had done the devotional there was a mysterious knock on the door and in tumbled Jayne, Lizzie and Janessa. They were holding a love note written to Gina the contents read something like this:
My Darling Dearest Gina,
I know from the start you were not pleased with my affections, but I can withhold them no longer. I must tell you how I feel. I love everything about you, your beautiful hair, your elegant hands, your laugh... (it continued quite some time like this)
Always yours,
a certain councilor
This was quite the love note, and the girls were extremely pleased, however, upon closer investigation we discovered it was either a fake or this certain councilor was awfully feminine... from the purple pen to the round circles over the "i". Yeah. Then suddenly Gina announced that we were going to read the note in our next councilor meeting and for some odd reason those girls wanted the note back. Tragic. Apparently my love will be coming with a note for me tonight... should be good.
Last night was the student recital, I missed most of it though because I was getting ready to teach swing dancing. I was sooooo nervous to teach because I've done a lot of swing dancing, but that was over a year ago. It went really really well. I'm always really impressed with LDS boys, they, as a general rule, are really good about learning to dance. I'm not sure you would see that anywhere else. We weren't even on guys to girls, but everyone was good about trading around. We had about 70 kids total. We taught them the basic steps for east coast a left and right turn and then we really caught their attention. We taught them the cuddle. We said those words and we had the attention of the whole room, it was like magic. Who'd have thought. Then we decided to live on the edge and teach them the lean. We let them dance for the last twenty minutes and those who were really catching on we taught them a simple dip. Tonight at the real dance they are going to play some swing so that our kids can show off what they know.
Observations:
~Love can be found at summer camp. Know that. Lasting love, not so sure, but love, apparently yes.
~Ukulele boy is a player. See previous posts.
~To make sure they always look pristine every day a few of my girls still get up at 5:30 to be ready for 8:00 class. They are better souls than me. I would NEVER do that. Twenty minutes of prep time, max and only for dates.
~ The way to a fifteen year old girls heart is through chocolate cookies. I brought some last night and have earned the undying affections of all my girls.
~ Apparently I am "quiet yet spunky" or so my "keep up the good work" note from the head councilor said. I'm thinking that's a cop out and what it really means is "I've never actually talked to you, but you seem cool..." I'll take that over "Sweet spirit" any day.
~ Cafeteria food is of the Devil. Read Dante's inferno, I am convinced that in one of the circles they will be force fed cafeteria food. Oh, and in the ninth circle, they will line dance (not that I'm bitter).
~ Supposedly the councilors are all learning the "Thriller" dance to do tonight for the kids. I can't wait.
~ Being fifteen at a music camp full of cute boys is apparently the hardest thing ever, just ask a few of my girls 'cause "This is sooooooo not fair."
~ Dance parties in the lobby after curfew also make you a cool councilor. Tonight post dance we're having a Disney dance party... wooo hooo!!!
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Mawage is what bwings us togevah todaaaay
I am getting married next Saturday. It's all rather sudden as it is an arranged marriage by one of my girls with a fellow councilor. Who knew true love could be found at Summer Music Camp? *sigh* Jayne a fifteen year old in my group has seen fit to ensure that Gina and I find and are sealed to our eternal companions forth with. Gina's romance is progressing faster than mine, but this is understandable because she is older than me and her wedding is this Saturday at 4pm. Be there or be square.
Also I found out I am to be a lemming with no opinion. Councilors aren't entitled to opinions until after the program is over. Fair enough. From here on out it's blind deaf and dumb obedience. Gag.
Yesterday night was my favorite thus far, we watched a silent movie "The Freshman" accompanied by the ever amazing Brother Ohman. After the silent movie we took councilor pictures and attempted to build a councilor pyramid... yeah... nerve wracking. Post picture taking my girls grabbed me and announced they wanted to go to the creamery and get ice cream. Good plan but upon our arrival we found a massive line and from working there I knew that there was no way we would be through in time so we bought to cartons and plastic spoons. Way more fun and way cheaper. Score on both accounts. We headed to to dorms and ate ice cream while listening to music in the basement. I absolutely love those girls.
That said, there are a few who are starting to get to me. Ironically one of them plays my instrument and wants to come here. Luckily I will be graduating before she arrives. They're cute girls but they are always the last ones to show and they have a knack for arriving right as we are about to have to call them in to headquarters to announce that they are missing. Yeah... that gets really really old fast. My little flute players roommate is my second love... she keeps bringing boys home... and Gina or I get to chill in the lobby and chaperon.
However, the good does out weigh the bad. I have really good girls all round and have yet to have any real problems with them. Tonight we have the student recital and then I am helping to teach swing dancing. We'll see how it goes, it's been I while since I did any swing dancing, and the guy I'm teaching with does West Coast while I prefer (and can actually do) East Coast. Wish me luck.
Observations:
~ My girls are increasingly tired, this morning only two rooms had lights on when we came by to wake them up.
~ Cafeteria food. Need I say more? Cardboard could taste better. I didn't even hit up the hot food line this morning, I just got cereal and ate that.
~ Summer lurve, blossoming all around... I don't actually mind as much as some of the other councilors, so perhaps I need to work on my paranoia? Last night we got another announcement by our head councilor reminding the kids that their true love is not here. Personally, I love when he does that because two of the councilors are married and they love to make some dramatic response.
~ Practice rooms are a nightmare. I'm actually considering canceling my lesson with Dr. C simply because I don't know what I will play for her next week. Most people in the HFAC are fine, but the councilors struggle because we can't come at night to practice. Yesterday I got in a whopping hour. My best thus far has been two and a half. Pathetic.
~ I have a friend who likes to remind people that the sound of a man playing a guitar in any part of campus is the mating call of BYU. Well, at Summerfest there is the mating call of the camper... the ukulele played by a charming sixteen year old boy who loves to serenade the girls at dinner. What a stud.
~ Finally, Dr. C commented to me that she heard a most interesting name for the little campers at summer festival. Summer Festers. *chortle*
Also I found out I am to be a lemming with no opinion. Councilors aren't entitled to opinions until after the program is over. Fair enough. From here on out it's blind deaf and dumb obedience. Gag.
Yesterday night was my favorite thus far, we watched a silent movie "The Freshman" accompanied by the ever amazing Brother Ohman. After the silent movie we took councilor pictures and attempted to build a councilor pyramid... yeah... nerve wracking. Post picture taking my girls grabbed me and announced they wanted to go to the creamery and get ice cream. Good plan but upon our arrival we found a massive line and from working there I knew that there was no way we would be through in time so we bought to cartons and plastic spoons. Way more fun and way cheaper. Score on both accounts. We headed to to dorms and ate ice cream while listening to music in the basement. I absolutely love those girls.
That said, there are a few who are starting to get to me. Ironically one of them plays my instrument and wants to come here. Luckily I will be graduating before she arrives. They're cute girls but they are always the last ones to show and they have a knack for arriving right as we are about to have to call them in to headquarters to announce that they are missing. Yeah... that gets really really old fast. My little flute players roommate is my second love... she keeps bringing boys home... and Gina or I get to chill in the lobby and chaperon.
However, the good does out weigh the bad. I have really good girls all round and have yet to have any real problems with them. Tonight we have the student recital and then I am helping to teach swing dancing. We'll see how it goes, it's been I while since I did any swing dancing, and the guy I'm teaching with does West Coast while I prefer (and can actually do) East Coast. Wish me luck.
Observations:
~ My girls are increasingly tired, this morning only two rooms had lights on when we came by to wake them up.
~ Cafeteria food. Need I say more? Cardboard could taste better. I didn't even hit up the hot food line this morning, I just got cereal and ate that.
~ Summer lurve, blossoming all around... I don't actually mind as much as some of the other councilors, so perhaps I need to work on my paranoia? Last night we got another announcement by our head councilor reminding the kids that their true love is not here. Personally, I love when he does that because two of the councilors are married and they love to make some dramatic response.
~ Practice rooms are a nightmare. I'm actually considering canceling my lesson with Dr. C simply because I don't know what I will play for her next week. Most people in the HFAC are fine, but the councilors struggle because we can't come at night to practice. Yesterday I got in a whopping hour. My best thus far has been two and a half. Pathetic.
~ I have a friend who likes to remind people that the sound of a man playing a guitar in any part of campus is the mating call of BYU. Well, at Summerfest there is the mating call of the camper... the ukulele played by a charming sixteen year old boy who loves to serenade the girls at dinner. What a stud.
~ Finally, Dr. C commented to me that she heard a most interesting name for the little campers at summer festival. Summer Festers. *chortle*
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Mutiny upon the Dance Floor
Half Way... Crazy... welllll here are the higlights from yesterday:
~ Dinner, actually food in general at the cafeteria, was sketch yet again. I should quit going through the line and just hit up the salad bar. Last night was a unique attempt at Mexican... at least I think it was Mexican, hard to tell.
~ Faculty Recital~ HALL DUTY, joy. Actually I wasn't too broken up because Dr. C didn't play, had she been playing I would have sneaked in. Instead I spent the recital hustling delinquents back in. Most were girls and usually they were absurdly late because they were fixing their hair/make up/wardrobe malfunction. There was a dance after and everyone knows you will meet your true love at a week long summer camp so ya' gotta look hott or who knows, you may die an old maid. *gasp*
~ The dance was a half flop. Meaning the first half sucked and the second half was much better. Why? Because the first half was line dancing from HELL. And I don't use that lightly. Since coming to BYU I have discovered that western Mormondom has a fascination with line dancing. It is the ultimate Mormon dance, absolutely no physical contact and usually absurdly cheesy. Our director took this to the next level and invited three college kids to come teach line dancing. It was cute for ten minutes, amusing for twenty but when we hit the hour mark the kids were going ballistic, and not in a good way. Long story short, councilors got chewed out, kids got threatened, instructors continued cluelessly, the Hannah Montana line dance was learned *barf*, and finally leadership caved. Forty minutes before the dance ended. And this was a two and a half hour dance. You figure out how long honky-tonk heaven was in full swing.
~ The second half was way better, and I learned that often kids change when placed on a dance floor. Some of my girls who were quiet and reserved were tearing the place up and two of my louder girls were wall flowers. Odd.
~ Dances as a councilor are actually kinda fun... because no matter how stupid you actually look the kids think you look cool because you are a grown up college student. Awesome.
~ Post dance a few of my girls got escorted home by some dapper young men, we'll see where this progresses... I'm intrigued since they stuck around until Gina finally told them to beat it.
~ Practice rooms are a nightmare. The kids complain and I feel great sympathy for them, but that's sort of how it always is... so I guess they'll have to deal.
~ Nothing of any more interest really to report... tonight is the silent movie but sadly yours truly got stuck on hall duty again... not bitter... not bitter... not bitter... angst.
So, farewell till tomorrow...
~ Dinner, actually food in general at the cafeteria, was sketch yet again. I should quit going through the line and just hit up the salad bar. Last night was a unique attempt at Mexican... at least I think it was Mexican, hard to tell.
~ Faculty Recital~ HALL DUTY, joy. Actually I wasn't too broken up because Dr. C didn't play, had she been playing I would have sneaked in. Instead I spent the recital hustling delinquents back in. Most were girls and usually they were absurdly late because they were fixing their hair/make up/wardrobe malfunction. There was a dance after and everyone knows you will meet your true love at a week long summer camp so ya' gotta look hott or who knows, you may die an old maid. *gasp*
~ The dance was a half flop. Meaning the first half sucked and the second half was much better. Why? Because the first half was line dancing from HELL. And I don't use that lightly. Since coming to BYU I have discovered that western Mormondom has a fascination with line dancing. It is the ultimate Mormon dance, absolutely no physical contact and usually absurdly cheesy. Our director took this to the next level and invited three college kids to come teach line dancing. It was cute for ten minutes, amusing for twenty but when we hit the hour mark the kids were going ballistic, and not in a good way. Long story short, councilors got chewed out, kids got threatened, instructors continued cluelessly, the Hannah Montana line dance was learned *barf*, and finally leadership caved. Forty minutes before the dance ended. And this was a two and a half hour dance. You figure out how long honky-tonk heaven was in full swing.
~ The second half was way better, and I learned that often kids change when placed on a dance floor. Some of my girls who were quiet and reserved were tearing the place up and two of my louder girls were wall flowers. Odd.
~ Dances as a councilor are actually kinda fun... because no matter how stupid you actually look the kids think you look cool because you are a grown up college student. Awesome.
~ Post dance a few of my girls got escorted home by some dapper young men, we'll see where this progresses... I'm intrigued since they stuck around until Gina finally told them to beat it.
~ Practice rooms are a nightmare. The kids complain and I feel great sympathy for them, but that's sort of how it always is... so I guess they'll have to deal.
~ Nothing of any more interest really to report... tonight is the silent movie but sadly yours truly got stuck on hall duty again... not bitter... not bitter... not bitter... angst.
So, farewell till tomorrow...
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
College boys and sixteen year old girls...
Okay, we're two days in and here is what I have noticed:
~ I felt (and probably looked) like a jerk as I hogged a practice room yesterday morning. I needed to practice and I had a lesson coming, buuuuuut that didn't make me feel better. Alas.
~ My once quiet girls are now plenty chatty, that 11:00pm lights out... yeah, they were up.
~ However, we still got them out of bed, they just looked a little less perky
~ I remember being a camper thinking it was cool to take pictures of councilors, so I guess it was karma coming for me, but it really sucked when they wanted to take my picture this morning and I looked like death.
~ Summer romance, my girls apparently feel the need to go to the big leagues. Last night at dinner, they were checking out the college boys. Actually, I found it quite funny but I don't think I should encourage them. Jayne made a point of watching them and then choosing the garbage can closest to them to throw away her food. Tragically, it wasn't all she ever hoped for. Two of them were bald. Welcome to college.
~ My exhaustion reached a peak this morning at about seven when we all tried to go to breakfast. I ate sent the girls to class and promptly crashed for a good three and a half hours.
~ Councilors stick with like councilors. I find it funny actually. The Young Ambasadors stick together, the pianists form a clump, the singers form another group, and the real musicians (instrumentalists, which actually does include piano, but they seem to be elitists) also clump. I always remember thinking all the councilors were best friends, but aparently I was an idealist when I came.
~ Over half of my girls said their high point was eating lunch/dinner/ having class with/ general flirting with any given boy. I think it's cute, but apparently I was clueless when I was here, cause my high point was always masterclass or a music history class or somehting else generally nerdy.
More tomorrow.
~ I felt (and probably looked) like a jerk as I hogged a practice room yesterday morning. I needed to practice and I had a lesson coming, buuuuuut that didn't make me feel better. Alas.
~ My once quiet girls are now plenty chatty, that 11:00pm lights out... yeah, they were up.
~ However, we still got them out of bed, they just looked a little less perky
~ I remember being a camper thinking it was cool to take pictures of councilors, so I guess it was karma coming for me, but it really sucked when they wanted to take my picture this morning and I looked like death.
~ Summer romance, my girls apparently feel the need to go to the big leagues. Last night at dinner, they were checking out the college boys. Actually, I found it quite funny but I don't think I should encourage them. Jayne made a point of watching them and then choosing the garbage can closest to them to throw away her food. Tragically, it wasn't all she ever hoped for. Two of them were bald. Welcome to college.
~ My exhaustion reached a peak this morning at about seven when we all tried to go to breakfast. I ate sent the girls to class and promptly crashed for a good three and a half hours.
~ Councilors stick with like councilors. I find it funny actually. The Young Ambasadors stick together, the pianists form a clump, the singers form another group, and the real musicians (instrumentalists, which actually does include piano, but they seem to be elitists) also clump. I always remember thinking all the councilors were best friends, but aparently I was an idealist when I came.
~ Over half of my girls said their high point was eating lunch/dinner/ having class with/ general flirting with any given boy. I think it's cute, but apparently I was clueless when I was here, cause my high point was always masterclass or a music history class or somehting else generally nerdy.
More tomorrow.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Councilor = No Sleep
Here are some random thoughts from my first few hours of being a councilor for Summer Festival. I'd write more but I have a flute lesson soon and I need to go fight young teenagers for a practice room.
~ I have awesome girls. I've almost got their names learned and I think they will be lots of fun.
~ My girls are awesome because they are not teenage boys. Seems logical enough, but last night at ten I was in the boys dorms for a councilor meeting and they boys were bouncing off of the walls, hanging from the rafters, and bellowing with reckless abandon. It was loud, crazy, and teenage-boy-ish. I returned to my hall and my girls were mostly subdued and those who weren't were just giggling. I can handle that.
~ In the two years since high school I've (apparently) effectively managed to blot out all memory of awkward high school dating. As my girls started talking about their dating lives I was blown away. I think I will stick with college dating, way way way less complicated. (Especially if you have my dating life.)
~ I feel old. Not like I can't keep up or anything like that, just separated, particularly from my younger ones. It's weird. And they all look so little. I was NEVER that little.
~ Going on with the little idea, the boys look so young. I don't remember thinking the boys my age looked young when I was in highschool, but looking back they all look so little. I think something with missions and how all the guys I hang out with are 23 or older makes a difference.
~ My fellow councilor/roomie for the week is awesome. I actually had never talked to her before yesterday but we get along great and stayed up way too late last night moaning about grad schools/ funds for grad school/ music. She just finished her undergrad and is trying to decide what to do with her life, and I am having minor heart attacks as I look at what grad school will cost. BYU is just so cheap!
~ Things to watch for this week:
1. My girls all woke up really well this morning, will it last all week?
2. My girls all went to bed really well last night, again, will it last?
3. Budding summer romance, it will happen, but whom?
4. I'm already planning to go home to my apartment to take a desperately needed nap, will this be a reoccurring phenomenon?
~ I have awesome girls. I've almost got their names learned and I think they will be lots of fun.
~ My girls are awesome because they are not teenage boys. Seems logical enough, but last night at ten I was in the boys dorms for a councilor meeting and they boys were bouncing off of the walls, hanging from the rafters, and bellowing with reckless abandon. It was loud, crazy, and teenage-boy-ish. I returned to my hall and my girls were mostly subdued and those who weren't were just giggling. I can handle that.
~ In the two years since high school I've (apparently) effectively managed to blot out all memory of awkward high school dating. As my girls started talking about their dating lives I was blown away. I think I will stick with college dating, way way way less complicated. (Especially if you have my dating life.)
~ I feel old. Not like I can't keep up or anything like that, just separated, particularly from my younger ones. It's weird. And they all look so little. I was NEVER that little.
~ Going on with the little idea, the boys look so young. I don't remember thinking the boys my age looked young when I was in highschool, but looking back they all look so little. I think something with missions and how all the guys I hang out with are 23 or older makes a difference.
~ My fellow councilor/roomie for the week is awesome. I actually had never talked to her before yesterday but we get along great and stayed up way too late last night moaning about grad schools/ funds for grad school/ music. She just finished her undergrad and is trying to decide what to do with her life, and I am having minor heart attacks as I look at what grad school will cost. BYU is just so cheap!
~ Things to watch for this week:
1. My girls all woke up really well this morning, will it last all week?
2. My girls all went to bed really well last night, again, will it last?
3. Budding summer romance, it will happen, but whom?
4. I'm already planning to go home to my apartment to take a desperately needed nap, will this be a reoccurring phenomenon?
Saturday, May 30, 2009
28 Days and Counting
That's how long I have until I leave for Paris. Not that I'm excited or anything. Actually, after a few weeks of being a bum, I'm realizing that I have things that I have to start getting ready, and these next few weeks are going to be busier than I had previously expected. Not a bad thing, but I'm actually going to have to get out of bed in the morning and get things done (says the girl who got up at noon... oops...)
In the next 28 days I have piano music to learn (chord progressions and modulations, ugh) flute music to master, travel plans to finish (I'm trying to figure out what I actually want to see in France so that I can make good use of my time) and in my spare time I'm going to a music camp, playing in an opera, and being a councilor for BYU's Summerfest, oh and flute lessons to teach. Should be fun.
Now looking back, here are pictures from the last few weeks showing just how AWESOME this apartment is. All pictures swiped from Megan, THANKS!
This one is the ever lovely Tae on the Y, we hiked up one friday night and this was the best of the surviving photos.
We also love to cram onto the love sack, all of us at once. *grin*
And when in doubt, we eat.
In the next 28 days I have piano music to learn (chord progressions and modulations, ugh) flute music to master, travel plans to finish (I'm trying to figure out what I actually want to see in France so that I can make good use of my time) and in my spare time I'm going to a music camp, playing in an opera, and being a councilor for BYU's Summerfest, oh and flute lessons to teach. Should be fun.
Now looking back, here are pictures from the last few weeks showing just how AWESOME this apartment is. All pictures swiped from Megan, THANKS!
This one is the ever lovely Tae on the Y, we hiked up one friday night and this was the best of the surviving photos.
We also love to cram onto the love sack, all of us at once. *grin*
And when in doubt, we eat.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Happiness
Today I am happy. I just took my second-to-last final and didn't do so shabby. Hopefully by this time tomorrow I will be completely done. WOO HOOO!!!
I'm moving apartments starting tomorrow... and my goal is to clean out all my useless junk. I came to college with a fairly minimal amount, but in the last two years something has happened, and now I think I am that roommate with too much crap. It just keeps multiplying, like bunnies. Actually, the real culprit is my love for printed literature, books, music, you name it, I buy it. Particularly the music. I LOVE buying new music, sort of the same way that most girls love shopping for clothing. Twisted, I know.
Another reason for my absurd amount of happiness right now is the Indian dinner I have planned. I'm trying a new recipe that I got from the guy who owns the little Indian store that I shop at. I'm sort of a anomaly there. Tall, white girl, who actually knows what to do with the abundance of spices and goodness in a little Indian store. Yep. I stick out like a sore thumb. But, the owner takes pity on me, and he gives me cool ideas. The trick is to take enough paper to write down what he has to tell me, which has been problematic. Before giving me the curry recipe he gave me a spinach recipe that I can not remember for the life of me. I guess I'll have to go ask again. And, I bought poppadoms (not sure I spelled it right... sorry). Basically, tomorrow night the roomies and I will be in a Indian goodness induced coma. So excited.
Ooh, and I went on a beautiful run yesterday, in my lovely new shoes. Tia would disagree, but it really was a great run, and I think I may go do it again today. Running is such a funny habit of mine. Two years ago I couldn't run a quarter of a mile, and nothing could have convinced me to do so, now if I don't run a few times a week, I get incredibly cranky. Peculiar.
AND I HAVE OTTER POPS!!! I kinda, sorta, love them. A lot.
Well... I'm gonna go be productive... ish... after all, it is finals week, and sunny, and I am deliriously happy...
I'm moving apartments starting tomorrow... and my goal is to clean out all my useless junk. I came to college with a fairly minimal amount, but in the last two years something has happened, and now I think I am that roommate with too much crap. It just keeps multiplying, like bunnies. Actually, the real culprit is my love for printed literature, books, music, you name it, I buy it. Particularly the music. I LOVE buying new music, sort of the same way that most girls love shopping for clothing. Twisted, I know.
Another reason for my absurd amount of happiness right now is the Indian dinner I have planned. I'm trying a new recipe that I got from the guy who owns the little Indian store that I shop at. I'm sort of a anomaly there. Tall, white girl, who actually knows what to do with the abundance of spices and goodness in a little Indian store. Yep. I stick out like a sore thumb. But, the owner takes pity on me, and he gives me cool ideas. The trick is to take enough paper to write down what he has to tell me, which has been problematic. Before giving me the curry recipe he gave me a spinach recipe that I can not remember for the life of me. I guess I'll have to go ask again. And, I bought poppadoms (not sure I spelled it right... sorry). Basically, tomorrow night the roomies and I will be in a Indian goodness induced coma. So excited.
Ooh, and I went on a beautiful run yesterday, in my lovely new shoes. Tia would disagree, but it really was a great run, and I think I may go do it again today. Running is such a funny habit of mine. Two years ago I couldn't run a quarter of a mile, and nothing could have convinced me to do so, now if I don't run a few times a week, I get incredibly cranky. Peculiar.
AND I HAVE OTTER POPS!!! I kinda, sorta, love them. A lot.
Well... I'm gonna go be productive... ish... after all, it is finals week, and sunny, and I am deliriously happy...
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Hey You!!!
No, not you. You. Yes, you, over there. The one behind the ginormous stack of text books. Yes, YOU. Just push aside one of those stacks and look at me. No, over, over. Yes, right here.
What? I'm studying too. Okay. I'm "studying." Actually, I'm semi bored out of my mind. That's why I have this coloring book, okay? Well, you should care, because people like you are the reason I'm so bored. Not you in particular, just all of you. Yes, I know it's finals week.
*sigh*
SUCKAS!!!
Last week you all were laughing at me, 'cause I had juries and finals before the reading days. But look who gets the last laugh now. ME!
While all you people spent your day cramming, praying, and on the verge of mental collapse, I did some sporadic studying, checked out four amazing books, ran four and a half miles, cleaned my apartment, partied with Denise and now I'm about to watch Spiderman and eat ice cream. Who's jealous now?
Basically, I have the most awesome major ever.
The end.
What? I'm studying too. Okay. I'm "studying." Actually, I'm semi bored out of my mind. That's why I have this coloring book, okay? Well, you should care, because people like you are the reason I'm so bored. Not you in particular, just all of you. Yes, I know it's finals week.
*sigh*
SUCKAS!!!
Last week you all were laughing at me, 'cause I had juries and finals before the reading days. But look who gets the last laugh now. ME!
While all you people spent your day cramming, praying, and on the verge of mental collapse, I did some sporadic studying, checked out four amazing books, ran four and a half miles, cleaned my apartment, partied with Denise and now I'm about to watch Spiderman and eat ice cream. Who's jealous now?
Basically, I have the most awesome major ever.
The end.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Actually, I'm not "doing nothing"
Today I did something I haven't done in far too long. I found a book, sat down, and began to read. It was glorious, fabulous, and terrific all lumped into one freaking awesome moment of reading bliss. Then you came along; you know who you are. You had the audacity to assume that because I was sitting by myself, holding three hundred pages of typed goodness, I was horrendously lonely/miserable/bored-out-of-my-mind. I wasn't. I really didn't want to engage in conversation. I was in my own world, and I can promise you that nothing you had to say was as fascinating as what was going on in my book. You cannot compare to the intrigues of the Elizabethan court. The sooner you accept this, the better.
I do not read because I'm bored, or simply lacking something better to. Reading is that better thing. You can keep The Office, House, and American Idol, I'll stick to my books. They've been my constant friends since I was six and I see no reason to abandon them now. So, as grateful as I am that you took a moment out of your day to be friendly/witty/uber annoying, please, next time, LET ME READ!
I do not read because I'm bored, or simply lacking something better to. Reading is that better thing. You can keep The Office, House, and American Idol, I'll stick to my books. They've been my constant friends since I was six and I see no reason to abandon them now. So, as grateful as I am that you took a moment out of your day to be friendly/witty/uber annoying, please, next time, LET ME READ!
Thursday, March 5, 2009
How to Write a (not so) Killer Paper, College Style
Warning: This is not for the faint of heart. Not all can live up to the high standards here espoused. Read at your own risk.
1. Pick a paper you have known about all semester.
2. Pick a topic that has almost zero sources in English, preferably one where the only sources are in a language you have no hope of learning or finding a willing translator. Dead languages anyone?
I. Refuse to change your paper topic even after you realize that there is nothing in English for you to read.
3. Do not start anything on said paper until you have less than 24 hours until the due date. This ensures the proper flow of all creative (BS) juices.
4. Facebook: 'nuff said.
5. Bring a cross word or Sudoku puzzle in case you get stuck.
6. Use lots of "technical mumbo jumbo." Phrases such as: "Technically speaking," "in actual fact," and "quite frankly" will, quite frankly, leave your professor utterly and completely thrilled with you.
7. Search for big long words you couldn't define to save your life.
I. Making sure you know how to actually use them is just a fluffy extra... your professor will be inundated to see you proliferate
II. Spellings on such words are also a matter of prerogitive
8. Facebook: Change status multiple times, bewail your existence and curse life in general.
9. Add an extra space at the beginning of each sentence if the paper is on length, if it is word count add lots of "ands" "wells" and any other little words you can cram in. This also will so thrill your professor like to no end.
10. Make sure to schedule lots of other activities around said due date, like say, two competitions. This extra stress level will do wonders for your creativity.
11. Blog.
12. Facebook: Attempt to re-contact those who you haven't spoken to in over five years... not only will it provide awkward moments, but you have just squandered twenty more minutes. If you're a pansy feel free to just stalk these people. That's what facebook is for.
13. Elaborate, Elaborate, Elaborate. Any good sentence with a little help can miraculously become three.
14. If you are really skilled you'll schedule a massive exam for the next day.
15. Pick a topic that your professor is passionate about. Your heartfelt twenty-four hour analysis will really mean a lot to him or her.
16. NEVER SAVE. This encourages you to type faster. It is the Russian Roulette of paper writing.
17. Make sure that the bibliography requires an obscure citation form that you have never heard of and cannot possible accurately complete in a life time, let alone 24 hours.
18. Facebook once again, new profile picture maybe?
19. Make sure your printer is out of ink. This means you will get to rush to the library with the rest of the student body right before class and attempt to print your paper. This technique is highly recommended when the paper is due right when the bell rings.
I. This technique is even more effective when it is the middle of winter and you will have to negotiate through Siberian ice fields to get to the library and then to your class.
II. Especially if the library and class are on opposite ends of campus.
III. Or you just get stuck behind those really slow walking freshman...
20. Turn in your beautiful finalized paper. Feel free to pat yourself on the back. You survived the twenty-four hour paper dash. Now, go shower, eat, and sleep.
(You really don't think you get to shower eat and sleep... odds are good that because you spent an entire day devoted to your paper that you are now sufficiently behind in your other classes to force another cram session. So start back at one... you get to do this again... MU-A-HAHAHAHA)
1. Pick a paper you have known about all semester.
2. Pick a topic that has almost zero sources in English, preferably one where the only sources are in a language you have no hope of learning or finding a willing translator. Dead languages anyone?
I. Refuse to change your paper topic even after you realize that there is nothing in English for you to read.
3. Do not start anything on said paper until you have less than 24 hours until the due date. This ensures the proper flow of all creative (BS) juices.
4. Facebook: 'nuff said.
5. Bring a cross word or Sudoku puzzle in case you get stuck.
6. Use lots of "technical mumbo jumbo." Phrases such as: "Technically speaking," "in actual fact," and "quite frankly" will, quite frankly, leave your professor utterly and completely thrilled with you.
7. Search for big long words you couldn't define to save your life.
I. Making sure you know how to actually use them is just a fluffy extra... your professor will be inundated to see you proliferate
II. Spellings on such words are also a matter of prerogitive
8. Facebook: Change status multiple times, bewail your existence and curse life in general.
9. Add an extra space at the beginning of each sentence if the paper is on length, if it is word count add lots of "ands" "wells" and any other little words you can cram in. This also will so thrill your professor like to no end.
10. Make sure to schedule lots of other activities around said due date, like say, two competitions. This extra stress level will do wonders for your creativity.
11. Blog.
12. Facebook: Attempt to re-contact those who you haven't spoken to in over five years... not only will it provide awkward moments, but you have just squandered twenty more minutes. If you're a pansy feel free to just stalk these people. That's what facebook is for.
13. Elaborate, Elaborate, Elaborate. Any good sentence with a little help can miraculously become three.
14. If you are really skilled you'll schedule a massive exam for the next day.
15. Pick a topic that your professor is passionate about. Your heartfelt twenty-four hour analysis will really mean a lot to him or her.
16. NEVER SAVE. This encourages you to type faster. It is the Russian Roulette of paper writing.
17. Make sure that the bibliography requires an obscure citation form that you have never heard of and cannot possible accurately complete in a life time, let alone 24 hours.
18. Facebook once again, new profile picture maybe?
19. Make sure your printer is out of ink. This means you will get to rush to the library with the rest of the student body right before class and attempt to print your paper. This technique is highly recommended when the paper is due right when the bell rings.
I. This technique is even more effective when it is the middle of winter and you will have to negotiate through Siberian ice fields to get to the library and then to your class.
II. Especially if the library and class are on opposite ends of campus.
III. Or you just get stuck behind those really slow walking freshman...
20. Turn in your beautiful finalized paper. Feel free to pat yourself on the back. You survived the twenty-four hour paper dash. Now, go shower, eat, and sleep.
(You really don't think you get to shower eat and sleep... odds are good that because you spent an entire day devoted to your paper that you are now sufficiently behind in your other classes to force another cram session. So start back at one... you get to do this again... MU-A-HAHAHAHA)
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Dear Mom,
Yesterday I had an interesting experience. I was at my flute teachers and we got talking about height. She made the comment that when she was younger she always wished that she was shorter. This struck me because I was hard pressed to find a time in my life where I really wished that I was shorter. I began to wonder what the difference is. I've heard lots of girls who are tall talk about how they wish they had stopped growing sooner, but I've never really been one of them. Being tall is my thing. I love it. Then I realized that the difference is in how you brought me up.
Thank you for teaching me that it's okay to be taller than all the other kids. Thanks for telling me over and over in seventh grade that I need to stand up tall and be proud of my height. You showed me how to be tall with out looking weird. People tell me over and over that they never realize how tall I actually am until they come right up next to me. They always comment that really tall girls often look "lurpy" but I don't, so that's why I seem more "normal." Thanks for teaching me how to feel comfortable with who I am.
Love you lots!
Nicole
Thank you for teaching me that it's okay to be taller than all the other kids. Thanks for telling me over and over in seventh grade that I need to stand up tall and be proud of my height. You showed me how to be tall with out looking weird. People tell me over and over that they never realize how tall I actually am until they come right up next to me. They always comment that really tall girls often look "lurpy" but I don't, so that's why I seem more "normal." Thanks for teaching me how to feel comfortable with who I am.
Love you lots!
Nicole
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Dear Old Man Winter,
I have noticed that you have taken your leave earlier than usual. The ground is not covered in it's usual mountain of snow, and I no longer look like an Eskimo as I walk to class. Today I actually wore a "summer" dress to church. I haven't had to wear my boots for over two weeks!
What is up? Are you messing with me? I'm pretty sure I can't deal with the idea that you just might pop back into my life. Your presence is welcome and highly anticipated around mid November, but you can't mess with me after Christmas. That's cruel. I'd say unusual, but I know your type. It's not fair that you seem to disapear, only to reappear when I start getting my summer clothes out. So, I have one very small simple request. Don't let it warm up here until you are really ready to head out. Last year's snow storm in April was really really rude. I'm not sure I've forgiven you for that yet. Especially after it was warm for so long. I was inbetween moving apartments... I didn't even have access to a coat! I froze because of you!
So, don't leave until you are really finished. I can't deal with the thought that this warm weather may just be a farce to drive me insain. Get it, got it, GOOD!
What is up? Are you messing with me? I'm pretty sure I can't deal with the idea that you just might pop back into my life. Your presence is welcome and highly anticipated around mid November, but you can't mess with me after Christmas. That's cruel. I'd say unusual, but I know your type. It's not fair that you seem to disapear, only to reappear when I start getting my summer clothes out. So, I have one very small simple request. Don't let it warm up here until you are really ready to head out. Last year's snow storm in April was really really rude. I'm not sure I've forgiven you for that yet. Especially after it was warm for so long. I was inbetween moving apartments... I didn't even have access to a coat! I froze because of you!
So, don't leave until you are really finished. I can't deal with the thought that this warm weather may just be a farce to drive me insain. Get it, got it, GOOD!
Monday, February 9, 2009
Things I Want...
1. To be done with my religion test... ugh.
2. The snow to be gone. All of it.
3. A pet fish. As soon as I have a job, I want to go buy one. I think it might be contraband according to my housing contract, but at the moment I don't really care. I want to name him Fido, because Fido is a incredibly cool name... for a fish. Perhaps I'll get more than one... so I can bequeath somewhat unusual names upon them. I figure I ought to get it out of my system now... bequeathing crazy names on humans is somewhat looked down upon. Giving absurd names to fish... well, that's a whole new story.
4. Ice Cream. Moosetracks Ice cream. A whole bucket... all to myself...
5. To actually get through Firebird in one shot... at more than half tempo.
6. A fairy to make me dinner for the week.
7. I am determined to find something incredibly cool to do for Valentines day, since I can promise you I won't have a date. Last year the roomies and I had a water fight. It was EPIC. This Valentines must be even more amazing. I'm not sure how to top the water fight, but I'm going to. Wish me luck. I have a sneaking suspicion there will be shaving cream involved... or flour... or something equally messy. *grin*
2. The snow to be gone. All of it.
3. A pet fish. As soon as I have a job, I want to go buy one. I think it might be contraband according to my housing contract, but at the moment I don't really care. I want to name him Fido, because Fido is a incredibly cool name... for a fish. Perhaps I'll get more than one... so I can bequeath somewhat unusual names upon them. I figure I ought to get it out of my system now... bequeathing crazy names on humans is somewhat looked down upon. Giving absurd names to fish... well, that's a whole new story.
4. Ice Cream. Moosetracks Ice cream. A whole bucket... all to myself...
5. To actually get through Firebird in one shot... at more than half tempo.
6. A fairy to make me dinner for the week.
7. I am determined to find something incredibly cool to do for Valentines day, since I can promise you I won't have a date. Last year the roomies and I had a water fight. It was EPIC. This Valentines must be even more amazing. I'm not sure how to top the water fight, but I'm going to. Wish me luck. I have a sneaking suspicion there will be shaving cream involved... or flour... or something equally messy. *grin*
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
We rehearse... when we're not laughing...
My trio rehearsals, as alluded to in a previous post, are probably my favorite part of the day. We practice, so long as we aren't dying from laughter. In between the actual rehearsal Meleece managed to quote the better portion of the last Office episode (I may actually watch that one), impersonate the new Brian Regan skit, and confuse Jenni and I significantly:
Meleece: This piece makes me think of the time when women wore the big hats with bows.
Jenni/Nicole: What?
Meleece: You know, like in that cartoon. The one where the fedora loved the blue ribbon one, but some man came along and bought the blue ribbon...
Jenni: A prostitute?!?!
Meleece: NO A HAT!!!
(Apparently there was once a cartoon Meleece saw about two hats that fell in love... I'm still a little lost, but it sounds more uplifting than we originally thought... you know those sketchy cartoon kid shows from the late 80's?)
Anyhow, we decided that if we ever perform this piece we're going to wear hats. I call the "hooker one" with the blue ribbon.
Meleece: This piece makes me think of the time when women wore the big hats with bows.
Jenni/Nicole: What?
Meleece: You know, like in that cartoon. The one where the fedora loved the blue ribbon one, but some man came along and bought the blue ribbon...
Jenni: A prostitute?!?!
Meleece: NO A HAT!!!
(Apparently there was once a cartoon Meleece saw about two hats that fell in love... I'm still a little lost, but it sounds more uplifting than we originally thought... you know those sketchy cartoon kid shows from the late 80's?)
Anyhow, we decided that if we ever perform this piece we're going to wear hats. I call the "hooker one" with the blue ribbon.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Happy Saturday
It's Saturday morning, I woke up at 10:30 and ate a delicious bowl of Alfredo. Life is good. Actually this whole week was a good one. Here are the best part of my week.
1. I made a midnight run to I-hop with some friends last night and we ate crepes. YUM!
2. Trio was and is a blast. The other two girls in my trio are so funny! The best moment was on Thursday as we were sight-reading; Meleece suddenly made the most peculiar noise over and over... why? Because she wanted to make the grand piano next to us resonate. Once we finished laughing she was finally able to explain that one.
3. MY PRACTICE ROOM LIGHT GOT FIXED!!! YAHOOOOOOOO!!! It means that as of Tuesday I no longer have to lurk around trying to steal a practice room.
4. The power went out in the HFAC! It was probably the most epic moment of my week (minus a few of the amazing quotes by Tae and Tia). I was down in the practice rooms and suddenly everything went pitch black (remember the practice rooms are underground with ZERO natural light). It was sort of fun. All the instrumentalists came out into the hallway and we just sat and waited for power again (since none of us could leave our instruments, and we couldn't really pack up either). The piano majors kept playing... show offs.
5. I found out that even the music profession is going politically correct: Collaborative Pianist = Accompanist. (Technically a useful move, but it made me laugh.)
6. I survived both of my tests this week. And my composition presentation. And life in general.
7. I FINISHED MY PARIS RECORDING!!! Now I just have to sit and wait... and wait... and wait... until March to find out if I've been accepted. The hard part for me is over.
8. I am listening to Qawwali music (pronounced Ka-bali). It's pretty well my new favorite, and makes me wish I was from Western India.
9. My family gets home in just over a week! I can call them again!
10. Denise, who is one of my favorite people ever, and I have a laundry date. Sounds boring but it's not. We head to a laundromat, and while the machines clean our clothes we party. Last time we watched Cars. Here's a picture of the two of us at her bachelorette party, thus showing how cool we really are. *grin*
1. I made a midnight run to I-hop with some friends last night and we ate crepes. YUM!
2. Trio was and is a blast. The other two girls in my trio are so funny! The best moment was on Thursday as we were sight-reading; Meleece suddenly made the most peculiar noise over and over... why? Because she wanted to make the grand piano next to us resonate. Once we finished laughing she was finally able to explain that one.
3. MY PRACTICE ROOM LIGHT GOT FIXED!!! YAHOOOOOOOO!!! It means that as of Tuesday I no longer have to lurk around trying to steal a practice room.
4. The power went out in the HFAC! It was probably the most epic moment of my week (minus a few of the amazing quotes by Tae and Tia). I was down in the practice rooms and suddenly everything went pitch black (remember the practice rooms are underground with ZERO natural light). It was sort of fun. All the instrumentalists came out into the hallway and we just sat and waited for power again (since none of us could leave our instruments, and we couldn't really pack up either). The piano majors kept playing... show offs.
5. I found out that even the music profession is going politically correct: Collaborative Pianist = Accompanist. (Technically a useful move, but it made me laugh.)
6. I survived both of my tests this week. And my composition presentation. And life in general.
7. I FINISHED MY PARIS RECORDING!!! Now I just have to sit and wait... and wait... and wait... until March to find out if I've been accepted. The hard part for me is over.
8. I am listening to Qawwali music (pronounced Ka-bali). It's pretty well my new favorite, and makes me wish I was from Western India.
9. My family gets home in just over a week! I can call them again!
10. Denise, who is one of my favorite people ever, and I have a laundry date. Sounds boring but it's not. We head to a laundromat, and while the machines clean our clothes we party. Last time we watched Cars. Here's a picture of the two of us at her bachelorette party, thus showing how cool we really are. *grin*
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