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2004 24 January :: 11.03 pm
:: Music: Urinetown-Tell Her I Love Her
i'm really missing out
i haven't gone through my "Broadway Musicals/Showtunes" folder in FOREVER! i have all these songs from awesome musicals, among them Urinetown, Into The Woods, Chicago, Hair, Kiss Me Kate, Pippin, Phantom of the Opera, Oklahoma, West Side Story, Rent, and Rocky Horror Picture Show. (there are a few more, but only about 3 songs from each.) listening to all of this music brings back a lot of memories... it's been a long time since i've reminisced about the past... it's amazing how much i've shut out just because of a certain incident...it's like that entire year dissapeared. i was thinking about that today in concert choir. i'm really quite proud of myself considering... actually, i take that back. my mind is SO good at blocking out pain that i don't think i ever truly digest it all. i artificially move on without really accepting it all. oh well. there's nothing wrong with being a really present/forward driven person, is there?
recently i've really gotten in touch with my hard-working, determined, overexpectagious self. (and yes, i do realize that i'm making up words.) it mainly started after my voice lesson yesterday. which was, understated: AMAZING!! INSPIRING!! UPLIFTING!! paige is so incredibly talented and smart. she brought out of me a voice i've never heard before. she has such an extensive knowledge of the voice...it's all technical. she just...blows me away. she quickly moves away from exersises that aren't helping your voice, and tries different vowels/consonents until they fit you. (and usually, she only had to try one or two...it WAS the first time she'd heard me.) she really values a hard working student too. that's going to be good for me. she lives in the hills...and i mean like....IN the hills. (okay lol, not like IN them, like a hobbit hole or whatever.) but she's up high enough to have a GORGEOUS view of the hills. her piano is at an angle where there is a full length mirror to one side of where the student stands and while singing, if you glance behind her there's a huge window with an incredible view. *sigh* it's just perfect.
gosh, my head is just all over the place tonight. well anyway...oh screw it. i keep meaning to write english-esque, structured entries, and it never works. currently, i'm blaming it on my business and extreme bouts of concentration concerning random classes, *singing*, and horseback riding. when i get into such a mindframe, any physical or mental distraction or limitation gets me all worked up. i'll write more about this later. i feel like i have endless potential when i get into one of those zones. sometimes i suprise myself with my ambition and drive. (not that any of you could rightfully believe that i really HAVE goals and aspirations from this writing...*shakes head* it's turning into crap. actually, i'm really not sure it was EVER any good, but for some reason it's really starting to bug me.)
wow...the memories from these songs. summer...8th grade...mostly summer. summer was mostly an accomplishment where as 8th grade...a lot of shit started happening with my friends, i involved myself in a lot of shit. right. well. sounds like i'll have a pretty busy day tomorrow. i've gotta go buy that Italian Art Songs book, as well as some other book with a tape. i have another voice lesson on monday! *JOY!* i also planned to see "win a date with tad hamilton" with my mom tomorrow...and then there's always exciting 16 pages of the French Revolution packet...fun.
oh btw, jv girls and varsity girls won their games against MV, jv and varsity boys lost. varsity boys were cremed. MV was just really, really good. had a fun time sitting in the stands with sarah and nat. it was soo fricken loud, though!
as an ending thought, although i really feel powerful and proud of myself when i get into those intense concentration modes, i really think i've been overly introverted recently. i've lost my usual connection with my friends. i find myself spacing and shutting out everything too often. is this a result of overwork? one of the hardest things in life is balancing it all. *sigh*
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2004 21 January :: 7.06 pm
why have i been acting so blonde recently?
yay! my coat finally came!!
ya know what i just realized? tomorrow's thursday! now i actually have something to look forward to on thursdays!!
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2004 21 January :: 3.48 pm
:: Mood: bouncy
hahaha bouncy...
i'm in a really perky, optimistic mood right now. i think it's because i walked home with ali after school today. (there wasn't girls glee, mr. shaull cancelled it, and no one was home...) but anyway, be it the 2 text messages i recieved today, (thank you!) leisurely walk with alison to her house after school, or just the fact that i'm not sick (WOOHOO! everone else from concert choir is really sick) i'm just in a good mood.
so now for randomosity.
i totally forgot about my masses of french homework today! skipped class council (maybe they'll feel sorry for me after the mer + melissa leading class council incident) to work on it. i think she sorta figured it out because i answered 'je ne sais pas' to my opinions on a musical group, but I DID LIKE 80% OF IT!! REALLY!! oh, and the compo went surprisingly well. the test was crap, though. i'm hoping for a nice, steep curve...*crosses fingers* i only missed 15, (haha ONLY 15) but that seems like a lot less than most other people. most people missed 20+, so idk.
winter formal? valentines day? my birthday? so i'm thinking i might have plans (a friend's birthday party) on the night of winter formal. we'll have to discuss this. no one's really going, anyway, are they? valentines day? i haven't really been thinking about it, but my disney store catalogue came in the mail today. (the valentine's day issue) but there really aren't that many cute eeyore things! actually, the one that's in there is pretty darn perfect, though. it's a little eeyore bean bag and he's holding a little sign that says 'free hugs' on it. he's also wearing a top hat that says 'be mine'. the title says 'famouse hugs & kisses', but i can't figure out if it's just making a pun on micky mouse, the pooh and eeyore bean bags are supposed to represent famous people, or the characters are just 'famous'. hmmm...lots of famous people wore tophats!! and they don't look especially presidential...
OMG speaking of presidents. (yeah, my mind's all over the place today.) president bush said that he would pass a constitutional amendment to make sure that gays and lesbians do not have the right to marry! GET HIM OUT NOW!! *fume*
ah, and fume reminds me of the verb fumer which reminds of m youatt who reminds me of wigs which remind me of p.e. class. does mrs. lodge wear a wig?
right, now onto my birthday. it's february 2. haven't decided what to do about a party yet. so.... i'm thinking maybe lazer quest? that way i can invite lots and lots of people. (including boys!) so yeah... any other ideas?
okay, well, i think that's all for now! keep the text messages coming!! (i just get so excited!!) i never leave my phone on, so there's no point in calling me. but anyway, for the texts, 823-1137. :0D
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2004 20 January :: 10.32 pm
:: Music: John Starr Alexander's Requiem-Agnus Dei
concert choir camp
okay, fine, i'll write about camp!! everyone else is...
so. i rode up with mr. shaull in this HUGE white truck...i mean HUGE. it was like half of a minivan in 2 seats. my mom was glad that it was that big though...apparently he drives like a madman. personally, i think he's a fine driver. didn't bother me one bit. and it actually wasn't very awkward!
made it to camp like 2 mins before the bus. all the mainstreeters were waiting there and waving...lol.
so acacia comes up to me when we're all trying to find cabins and is like 'hey, are you jeff's girlfriend?' in her little perky way. it was pretty funny. i looked at molly and smiled and said 'yes.' *shrugs* well, you've gotta meet people somehow. lol.
second memorable quote of the day. whoever was sitting next to me turns to me and asks 'is debbie your mom?' yeah. woooahhh there. just to clarify, since apparently she LOOKS like me, DEBBIE IS NOT MY MOM!!! she may consider herself my 'second mother' but in no way to i consider her a maternal figure in my life. no no no. sorry for the misconceptions. no. NO.
well, i've gotta be honest. i was a little overwhelmed at first. lots of music. lots of people A TON better than me. but hey, we sound good! and the music's BEAUTIFUL!! *sigh* and that's really all that matters. that we can make beautiful music.
okay i've gotta cut in here that i am SO INCREDIBLY EXCITED to improve my voice!! i've got a voice lesson on thursday with my new teacher! weeeeeeeeeeee!! *does a little dance* oh yeah...oh yeah...i'll get better...i'll get better...
so we sang for a while...sang with just girls for a while...waited while the guys sang for a while...sang together more...ate...sang more...
although it wasn't quite like marching band camp, i think we bonded a little. a very small amount compared to marching band camp, but still... i learned about jeff's fondness for brooms...lol...and first words...hahaha this was great.
jeff's first word: beef
kylie's first word: fuck
LOL!!
met some very cool people. elspeth is like the most admirable person ever. michelle (the one from my french class) is really really nice!! (not to say that michelle montoya isn't, it's just that i've known that for a while now...YOU'LL TOTALLY MAKE G21, MICHELLE! I LOVE YOU!) kylie and shannon are...well...eager to molest jeff. kylie...thought it would be fun to 3 way make out with me and jeff and said something like 'well i know I wouldn't like it if i was chained naked to a bed and bugs were crawling all over me'. yeah...
i hate to say it, but the murder mystery WAS kind of lame. it might have been cooler with the lights dimmed and a smaller group of people confined to a smaller space. and a group of people who can all read. (for the most part, reading wasn't an issue...) Thomas Shafer can really act...and so can this other person from my french class's sister!! they transferred from pinewood, and by this one girl's acting you can SO tell. she was really nice too. very smart.
the hike was...pretty. it was nice to get up and do something besides sit and sing, i guess.
the dance was pretty stupid...except for one thing...*drool* LOL.
omg! nat needs to get a hold of himself. he's so freaking flirty!! HE HAS A GIRLFRIEND. and ya know what, I SET THEM UP TO GO TO HOMECOMING TOGETHER TOO!! i can't stand guys like that. actually, i can. i can't stand guys that are actually ATTRACTIVE who are shameless flirts. i don't really care as much about the ones i don't fall for. but really...get a grip. so we had on the same sweatshirt...woohoo. big deal. let's forget about it and MOVE ON, shall we?
lunch was great. sat with molly :0D (molly deserves a big grin because she's the awesomest ever and my total concert choir buddy!! and btw, i'm not excluding rachel one bit) and elspeth and jeff. we sat...and we sat...and i ate...and we sat...and we waited for food...and we talked about disgusting stories about Cody (jeff's dog) and ummm i squished molly by leaning on her and being tired and umm...yeah.
sang more, then left. oh, and the girls worked on a song for the guys and vice versa. we spent like 10 minutes on ours because no one fro Girls 21 had the piece with them so we spent more than half of our time getting into groups so that we could all see the music. ugh. oh well. it was a cute idea.
the music is just GORGEOUS. i cannot get over it!! molly made a great comment about the hebrew song that even though you don't know what you're saying, in a way, you do. it's just one of those songs. it's so passionate. it's wonderful. yes, filled with wonder.
i sat in the most quiet, contented thoughtfulness that i have felt in a long time on the bus ride home. i couldn't take my eyes off the sky. it was the most beautiful shade of blue. full of hope, satisfaction, and new beginnings. i thought about a lot of things, and let my mind rest and float away until there was nothing more than just being to worry about. it was a great feeling.
went strait to my clarinet lesson after that. played on my new mouthpiece for the first time in a lesson. i don't mean to brag, but seriously, i sounded FANTASTIC! and i was so concentrated in the musicality of it all that i was just amazed with what i could do. for not being prepared for a lesson, i got through a lot of things.
then onto church choir. got yelled at by annie for not being in church to sing (leaving her all alone on the alto part...see how i feel?? huh???) AND not going on the snow trip. she'll be the only girl and has to share a room with lyn. HAHAHA. i mean...wow...i'm sorry...that's gonna really suck...
discussed faith vs. truth in youth group. (yes, i know i'm repeating some of what i said in my last entry.) did some very serious thinking. intense thinking can provoke such epiphany...it's really quite amazing. i'm still inspired to get a group together to just sit and think together. well, i mean, discuss together, but it really has more to do with the thought. there's so much to discover.
well anyway, today i had a productive morning. got up, washed my hair, and sat down and did about an hour of biology homework. then i edited some of my english writing, played clarinet for about an hour, and then read about 60 pages. i still have a ton of bio to do, but i think i'll manage. i spent the latter half of my day looking at random eeyore stuff and cell phone covers on e-bay, and watching american idol and my big fat obnoxious fiancee. american idol was great!! we can gossip about that at school...should be fun!
btw, my cell phone says that i missed a call at 2:49 pm, but it doesn't say what day. and it was from ali's cell. that doesn't mean anything! i don't even know what day it was!! oh well, whatever. i really don't know anything about my cell phone. i mean, i forgot how to check the messages the other day...
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2004 19 January :: 10.12 pm
:: Music: everything we sang at camp
goobledeegook
sooo much as been put on my plate today. i digested quite a bit of it on the bus ride home from camp, but in a lighter, floatier, pale blue sort of sense. (i'm into this whole feeling-by-color thing right now...) in a hot pink/fuscia passion, i incorporated, but forgot the food. in fuzzy, hazy gray, i tried to forget about it later in the afternoon, and in a deep jade green, i gave up my mind completely to other matters. yet, even after this time for digestion and contemplation, i have more to release. (oh God, don't think about that literally...HA now you did...okay, stopping.)
so. more to come. memories, deep thoughts, whatever i come up with.
(just to clarify, that hazy gray was not because i wanted to forget about bad times at camp. there weren't any. it was a half metaphor that my voice is, in fact, fuzzy, and half that the voice, singing, and how a specific group consisting of a certain people should sound, is such an inconsistant thing. this was thought during choir practice for my church choir.)
oh, and just because i'd like to share some more, my clarinet lesson today was FABULOUS. my new mouthpiece is absolutely wonderful and fantastic.
the color of the day is light blue. if you took a chance to look at the sky above the beautiful landscape of whereverthehellwewere, you would have seen it. views like that provoke a wonderful array of emotions, as well as blissful freedom and simplicity.
trust vs. faith can lead to a very interesting and envelopping conversation.
so what IS language, anyway?
some people are just worth waiting for.
and i'll leave you with that. some people are just worth waiting for.
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2004 14 January :: 7.08 pm
:: Mood: ecstatic
i don't want to do my bio homework...
and, oh, by the way, RACHEL, MOLLY, AND I MADE CONCERT CHOIR!!! AHHHHHHHH!!!
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2004 13 January :: 4.15 pm
English
We've been given an assignment to read and write. There are few limits, such as reading at least 600 pages for a B, and turning in 3 finished samples of writing, one being in edited and proofread condition. I've just been writing randomly, and since I don't feel like posting other things, I'll just start posting what I write each day for English. I've written quite a bit so far, so heed my warning:
DO NOT READ ALL OF THIS UNLESS YOU TRULY WANT TO. IT'S GOING TO BE LONG.
note: I am not including all of my poetry, for a lot of it is embrassing in quality.
**written Sunday, January 11th**
Dreamland sweetly calls
In this bliss my mind¡¦s at rest
Here my heart is free
*unfinished*
Love is...? When asked this question today in a youth group ¡§fill in the blank¡¨ discussion this evening, I smiled immediately at the response I got from my peers. At church, I¡¦m known as ¡§the boy crazy blonde¡¨. Of course, when asked to compile a list of good qualities about each other, I receive comments such as ¡¥good singer¡¦, ¡¥talented¡¦, and ¡¥includes everyone¡¦, but apparently, underneath it all, I have a one track mind¡Xboys. To them, this is my cup of tea. But is it? What really can a fourteen year old freshman know about love? So far, I know about falling in love (or whatever a teenager can really feel) and how powerful it is. I know of waiting an entire summer to see the guy you¡¦d obsessed over during winter, and realizing that, although he still flirted with you, was interested in other people. I know about making a big deal over nothing, and how embarrassing it was to find out. I know about daring to break rules to be with someone, and learn, very harshly, that the rules were for your protection. I know about being taken advantage of, and struggling to live with yourself after the fact. I know about meeting someone for the first time, starting out as friends, and friendship unfolding to more. From what little of a relationship I¡¦ve actually experienced, I can deduct that love is...well, a lot of things. Love is powerful. It can overcome you with desire and take over your life. Love is frustrating. Relationships take work, and sometimes they don¡¦t go as quickly or as perfectly as planned. Love is exciting. It is a rush to get a phone call from the person who¡¦s been consuming your mind all day. It¡¦s exhilarating to wait to be asked to a dance, when you already know it¡¦s going to happen eventually. Love is imperfect. Problems arise even with the deepest of feelings. Besides, if love were perfect, why are so many adults getting divorced? Imperfection is inevitable, for we are only human. I simply cannot believe that ¡§Love is not bashful nor boastful.¡¨ If you really care what someone thinks of you, there is no way to avoid being bashful. I find myself rethinking what I type when I chat on Instant Messenger with my boyfriend. I feel the need to increase my every day vocabulary, and say something witty to impress him, or at least even our intelligence a little. I regret what I say all the time! Love is not boastful. What a load of crap! Love is almost always boastful. There¡¦s some unwritten rule in our teenage society that says that being in a relationship is cool and something to be proud of. We sponsor dances that require a date to attend! I was even told by my freshman adviser that ¡§you can go, but it¡¦s just really no fun without a date.¡¨ Well there¡¦s something right there to boast about! I remember homecoming week, and everyone worrying about who to ask, or who was possibly someone to be asked. A few days would pass, and another offer would be made. Only four of my closest friends were asked, but every proposition was given a full analysis and repeated in great detail over and over until there was nothing left to be said. The ones who weren¡¦t asked were never fussed over like this. No lunch time was devoted to them. And, when Homecoming week came, and we were all making plans for where to eat dinner with our dates, and exactly how we should do our hair for the dance, they couldn¡¦t fully engage in the conversation. I¡¦ve only been exposed to one such dance, but I¡¦ve was fortunate enough to receive exactly what I had hoped for: a date with Jeff to the dance. It¡¦s a pretty amusing story how it all came to be. A lot of it was pure persuasion on my part. I don¡¦t have any regrets. And I brag about him being my boyfriend all the time. I feel almost accomplished in some way because I am the only one of my friends to have maintained a relationship with my Homecoming date. The others were never serious crushes to begin with, or broke up soon after the dance. Well anyway, back to the point. Love is boastful, as anything desirable can be something to boast about. Love is patient and kind. Hah. Not for me. I am completely impatient when it comes to romance. I want it right away, and get very worked up if I am forced to wait. I spent an entire weekend being frustrated, (and quite proud) of the fact that Jeff ¡§had something to ask me¡¨ but couldn¡¦t because he was at Main Street Camp. It took him six days to get the courage and time to ask me to Homecoming. Those were six of the longest, but hopeful, days of my life. Love, for the most part, I think, is kind. When things are going well in a relationship, there is nothing to be unhappy about. There is a dark side of love though, which can only be seen when it ends or is torn apart by anger or conflict. So, although love can produce the happiest times in life, it also has the power to cause great grief.
**written Monday, January 12th**
1/12/03
I woke up this morning feeling unusually perky and optimistic. I generally face gray thoughts such as ¡§What is the point of waking up today? Will I do anything particularly fun and exciting? It would be so much nicer to stay in this nice, warm, soft, bed...,¡¨ but today, I woke up incredible energy and the subconscious feeling that it was going to be a good day. The disappointment with the reality that I do, eventually, have to get out of the shower, was slightly relieved, and my usual, sluggish behavior was replaced with an optimistic, spirited nature. I made jovial chit chat near the lockers with three of my closest friends, and gossiped about horseback riding lessons, dance rehearsals, and seeing ex-teachers out on dates at the movie theatre the past weekend. I walked to first period with amusing, cheery thoughts in my mind. First period was spent reviewing the components of a short story, (making me even more reluctant to try the writing form) and working silently, personally choosing to read my book, Little Women. I dissolved into the story of a day of camping with Laurie, the March girls¡¦ amiable neighbor. In recent times, reading has been a way to escape the uncertainties and worries of life, but today it just seemed like a positive, constructive use of my time. I was further tickled by the fact that the clock stopped, and pondered silently about what it would be like if time itself was actually suspended. What a thought... Soon first period was over, and I made my way to the locker room for P.E. Today¡¦s locker room chatter was very important, for one of my friends had gone out with her new boyfriend for the first time. Something had been keeping them from this for over a month, so because the date finally happened, it was big news. There were also auditions for Once Upon A Mattress at PYT last weekend, so we discussed how auditions went and when callbacks were. Although I was a trifle disappointed that I didn¡¦t audition, I cheered myself up with the thought of auditions for Concert Choir, which are to be tomorrow at brunch, along with two of my friends who are in Girls¡¦ Ensemble with me. For some reason, I finally got the hang of Badminton, and had a lot more fun than I usually do. (This is probably because I ended up hitting the birdie more than missing it!) Brunch was spent mingling with friends near the lockers, and passing my boyfriend (a rare occurrence) between Brunch and Third period. I spaced out during Geometry, but was comforted with the fact that my friend had already done the homework, and it was purely algebraic, with no proofs. That¡¦s always nice. ƒº Fourth period was spent doing one of my favorite things in singing¡Xinterval recognition. We learned minor intervals today, and started to learn descending intervals when the bell rang. I finally mustered up the courage to ask Mr. Shaull about when to audition for Concert Choir, and made an appointment to see him at brunch tomorrow. I¡¦m so excited!! Definitely nervous, though. It¡¦s reassuring to remind myself that you can¡¦t get in unless you audition, though, so no harm done trying. I bought lunch at the pizza stand after bailing on Interact Club (my philosophy: we never do anything, so we¡¦re not really helping people, so why go?) and sat down with my friends to feel guilty about eating junk food and wishing I¡¦d waited in line in the cafeteria to get a sandwich. Lunch was relaxing, and ends too son, as it always does, for Biology is my fifth period class. I somehow managed a 98% in biology first semester without understanding anything my teacher said. It doesn¡¦t seem like second semester is going to be any different, though the homework was relatively comprehendible this evening. I actually remembered reading about some of the information in Ms. Williams¡¦ lecture, so that was promising. The period seemed short, just my luck, I guess, and I walked with Marcella and Louise to French. I surprised myself by participating today, and was very happy to learn that our quiz tomorrow only has three parts, all of which are easy to study for and simple concepts. I always feel happy just entering World Studies, just because I know that it is my last class of the day. We learned about the effects of the Scientific Revolution and began over viewing the Enlightenment. We were interrupted by Mr. Spitteri, head of the History department, informing Mr. Freeman of another teacher¡¦s release due to the fact that he had questionable credentials, and again by Mrs. Dawson, who promised to be a mere twenty seconds but kept us without a teacher for over five minutes. We hadn¡¦t finished what we needed to when the bell rang, and I felt a little annoyed when I left the portable. This feeling was increased when I encountered a few of my marching band friends, one of which with a flag, as I rounded the corner by the small gym. It turned out that two of them had joined Winter Guard, and were having a lot of fun doing it. I, too, had thought of joining Winter Guard, a group of color guard members who compete in competitions similar to marching band ones, minus the band, but missed the first meeting and gave up after that. This got me thinking about the fact that I have too much free time on my hands, and I started feeling guilty about wasting time and being idle instead of engaging myself in activities to better myself. I don¡¦t deal with boredom well at all. I start to feel guilty that there is something better to do with my life, and that I am wasting time. Only when I have been constantly busy and overworked do I let myself relax without my nasty subconscious nagging me to do better things. My mom also added to my unhappiness with an interrogation as to why I didn¡¦t join Winter Guard in the first place, and how I should try to figure out how to join late if I was still interested. ¡§You just seem so much happier when you¡¦re doing things like that,¡¨ she pointed out, and I had to agree. My mood had stayed around a 9-level all day, and suddenly plummeted to a mere 2 during my car ride home. My afternoon began unsatisfactorily as I tried to write, but was distracted by Judge Judy¡¦s accusations on the television right next to me. My mom went to law school, and is really into all of the judge shows. I tried to relieve myself by practicing clarinet in my room, and soon regained my composure and focus after my mom and her boyfriend left to do some shopping for dinner. I got all of my homework done, with short breaks to chat online and eat dinner, in a relatively short time, and was very glad to have time to write. I think I¡¦ll read a bit before going to bed, and try not to worry about Concert Choir auditions and my French and Math quizzes tomorrow.
**written Today**
Why do I love to sing? I know it¡¦s not just to get into Main Street, and there¡¦s got to be more to it than ¡¥I love it.¡¨ I guess it¡¦s just another way to make music, which is one of the most beautiful things in life. I think the heart of my grief will be lifted once I figure out exactly why I enjoy singing so much, and realize that it¡¦s not to get into more advanced groups. I think about it, though, and I just know that the more I sing, the happier I¡¦ll be. I want nothing more than to be with people, away from home for a weekend, and be required to do nothing but sing with all the joy, dedication, determination, and all out gusto that my heart feels. Why is something so joyous and beautiful so frustrating? Practice makes perfect, but I just feel like it won¡¦t work for my voice. My last voice teacher even admitted it: in technique I¡¦d improved a lot, but the quality of sound in my voice had hardly changed in almost a year. I always revert to the possibility that I have an unfair disadvantage because my voice breaks from chest to head in a weird place, and that maybe I have some defect because I was born eleven weeks premature. Somehow that gives me comfort, just leaving my unaccomplished voice to the blame of forces beyond my own. It just seems like...since I started caring how I sounded, some of the joy was lost. And I can¡¦t just stop caring. My goal since the first time I heard them was to be a member of Main Street. I realize that goals need to be altered in order to be reachable, but this one can¡¦t be compromised. Above all, I want to be happy, but it just doesn¡¦t seem possible without having had the experience of Main Street. I guess it¡¦s selfish and I should focus on other things, but my brain¡¦s just been wired this way for so long. I can¡¦t think of anything I want more. I want to be accomplished and proud. Although good grades and honors classes would help me achieve this, I need the music so much more. Without a band class to fulfill my daily requirement (it¡¦s almost like nutrition!) singing is all that is left. There¡¦s nothing else, besides listening to music and practicing clarinet on my own. It doesn¡¦t seem fair. There just isn¡¦t enough there to keep me satisfied. I often wish I hadn¡¦t quit dance. I guess I just need to be able to express myself in another way. Often, music is a way to escape myself as well. Oh well, I¡¦m rambling. There isn¡¦t much point in continuing. I need to figure a few things out for myself before anything will make sense to me.
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2004 11 January :: 2.26 pm
:: Mood: frustrated
grrrr
I have no patience. That makes for a very frustrating life, especially when practicing the clarinet. 3 pages left of the stupid Rubank Elementary Method book...then on to the Intermediate Edition...what joys lie in my future. ugh.
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2004 10 January :: 8.55 pm
:: Music: Avenue Q-Mix Tape
random things
i am absolutely obsessed with 'mix tape' from avenue q. actually, only one line. kate likes princeton, and thinks that he likes her back, and is thinking of this when he rings her doorbell and gives her a mix tape. (btw, shouldn't this be 'mixed' tape? anyway...) she's reading the songs, the first few about being friends. (here she says SHIT! it's quite amusing...) and they get more random with a few romantic ones until she gets to end of the last side, with princeton chiming in with her as they get more romantic...and then random again. the end is the sweetest thing in the world!!
kate-nice tape
princeton-oh theres one more! i have to say i love you in a song...
ahhh! that is the best line ever!! he then goes on to ask her out...it's so cute!
okay, onto other theatre related business. congrats to deanna and alison k who got all 3 callbacks for once apon a matress!! good job!!
i was just informed that this is kristi's last show with pyt because she's moving...:-( we'll miss her!! (and her callbacks!! lol)
oh! some random person who was shadowing at Pinewood recognized nicole as rafikki from our camp unique performance of the lion king!! ahh!! how cool is that? random people might recognize me as simba!! the title role!! oh yeah baby...the one and only time ever. :-) but hey! random people remember! nice...
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2004 10 January :: 7.33 pm
:: Mood: creeped out
:: Music: Avenue Q-If You Were Gay
ooo this is weird!!
so i was looking at my profile, and some random person listed me as their friend. so, seeing as i had forgotten this, i decided to look at her journal. this wasn't so bad, except that it was another black background, white/red text journals. that's just so typical and depressing. anyway, i then decided to look at her friends page...eeeeeek!! she only has one other friend besides herself (well, that posts often) so almost EVERY SINGLE POST was mine!! *shudders* that just scares me...
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2004 10 January :: 4.48 pm
You are going to marry Josh Hartnett. He is really shy, but don't let that fool you. He is really outgoing and sweet with those he loves and will be loyal to them for the rest of his life. Congrats!!
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i definitely got the hottest guy. actually...colin ferell?? take the quiz and look at 'see all possible results'. johnny depp looks SOOO awful!! ewww.
oh, and molly, rachel, and i have all decided to try out for concert choir. so yes, now it's official. (because EVERYTHING on my journal is just SOO official...lol)
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2004 9 January :: 8.34 pm
:: Mood: sleepy
I AM SOOO TIRED!!
and i'm really not sure why... i think maybe homework tires me...*yawn* namely bio...history i've learned to handle somehow, but everything else is just tedious. math, french...it's killing me!! oh well, enough about that.
mr. shaull talked more about concert choir today, though he still hasn't really mentioned how and when to audition. grrr!! he's always forgetting to tell us important details like that...it's as if girls' ensemble is such a nonentity that we don't deserve his full attnetion. okay, so it's not like that at all, but that's sort of how it feels. i just wish my voice was something i could be proud of so that i would feel good auditioning for concert choir... going to camp cambel for concert choir just seems like sooo much fun!! being somewhere else for a change, and doing nothing but sing and hang out...it just sounds so good. too bad i actually need talent and the courage to audition for it to happen. oh! good news, though! he FINALLY responded to my mom's e-mail about getting me a new voice teacher, and apparently my mom called her today and set up a lesson for 2 weeks from now!! yay!! 3rd time's the charm, right? maybe this person will actually help me!!
my mom's away on some women's retreat thing for church, so it's just me and brian. it seems like he can't drive me anywhere without something going wrong or getting lost or something. he missed the turn on the way to church a few weeks ago and kept driving even though i informed him of his mistake, convinced that there was a cross street, and got completely lost. today his ignition or something was leaking so he had to keep stepping on the gas like 6 times to get the car to go and we kept sort of stalling...it was soooo scary!! he finally had to pull over (after making a wrong turn) and fill it up or something.
*yawn* i really, REALLY don't want to do my homework!! ugh... :0(
oh well...i've been feeling pretty gloomy recently. it all starts when i wake up in the morning. i wake up and think, 'i REALLY don't want to get out of bed! what's the use in getting up? what will be accomplished? i mean, REALLY, am i going to do anything fun today?' (then i run though the day's schedule...in this case, school, then horseback riding) 'well, horseback riding might be okay, but then again i might be put on Lulu or some other skittish mare who hasn't been out for 2 weeks...now that wouldn't be fun...just very frustrating.' so then i conclude 'nope, it isn't likely that anything will be especially fun, exciting, or memorable today.' i really blame all of this downheartedness at the lack of marching band. during mb season, it'd be more like 'hey! i have to get up early, but who cares? i'm going to marching band! and heck, i'm kind of proud of myself for being able to be up so early when the majority of my peers are still asleep! woohoo! i get to see all of my marching band friends and go to a competition this weekend!! yay!! maybe we won't get last!!' see how different those two are? it's either waking up to friends, music, and light excersise, or waking up to english, learning nothing, and being dissapointed that my once-favorite class is now boring and uneducational, not to mention possible harassment and embarassment from mr. smith. seriously, the guy jokes around with us and makes fun of our 'freshman' ways, but wouldn't it be more mature of him to leave us alone and maybe teach us something for a change?
okay, i'm really tired, and sick of bitching about everything. i'm gonna go to bed now. goodnight. hope your 3 days of school were better, and homework load for the weekend not as heavy.
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2004 6 January :: 10.07 pm
:: Mood: excited
:: Music: If You Were Gay-Avenue Q
yay!
ha...yay rhymes with gay. lol. okay, ANYWAY. my day was pretty uneventful. woke up around 11...(i need to learn to wake up earlier!) and felt sorry for myself until 2:30 when christiana picked me up and we went to see 'cheaper by the dozen'. cute movie. good times. i'm SOOO proud of myself (though i should really give most of the credit to christiana) for doing something today. i actually left the house! yay for me!!
ya know what's weird (and GREAT)? whenever i'm really depressed about something and write about it (sometimes not in my online journal, but in a journal with eeyore on it that i started the day my parents told me they were getting divorced) something happens the next day, or even sooner after writing it, to make it all better. like ALL better. as i said, it's weird...but it's GREAT. it's happened 3 times so far...pretty good, huh?
well i'm going to go to bed. i need to try to train by body to go to sleep and wake up at normal times again...ugh. don't want to think about school...nooooo!
oh, and my friend chris, from church, (who i've mentioned a few times sort of recently) finally got bored enough to make a woohu!! yay!! *claps* so ummm...if you care about a random guy you don't know (lol) his woohu is www.woohu.com/~KindgdomKey13. welcome to woohu, chris!
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2004 5 January :: 12.23 pm
:: Mood: dissapointed/depressed/frustrated/unhappy
:: Music: Into the Woods-So Happy
(yes, i'm trying to save my mood by listening to into the woods...)
why am i such a goddamn obsessive?? god. i hate this! melissa the hopeless romantic boy obsessor needs to figure out some stuff. like why the hell she cares so much.
and why can't i just be like everone else and have other priorities? i'm such a loser. i need a life. well, MORE of a life. but seriously, does the media focus on anything BUT love?? every pop song you hear is 'oh baby i love you, i hope you want me too' or 'please baby, forgive me, i miss you so' or some crap like that. every movie seems to have SOME love motive behind it all. tv shows? name just ONE without a relationship in it. books...well, there are books without romantic subplots. but i haven't read many recently. so i guess i'll just blame the media. it's THEIR fault i'm feeling like crap right now. it's THEIR fault i can't think about anything else. life would be so much simpler without guys. or maybe just without feelings alltogether. but then life would be boring. ugh. it's all so confusing. i don't know what to think. i just want...too much. i'm a selfish bitch. (but hey, we all knew that already.) *sigh* LIFE SUCKS!!
why the HELL do i care so much? *shakes fist at the world* WHY??!?!!
and now for some lyrics. i love this song. it SORT OF captures my mood right now. but a lot of it is the opposite of what i'm thinking. well, anyway, the lyrics are interesting:
There's A Fine, Fine Line (from Avenue Q)
There’s a fine, fine line between a lover and a friend
There’s a fine, fine line between reality and pretend
And you never know till u reach the top if it was worth the uphill climb
There’s a fine, fine line between love and waste of time
There’s a fine, fine line between a fairy tale and a lie
And There’s a fine, fine line between you’re wonderful and goodbye
I guess if someone doesn’t love you back it isn’t such a crime
But there’s a fine, fine line between love and a waste of your time
And I don’t have the time to waste on you anymore
I don’t think that you even know what you’re looking for
For my own sanity I’ve gotta close the door and walk away
There’s a fine, fine line between together and not
And there’s a fine, fine line between what you wanted and what you got
You gotta go after the things you want while you’re still in your prime
There’s a fine fine, line between love and a waste of time
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2004 3 January :: 7.38 pm
:: Mood: contemplative
Random Thoughts
*Where have all the cute clothes gone??
*I REALLY like the sound of boys choirs. i mean, pre-pubescent boys choirs. it's like...a junior boy band...but not. at all. lol.
*Why can't anyone stay happily married these days? Sometimes I dwell on the fact that my mom is divorced, and so is her mom. Are we like...not meant to marry? What is this world coming to??
*Actions speak louder than words.
*I have a headache.
*My mom just read the e-mail that Mark (Mr. Shaull) sent out to everyone about Mrs. Hebel passing away. :0(
*I love Taco Bell.
*I also love reading about love...it's lovely.
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