Have been amazing!!!!
My choir got to perform in ACDA. ACDA does NOT stand for any of the following:
Actually Charismatic Dead Animals
Antelopes Carelessly Drink Acid
Ama Can't Do Acrobatics
OR
And Cheeses Don't Act
It stands for American Choral Directors Association. They chose the top 4 choirs on the west coast to perform... We were one of them!! YAY! I'm still learning the music so I was freaking out. BUT my friends came to see me :o) AF, L, AS,and R! That meant SOOO much!!!
We sang the following songs....most of which you've probably never heard.
1) Let All Mortal Flesh Keep Silence
2) Dona Nobis Pacem (J.S. Bach) in B flat
3) Psalm 57 composed by MY director, John Tebay
4) Te Lucis Ante Terminum
5) Io Son La Primavera
6) My God is a Rock
We did pretty well on Tuesday but we screwed up the words to Io Son and My God is a Rock. So on Wednesday, we tied up the loose ends and ROCKED IT on Thursday for our performance in front of a whole buncha choral directors from all over. Being able to perform at ACDA is a HUGE honor because it only comes around once every 2 years. There's a reason this is my career...not the blogging....the singing...STAY WITH ME HERE, WILL YA?! There is this indescribable feeling you get when you've moved someone with your singing. I can't even explain it. *dreamy sigh* :o)
Wednesday was good too...It had its trials, of course, but the good parts outweighed the bad. I went to school and found out that I actually did pretty well on the Spanish test I thought I'd bombed. Then went to choir and sang and sang and sang and sang...then went home, worked out, mowed the lawn, showered, and met K at Starbucks at 5. He said it was so pretty outside and he had been inside all day...So we went to the park! We played on the playground....no, there were no children there....that would be weird. And we played and swung on the swing set and played on the teeter totter...then walked around and threw sticks into the water and beat each other up...let me just tell you... I haven't had that much fun in a VERY long time!
then we went to the mall and grabbed a bite to eat and walked around there a while. Upon which time, I was molested by a chair in Brookstone. It tried to hold me hostage! We played the "In my pants" game at Borders..I'll explain so it doesn't sound like some horribly inappropriate game...well....it's mildly inappropriate. M told me about this game. Basically, you take any book title...and add "In My Pants" to the end of it...and it's hours of endless laughter, I assure you.
Then we went into Pottery Barn. Ladies....don't ever take a guy in there....they just don't get it. OH! Williams Sonoma either...don't take them there. Lol ANYWAY...Pottery Barn had a really nice living room set up so K and I went and sat down. All of a sudden...K has an ADD moment and goes "OOOHHH!! A $2,000 chair!!! I wanna sit in the $2,000 chair!...." So he sits in it and looks all dramatically comfortable...then he says..."I need a pipe............and political aspirations." Oh my goodness! I haven't laughed that hard in a long time!!! It was hilarious....
I was trying to think of what note on which to end this blog....
High E above middle C
Friday, February 29, 2008
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
It's a new dawn it's a new day it's a new life....
... And I'm feelin' good!!
I woke up in the GREATEST MOOD today!! I.... have officially decided to double major...paper work and everything is filled out! I am a double major in Foreign Languages and, you guessed it!... MUSIC! I was talking to my sister/ life advisor and she was joking about which one of us three kids would have a real career first. I've changed my major 87 times but finally decided on those two...She hasn't gone to college yet because she has devoted the past 2 years to Christ and doing His work in Lubbock, TX, and Prato, Italy. My brother, is an amazing human being. I'm not kidding when I say he's a genius. He is SOOOO musically talented. Any instrument he decides to pick up, he can play! It's like magic!! Instruments including, but not limited to the Djembe (african drum) Sousaphone (big honkin' tuba used in marching bands) the trombone (no explaination needed for THIS one) and the list goes on! He is also a VERY talented web designer. He has also decided to devote his life to Christ and do His work. He'll be going to Guadalajara, Mexico for 18 months in May.
So you see, we're quite the eclectic family. Our parents have always been the greatest support. Whatever we wanted to do, they were there, cheering us on and paying through the nose for whatever random venture we decided to pursue. Like when I decided to take up the Bassoon....random, I know.
I am currently pursuing a music career and going to school...and both of my siblings are missionaries. AMAZING. So, I'm not sure which one of us will have a "Real" career first. But then again...what classifies a "real" career? I'm going to keep taking classes, and working, and working and working and working until I graduate college...even if it takes 10000 years! But my ultimate goal is to glorify God in everything I do.
On a random side note, my inspiration for this whole blog-thing comes from Sheila! here's the link to HER blog. Check it out... it's very funny!
Another side note.... Here's what a bassoon looks like, for those who went "whiskey tango foxtrot" when you read the word "bassoon"
Monday, February 25, 2008
Ode to a Choir Dress
That's right...I have THAT much to say about my choir dress so I'm devoting an entire blog to it!!
Is it some kind of requirement that ALL choir dresses be hideous and unflattering? I received my choir dress today and let me just tell you.. Whistler's Mother's got nothin' on me! This dress is quite possibly the ugliest piece of clothing I've ever owned. And that's sayin' a lot! It's black....and boxy....and Frilly at the top....it even has little shoulder pads!.... It's too tight in the chest (go figure) and it's complete with A satin cord that makes it an empire waistline... It cuts RIGHT UNDER MY BOOBS! After fighting with it and FINALLY getting it zipped I ease myself towards the mirror too survey the damage. Hmm... no TOO bad. But now I'm all locked into this dress and I'm not sure if or when the contents under pressure are going to explode.
I was talking to C and I told him that my dress was ugly and he said "Oh. it's not that bad"
My response? "Thats what Ray Charles said"
Easy for you to say, C...You get to wear a tux and listen to people tell you how handsome you are. Us women got the shaft!
But there is a bright side to this whole thing.. It's open in the shoulders in the back so when I turn around you can see my tattoo!
And now... The moment you've all been waiting for
It's black
I'ts unflattering
It's TOO SMALL
MY DRESS!!
Is it some kind of requirement that ALL choir dresses be hideous and unflattering? I received my choir dress today and let me just tell you.. Whistler's Mother's got nothin' on me! This dress is quite possibly the ugliest piece of clothing I've ever owned. And that's sayin' a lot! It's black....and boxy....and Frilly at the top....it even has little shoulder pads!.... It's too tight in the chest (go figure) and it's complete with A satin cord that makes it an empire waistline... It cuts RIGHT UNDER MY BOOBS! After fighting with it and FINALLY getting it zipped I ease myself towards the mirror too survey the damage. Hmm... no TOO bad. But now I'm all locked into this dress and I'm not sure if or when the contents under pressure are going to explode.
I was talking to C and I told him that my dress was ugly and he said "Oh. it's not that bad"
My response? "Thats what Ray Charles said"
Easy for you to say, C...You get to wear a tux and listen to people tell you how handsome you are. Us women got the shaft!
But there is a bright side to this whole thing.. It's open in the shoulders in the back so when I turn around you can see my tattoo!
And now... The moment you've all been waiting for
It's black
I'ts unflattering
It's TOO SMALL
MY DRESS!!
It's enough to make grown men weep, that's what it is! The thought of vomiting on it crossed my mind when i saw it...but that may only improve matters.
Though...As I discovered recently...music is pretty much my life and I'm pretty sure i couldn't live without it. I'll do almost anything to be able to perform and sing.... Even wear a hideous dress!!
Done being mean now
Ciao ciao!
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Unrequited Love
I've been thinking (shocker, I know) and I feel, there's something to be said for unrequited love. Nope, I'm not a masochist...or a glutton for punishment. I'm simply an optimistic, hopeless romantic looking for the silver lining in an otherwise stormy cloud.
No need to grab your handy dandy pocket sized giant print Webster's English dictionary from your purse... (what? not everyone has one of those?....Oh) Anywho, here's the definition of "Unrequited":
1.not returned or reciprocated: unrequited love.
PERFECT! Thanks, dictionary.com! :)
As I was saying....wait...what was I saying? Oh, right...unrequited love blah blah blah.
I read a quote on N's facebook about unrequited love. It's from the movie "The Holiday".
"It's called unrequited love. Of that I am an expert. Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other. But what about the rest of us? What about our stories, those of us who fall in love alone? We are the victims of the one sided affair. We are the cursed of the loved ones. We are the unloved ones, the walking wounded. The handicapped without the advantage of a great parking space!" -- Iris, The Holiday
So naturally, after I read this quote, I watched the movie. It's adorable. Totally sweet and mushy...But I digress.
Iris, the author of the aformentioned quote, pretty much hit the nail on the head. Falling in love alone...walking wounded...yadda yadda yadda. So true!
I think that unrequited love has the potential to be one of the most pure kinds of love there is. It's real, and it's scary and it's passionate. All of these characteristics add up to a seemingly dangerous combo...and it is. But anything worth having involves a risk. When you can't sleep because you know that you're going to see them the next day and all you can think about is how to greet them so you don't sound like an idiot...it may be love. If it involves all of that and you TELL the apple of your eye...the object of your affection....the wind beneath your wings (and all those other nauseating cliches ) how you feel and they just can't seem to reciprocate the feelings....It's unrequited.
You sit...brokenhearted...void of any feeling except that lump forming in your throat because you want to cry. But you know that if you start, the tears won't stop and you have business to take care of so you push the tears back, and fight off that feeling for at least one more moment.
Now poses the question... What happens when you give your heart to someone who doesn't want it? (These things don't come with gift receipts, ya know). WHY do we give away our hearts if we're not sure they can be returned? More importantly...What do we do with the tiny pieces of our hearts left on the ground after being ripped to shreds by the carnivorous beast called heartbreak, we once thought was timid, sweet, love? You pick up the pieces and weld them back together....and respect the love for the purity of what it was. For even if not returned, the love you had for that person is sweet, and beautiful...and won't ever leave your memory.
Funny thing about breaks, and mends...Did you know that if something breaks and is welded back together...the STRONGEST point on that object is now on the weld? Same with bones...if bones are broken and then set in a cast, the bones will then grow back stronger than before. I think hearts work much the same. My heart has been broken innumerable times...not just by romance but by other things as well. Sadness in the world...loss of a loved one...Not being able to say the right things to comfort your VERY BEST friend when they're exasperated and homesick. All of these things add up to LOTS and LOTS of heartache. Maybe I should just give up feeling and I'll save myself some heartache...NOTACHANCE! Even though my heart gets broken, I pick it up, and weld it back together. What do I weld with? Not a soldering iron and solder.... but with prayer, laughter, tears and my Bible. For I know that everytime I weld my heart back together, it gets stronger and stronger.
So you see, unrequited love gets a bad rep... It's not a bad thing. It's a beautiful and meaningful thing. It's going to hurt...and you'll cry...and cry...AND CRY (at least if you're me). But I encourage you, friends, to pick up your heart and weld it back together. Because with every heartache comes growth and strength. When you feel like you can't possibly take any more heartache or you'll be void of all emotion forever? That's when the growing happens. Take the risk... Love...for even if unrequited, it's a special thing that's to be cherished forever.
I heard this song a while ago and I really like it. It's called "Broken" by Lindsay Haun
Wake up to a sunny day,
Not a cloud up in the sky
Then it starts to rain.
My defenses hit the ground,
and they shatter all around
So open and exposed
But I find strength in the struggle
Face to face with my trouble
Chorus:When you're broken,
in a million little pieces
And you're trying,
but you can't hold on anymore
Every tear falls down for a reason
Don't you stop believing in yourself
When you're broken.
Little girl don't be so blue
I know what you're going through
Don't let it beat you up
Hitting walls and getting scars
Only makes you who you are
Only makes you who you are.
No matter how much your heart is aching
There is beauty in the breaking
Yeah(Repeat chorus)
Better days are you gonna find you once again
Every piece will find its place
When you're broken,
when you're broken
(Repeat chorus)
Oh when you're broken
When you're broken
When you're broken
No need to grab your handy dandy pocket sized giant print Webster's English dictionary from your purse... (what? not everyone has one of those?....Oh) Anywho, here's the definition of "Unrequited":
1.not returned or reciprocated: unrequited love.
PERFECT! Thanks, dictionary.com! :)
As I was saying....wait...what was I saying? Oh, right...unrequited love blah blah blah.
I read a quote on N's facebook about unrequited love. It's from the movie "The Holiday".
"It's called unrequited love. Of that I am an expert. Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other. But what about the rest of us? What about our stories, those of us who fall in love alone? We are the victims of the one sided affair. We are the cursed of the loved ones. We are the unloved ones, the walking wounded. The handicapped without the advantage of a great parking space!" -- Iris, The Holiday
So naturally, after I read this quote, I watched the movie. It's adorable. Totally sweet and mushy...But I digress.
Iris, the author of the aformentioned quote, pretty much hit the nail on the head. Falling in love alone...walking wounded...yadda yadda yadda. So true!
I think that unrequited love has the potential to be one of the most pure kinds of love there is. It's real, and it's scary and it's passionate. All of these characteristics add up to a seemingly dangerous combo...and it is. But anything worth having involves a risk. When you can't sleep because you know that you're going to see them the next day and all you can think about is how to greet them so you don't sound like an idiot...it may be love. If it involves all of that and you TELL the apple of your eye...the object of your affection....the wind beneath your wings (and all those other nauseating cliches ) how you feel and they just can't seem to reciprocate the feelings....It's unrequited.
You sit...brokenhearted...void of any feeling except that lump forming in your throat because you want to cry. But you know that if you start, the tears won't stop and you have business to take care of so you push the tears back, and fight off that feeling for at least one more moment.
Now poses the question... What happens when you give your heart to someone who doesn't want it? (These things don't come with gift receipts, ya know). WHY do we give away our hearts if we're not sure they can be returned? More importantly...What do we do with the tiny pieces of our hearts left on the ground after being ripped to shreds by the carnivorous beast called heartbreak, we once thought was timid, sweet, love? You pick up the pieces and weld them back together....and respect the love for the purity of what it was. For even if not returned, the love you had for that person is sweet, and beautiful...and won't ever leave your memory.
Funny thing about breaks, and mends...Did you know that if something breaks and is welded back together...the STRONGEST point on that object is now on the weld? Same with bones...if bones are broken and then set in a cast, the bones will then grow back stronger than before. I think hearts work much the same. My heart has been broken innumerable times...not just by romance but by other things as well. Sadness in the world...loss of a loved one...Not being able to say the right things to comfort your VERY BEST friend when they're exasperated and homesick. All of these things add up to LOTS and LOTS of heartache. Maybe I should just give up feeling and I'll save myself some heartache...NOTACHANCE! Even though my heart gets broken, I pick it up, and weld it back together. What do I weld with? Not a soldering iron and solder.... but with prayer, laughter, tears and my Bible. For I know that everytime I weld my heart back together, it gets stronger and stronger.
So you see, unrequited love gets a bad rep... It's not a bad thing. It's a beautiful and meaningful thing. It's going to hurt...and you'll cry...and cry...AND CRY (at least if you're me). But I encourage you, friends, to pick up your heart and weld it back together. Because with every heartache comes growth and strength. When you feel like you can't possibly take any more heartache or you'll be void of all emotion forever? That's when the growing happens. Take the risk... Love...for even if unrequited, it's a special thing that's to be cherished forever.
I heard this song a while ago and I really like it. It's called "Broken" by Lindsay Haun
Wake up to a sunny day,
Not a cloud up in the sky
Then it starts to rain.
My defenses hit the ground,
and they shatter all around
So open and exposed
But I find strength in the struggle
Face to face with my trouble
Chorus:When you're broken,
in a million little pieces
And you're trying,
but you can't hold on anymore
Every tear falls down for a reason
Don't you stop believing in yourself
When you're broken.
Little girl don't be so blue
I know what you're going through
Don't let it beat you up
Hitting walls and getting scars
Only makes you who you are
Only makes you who you are.
No matter how much your heart is aching
There is beauty in the breaking
Yeah(Repeat chorus)
Better days are you gonna find you once again
Every piece will find its place
When you're broken,
when you're broken
(Repeat chorus)
Oh when you're broken
When you're broken
When you're broken
An Intro, I feel is apropriate
Well h0wdy! My name is Trish...and this is my blog! Nope...Trish isnt my real name. It's a pseudonym...yup that's right P-S-E-U-D-O-N-Y-M...NOT PseudoNAME... First person to call it a pseudoname in my presence will be punished by rabid gerbils singing "It's a Small World Afterall" while feasting on your toes. So basically, I have a lot to say...and I don't like putting everything on Facebook. My friend started a blog and now I'm inspired. This space will be filled with my random thoughts...sometimes poetry...Most of the time, it'll be my responses to music I've heard. I'm a musician and music pretty much consumes my life. As well as Jesus. I'm a Christian and I love God with all my heart. There are 4 things in this world I'm willing to die for:
1) Jesus
2) My family (including close circle of friends)
3) My Music
4) Coffee
in that order. I have some pretty amazing friends. Most of whom you'll hear about in here. I'll probably use pseudonyms for them as well. Any questions, comments, concerns?.....Don't care... no just kidding....
1) Jesus
2) My family (including close circle of friends)
3) My Music
4) Coffee
in that order. I have some pretty amazing friends. Most of whom you'll hear about in here. I'll probably use pseudonyms for them as well. Any questions, comments, concerns?.....Don't care... no just kidding....
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