Senior Year Spring Break Expectation:
Cute boys
Beach
Sunshine
Swimming
Cute boys
Fruity drinks
Cute boys
Giggling
Yummy food
Did I mention cute boys?
This was what I always expected my senior year spring break (woo-hoo!) to be like. But it was nothing like that at all. I’m not saying it was bad, just not what I expected.
My spring break was full of coffee, packing, studying, having awkward encounters with Starbucks baristas, playing piano and singing in the sanctuary, and getting lunch with my mom.
Lucky for me, I love doing all these things (minus the awkward encounters, but I’m learning to live with that…).
My break wasn’t exactly what I wanted, but it’s ok. Honestly, I can’t complain about only having an “ok” spring break on Easter. I didn’t give up my son, watch him be tortured, and die on a cross for everyone’s sins. Really, Good Friday put everything into perspective.
After reflecting about break I realized that:
There were cute boys around once in awhile
I talked about the beach so much I felt like I was practically there!
The weather was great
I saw The Lorax, and there were people swimming (does that count?)
I had a fruit drink this morning for breakfast
I giggled a lot. Whether that be at myself for singing aloud in Starbucks or at the little kids comments during The Lorax, or at my high schoolers for just being awesome…
I went to Taco Tuesday at Casa Orozco, went to Demitri’s, the best Greek place ever, Ale House, In-n-out, AND Cheesecake Factory.
It wasn’t what I expected, but I wouldn’t change it. ☺
Sunday, April 8, 2012
Friday, February 24, 2012
Five Socially Acceptable Things Amongst Music Majors
1. Coffee/Energy drinks constitute as a meal.
There is no time to eat. No time.
If you're like me, then you wake up in the morning, and whatever time you allowed yourself for breakfast is swapped for just 10 more minutes of precious sleep. Precious, I tell you.
2. Naps = a good nights sleep
Sleep is a rare commodity. Between the 18 units, 10 classes, jobs, study time, practice time, and gigs, it is often that we get no sleep. But that's ok. We can sleep when we're dead, right?
Raise your hand if you've ever fallen asleep on a piano in the practice rooms...yep. Thought so. It's ok. We've all been there. See #1.
3. Social Life? What?
Social...life? Did I type that correctly? I'm sorry. I don't understand what that is.
What? You're saying other people go home after class?? What about their rehearsals and hours and hours of practicing, arranging, composing, and studying?!
What is this witchcraft you speak of?!?!
4. Playing/Singing loudly
I'm sorry, did you need to be able to hear? Well I'm so sorry, but I have to have this HUGE Mozart piece memorized by this afternoon so don't mind me, I'm just going to sit here in a public place surrounded by tons of people and practice.
5. Avoiding Those who are Sick Like the Plague
"Oh my gosh, are you sick??...oooooh, ok....."
**moves across the room**
We can't afford to be sick. And honestly, if one of us gets sick, we all get sick. And if you're playing gigs every weekend, you just really can't be sick. Sorry. So don't be offended if we ostracize you. It's not personal. It's just your body is a blob of toxic-ness waiting to overtake our bodies and prevent us from doing anything.
I'm sorry, was that dramatic? Ok. Don't mind me, I'm just going to sit at the other desk...literally across the room...
There is no time to eat. No time.
If you're like me, then you wake up in the morning, and whatever time you allowed yourself for breakfast is swapped for just 10 more minutes of precious sleep. Precious, I tell you.
2. Naps = a good nights sleep
Sleep is a rare commodity. Between the 18 units, 10 classes, jobs, study time, practice time, and gigs, it is often that we get no sleep. But that's ok. We can sleep when we're dead, right?
Raise your hand if you've ever fallen asleep on a piano in the practice rooms...yep. Thought so. It's ok. We've all been there. See #1.
3. Social Life? What?
Social...life? Did I type that correctly? I'm sorry. I don't understand what that is.
What? You're saying other people go home after class?? What about their rehearsals and hours and hours of practicing, arranging, composing, and studying?!
What is this witchcraft you speak of?!?!
4. Playing/Singing loudly
I'm sorry, did you need to be able to hear? Well I'm so sorry, but I have to have this HUGE Mozart piece memorized by this afternoon so don't mind me, I'm just going to sit here in a public place surrounded by tons of people and practice.
5. Avoiding Those who are Sick Like the Plague
"Oh my gosh, are you sick??...oooooh, ok....."
**moves across the room**
We can't afford to be sick. And honestly, if one of us gets sick, we all get sick. And if you're playing gigs every weekend, you just really can't be sick. Sorry. So don't be offended if we ostracize you. It's not personal. It's just your body is a blob of toxic-ness waiting to overtake our bodies and prevent us from doing anything.
I'm sorry, was that dramatic? Ok. Don't mind me, I'm just going to sit at the other desk...literally across the room...
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Stereotypes
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. :)
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. :)
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...
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Advent/New Year's Resolution
Christmas is my favorite time of the year. It's where singing out of no where is (somewhat) socially acceptable, and people even join in! It's where you can go shopping everyday and people don't think it's weird...granted you shop for everyone else, but that's not the point. It's where you bake goodies all day, you drink copious amounts of hot chocolate, put up decorations, the music, the movies, it's...it's magical.
My favorite part of the Christmas season is the Christmas Eve service. This year was no different.
Well, it was plenty different. It was more like a big loud party. An awesome party. :)
The music was amazing, the worship was great, and Andrea and I were pretty fantastic if I do say so myself. :)
During the message I found myself feeling extremely overwhelmed with Christmas. I feel like a month is not long enough to prepare yourself for Christmas. I don't mean the baking, the shopping, the decorations, or any of that. I mean that moment when you sit down and reflect on the "reason for the season" and you try to BEGIN to comprehend the fact that God, the all-knowing and powerful God sent down his only son to us humans. Flawed, sinful, selfish humans. And what did we do with Him? We killed him.
It's such a huge thing to comprehend.
Through all the hustle and bustle of Christmas we often lose our focus and don't have time to think about why we're even celebrating Christmas. By the time you start to think about it, it's Christmas day and we have to start planning for New Year's Eve.
This year I've learned a lot about priorities. Who knew that sleeping and eating comes before studying for 12 hours straight!
So during the Christmas Eve service I realized that I don't want this to happen again. Next year, I want to have my heart ready from day 1. I want to seize every moment I have to worship and honor Him not only during Advent, but the rest of the year too.
My favorite part of the Christmas season is the Christmas Eve service. This year was no different.
Well, it was plenty different. It was more like a big loud party. An awesome party. :)
The music was amazing, the worship was great, and Andrea and I were pretty fantastic if I do say so myself. :)
During the message I found myself feeling extremely overwhelmed with Christmas. I feel like a month is not long enough to prepare yourself for Christmas. I don't mean the baking, the shopping, the decorations, or any of that. I mean that moment when you sit down and reflect on the "reason for the season" and you try to BEGIN to comprehend the fact that God, the all-knowing and powerful God sent down his only son to us humans. Flawed, sinful, selfish humans. And what did we do with Him? We killed him.
It's such a huge thing to comprehend.
Through all the hustle and bustle of Christmas we often lose our focus and don't have time to think about why we're even celebrating Christmas. By the time you start to think about it, it's Christmas day and we have to start planning for New Year's Eve.
This year I've learned a lot about priorities. Who knew that sleeping and eating comes before studying for 12 hours straight!
So during the Christmas Eve service I realized that I don't want this to happen again. Next year, I want to have my heart ready from day 1. I want to seize every moment I have to worship and honor Him not only during Advent, but the rest of the year too.
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