Okay, so actually there wasn't a boom...but who cares? It sounds cool, so it's staying:P
1: Blog background.
Friday, January 28, 2011
Day 19: I'm not even sure I have the right day but whatever...I've gotta be at least within a day.
So I found these images on the internet. FIrst let me say: No copyright or plagiarism intended. These are not my pictures, these are not pictures I'm using for personal gain. I just thought they were cool.
Over a year ago, I had to write a paper about something I felt strongly about, and I chose abortion. In another class I had to dso a similar assignment, but with a powerpoint.
So I asked my teachers if I could use the same topic and they both said yes.
I had to include pictures (and cite them properly) and these were a few pictures I used.
Obviously, I wasn't going to put pictures of dead children in the assignment: that would be gruelsome and horrific, and it makes my stomach churn, just tihnking about it.
So I found these again recently (I had them saved to my desktop) and thought I'd put them here, cause they're pretty neat:)
On another note: A few days i posted about how I heard this awesome song and was going to try to learn it on piano? Well, my teacher gave me the first part of it, so I am very excited to start working on it! I love that song!
Okay, goodbye Morgan
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Thursday, January 27, 2011
Day 18: Sorry I missed another day...I'm really not very good at this
Her name’s Karyl. This is one of her pictures when she was still as strong as I am today. She’s a very smart girl but..she’s dying of Lung Cancer. Her family cannot afford the operation since her Father has died. Please help her. The “World Vision” Foundation promised to donate 10 cents for every reblog. Please help my Best Friend. She’s a very nice, generous and caring girl. I love her. Please reblog this. PLEASE.:((
I just wanted to post this here.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Day 16: It took me 3 times to type my password before I got it right.
Of course. It seems that the faster I type, the more likely I am to spell things wrong. Unfortunately, I like typing fast. Well, fast for me. i actually have very sad typing skills. I have to look at the keyboard:( And I only use about 4 fingers regularly. I should work on that. I won't but I should.
I realized the other day that I can lay my pinky finger flat against my palm. I have to push it there, but it's painless. I can bend and twist my fingers all sorts of ways. My fingers are really flexible. I think it's kinda cool:)
It's definitely time to repaint my nails though, they are horribly chipped.
I think I'm double-jointed in my wrist. Only my left wrist. How odd. I literally just realized that. haha.
I guess thats good though...long flexible fingers and a double-jointed wrist...maybe that will help my music-playing skills in the future...hmm:)
Okay, thats all for today, just stopped doing nothing and started typing so I could look back at be like "Oh, that's when I realized I have a double-jointed wrist and need to paint my nails!"
Love<3
I realized the other day that I can lay my pinky finger flat against my palm. I have to push it there, but it's painless. I can bend and twist my fingers all sorts of ways. My fingers are really flexible. I think it's kinda cool:)
It's definitely time to repaint my nails though, they are horribly chipped.
I think I'm double-jointed in my wrist. Only my left wrist. How odd. I literally just realized that. haha.
I guess thats good though...long flexible fingers and a double-jointed wrist...maybe that will help my music-playing skills in the future...hmm:)
Okay, thats all for today, just stopped doing nothing and started typing so I could look back at be like "Oh, that's when I realized I have a double-jointed wrist and need to paint my nails!"
Love<3
Monday, January 24, 2011
Day 15: Me: "I'm bored, I want something to do..."*BING, MEMORY WAVE* "I have a blog where I talk to myself! I'll go do that!"
So maybe that train of thought is a bit ridiculous, but if I was typing to entertain an audience, I would probably write different stuff. Obviously I can't write everything on here because of the off chance that my parents or grandparents or other family members would find it...then where would I be?
So today rant is about...
Careers. My future. Bleh.
You thought I was gonna type "Music" didn't you? HA! Caught you by surprise, future self!
So.
Sometime over the summer, I decided I wasn't quite as interested in science and stuff as I'd been before. I realized that I was still shooting for the science field purely out of habit, and that it wasn't actually something I absolutely unquestionably wanted. I started hesitating. When people asked me what I wanted to be when I "grow up" (I don't like that term a whole lot, because I'd rather not grow anymore in ANY direction, thanks) I kinda started saying "I'm not really sure yet."
Apparently, my parents weren't aware of this (probably cause they never happened to be around) and they tried to use that age-old "How are you ever going to become a ______ if you don't ________?" Except this time I was like "Well, i don't know that I want to be a scientist." And they still didn't get it, "Well, an animal cop or whatever". Yeah, not one of those either. "I don't know" basically, "I give up".
Then the same kind of situation arose a bit later (more recently) and after, i pointed out to my madre, that I didn't know that that's what I actually wanted.
Her reaction was kind of a mix between thrown off, confused, and maybe even a little hurt (I wasn't sure) and she asked what I DID want to do then. So I said "I don't know, maybe something with music" and she started informing me what a not-so-great choice that was, and how she was so surprised I didn't want to be an a scientist of some sort (when I say scientist, I am mostly referring to animal/environmental science). So I said, in my sweet, gentle, un-stubborn and not-at-all blunt way: "Well, I don't."
Today, I was talking about how I didn't like the science class I'm taking and how I was glad it was almost over when she asked about me pursuing that career. I told her basically the same thing: I'm not really sure. And then, she said "Well, thats too bad, I think you have a knack for that kind of thing." ANd her voice was gentle and sad and...disappointed sounding. What? Why does she sound like that? I was thrown off, so I just said, in my once-again, sweet, gentle caring voice (please note the sarcasm) "Huh! Well I don't!" And then her voice drops even softer, and more of everything I listed up there, and she goes "Well, I do."
I tihnk she's trying to guilt trip me. That or she is super upset by this...which I can't understand.
So this threw my mind in turmoil, like Why are you trying to sound like that and since when was my future set in stone and why do you think I need to be someone like that anyways?!
I just don't get it. At all. Like Whaaaaaaaaatt?!
So that's my story for today.
This is a good song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RBM_srNAOk8 . It's one I'm learning on guitar. Actually, by the time I read, probably will be "learned". If that makes sense.
So today rant is about...
Careers. My future. Bleh.
You thought I was gonna type "Music" didn't you? HA! Caught you by surprise, future self!
So.
Sometime over the summer, I decided I wasn't quite as interested in science and stuff as I'd been before. I realized that I was still shooting for the science field purely out of habit, and that it wasn't actually something I absolutely unquestionably wanted. I started hesitating. When people asked me what I wanted to be when I "grow up" (I don't like that term a whole lot, because I'd rather not grow anymore in ANY direction, thanks) I kinda started saying "I'm not really sure yet."
Apparently, my parents weren't aware of this (probably cause they never happened to be around) and they tried to use that age-old "How are you ever going to become a ______ if you don't ________?" Except this time I was like "Well, i don't know that I want to be a scientist." And they still didn't get it, "Well, an animal cop or whatever". Yeah, not one of those either. "I don't know" basically, "I give up".
Then the same kind of situation arose a bit later (more recently) and after, i pointed out to my madre, that I didn't know that that's what I actually wanted.
Her reaction was kind of a mix between thrown off, confused, and maybe even a little hurt (I wasn't sure) and she asked what I DID want to do then. So I said "I don't know, maybe something with music" and she started informing me what a not-so-great choice that was, and how she was so surprised I didn't want to be an a scientist of some sort (when I say scientist, I am mostly referring to animal/environmental science). So I said, in my sweet, gentle, un-stubborn and not-at-all blunt way: "Well, I don't."
Today, I was talking about how I didn't like the science class I'm taking and how I was glad it was almost over when she asked about me pursuing that career. I told her basically the same thing: I'm not really sure. And then, she said "Well, thats too bad, I think you have a knack for that kind of thing." ANd her voice was gentle and sad and...disappointed sounding. What? Why does she sound like that? I was thrown off, so I just said, in my once-again, sweet, gentle caring voice (please note the sarcasm) "Huh! Well I don't!" And then her voice drops even softer, and more of everything I listed up there, and she goes "Well, I do."
I tihnk she's trying to guilt trip me. That or she is super upset by this...which I can't understand.
So this threw my mind in turmoil, like Why are you trying to sound like that and since when was my future set in stone and why do you think I need to be someone like that anyways?!
I just don't get it. At all. Like Whaaaaaaaaatt?!
So that's my story for today.
This is a good song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RBM_srNAOk8 . It's one I'm learning on guitar. Actually, by the time I read, probably will be "learned". If that makes sense.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Day 14: Okay...so I'm here because I'm bored, and I have nothing else to do
I want to be good at guitar so bad. I want to learn a song thats challenging to me...more finger-picking, palm-muting, and barre chords. Stuff I don't know very well.
Something to provide a challenge.
Hmm...
Side Note with no purpose what-so-ever: I love my collection of bracelets: I absolutely, completely and totally love them. I just love them!
Okay, but seriously: More then anything else right now, I want vocal lessons. Real vocal lessons so I can sing.
And a job-I'd like that too.
And a laptop.
And an electric guitar. Especially.
And to learn the drums.
And enough money to go to Steubenville and Notre Dame.
So I want a lot of things. I want a lot less of all the things I have that I don't really need or want.
I'm a very greedy person, aren't I? I should work on that.
Actually I take back what I want most.
What I want most is to be happy. Not just content, not just okay, not anything less: just happy.
Church stuff and music make me happy. God and music make me happy.
Everything i listed has something to do with music, even the laptop. (Though it's also a semi-truck-full load of convenient)
I do love the things I have though. Like my ACOUSTIC guitar.
Honestly, I have enough money to go buy an electric guitar. Maybe not a really nice one, but I could get a decent one. Right now.
But I don't want to risk not having enough money for something else...so I'm gonna wait 'til I'm pretty sure I'll have my Steubenville and Notre Dame trip covered before I spend it...
Decisions, decisions.
Anyways, I guess I'll post another day, hopefully about something more fascinating the not-even-half-way-completed-so-as-not-to-seem-too-greedy-list of things I want:)
Love, yourself
Something to provide a challenge.
Hmm...
Side Note with no purpose what-so-ever: I love my collection of bracelets: I absolutely, completely and totally love them. I just love them!
Okay, but seriously: More then anything else right now, I want vocal lessons. Real vocal lessons so I can sing.
And a job-I'd like that too.
And a laptop.
And an electric guitar. Especially.
And to learn the drums.
And enough money to go to Steubenville and Notre Dame.
So I want a lot of things. I want a lot less of all the things I have that I don't really need or want.
I'm a very greedy person, aren't I? I should work on that.
Actually I take back what I want most.
What I want most is to be happy. Not just content, not just okay, not anything less: just happy.
Church stuff and music make me happy. God and music make me happy.
Everything i listed has something to do with music, even the laptop. (Though it's also a semi-truck-full load of convenient)
I do love the things I have though. Like my ACOUSTIC guitar.
Honestly, I have enough money to go buy an electric guitar. Maybe not a really nice one, but I could get a decent one. Right now.
But I don't want to risk not having enough money for something else...so I'm gonna wait 'til I'm pretty sure I'll have my Steubenville and Notre Dame trip covered before I spend it...
Decisions, decisions.
Anyways, I guess I'll post another day, hopefully about something more fascinating the not-even-half-way-completed-so-as-not-to-seem-too-greedy-list of things I want:)
Love, yourself
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Day 13: So today it crossed my mind that I hadn't posted yesterday...so there will never be a day 12 on here.
It seems like its been a long morning considering I didn't actually crawl out if bed until about 9:30.
It's now almost 12 and I feel like I have been awake for much longer then 2 1/2 hours.
I thought I was going to have the house to myself today, but alas, my father is here, so I am not going to be so lucky. Oh well. I was looking forward to it, because i had the intention of playing guitar on the couch and messing around on the piano, and singing my head off...but it looks like that won't be happening.
I just might have to take a nap.
Okay: I want to write a song. I want it to be awesome and relatively easy to play, so I can fit something on the piano in there (maybe like a piano intro, that would be cool), then play mostly guitar. Just one little problem...
I don't know what to write about. I've never been a boy/girl relationship, so that cancels out everything along those lines (which happens to be like, the major topic of most songs).
I don't know anyone who is going through something super tough right now, or if they are, I don't know about it.
No one I'm close to has died recently.
Nothing sad or bad has happened to me in a while...I don't know what to write about.
Nothing super exciting has happened recently either...
I have nothing to write about
My life is just to good right now, I guess:)
In a way that kind sucks, but in a way, it really doesn't, because I don't WANT something bad to happen, I want something to write about.
Oh well...
So...
Bye.
It's now almost 12 and I feel like I have been awake for much longer then 2 1/2 hours.
I thought I was going to have the house to myself today, but alas, my father is here, so I am not going to be so lucky. Oh well. I was looking forward to it, because i had the intention of playing guitar on the couch and messing around on the piano, and singing my head off...but it looks like that won't be happening.
I just might have to take a nap.
Okay: I want to write a song. I want it to be awesome and relatively easy to play, so I can fit something on the piano in there (maybe like a piano intro, that would be cool), then play mostly guitar. Just one little problem...
I don't know what to write about. I've never been a boy/girl relationship, so that cancels out everything along those lines (which happens to be like, the major topic of most songs).
I don't know anyone who is going through something super tough right now, or if they are, I don't know about it.
No one I'm close to has died recently.
Nothing sad or bad has happened to me in a while...I don't know what to write about.
Nothing super exciting has happened recently either...
I have nothing to write about
My life is just to good right now, I guess:)
In a way that kind sucks, but in a way, it really doesn't, because I don't WANT something bad to happen, I want something to write about.
Oh well...
So...
Bye.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Day 11: Its 11:11 as I'm typing this actually:)
So today is a slow day right now. I found out I don't have to take an English Final...so I'm very happy about that:)
"Hey Soul Sister" (Train)=good to go! I've got it basically mastered, with the exception of a few mess-ups but I can play the song pretty darn well (for me anyways)
Today is not a very exciting day, in fact we have onthing going on, except school. I have a math assignment i want to complete, but I'm waiting for my teacher to k-mail me back...hopefully she will by 1, so I can get started.
I'm thinking about taking some other finals just to get them out of the way early, but I haven't decided whether I want to do that or not...I'm rather lazy:P
I think I'm going to work on the church song my teacher gave me on Friday, and the intro to "Not Good Enough For Truth In Cliche" (Escape The Fate).
I want to write a song and play it on piano...I think that'd be cool. Except I want to do it when I'm alone and it's quite so I can actually hear myself think...I'm not sure when and if I'll get that chance, but I really want to try.
I also want an electric guitar....which i have to buy with my own money...but guess what?? Job hunting is...19 days away today! So I get to find somewhere to make money, then I can save up for my guitar...I want one so bad.
ANd I think I'd be cool to learn how to play the drums...cause then I could save up and buy some recording stuff, nothing expensive just something that gets good sound, and record music with guitar, vocals and drums...how awesome...and maybe piano or keyboard, if I could figure something out.
How toatlly sweet would that be. Ikr?! It'd be awesome!
ANyways, I'm just thinking out loud...I wonder if I could record myself somewhere though...like church or something...hmm...
Okay, it's funny how I talk to myself just like I would talk to another person. I'll literally think "I'm just thinking"...the way I think and the way I talk are similar...I think the way I type is too, but I'm not really sure...anyways
I'm gonna go find something to do.
So long, wonderful ideas of mine. My poor head, it's a little messed up...I made a place on the internet JUST to talk to myself...that's just...kinda...whatever...
Wait, one more thing! I retook my personality quiz thing, and this is what I got:
People like you are independent, curious, and creative. You are very private and need plenty of time alone to think things through or tinker with the subjects and projects that really interest you. You tend to have a very small cluster of close, trusted friends and rarely initiate social activities. You need lots of space and don't like to be crowded or pressured to participate in social activities that are too hectic or superficial. You may have a real passion for science or the arts and enjoy learning new things. Inventive and imaginative, you make quick and insightful connections, and enjoy coming up with original solutions to problems. But you get bored quickly, dislike repetition, and may struggle to explain your ideas simply and clearly to other people.
You are also a super logical person and are able to remain calm and cool in almost any situation. Because you are bothered by unfairness and inconsistency, and are rarely influenced by other people's opinions, you can speak your mind honestly, if sometimes a bit bluntly. Above all, you strive to meet or exceed your own high standards rather than worry about trying to please others. But even your family and closest friends may not know how much you care about them because you rarely share your most private feelings. You easily see both sides of issues so you may enjoy debating, and you are great at finding the flaws in other people's arguments. Casual and unpredictable, you are highly adaptable and spontaneous. But your relaxed attitude about deadlines and neatness can make you run late or fail to follow through on commitments.
Note: Based on our assessment, your personality type is "INTP."
Your Strengths and Blindspots
Everyone has strengths and weaknesses. The key to finding the best path for all people is by using their natural strengths and becoming aware of their natural blindspots.
Your strengths may include:
* Seeing possibilities that don't yet exist.
* Looking down the road and having vision of where you may want to go.
* Designing a new program that meets your specific needs.
* Analyzing your choices objectively.
* Keeping your options open.
Your blindspots may include:
* Moving your plans from the "thinking" stage to the "doing" stage.
* Establishing realistic and achievable goals.
* Appearing overly confident or arrogant to people.
* Not following through on important details.
* Avoiding making decisions while you collects even more information.
Okay, bye
"Hey Soul Sister" (Train)=good to go! I've got it basically mastered, with the exception of a few mess-ups but I can play the song pretty darn well (for me anyways)
Today is not a very exciting day, in fact we have onthing going on, except school. I have a math assignment i want to complete, but I'm waiting for my teacher to k-mail me back...hopefully she will by 1, so I can get started.
I'm thinking about taking some other finals just to get them out of the way early, but I haven't decided whether I want to do that or not...I'm rather lazy:P
I think I'm going to work on the church song my teacher gave me on Friday, and the intro to "Not Good Enough For Truth In Cliche" (Escape The Fate).
I want to write a song and play it on piano...I think that'd be cool. Except I want to do it when I'm alone and it's quite so I can actually hear myself think...I'm not sure when and if I'll get that chance, but I really want to try.
I also want an electric guitar....which i have to buy with my own money...but guess what?? Job hunting is...19 days away today! So I get to find somewhere to make money, then I can save up for my guitar...I want one so bad.
ANd I think I'd be cool to learn how to play the drums...cause then I could save up and buy some recording stuff, nothing expensive just something that gets good sound, and record music with guitar, vocals and drums...how awesome...and maybe piano or keyboard, if I could figure something out.
How toatlly sweet would that be. Ikr?! It'd be awesome!
ANyways, I'm just thinking out loud...I wonder if I could record myself somewhere though...like church or something...hmm...
Okay, it's funny how I talk to myself just like I would talk to another person. I'll literally think "I'm just thinking"...the way I think and the way I talk are similar...I think the way I type is too, but I'm not really sure...anyways
I'm gonna go find something to do.
So long, wonderful ideas of mine. My poor head, it's a little messed up...I made a place on the internet JUST to talk to myself...that's just...kinda...whatever...
Wait, one more thing! I retook my personality quiz thing, and this is what I got:
People like you are independent, curious, and creative. You are very private and need plenty of time alone to think things through or tinker with the subjects and projects that really interest you. You tend to have a very small cluster of close, trusted friends and rarely initiate social activities. You need lots of space and don't like to be crowded or pressured to participate in social activities that are too hectic or superficial. You may have a real passion for science or the arts and enjoy learning new things. Inventive and imaginative, you make quick and insightful connections, and enjoy coming up with original solutions to problems. But you get bored quickly, dislike repetition, and may struggle to explain your ideas simply and clearly to other people.
You are also a super logical person and are able to remain calm and cool in almost any situation. Because you are bothered by unfairness and inconsistency, and are rarely influenced by other people's opinions, you can speak your mind honestly, if sometimes a bit bluntly. Above all, you strive to meet or exceed your own high standards rather than worry about trying to please others. But even your family and closest friends may not know how much you care about them because you rarely share your most private feelings. You easily see both sides of issues so you may enjoy debating, and you are great at finding the flaws in other people's arguments. Casual and unpredictable, you are highly adaptable and spontaneous. But your relaxed attitude about deadlines and neatness can make you run late or fail to follow through on commitments.
Note: Based on our assessment, your personality type is "INTP."
Your Strengths and Blindspots
Everyone has strengths and weaknesses. The key to finding the best path for all people is by using their natural strengths and becoming aware of their natural blindspots.
Your strengths may include:
* Seeing possibilities that don't yet exist.
* Looking down the road and having vision of where you may want to go.
* Designing a new program that meets your specific needs.
* Analyzing your choices objectively.
* Keeping your options open.
Your blindspots may include:
* Moving your plans from the "thinking" stage to the "doing" stage.
* Establishing realistic and achievable goals.
* Appearing overly confident or arrogant to people.
* Not following through on important details.
* Avoiding making decisions while you collects even more information.
Okay, bye
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Day #10: The big ONE OH!
I don't really have anything to rant about right now...I'm sure I could come up with something if I wanted, but I won't. For now anyways:P
Youth group is tonight, so I am looking forward to this evening, just like every other youth group night.
My fingers are killing my right now because I've played "Hey Soul Sister" (Train) so many times, I can't even count...but it's coming along quite nicely. I started it Monday night, and today is Wednesday morning and i can play the whole thing through with only a few mess-ups (both in the lyrics and the guitar playing). I struggle the most with the bridge, because I actually really, truly attempted the bridge for the firs time this morning (I'd had a go at it before but decided to get the verses right first)...so hopefully it will be sounding much better by tonight. It's a very fun song to play, 'cause its a little bit more energetic the others like "The Man Who Can't Be Moved" (The Script) and "We Are Broken" (Paramore)...I don't know if it's got quite the energy "Dynamite" (Taio Cruz) has though.
Haha, I just listed the main songs I've been working on lately...latelyish...in the last couple months...:)
We have another light load of school today, though not as light as I'd like (I'd rather it was summer vacation already).
I'm so ready to go to PC. I'm tired of CAVA and being home-schooled. I don't like it at all, and I'm so ready to get out. To have to wait a whole semester before I can leave this home-school thing behind? It seems like forever. I want to take my test, pass, and drop out asap. But my birthday is over a month before the test, and I don't get results from the test until over a month after I take it...which leaves me knowing whether I passed or not in late April, and school gets out about 6 weeks later...so I'm stuck with another semester:(
Okay, no more wallowing in self-pity. Compared to lots of other people in the world, my problems are nothing. There are people out there who would give anything to live a life like mine, so I can't really complain.
So yeah. I guess that's all I have to say.
And I have, like, the strangest toes...they're so weird.
Just sayin'.
Youth group is tonight, so I am looking forward to this evening, just like every other youth group night.
My fingers are killing my right now because I've played "Hey Soul Sister" (Train) so many times, I can't even count...but it's coming along quite nicely. I started it Monday night, and today is Wednesday morning and i can play the whole thing through with only a few mess-ups (both in the lyrics and the guitar playing). I struggle the most with the bridge, because I actually really, truly attempted the bridge for the firs time this morning (I'd had a go at it before but decided to get the verses right first)...so hopefully it will be sounding much better by tonight. It's a very fun song to play, 'cause its a little bit more energetic the others like "The Man Who Can't Be Moved" (The Script) and "We Are Broken" (Paramore)...I don't know if it's got quite the energy "Dynamite" (Taio Cruz) has though.
Haha, I just listed the main songs I've been working on lately...latelyish...in the last couple months...:)
We have another light load of school today, though not as light as I'd like (I'd rather it was summer vacation already).
I'm so ready to go to PC. I'm tired of CAVA and being home-schooled. I don't like it at all, and I'm so ready to get out. To have to wait a whole semester before I can leave this home-school thing behind? It seems like forever. I want to take my test, pass, and drop out asap. But my birthday is over a month before the test, and I don't get results from the test until over a month after I take it...which leaves me knowing whether I passed or not in late April, and school gets out about 6 weeks later...so I'm stuck with another semester:(
Okay, no more wallowing in self-pity. Compared to lots of other people in the world, my problems are nothing. There are people out there who would give anything to live a life like mine, so I can't really complain.
So yeah. I guess that's all I have to say.
And I have, like, the strangest toes...they're so weird.
Just sayin'.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Day 9: I have a flea bite on my leg and it itches!
I tried taking a nap in the school room, because then Jack could stay with me and hopefully he wouldn't howl or anything (he does that whenever someone leaves). I guess he has a minor case of fleas, because i woke up with a flea bite on my leg, that itches so insanely BAD! I keep scratching it unconsciously, then realize what I'm doing and stop. Ugh, it's bugging me so bad!!
Yesterday I started learning "Hey Soul Sister"(Train) on guitar. It's pretty upbeat and fun to play:)
I'm planing on taking my guitar to Steubeville San Diego this year, since I saw so many kids with their guitars last year, and I was dying to play, but I couldn't because all the guitars were right-handed.
So Bailey is coming with me this year, and she is going to be carried all over the campus. And whoever I room with is going to have to be willing to put up with my playing...Mwahahahahaha!!!!
Haha, I'll probably give them warning first, if we get to choose our room-mates again this year:)
If not, whoever is put with me is gonna have to tough it out...poor them. Hopefully they aren't to big on sleeping, and are really big on singing, 'cause I'm gonna be teaching them some songs:)
It'll be fun...I really can't wait!
Sadly, I can't bring Bailey to Notre Dame, cause I have to way to fly it there, unless i want to pay an additional large amount of money for transportation...and if I let her out of my sight, I would be paranoid about her getting stolen...the entire time I'd be completely freaking out.
Ugh, it sounds horrible just thinking about it. I wish there was some way I could bring her though...like, I wish they'd let me take her on the plane with me. That would be perfect...but since she won't fit under the seat or in the luggage thing above (she would, but she' take up a whole space practically), I don't think they'd let me take her:(
To bad she doesn't fold in half or something.
Oh well.
Everything will be exactly how it should be, so I shouldn't worry about it:)
I already know this, but I feel like some explanation is due...my guitar? Yeah, her name is Bailey. So when I say "Bailey", I mean my guitar, okay? okay.
Yesterday I started learning "Hey Soul Sister"(Train) on guitar. It's pretty upbeat and fun to play:)
I'm planing on taking my guitar to Steubeville San Diego this year, since I saw so many kids with their guitars last year, and I was dying to play, but I couldn't because all the guitars were right-handed.
So Bailey is coming with me this year, and she is going to be carried all over the campus. And whoever I room with is going to have to be willing to put up with my playing...Mwahahahahaha!!!!
Haha, I'll probably give them warning first, if we get to choose our room-mates again this year:)
If not, whoever is put with me is gonna have to tough it out...poor them. Hopefully they aren't to big on sleeping, and are really big on singing, 'cause I'm gonna be teaching them some songs:)
It'll be fun...I really can't wait!
Sadly, I can't bring Bailey to Notre Dame, cause I have to way to fly it there, unless i want to pay an additional large amount of money for transportation...and if I let her out of my sight, I would be paranoid about her getting stolen...the entire time I'd be completely freaking out.
Ugh, it sounds horrible just thinking about it. I wish there was some way I could bring her though...like, I wish they'd let me take her on the plane with me. That would be perfect...but since she won't fit under the seat or in the luggage thing above (she would, but she' take up a whole space practically), I don't think they'd let me take her:(
To bad she doesn't fold in half or something.
Oh well.
Everything will be exactly how it should be, so I shouldn't worry about it:)
I already know this, but I feel like some explanation is due...my guitar? Yeah, her name is Bailey. So when I say "Bailey", I mean my guitar, okay? okay.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Day #8: Soooo...
Its about lunchtime and I'm starving.
Today is a holiday, so we have no school, which is fantastic!
I have something to write about...guess what it has to do with? Yep, music:)
And choir. Mostly choir. Which is music, so we're all good.
First, things I know:
1. I love playing guitar (I don't get to very often in choir, but I do occasionally, and I hopefully will more as my skill level progresses).
2. I love singing (Sometimes aka most of the time, I would rather sing in a different range, but singing in that range in good for me, and it's challenging).
3. I will take any excuse to sing and any chance to play my guitar (unless if I'm given lots of spotlight) because I love it that much. When I'm bored, when I'm thinking about things, when I'm angry, when I want to get away from everyone, when I'm happy, when I'm alone, even when I'm tired, I play guitar or sing...or usually both.
I'm not really sure where I'm going with all this. Let me try again.
Even typing this feels like I'm violating my own trust, but here goes: Playing guitar and singing is something deeply personal to me. Because every emotion I feel, any time I play, it relaxes me, it brings me comfort, and it makes me feel good about myself. not that I can do it WELL, but that I DO it. So sometimes I want to play for me friends and family. I'm like, "hey, look what I can do, doesn't this sound awesome?" or I simply want someone, anyone, to hear what I'm working on, because it gives it more meaning: it brings me and them together, it gives us something to talk about.
On the other hand, I don't want to feel pressured into playing/singing, because it's something I do for myself. It's MY thing. And I feel like they're invading my personal space when all their eyes turn on me. Or when I'm in choir and I have to stand higher then everyone else, I feel like my boundaries are being violated. I don't know why, I just do. To describe it more thoroughly, I feel like I'm being pushed into an uncomfortable position (because I'm not used to standing that high up, and being able to see everyone I can see) then told to dig into my personal space even further, and sing out so everyone can hear me, even the people in the choir.
Now, singing into a mic in the choir loft with the church full of people? No problem, I can't see them each individually, so the numbers don't seem as bad. Stand behind the folks in the choir loft, and sing so everyone up there can hear me? Not on your life. With all their judging eyeballs? I'll pass, thanks.
I wouldn't say I'm afraid of their judgment, more like...I don't want a reputation as the girl who sings (poorly or not). I don't want anyone to set standards for me, that I'd feel like I have to live up to. Before I get any sort of reputation, I want to be sure of myself. I'm the only one who can decide when that self-confidence in my musical capabilities comes, and it hasn't come yet.
I don't want to be the best, or ever feel like I've reached the top. Once I reach the top, I tend to start slacking on whatever it is. I want to have something to show for myself, when I say "I love playing guitar and singing" I want other people to be able to see it.
So I guess that's my goal. Without intentionally pointing out that I love playing guitar and singing, I want people to realize how much I love it when they hear me.
I'm not sure how I got all the way from choir to my goal, but I managed so here it is. Post number 8.
Later,
Today is a holiday, so we have no school, which is fantastic!
I have something to write about...guess what it has to do with? Yep, music:)
And choir. Mostly choir. Which is music, so we're all good.
First, things I know:
1. I love playing guitar (I don't get to very often in choir, but I do occasionally, and I hopefully will more as my skill level progresses).
2. I love singing (Sometimes aka most of the time, I would rather sing in a different range, but singing in that range in good for me, and it's challenging).
3. I will take any excuse to sing and any chance to play my guitar (unless if I'm given lots of spotlight) because I love it that much. When I'm bored, when I'm thinking about things, when I'm angry, when I want to get away from everyone, when I'm happy, when I'm alone, even when I'm tired, I play guitar or sing...or usually both.
I'm not really sure where I'm going with all this. Let me try again.
Even typing this feels like I'm violating my own trust, but here goes: Playing guitar and singing is something deeply personal to me. Because every emotion I feel, any time I play, it relaxes me, it brings me comfort, and it makes me feel good about myself. not that I can do it WELL, but that I DO it. So sometimes I want to play for me friends and family. I'm like, "hey, look what I can do, doesn't this sound awesome?" or I simply want someone, anyone, to hear what I'm working on, because it gives it more meaning: it brings me and them together, it gives us something to talk about.
On the other hand, I don't want to feel pressured into playing/singing, because it's something I do for myself. It's MY thing. And I feel like they're invading my personal space when all their eyes turn on me. Or when I'm in choir and I have to stand higher then everyone else, I feel like my boundaries are being violated. I don't know why, I just do. To describe it more thoroughly, I feel like I'm being pushed into an uncomfortable position (because I'm not used to standing that high up, and being able to see everyone I can see) then told to dig into my personal space even further, and sing out so everyone can hear me, even the people in the choir.
Now, singing into a mic in the choir loft with the church full of people? No problem, I can't see them each individually, so the numbers don't seem as bad. Stand behind the folks in the choir loft, and sing so everyone up there can hear me? Not on your life. With all their judging eyeballs? I'll pass, thanks.
I wouldn't say I'm afraid of their judgment, more like...I don't want a reputation as the girl who sings (poorly or not). I don't want anyone to set standards for me, that I'd feel like I have to live up to. Before I get any sort of reputation, I want to be sure of myself. I'm the only one who can decide when that self-confidence in my musical capabilities comes, and it hasn't come yet.
I don't want to be the best, or ever feel like I've reached the top. Once I reach the top, I tend to start slacking on whatever it is. I want to have something to show for myself, when I say "I love playing guitar and singing" I want other people to be able to see it.
So I guess that's my goal. Without intentionally pointing out that I love playing guitar and singing, I want people to realize how much I love it when they hear me.
I'm not sure how I got all the way from choir to my goal, but I managed so here it is. Post number 8.
Later,
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Day #7: One week!
I have posted successfully every day for one week!!!!
This is rather incredible, seeing as I usually don't stick to talking to myself for that long.
Right now, I'm probably supposed to be getting ready for church (I have to be there much earlier then usual for choir practice)
But instead, I'm stopping in to say "hi".
So hi.
It's funny, I've actually sent an email to my future self before, and I got it (it was rather lame, just me saying hi cause i was bored) but the funny thing was, I wanted to find a way to say hi back. But that wouldnt make any sense. It's weird though, that desire to talk to your past.
Anyways, guitar is going good, still strumming away...I actually think i'll go do that after I get ready for church...
So goodbye:)
Sorry this isn't saying much
Oh, and bowling was really fun the other night:)
PEACE:P
This is rather incredible, seeing as I usually don't stick to talking to myself for that long.
Right now, I'm probably supposed to be getting ready for church (I have to be there much earlier then usual for choir practice)
But instead, I'm stopping in to say "hi".
So hi.
It's funny, I've actually sent an email to my future self before, and I got it (it was rather lame, just me saying hi cause i was bored) but the funny thing was, I wanted to find a way to say hi back. But that wouldnt make any sense. It's weird though, that desire to talk to your past.
Anyways, guitar is going good, still strumming away...I actually think i'll go do that after I get ready for church...
So goodbye:)
Sorry this isn't saying much
Oh, and bowling was really fun the other night:)
PEACE:P
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Day #6: Posting like this makes me feel like I'm counting the days for a REASON. Well, I'm not. That I know of anyway.
So apparently i have a bad habit of saying "like". Apparently, I say "like" in almost every sentence I use. Apparently, saying "like" a lot is extremely annoying to some people.
Honestly, I never even hear myself say it. Maybe once or twice, but usually I don't even notice it.
It is extremely frustrating to my madre, because she finds it annoying, and I don't even hear it. SO every time I try to have a conversation with her about anything (important or unimportant) she goes "STOP IT! Stop saying "like" in every sentence you say. Try saying just ONE sentence without "like" in it." And I go "Okay, whatever, nevermind, just forget I said anything." And then I walk away. I don't know her take on it, but my take is this: Yes, it might be annoying. But thats rather irrelevant. I'm not doing it on purpose, and I'm TRYING to talk to you. Now hardly seems the time to correct me on my grammar.
But anyways.
Going bowling tonight:) It'll be fun:) My stomach is currently stuffed full of pea soup, and bread...I think I'm going to pop...
Music is going good. I might be playing and singing "We are broken" (Paramore) at the rehearsal thing in March. I'm gonna keep up with practicing that, and hopefully expand m vocal range a little more, so I can perfect the song. I just have that one part where I switch to head voice. Oh yeah-it's called head voice and chest voice. I want to sing the song all chest voice cause it sounds better that way. My guitar teacher said that if I try to hard to stretch my range I could end up damaging my vocal chords/throat so I have to be careful. I'm not sure HOW I'm supposed to be careful, so I'm still practicing like I have been, and its working pretty decently so far, so I'm assuming whatever I'm doing isn't bad. But I've become more aware of how it feels when I sing, just in case something ever feels wrong.
I've decided I'm going to ask people to critique me when I sing, so I can try to do better. I haven't actually sang for anyone in a while, and I'm not gonna rush it, but if I get the chance, I'll ask someone too.
I really am falling in love with this whole music thing. Like, music, school, and church...thats all I do.
It's weird though, I was never the one to LOVE music, Gryphon was. I never was really that interested in various bands, and new "in" stuff. I never really wanted an ipod or anything like that.
But I also think it's different. Gryphon loves listening to music, finding new bands, dancing to music, and enjoying it.
I prefer playing music, singing music, strumming random chords, picking random notes, writing music (though Im not very good at it) and creating music.
She wants to be on the stage, with the fame.
I want to be far far away from the stage, with me and the music I can make.
She wants to travel with it, and make a living off of it, and talk to her fans about it.
I want to travel cause I like traveling, and I don't want to make a living off of it, I'd rather have a job, unless strangers suddenly became super nice and just handed my wads of cash. And I don't want a ton of people mobbing me, and shouting my name.
She wants to share it with people, and have a band, and laugh and have a good time, and constantly be busy with it.
I would share it, would be part of a band, but I'm not burning with desire for that. I think just playing it will be good enough, and sometimes I want to have nothing to do, no commitments, so I drop a couple hours playing on the corner.
I think both ways are fine. Both types of people totally love music. But they're two different ways of expressing that love. There are probably more ways, but these are the two major ones in my life.
So, the way Gryphon listens to music, and keeps up with the bands lives, and stuff corresponds with what she can see herself doing in the future, and how her fans would react.
The way I listen to music, and don't bother with their lives, and stuff like that, relates to how I would play music in the future, and how my fans to react. (Notice that I didn't leave much room for fans TO react. Thats cause I don't really want them)
So it's easier for Gryphon to express her love for music cause she knows pretty much everything about the bands/singers, and knows of a lot of different people in the genres she listens to. Whereas I don't because I love it in a different way.
Speaking of our differences, this is my personality test from the beginning of freshman year. I think I've changed a lot but I still have the same roots:
People like you are quiet, serious, and independent. You are super-observant but keep most of your reactions, thoughts, and opinions to yourself. When you do speak, you tend to be literal, matter-of-fact, and honest, and avoid small talk. People see you as totally calm and even tempered, and even your family and closest friends rarely know what you're feeling. When you do speak your mind, you are truthful to the point of bluntness. You may be baffled about why people take offense or otherwise react emotionally, and you may sometimes think relationships are too complex and confusing. Because you are naturally private, you avoid big social gatherings and would rather spend time alone or with a good friend, actively pursuing a particular interest. You enjoy the outdoors, physical activities, or adventures that have a certain element of risk. You approach problems with curiosity logic, and skill, it's very likely you're good with your hands.
You are also an easy going and casual person who doesn't like a lot of rules, structure, or restrictions on your freedom. You like to explore, have fun, and follow your impulses rather than live by any one else's expectations or standards. Since you prize your independence, you rarely impose yourself or your beliefs on other people. While you are amazingly adaptive and able to turn on a dime, you often have trouble making decisions or following through on projects that don't interest you. Sometimes you get distracted and forget your commitments. But luckily, you are so resourceful that you are often able to improvise your way out of jams.
Note: Based on our assessment, your personality type is "ISTP."
Your Strengths and Blindspots:
Everyone has strengths and weaknesses. The key to finding the best path for all people is by using their natural strengths and becoming aware of their natural blindspots.
Your strengths may include:
* Gathering and remembering relevant data and facts.
* Demonstrating your skill at being able to quickly solve problems.
* Being able to recall and recite important facts that make you look good.
* Being responsive to people's questions.
* Representing yourself as an honest and straightforward person.
Your blindspots may include:
* Not thinking enough about, or planning for your future needs.
* Not considering possibilities that don't exist at that moment.
* Appearing not to be excited and enthusiastic during conversations.
* Not being adequately prepared.
* Procrastinating and not making important decisions in a timely manner.
So that basically concludes my thoughts and post for the day:) Just something I've been thinking about lately
Honestly, I never even hear myself say it. Maybe once or twice, but usually I don't even notice it.
It is extremely frustrating to my madre, because she finds it annoying, and I don't even hear it. SO every time I try to have a conversation with her about anything (important or unimportant) she goes "STOP IT! Stop saying "like" in every sentence you say. Try saying just ONE sentence without "like" in it." And I go "Okay, whatever, nevermind, just forget I said anything." And then I walk away. I don't know her take on it, but my take is this: Yes, it might be annoying. But thats rather irrelevant. I'm not doing it on purpose, and I'm TRYING to talk to you. Now hardly seems the time to correct me on my grammar.
But anyways.
Going bowling tonight:) It'll be fun:) My stomach is currently stuffed full of pea soup, and bread...I think I'm going to pop...
Music is going good. I might be playing and singing "We are broken" (Paramore) at the rehearsal thing in March. I'm gonna keep up with practicing that, and hopefully expand m vocal range a little more, so I can perfect the song. I just have that one part where I switch to head voice. Oh yeah-it's called head voice and chest voice. I want to sing the song all chest voice cause it sounds better that way. My guitar teacher said that if I try to hard to stretch my range I could end up damaging my vocal chords/throat so I have to be careful. I'm not sure HOW I'm supposed to be careful, so I'm still practicing like I have been, and its working pretty decently so far, so I'm assuming whatever I'm doing isn't bad. But I've become more aware of how it feels when I sing, just in case something ever feels wrong.
I've decided I'm going to ask people to critique me when I sing, so I can try to do better. I haven't actually sang for anyone in a while, and I'm not gonna rush it, but if I get the chance, I'll ask someone too.
I really am falling in love with this whole music thing. Like, music, school, and church...thats all I do.
It's weird though, I was never the one to LOVE music, Gryphon was. I never was really that interested in various bands, and new "in" stuff. I never really wanted an ipod or anything like that.
But I also think it's different. Gryphon loves listening to music, finding new bands, dancing to music, and enjoying it.
I prefer playing music, singing music, strumming random chords, picking random notes, writing music (though Im not very good at it) and creating music.
She wants to be on the stage, with the fame.
I want to be far far away from the stage, with me and the music I can make.
She wants to travel with it, and make a living off of it, and talk to her fans about it.
I want to travel cause I like traveling, and I don't want to make a living off of it, I'd rather have a job, unless strangers suddenly became super nice and just handed my wads of cash. And I don't want a ton of people mobbing me, and shouting my name.
She wants to share it with people, and have a band, and laugh and have a good time, and constantly be busy with it.
I would share it, would be part of a band, but I'm not burning with desire for that. I think just playing it will be good enough, and sometimes I want to have nothing to do, no commitments, so I drop a couple hours playing on the corner.
I think both ways are fine. Both types of people totally love music. But they're two different ways of expressing that love. There are probably more ways, but these are the two major ones in my life.
So, the way Gryphon listens to music, and keeps up with the bands lives, and stuff corresponds with what she can see herself doing in the future, and how her fans would react.
The way I listen to music, and don't bother with their lives, and stuff like that, relates to how I would play music in the future, and how my fans to react. (Notice that I didn't leave much room for fans TO react. Thats cause I don't really want them)
So it's easier for Gryphon to express her love for music cause she knows pretty much everything about the bands/singers, and knows of a lot of different people in the genres she listens to. Whereas I don't because I love it in a different way.
Speaking of our differences, this is my personality test from the beginning of freshman year. I think I've changed a lot but I still have the same roots:
People like you are quiet, serious, and independent. You are super-observant but keep most of your reactions, thoughts, and opinions to yourself. When you do speak, you tend to be literal, matter-of-fact, and honest, and avoid small talk. People see you as totally calm and even tempered, and even your family and closest friends rarely know what you're feeling. When you do speak your mind, you are truthful to the point of bluntness. You may be baffled about why people take offense or otherwise react emotionally, and you may sometimes think relationships are too complex and confusing. Because you are naturally private, you avoid big social gatherings and would rather spend time alone or with a good friend, actively pursuing a particular interest. You enjoy the outdoors, physical activities, or adventures that have a certain element of risk. You approach problems with curiosity logic, and skill, it's very likely you're good with your hands.
You are also an easy going and casual person who doesn't like a lot of rules, structure, or restrictions on your freedom. You like to explore, have fun, and follow your impulses rather than live by any one else's expectations or standards. Since you prize your independence, you rarely impose yourself or your beliefs on other people. While you are amazingly adaptive and able to turn on a dime, you often have trouble making decisions or following through on projects that don't interest you. Sometimes you get distracted and forget your commitments. But luckily, you are so resourceful that you are often able to improvise your way out of jams.
Note: Based on our assessment, your personality type is "ISTP."
Your Strengths and Blindspots:
Everyone has strengths and weaknesses. The key to finding the best path for all people is by using their natural strengths and becoming aware of their natural blindspots.
Your strengths may include:
* Gathering and remembering relevant data and facts.
* Demonstrating your skill at being able to quickly solve problems.
* Being able to recall and recite important facts that make you look good.
* Being responsive to people's questions.
* Representing yourself as an honest and straightforward person.
Your blindspots may include:
* Not thinking enough about, or planning for your future needs.
* Not considering possibilities that don't exist at that moment.
* Appearing not to be excited and enthusiastic during conversations.
* Not being adequately prepared.
* Procrastinating and not making important decisions in a timely manner.
So that basically concludes my thoughts and post for the day:) Just something I've been thinking about lately
Friday, January 14, 2011
Day #5: Got nothing to do this morning so what the hey:P
Yes, that would be why I'm here.
Guitar lessons, and school today...nothing else that I know of. Well, like sleep, but that's kinda a given:)
I painted my nails yesterday, and I kinda like them:) My index finger, middle finger, and ring finger are all red and my pinkies are black (both colors are kinda sparkly, but not really). My thumbs are slanted half and half of both colors (black on top, red on bottom), and the slants go in opposite directions.
This was one of the highlights of my day....:/
[-_-]
-[__]-
l l
Look, I made a little robot (I got the idea from someone else)
I still have my magic mountain bracelet on right now, the little paper one that allowed me to go into the park? Yeah, its still attached to my wrist...2 months, 8 days and still counting:)
Okay, I'm gonna warm up on my guitar a bit before lessons, then probably do something else.
Well, thats all I have for right now future self.
Post here tomorrow. I'm planning on it anyways:)
Guitar lessons, and school today...nothing else that I know of. Well, like sleep, but that's kinda a given:)
I painted my nails yesterday, and I kinda like them:) My index finger, middle finger, and ring finger are all red and my pinkies are black (both colors are kinda sparkly, but not really). My thumbs are slanted half and half of both colors (black on top, red on bottom), and the slants go in opposite directions.
This was one of the highlights of my day....:/
[-_-]
-[__]-
l l
Look, I made a little robot (I got the idea from someone else)
I still have my magic mountain bracelet on right now, the little paper one that allowed me to go into the park? Yeah, its still attached to my wrist...2 months, 8 days and still counting:)
Okay, I'm gonna warm up on my guitar a bit before lessons, then probably do something else.
Well, thats all I have for right now future self.
Post here tomorrow. I'm planning on it anyways:)
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Day #4
Wow, it feels like I just started this thing yesterday, but that was 4 days ago. Goes to show how much I time I waste everyday.
Right now, I'm waiting for (and hoping) my presentation loads via email for homeroom...I was bored of staring at the screen and i don't want to do math, so I was like "Hey, now's a good time to go post on that blog you created and want to try and stay on top of". I do want to keep up with this thing, I really do. So I'm trying very hard to do that.
I realized last night how good other people are at music. I'm mean, compared to them, I suck. I have NOTHING on some of the everyday people out there. Like, nothing.
But the sad part, or maybe not the sad part, maybe the good part, maybe the pitiful part, I don't know, the "part" is....
I don't care. I love that they are talented. I like some of their music. But I love singing and playing guitar so much, that I don't care if I suck compared to them. It doesn't matter. They don't need to know how much I am totally loving this music-making thing. I'll get better: heck, I get better every day. I can hear it. I can feel it in my fingertips (literally) when I play.
I want to share it with people who are the same way, or even people who aren't. That's why the corner of the sidewalk and the outside of gas stations are so appealing. 'Cause i could sit there and sing, and watch them stare at me. I don't want them to tell me I'm good, I have a long ways to go, I'm SO FAR from good, I just want them to hear me, and tell me what I do wrong, to challenge me, and push me to be better. I want to mount this ladder of musical abilities and just keep climbing.
I have the opportunity to learn more praise and worship type songs, and I want to take advantage of that.
Would I play at events? If someone asked me too, and I felt prepared.
Would I be in a band? If they were people I could relate to, and people who could challenge me and vise versa.
Would I want to perform? Perform....on the corner? Yes. At a big event? No. For friends? It depends...will they push me to be better, or try to flatter me?
Not that I don't want to hear nice things. Of course I do. But one thing I appreciate above all else is honesty, and if I don't think you're being honest, I'm not gonna be flattered, I'm gonna be like "Nope" or "Thanks...(yeah NOT true)"
Because if I was famous, and you heard me on the radio, would you say "oh, they're really good" or would you say "hmm, they're okay" or would you change the channel?
Not that I will ever be famous. No. In the highly unlikely chance that it was ever ever ever offered to me, I would say no.
Would I record music? Duh, yeah. It's kinda my passion, here.
Would I promote albums and be on stage and make lots of money? Oh dear, please NO.
I don' like the idea of having to work my butt off to please people. Please yourselves, I'm not your servant!
It's funny and kinda sad, that every topic I write about here turns straight to my black hole of love for music. Like, I don't think there's a way to possibly measure it. But I should stop writing about this, 'cause eventually I'm gonna bore myself to death. Actually, I'm not sure that's possible. I love reading what I write, not matter what it's about, even stupid stuff so I'm sure I'll look back and read all this one day.
But anyways, I should be doing math, but I'm gonna go play my guitar instead, so...yeahhhh
Anyways
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Day #3
So I was just on www.sixbillionsecrets.com and I read this post. I'm assuming the author won't mind me writing about it.
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...
All I can think is "wow". I mean, I'm not even sure what to think
It kinda makes me think about life though. Like, everything that life is made up to be? It's all fake. Those magazines with stunningly beautiful girls, all the hair products and different brands of make-up? None of it means anything. Not when you're dying.
I think there's a lot of meaning behind this post. First is exactly like the person said, how she is beautiful because of her disease. The second is that regardless of being small and pale and pretty, she is dead. If you cover who you are, and buy into all the crap that life has to offer you, you're dead. You might be considered the most beautiful girl in the world, but all the flaws that made you yourself are gone. YOU are dead. Your soul, the piece of you that really counts: it's gone.
She looks like a broken angel, stuck, never to get out of the condition she's in. Isn't that how we all are?
Before I donated my hair, I always complained about it. It never straightened right. Pieces of my bangs went the wrong way. It was way to thick. It wasn't the same color, and it looked fake. It got floofy unless I was careful, or put hairspray in it. I never had time to make it look cute because it was to much work.
The second the lady cut my hair, and handed it to me, I held it in my fingers and realized I've never seen more beautiful hair. The sweet, honey-colored highlights blended with the darker ones so beautifully. It was thick, yes, but it was so so so beautiful! It was straight, and long and silky, and soft to the touch. In those few moments I held my hair, I realized just how blessed I was to have it.
And now it will be at least another year or two before I have it the same again. I'm stuck with a short little ponytail for a while. But it took that for me. I had to be without it before i realized how lucky I was to have it. And I realized, if I was the cancer patient to receive my hair, I would love it for its thickness, and its highlighted-looking coloring.
I think that the girl who posted this secret is pointing out how she achieved her dream: she looks beautiful, how she's always wanted to look. But it's not her. And she would rather be herself, flaws and all, then be "beautiful".
That's what I made of the story anyways.
"
I'm pretty now.
Skinny, frail, pale.
I look like an angel.
That is, if you can't see the IV pouring drugs into my arm.
If you can see the scars that criscross my chest.
If you can't see the cancer slowly building up in my heart.
See my cancer made me pretty, but it also makes me dead."
Skinny, frail, pale.
I look like an angel.
That is, if you can't see the IV pouring drugs into my arm.
If you can see the scars that criscross my chest.
If you can't see the cancer slowly building up in my heart.
See my cancer made me pretty, but it also makes me dead."
...
All I can think is "wow". I mean, I'm not even sure what to think
It kinda makes me think about life though. Like, everything that life is made up to be? It's all fake. Those magazines with stunningly beautiful girls, all the hair products and different brands of make-up? None of it means anything. Not when you're dying.
I think there's a lot of meaning behind this post. First is exactly like the person said, how she is beautiful because of her disease. The second is that regardless of being small and pale and pretty, she is dead. If you cover who you are, and buy into all the crap that life has to offer you, you're dead. You might be considered the most beautiful girl in the world, but all the flaws that made you yourself are gone. YOU are dead. Your soul, the piece of you that really counts: it's gone.
She looks like a broken angel, stuck, never to get out of the condition she's in. Isn't that how we all are?
Before I donated my hair, I always complained about it. It never straightened right. Pieces of my bangs went the wrong way. It was way to thick. It wasn't the same color, and it looked fake. It got floofy unless I was careful, or put hairspray in it. I never had time to make it look cute because it was to much work.
The second the lady cut my hair, and handed it to me, I held it in my fingers and realized I've never seen more beautiful hair. The sweet, honey-colored highlights blended with the darker ones so beautifully. It was thick, yes, but it was so so so beautiful! It was straight, and long and silky, and soft to the touch. In those few moments I held my hair, I realized just how blessed I was to have it.
And now it will be at least another year or two before I have it the same again. I'm stuck with a short little ponytail for a while. But it took that for me. I had to be without it before i realized how lucky I was to have it. And I realized, if I was the cancer patient to receive my hair, I would love it for its thickness, and its highlighted-looking coloring.
I think that the girl who posted this secret is pointing out how she achieved her dream: she looks beautiful, how she's always wanted to look. But it's not her. And she would rather be herself, flaws and all, then be "beautiful".
That's what I made of the story anyways.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Day #2:)
So todays schoolwork load is much lighter. I actually don't even have to do anything for PE (aside from the regular), Environmental Science isn't assigned today, and American Literature is optional:) So I did Modern World Studies, and some Spanish, and now all I have left is Algebra11 class and homework, and a little bit of Spanish...:) So I'm pretty happy about that.
Music-wise: Lately I've being working on Paramore's "We are broken". I'm kinda loving that song, both the lyrics, and the strum. It's challenging but relaxing at the same time. My vocal range has expanded slightly since a couple weeks ago (thankfully) and so I still sound crappy when I sing it, but it's not as bad as it was at first. The guitar part I'm pretty comfortable with-I mess up here and there, but overall I think I've got it pretty much down.
I want to cover some more popular songs like "Hey, soul sister" (Train) and "Just the way you are" (Bruno Mars) so that when I play for other folks and people, they will be able to recognize it.
Jayde asked me to be her confirmation sponsor... wow, I was surprised, so I told her to pray about it, but yes, I would be more then happy to be her sponsor.
That sentence didn't make any sense, but you get the idea. Or should I say I get the idea. You know? Whatever.
Anyways, I should resume school (bleh) so I must stop this talking to myself habit for now:P
Plenty of love going around
PEACE&You
I'm not sure what that means either. You're not alone.
Actually, Morgan, you are.
Ok bye
Music-wise: Lately I've being working on Paramore's "We are broken". I'm kinda loving that song, both the lyrics, and the strum. It's challenging but relaxing at the same time. My vocal range has expanded slightly since a couple weeks ago (thankfully) and so I still sound crappy when I sing it, but it's not as bad as it was at first. The guitar part I'm pretty comfortable with-I mess up here and there, but overall I think I've got it pretty much down.
I want to cover some more popular songs like "Hey, soul sister" (Train) and "Just the way you are" (Bruno Mars) so that when I play for other folks and people, they will be able to recognize it.
Jayde asked me to be her confirmation sponsor... wow, I was surprised, so I told her to pray about it, but yes, I would be more then happy to be her sponsor.
That sentence didn't make any sense, but you get the idea. Or should I say I get the idea. You know? Whatever.
Anyways, I should resume school (bleh) so I must stop this talking to myself habit for now:P
Plenty of love going around
PEACE&You
I'm not sure what that means either. You're not alone.
Actually, Morgan, you are.
Ok bye
Monday, January 10, 2011
So I'm not sure anyone will actually read this, but I'm typing anyways
Yes, yes I am. Am typing.
Do I seem nervous? 'Cause I'm starting to get that impression of myself. Hmm, imagine that. Ahhh, I'm so awkward. Time to shut up!
Well, since I can't think of anything else to talk about, I'll talk about school. I did all my homework and got completely caught up today, which is really nice. Then I played guitar and gave my vocal chords a good workout (I'm trying to sing better, and I think I do get better every day, just gotta keep working at it.)
In all honesty, I feel like my voice kinda sucks right now...my range is limited, and I sound like a 10 year old. There's nothing wrong with a 10 year old singing, in fact it's rather awesome, but not when it comes from me, seeing as I'm extremely close to 16...less then a month to go!
My guitar skills are pretty basic too...I'm just not a talented girl...yet. I will be. I am going to sing and play guitar well one day, no matter how much work it takes. I'll get there.
My title is kinda random, I know, but it just popped into my head, so I typed it in. And plus I left it there because I like it. I didn't exactly come with a BOOM though.
I was actually about 10 days late, and 22 hours worth of labor...I was rather reluctant to come to this world, much less with any BOOM. I probably came in screaming my head off, 'cause I didn't want to come out. Hmmm, maybe my little self knew something...maybe it knows the world is much scarier then I think it is now.
Anyways, all I can think about right now is music. Music, music, music. That's all. And I'm not even that musical.
I wish I was though. I can't even begin to describe how badly. Like, my entire life, surrounded by music, playing music, hearing new music, singing music, making music out of random sounds.
I could so easily dedicate my entire life to music. So easily.
Me, music, God, and everyone else.
On the corner, with my guitar, crashing at friends and family's houses (those who would let me crash anyways). Singing myself hoarse, playing until my fingers bleed. Sharing it all with someone eventually, after I'd had my time. Learning various instruments. Harp, Piano, Bass guitar, Electric guitar, Drums. Always picking up new songs, always writing music, and singing it and playing it. Listening to others critique me. Taking their words to heart, and making myself better.
And always playing. Always singing.
Always.
Meeting other people with the same desire. Learning from them. Constantly learning new techniques, new styles, new sounds.
Playing everywhere. Street corner, Church, Events, Bars, Restaurants. Outside of Gas stations, and Toy stores, and grocery stores. Moving along to the next place when the managers came out and yelled at me. Watching people as they were listening to what I could do. Asking their opinions. Challenging them to critique me, and make me better.
Never becoming famous, staying small town. Playing because it's all I ever wanted to do. Just playing and singing. That's all. Nothing more. No stage, no lights, no cameras.
Just me and my guitar, and all the people who happen to pass by, and occasionally my friends, if they care enough to stick around. Or if I care enough to stick around them.
The few, close friends.
The more common passerby.
The occasional comments
The common enough cash.
The various styles and techniques.
But always the music.
Always.
Do I seem nervous? 'Cause I'm starting to get that impression of myself. Hmm, imagine that. Ahhh, I'm so awkward. Time to shut up!
Well, since I can't think of anything else to talk about, I'll talk about school. I did all my homework and got completely caught up today, which is really nice. Then I played guitar and gave my vocal chords a good workout (I'm trying to sing better, and I think I do get better every day, just gotta keep working at it.)
In all honesty, I feel like my voice kinda sucks right now...my range is limited, and I sound like a 10 year old. There's nothing wrong with a 10 year old singing, in fact it's rather awesome, but not when it comes from me, seeing as I'm extremely close to 16...less then a month to go!
My guitar skills are pretty basic too...I'm just not a talented girl...yet. I will be. I am going to sing and play guitar well one day, no matter how much work it takes. I'll get there.
My title is kinda random, I know, but it just popped into my head, so I typed it in. And plus I left it there because I like it. I didn't exactly come with a BOOM though.
I was actually about 10 days late, and 22 hours worth of labor...I was rather reluctant to come to this world, much less with any BOOM. I probably came in screaming my head off, 'cause I didn't want to come out. Hmmm, maybe my little self knew something...maybe it knows the world is much scarier then I think it is now.
Anyways, all I can think about right now is music. Music, music, music. That's all. And I'm not even that musical.
I wish I was though. I can't even begin to describe how badly. Like, my entire life, surrounded by music, playing music, hearing new music, singing music, making music out of random sounds.
I could so easily dedicate my entire life to music. So easily.
Me, music, God, and everyone else.
On the corner, with my guitar, crashing at friends and family's houses (those who would let me crash anyways). Singing myself hoarse, playing until my fingers bleed. Sharing it all with someone eventually, after I'd had my time. Learning various instruments. Harp, Piano, Bass guitar, Electric guitar, Drums. Always picking up new songs, always writing music, and singing it and playing it. Listening to others critique me. Taking their words to heart, and making myself better.
And always playing. Always singing.
Always.
Meeting other people with the same desire. Learning from them. Constantly learning new techniques, new styles, new sounds.
Playing everywhere. Street corner, Church, Events, Bars, Restaurants. Outside of Gas stations, and Toy stores, and grocery stores. Moving along to the next place when the managers came out and yelled at me. Watching people as they were listening to what I could do. Asking their opinions. Challenging them to critique me, and make me better.
Never becoming famous, staying small town. Playing because it's all I ever wanted to do. Just playing and singing. That's all. Nothing more. No stage, no lights, no cameras.
Just me and my guitar, and all the people who happen to pass by, and occasionally my friends, if they care enough to stick around. Or if I care enough to stick around them.
The few, close friends.
The more common passerby.
The occasional comments
The common enough cash.
The various styles and techniques.
But always the music.
Always.
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