I'm a music major. And if you didn't know that, then...well...get glasses.
I had choir today, and the conductor needed to get a husky tone from the sopranos, and it just wasn't happening. He mentioned that if he were asking the altos, this wouldn't be a problem which prompted me to think:
1. Ouch. That's harsh for the sopranos! And
2. Haha...yeah...
Which got me to think about choral stereotypes, which inspired me to share these stereotypes with you.
Side Note: Stereotypes ALWAYS have exceptions. Always. I am friends with many of these exceptions.
Sopranos:
Dainty. Self-obsessed. Divas. High-strung. Know-it-all-but-really-doesn't. Loud. Annoying.
Altos:
Relaxed. Smart. Easy-going. Actually-knows-what-they're-doing. Tomboy. The "cool" ones.
Tenors:
The "pretty-boy". Diva. Preppy. Know-it-all-and-usually-does. Thinks-they-are-God's-gift-to-women.
Basses:
The "manly-man". Relaxed. Funny. The-ones-who-don't-want-to-be-in-choir.
There you go. Now if you join a choir you'll know what/who to look out for. :)
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Sunday, January 29, 2012
I Whip My Hair Back and Forth
Sorry. I couldn't help myself.
My hair is long. Like...super long (for me).
I started growing it out...I guess a year and a half ago. I went back to school and I just didn't get my hair cut. I got it trimmed once or twice but that was it. After awhile it started getting long (shocking, right?) and I decided I wanted to grow it out for my brother's wedding that way I could do basically anything I wanted.
Well I ended up putting it up (and my me I mean my fabulous mom) and I think it was actually a little too long for that but we twisted it and made it work. Ha!
But after that I liked having long hair and I decided to keep growing it out, but now...it's been getting awkward.
First of all, it gets caught in my seat belt ALL THE TIME. And it hurts! Seriously, every time.
Secondly, I live in Southern California. I wear tank tops a lot. I also wear my hair down. It's easy. I shower, dry my bangs, and go. But...my hair is so long that it gets caught. Under my arm.
Ok. My arm pit. It's weird, and gross, and worse: it tickles. Wah.
Thirdly, and most awkward of all, it goes down the front of my shirt. And the worst part of that is it tickles, and in the middle of class I FREAK out and wonder WHAT is going on down there and glance down, realize it's just my hair, pull it back, and we're good to go.
So there you have it friends. Was this too much information?
Probably.
But did you laugh at all?
I hope so. Otherwise this is just awkward.
My hair is long. Like...super long (for me).
I started growing it out...I guess a year and a half ago. I went back to school and I just didn't get my hair cut. I got it trimmed once or twice but that was it. After awhile it started getting long (shocking, right?) and I decided I wanted to grow it out for my brother's wedding that way I could do basically anything I wanted.
Well I ended up putting it up (and my me I mean my fabulous mom) and I think it was actually a little too long for that but we twisted it and made it work. Ha!
But after that I liked having long hair and I decided to keep growing it out, but now...it's been getting awkward.
First of all, it gets caught in my seat belt ALL THE TIME. And it hurts! Seriously, every time.
Secondly, I live in Southern California. I wear tank tops a lot. I also wear my hair down. It's easy. I shower, dry my bangs, and go. But...my hair is so long that it gets caught. Under my arm.
Ok. My arm pit. It's weird, and gross, and worse: it tickles. Wah.
Thirdly, and most awkward of all, it goes down the front of my shirt. And the worst part of that is it tickles, and in the middle of class I FREAK out and wonder WHAT is going on down there and glance down, realize it's just my hair, pull it back, and we're good to go.
So there you have it friends. Was this too much information?
Probably.
But did you laugh at all?
I hope so. Otherwise this is just awkward.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
The Opera
I went to the opera!
Sounds awesome, right?
Um...well....it was a small little building that apparently used to be a mortuary. Ok? Do you see how strange this is already?
I went with my friend Becca and we had decided to dress up, so I curled my hair, spent more than 5 minutes on my makeup, wore my favorite pink dress, and wore my 4-inch heels. I looked good, ok?
We get to the opera, and there are only old people. Old people in sweat suits.
No big. I don't care.
And the opera begins:
Act 1: Boy goes to Girl's house to propose. Girl is so distracted talking on the phone Boy has to leave to catch his train. Girl notices Boy is missing and becomes sad. Boy calls girl from the train station and proposes over the phone, she says yes, everyone is happy!
Act II: Boy and Girl have apparently ended their engagement. Girl is living in France and has taken up a younger lovaaa, who is ending their relationship because New-Boy is getting married. Girl is very sad (cray-cray-sad...wrapping-the-phone-cord-around-her-neck-cray-cray) and talks to him saying good bye and assuring Boy that she'll be ok.
I'm pretty sure she ends up dead at the end...not quite sure. It was weird.
The point of this is that during the intermission the actor from Act I came to sit in the audience with an older lady, but right before Act II started he suggested that they change seats. So they get up, and he leads her over to me. And they sit next to Becca and I.
Ok. Random. People usually leave a buffer, and there were plenty of other seats, but...whatever.
They sit down, and Act II starts. A few minutes into it I get this weird feeling...a feeling like someone is watching me...
So I turn and see this:
CREEPY, RIGHT??????
I did NOT know what to do. I think I ended up smiling and looking back at the stage, but the entire time I kept using my peripheral vision and he kept looking over the rest of the opera.
I'm slightly traumatized.
The point of my story is...when going to the opera, don't be the hottest looking one there. You WILL get creeped on.
Watch out for them creepers. They'll get cha.
**The picture is from Google. I have no idea who he is.
Sorry for the potential nightmares...
Sounds awesome, right?
Um...well....it was a small little building that apparently used to be a mortuary. Ok? Do you see how strange this is already?
I went with my friend Becca and we had decided to dress up, so I curled my hair, spent more than 5 minutes on my makeup, wore my favorite pink dress, and wore my 4-inch heels. I looked good, ok?
We get to the opera, and there are only old people. Old people in sweat suits.
No big. I don't care.
And the opera begins:
Act 1: Boy goes to Girl's house to propose. Girl is so distracted talking on the phone Boy has to leave to catch his train. Girl notices Boy is missing and becomes sad. Boy calls girl from the train station and proposes over the phone, she says yes, everyone is happy!
Act II: Boy and Girl have apparently ended their engagement. Girl is living in France and has taken up a younger lovaaa, who is ending their relationship because New-Boy is getting married. Girl is very sad (cray-cray-sad...wrapping-the-phone-cord-around-her-neck-cray-cray) and talks to him saying good bye and assuring Boy that she'll be ok.
I'm pretty sure she ends up dead at the end...not quite sure. It was weird.
The point of this is that during the intermission the actor from Act I came to sit in the audience with an older lady, but right before Act II started he suggested that they change seats. So they get up, and he leads her over to me. And they sit next to Becca and I.
Ok. Random. People usually leave a buffer, and there were plenty of other seats, but...whatever.
They sit down, and Act II starts. A few minutes into it I get this weird feeling...a feeling like someone is watching me...
So I turn and see this:
CREEPY, RIGHT??????
I did NOT know what to do. I think I ended up smiling and looking back at the stage, but the entire time I kept using my peripheral vision and he kept looking over the rest of the opera.
I'm slightly traumatized.
The point of my story is...when going to the opera, don't be the hottest looking one there. You WILL get creeped on.
Watch out for them creepers. They'll get cha.
**The picture is from Google. I have no idea who he is.
Sorry for the potential nightmares...
A Literal Day in my Life
7:30: Alarm goes off, hit snooze...for a half hour.
8:00: Wake up, shower, get ready
8:30: Realize I sped this morning and have time to get together snacks and have time to watch something on my laptop
9:10: Leave for chapel
9:30: Chapel (today it was...well, it was bad.)
10:20: Go to the convenience store on campus with a friend to get caffeine
*you know it's going to be an interesting day when you start drinking soda at 10:30am. Just sayin'
10:40: Late Romantic & Early 20th Century Music History class (I aced a test in this class today, thank you, thank you)
*I picked my term paper too: comparing and contrasting Tchaikovsky's Sleeping Beauty ballet to Disney's Sleeping Beauty soundtrack. I am stoked!
11:50: Orchestration.
There is really nothing exciting about this.
1:05: Senior Seminar - where we discussed angels, demons, spiritual warfare, marriage, and our topics, mine which changed. I'll now be writing about the importance of BOTH hymns and contemporary praise songs. Boom.
3:30: Class dismissed early because the room is FREEZING and we were basically done anyway.
Because I live in southern California, that means that the AC is cranked up, and sometimes the AC gets stuck. Which means it may be scorching outside, but it is arctic inside. Not. Cool. (pun intended)
3:40: Homework/Study/Reading/Cleaning time.
5:30: Break for dinner (this is rare. Yay me!)
6:00: Back to more homework/study/reading/cleaning
10:00: Take a break...decide if I'm going to pull a "late-nighter". Not an all-nighter. Not this early. That's just unfair.
So far I've decided to NOT pull a late-nighter. Realistically I only have 3 classes tomorrow, which I don't have anything due in. So I can work on stuff tomorrow as well. So now I will watch something or read something fun and go to sleep at a descent hour, to do this all over again tomorrow.
*sigh* Good thing I like my classes or else this could become extremely mundane...
8:00: Wake up, shower, get ready
8:30: Realize I sped this morning and have time to get together snacks and have time to watch something on my laptop
9:10: Leave for chapel
9:30: Chapel (today it was...well, it was bad.)
10:20: Go to the convenience store on campus with a friend to get caffeine
*you know it's going to be an interesting day when you start drinking soda at 10:30am. Just sayin'
10:40: Late Romantic & Early 20th Century Music History class (I aced a test in this class today, thank you, thank you)
*I picked my term paper too: comparing and contrasting Tchaikovsky's Sleeping Beauty ballet to Disney's Sleeping Beauty soundtrack. I am stoked!
11:50: Orchestration.
There is really nothing exciting about this.
1:05: Senior Seminar - where we discussed angels, demons, spiritual warfare, marriage, and our topics, mine which changed. I'll now be writing about the importance of BOTH hymns and contemporary praise songs. Boom.
3:30: Class dismissed early because the room is FREEZING and we were basically done anyway.
Because I live in southern California, that means that the AC is cranked up, and sometimes the AC gets stuck. Which means it may be scorching outside, but it is arctic inside. Not. Cool. (pun intended)
3:40: Homework/Study/Reading/Cleaning time.
5:30: Break for dinner (this is rare. Yay me!)
6:00: Back to more homework/study/reading/cleaning
10:00: Take a break...decide if I'm going to pull a "late-nighter". Not an all-nighter. Not this early. That's just unfair.
So far I've decided to NOT pull a late-nighter. Realistically I only have 3 classes tomorrow, which I don't have anything due in. So I can work on stuff tomorrow as well. So now I will watch something or read something fun and go to sleep at a descent hour, to do this all over again tomorrow.
*sigh* Good thing I like my classes or else this could become extremely mundane...
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