My computer is down for a while, this is Craig's comp. (sorry I hope you won't mind).
WAH! The results came, and they were worth the wait.
Interlochen in about three weeks.
This summer is getting pretty dang sweet.
Tuesday, May 25, 2004
"In the Beginning" from Children of Eden
This is sung by the company of Noah's ark after the flood when they are to rebuild the human race. It's better in song, but the lyrics are good.
This step is once again
our first
We set our feet upon
a virgin land
We hold the promise of the earth
in our hands
No flood from heaven comes again
No deluge will destroy
or purify
We hold the fate of man and men
It's in our hands
Now at this storm so green and black
We pray that we may long remember
How lovely was the world we had
In the beginning
Of all the gifts we have recieved
One is most precious and
most terrible
The will in each of us is free
It's in our hands
And if someday we hear a voice
If he should speak again,
our silent Father
All will tell us is the choice
is in our hands
Our hands can choose to drop
the knife
Our hearts can choose to stop
the hating
For every moment in our life
is the beginning
There is no journey gone so far
So far we cannot stop
and change direction
No doom is written in the stars
It's in our hands
We cannot know what will occur
Just make our journey worth
the taking
And pray we're wiser than we were
in the beginning
It's the beginning
Now we begin...
Children of Eden
grant us your pardon
All that we leave to you
Is beyond norm
Children of Eden
Seek for your garden
You and your children to come
someday to come home
This is sung by the company of Noah's ark after the flood when they are to rebuild the human race. It's better in song, but the lyrics are good.
This step is once again
our first
We set our feet upon
a virgin land
We hold the promise of the earth
in our hands
No flood from heaven comes again
No deluge will destroy
or purify
We hold the fate of man and men
It's in our hands
Now at this storm so green and black
We pray that we may long remember
How lovely was the world we had
In the beginning
Of all the gifts we have recieved
One is most precious and
most terrible
The will in each of us is free
It's in our hands
And if someday we hear a voice
If he should speak again,
our silent Father
All will tell us is the choice
is in our hands
Our hands can choose to drop
the knife
Our hearts can choose to stop
the hating
For every moment in our life
is the beginning
There is no journey gone so far
So far we cannot stop
and change direction
No doom is written in the stars
It's in our hands
We cannot know what will occur
Just make our journey worth
the taking
And pray we're wiser than we were
in the beginning
It's the beginning
Now we begin...
Children of Eden
grant us your pardon
All that we leave to you
Is beyond norm
Children of Eden
Seek for your garden
You and your children to come
someday to come home
Monday, May 24, 2004
That's what you said last summer
Thud
Is it okay that I just ramble about stuff, since I have nothing interesting to say? Yes it's okay because I am the writer and you are the reader and I CONTROL ALL! Mwahahahahaaaa!!!
First of all my resolution to own on flute has been working wonderfully. I go for 2-3 hour practice sessions (not that I time them or anything)-every day-(that's the important part, the every day) and I can actually hear myself getting better. I practice harder, too, I don't let myself get away with sloppiness anymore. No more funny stuff. This is for real now. I've realized that losse ends won't tighten themselves up, you have to do t yourself. One thing I've learned is to switch off. This works very well if you practice every day. I alternate days on the solos, and scale patterns and other stuff. I'm currently working on two very long and difficult solos: Concerto by Ibert and Sonata by Prokofiev. They are both awesome, but I am especially psyched about the third movement of the Ibert, which will be kickin when I master it. You should hear Pahud play it, he amazes me like no other. He doesn't just make it sound perfect and effortless, but it sounds so beautiful too. Not a note is out of place, everything has direction, everything is perfect length, style, dynamic. His high register just makes me melt. I aim for that kind of sound that just floats like a bird in the sky, so effortless that anyone could do that any day of the week. Ahh writing about it makes me want to play. But alas, the family is asleep.
By the way...I am going to be the best. Remember that, ye who play flute.
Interlochen is coming swiftly, and man am I excited. Now that school is over, a lot of crope has disappeared, but I could still use a new environment. Everyone there will love what I love, will be serious about what I am serious about. Not exactly, but certainly the music. No worries about...stuff. Just music. Practice as long as I want. Two and a half hour orchestra rehearsals every day...yes, life will be good. I'm prolly not going to want to leave. I'm prolly going to miss my friends like never before. I'm prolly going to hate it when I come back to school. But oh well. It's gonna be awesome like never before.
And, as you can see, I was moved into orchestra, and I was a little happy when I found out. I'm still happy like that. Every time I think about it I want to yell for joy. I'm in orchestra! At Interlochen! What could be better?
The beach is paradise. I've talked about it before, but man. Today the water was just the right temperature plus I didn't sunburn one bit. So warm...so relaxing...how could someone not like it? Lying out in the sun makes me want to just stay there forever, soaking up the sun until the darkness comes and extinguishes the light. And then I would want to watch the sunset. I agree with The Little Prince when he says "You know, when you are feeling vey sad, sunsets are wonderful..." Not that I'm feeling very sad or anything...which reminds me, I should read that book again. Such a clever and...I don't know...quaint little book. Though I don't think I really know what quaint means and I'm too lazy to look it up right now.
I want my dang FSYO results! ::fists of rage::
This summer is going very well, everything besides the lurking College Essays that are ready to eat me every day when I come home. I do miss the new and exciting aspect of last summer-everything seemed so fresh and reviving!-but things change. Who am I to fight it?
Now I have a question for you, reader. What is more important: reason, cynicism, or faith? I don't think cynicism is spelled right but you know what I mean.
Silver and gold have I none
No land to count as my own
Yet wealth beyond measure I own
In the light of the love of the Lord
Thud
Is it okay that I just ramble about stuff, since I have nothing interesting to say? Yes it's okay because I am the writer and you are the reader and I CONTROL ALL! Mwahahahahaaaa!!!
First of all my resolution to own on flute has been working wonderfully. I go for 2-3 hour practice sessions (not that I time them or anything)-every day-(that's the important part, the every day) and I can actually hear myself getting better. I practice harder, too, I don't let myself get away with sloppiness anymore. No more funny stuff. This is for real now. I've realized that losse ends won't tighten themselves up, you have to do t yourself. One thing I've learned is to switch off. This works very well if you practice every day. I alternate days on the solos, and scale patterns and other stuff. I'm currently working on two very long and difficult solos: Concerto by Ibert and Sonata by Prokofiev. They are both awesome, but I am especially psyched about the third movement of the Ibert, which will be kickin when I master it. You should hear Pahud play it, he amazes me like no other. He doesn't just make it sound perfect and effortless, but it sounds so beautiful too. Not a note is out of place, everything has direction, everything is perfect length, style, dynamic. His high register just makes me melt. I aim for that kind of sound that just floats like a bird in the sky, so effortless that anyone could do that any day of the week. Ahh writing about it makes me want to play. But alas, the family is asleep.
By the way...I am going to be the best. Remember that, ye who play flute.
Interlochen is coming swiftly, and man am I excited. Now that school is over, a lot of crope has disappeared, but I could still use a new environment. Everyone there will love what I love, will be serious about what I am serious about. Not exactly, but certainly the music. No worries about...stuff. Just music. Practice as long as I want. Two and a half hour orchestra rehearsals every day...yes, life will be good. I'm prolly not going to want to leave. I'm prolly going to miss my friends like never before. I'm prolly going to hate it when I come back to school. But oh well. It's gonna be awesome like never before.
And, as you can see, I was moved into orchestra, and I was a little happy when I found out. I'm still happy like that. Every time I think about it I want to yell for joy. I'm in orchestra! At Interlochen! What could be better?
The beach is paradise. I've talked about it before, but man. Today the water was just the right temperature plus I didn't sunburn one bit. So warm...so relaxing...how could someone not like it? Lying out in the sun makes me want to just stay there forever, soaking up the sun until the darkness comes and extinguishes the light. And then I would want to watch the sunset. I agree with The Little Prince when he says "You know, when you are feeling vey sad, sunsets are wonderful..." Not that I'm feeling very sad or anything...which reminds me, I should read that book again. Such a clever and...I don't know...quaint little book. Though I don't think I really know what quaint means and I'm too lazy to look it up right now.
I want my dang FSYO results! ::fists of rage::
This summer is going very well, everything besides the lurking College Essays that are ready to eat me every day when I come home. I do miss the new and exciting aspect of last summer-everything seemed so fresh and reviving!-but things change. Who am I to fight it?
Now I have a question for you, reader. What is more important: reason, cynicism, or faith? I don't think cynicism is spelled right but you know what I mean.
Silver and gold have I none
No land to count as my own
Yet wealth beyond measure I own
In the light of the love of the Lord
Sunday, May 23, 2004
"Hey you kids, cut that out!"
-Emily
Tomorrow is going to be fun, and stuff.
Now that school is out, the intelligence has leaked out of my brain and I'm going to have nothing useful to say for a long time. See, look at the tense switch in that sentence. It's crazy talk, all of it.
Brain: Go practice
Me: Craig's sleeping
Brain: I know that, fool. Go to sleep then.
Me: It's only 11...
Brain: You'll like it when you wake up. I promise.
Me: But Brain...I don't wanna go to sleep...I'm not tired...(yawn)
Brain: You fool! Fine. Don't listen to me then. See how you like it.
Me: Okay I'll go. Pushy pushy.
-Emily
Tomorrow is going to be fun, and stuff.
Now that school is out, the intelligence has leaked out of my brain and I'm going to have nothing useful to say for a long time. See, look at the tense switch in that sentence. It's crazy talk, all of it.
Brain: Go practice
Me: Craig's sleeping
Brain: I know that, fool. Go to sleep then.
Me: It's only 11...
Brain: You'll like it when you wake up. I promise.
Me: But Brain...I don't wanna go to sleep...I'm not tired...(yawn)
Brain: You fool! Fine. Don't listen to me then. See how you like it.
Me: Okay I'll go. Pushy pushy.
I am doing a quiz, foo.
M E-
[My name is]: Ash(ley)
[in the morning i am]: breathing
[love]: what about it?
[i dream about]: beetlejuice
-W I T H .T H E. O P P O S I T E. S E X-
[what do you notice first?]: face
[last person you danced with]: cant remember
-W H O-
[do you have a crush on?]: if you really want to know then ask me in person
[easiest to talk to]: my mom and rebecca
-H A V E .Y O U .E V E R-
[fallen for your best friend]: haha no, mainly because most of my best friends have been girls
-W H O .W A S .T H E .L A S T. P E R S O N-
[you talked to on the phone]: ummm...I have no idea
[hugged]: mom
[you instant messaged]: shannon
[you laughed with]: prolly craig
-D O .Y O U / / A R E .Y O U-
[could you live without the computer]: of course
[what's your favorite food?]: spaghetti
[whats your favorite fruit?]: apple
[what hurts the most?]: what kind of a question is that?
-N U M B E R-
[of times i have had my heart broken? ]: mid twenties
[of hearts i have broken?] : around 11
[of boys i have kissed?] : 24
[of girls i have kissed?] : 2
[of drugs taken illegally?] : 5004 (by the way all the past numbers were not real)
[of tight friends?] : too lazy to count
[of cd's that i own?]: a lot
[of scars on my body?] : a couple
[of things in my past that i regret?] : woah now...thats crazy talk
-O.T.H.E.R.T.H.I.N.G.S.-
[i know]: how to play the flute
[i want]: to serve God
[i have]: stuff
[i wish]: upon a star
[i hate]: some things that I shouldn't
[i miss]: my friends from cannon
[i fear]: myself
[i hear]: piano scales and a metronome
[i search]: for answers
[i love]: kitties
[i ache]: if I lie on my stomach
[i care]: about you
[i always]: breathe
[i dance]: the jitterbug!
[i cry]: no I don't
[i do not always]: do what I should
[i write]: freely
[i confuse]: my competition
[i can usually be found]: wanting to practice
[i need]: love
[have you ever played a game that required removal of clothing]: no
[favorite place to be kissed?]: i don't know
[have you ever been caught "doing something"]: lol once me and me bro looked for our christmas presents and got caught
-ARE.YOU.A-
[wuss]: I like to think not
[druggie]: no
[gang member]: no
[daydreamer]: if the setting is right
[alcoholic]: no
[freak]: I dont think so..
[brat]: yeah
[goody-goody]: yeah, to some people
[angel]: nope human
[devil]: see above
[friend]: yes, but not a very good one
[shy]: no that shell has opened
[talkative]: kind of...yes
[adventurous]: not travelwise but thoughtwise yes in other words mentally not physically
[intelligent]: in some ways
[conceited]: very
-Concerning.The.Friends.(You.Claim.To.Have)-
thats mean!
[affected you the most spiritually]: Asher, and Richard, suprisingly
[wish you saw more often]: Amanda
[wish you could meet]: Eric
[most sarcastic]: Alyssa
[wish you knew better]: Will and Andrew
[knows you best]: Rebecca
[best outlook on life]: Erin
[most paranoid]: Rebecca (sorry its true)
[sweetest]: awww blast it
-Self-Analysis.You.Probably.Don't.Want.To.Do-
[your best feature (personality)]: ability to...have fun?
[your biggest flaw (personality)]: everything
[most annoying thing you do]: flip the pages of books and crack my toes (though I really can't help it!)
[biggest mistake you've made this far]: not praying enough
[describe your personality in one word]: inquisitive
[the physical feature for which you are most often complimented]: eyes
[person you regret sleeping with]: haha thats funny
[a smell that makes you smile]: fall in New York
[a country you'd like to visit]: Ireland, France, England, Austrailia, Mexico, Egypt, Japan, the list could go on and on
[a drink you order most often]: milk
[a delicious desert]: buscuit..oh wait thats not a dessert. Ummm...ice cream sundae
[a book you highly recommend]: A Little Princess by some person that I forgot
[the music you prefer while alone]: orchestral stuff
[your favorite band]: Terrier Sound. I know, I'm a dork.
[a film you could watch over and over]: Pirates and Moulin Rouge and LOTR
[a TV show you watch regularly]: Survivor
[you live in a(n)]: country
[your transportation]: bike! or car
[your cologne or perfume]: sometimes I'll put on some of that purple stuff if I smell bad
[under your bed or in your closet you hide]: memories
[something important on your night table]: my Bible
M E-
[My name is]: Ash(ley)
[in the morning i am]: breathing
[love]: what about it?
[i dream about]: beetlejuice
-W I T H .T H E. O P P O S I T E. S E X-
[what do you notice first?]: face
[last person you danced with]: cant remember
-W H O-
[do you have a crush on?]: if you really want to know then ask me in person
[easiest to talk to]: my mom and rebecca
-H A V E .Y O U .E V E R-
[fallen for your best friend]: haha no, mainly because most of my best friends have been girls
-W H O .W A S .T H E .L A S T. P E R S O N-
[you talked to on the phone]: ummm...I have no idea
[hugged]: mom
[you instant messaged]: shannon
[you laughed with]: prolly craig
-D O .Y O U / / A R E .Y O U-
[could you live without the computer]: of course
[what's your favorite food?]: spaghetti
[whats your favorite fruit?]: apple
[what hurts the most?]: what kind of a question is that?
-N U M B E R-
[of times i have had my heart broken? ]: mid twenties
[of hearts i have broken?] : around 11
[of boys i have kissed?] : 24
[of girls i have kissed?] : 2
[of drugs taken illegally?] : 5004 (by the way all the past numbers were not real)
[of tight friends?] : too lazy to count
[of cd's that i own?]: a lot
[of scars on my body?] : a couple
[of things in my past that i regret?] : woah now...thats crazy talk
-O.T.H.E.R.T.H.I.N.G.S.-
[i know]: how to play the flute
[i want]: to serve God
[i have]: stuff
[i wish]: upon a star
[i hate]: some things that I shouldn't
[i miss]: my friends from cannon
[i fear]: myself
[i hear]: piano scales and a metronome
[i search]: for answers
[i love]: kitties
[i ache]: if I lie on my stomach
[i care]: about you
[i always]: breathe
[i dance]: the jitterbug!
[i cry]: no I don't
[i do not always]: do what I should
[i write]: freely
[i confuse]: my competition
[i can usually be found]: wanting to practice
[i need]: love
[have you ever played a game that required removal of clothing]: no
[favorite place to be kissed?]: i don't know
[have you ever been caught "doing something"]: lol once me and me bro looked for our christmas presents and got caught
-ARE.YOU.A-
[wuss]: I like to think not
[druggie]: no
[gang member]: no
[daydreamer]: if the setting is right
[alcoholic]: no
[freak]: I dont think so..
[brat]: yeah
[goody-goody]: yeah, to some people
[angel]: nope human
[devil]: see above
[friend]: yes, but not a very good one
[shy]: no that shell has opened
[talkative]: kind of...yes
[adventurous]: not travelwise but thoughtwise yes in other words mentally not physically
[intelligent]: in some ways
[conceited]: very
-Concerning.The.Friends.(You.Claim.To.Have)-
thats mean!
[affected you the most spiritually]: Asher, and Richard, suprisingly
[wish you saw more often]: Amanda
[wish you could meet]: Eric
[most sarcastic]: Alyssa
[wish you knew better]: Will and Andrew
[knows you best]: Rebecca
[best outlook on life]: Erin
[most paranoid]: Rebecca (sorry its true)
[sweetest]: awww blast it
-Self-Analysis.You.Probably.Don't.Want.To.Do-
[your best feature (personality)]: ability to...have fun?
[your biggest flaw (personality)]: everything
[most annoying thing you do]: flip the pages of books and crack my toes (though I really can't help it!)
[biggest mistake you've made this far]: not praying enough
[describe your personality in one word]: inquisitive
[the physical feature for which you are most often complimented]: eyes
[person you regret sleeping with]: haha thats funny
[a smell that makes you smile]: fall in New York
[a country you'd like to visit]: Ireland, France, England, Austrailia, Mexico, Egypt, Japan, the list could go on and on
[a drink you order most often]: milk
[a delicious desert]: buscuit..oh wait thats not a dessert. Ummm...ice cream sundae
[a book you highly recommend]: A Little Princess by some person that I forgot
[the music you prefer while alone]: orchestral stuff
[your favorite band]: Terrier Sound. I know, I'm a dork.
[a film you could watch over and over]: Pirates and Moulin Rouge and LOTR
[a TV show you watch regularly]: Survivor
[you live in a(n)]: country
[your transportation]: bike! or car
[your cologne or perfume]: sometimes I'll put on some of that purple stuff if I smell bad
[under your bed or in your closet you hide]: memories
[something important on your night table]: my Bible
Thursday, May 20, 2004
Wednesday, May 19, 2004
Mmmmm...Pilsbury buscuit warm from the oven, smothered in butter and jelly, crumbling in your hand as you eat it...it doesn't get any better than that.
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I am winning The Waiting Game. I am the leader by far.
-------------------
Me: Only one more day left!!
Brain: Duh, Ashley, everyone knows that.
Me: You always have to ruin everything, brain. Why can't you just be happy like your fellow organs?
Brain: Go study, you fool.
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Mike told me once that the only thing on his livejournal "To-do" list was world domination. He also told me that it says it is 30% completed.
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I am winning The Waiting Game. I am the leader by far.
-------------------
Me: Only one more day left!!
Brain: Duh, Ashley, everyone knows that.
Me: You always have to ruin everything, brain. Why can't you just be happy like your fellow organs?
Brain: Go study, you fool.
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Mike told me once that the only thing on his livejournal "To-do" list was world domination. He also told me that it says it is 30% completed.
Tuesday, May 18, 2004
Monday, May 17, 2004
Yup yup yup...
FSYO is way too good. Waaay too good. There's so much competition, so much drama, too, within the flutes. Everyday one of us goes, "Man I hope those results come soon." We all share these feelings, but we all hope for different things. At least one of us is going to make it; at least one of us is not going to make it. That's my prediction. But it's hard to talk about these things with the very people you hope to beat! When someone brings up the results, I can feel a tension builing between us. It's going to be even harder once the results do come. There's only one first chair spot and not everyone is going to be happy, and we are inevidably going to be jealous of each other. I never thought that competition would repress friendship, and I hope it doesn't start now. This is treading tough ground, right here.
IN OTHER NEWS!
Today was okay. Not doing much in school nowadays.
-First block I read my book most of the block.
-Second block I played four rounds of rummy, one round of war, and one round of BS with Chris, Nick, and Zach. (It was the first time I ever played rummy and I obliterated them in two of the rounds. And poor Chris has the worst luck ever.)
-Third block I had one of the best practice sessions in a while.
-Lunch was kinda lonely, seeing as everyone is gone.
-Fourth was the only block I actually did any work. Here I wrote intro and conclusion for me term paper. And some stuff.
Well, school is winding down, and I'm getting happier and lazier. Come on, summer, bring it on!
Mmmm I can't complain.
Man I smell so bad! I don't think this new deodorant works.
What's the difference between the meanings of the words "corny" and "cheezy?" Do they mean the same thing?
FSYO is way too good. Waaay too good. There's so much competition, so much drama, too, within the flutes. Everyday one of us goes, "Man I hope those results come soon." We all share these feelings, but we all hope for different things. At least one of us is going to make it; at least one of us is not going to make it. That's my prediction. But it's hard to talk about these things with the very people you hope to beat! When someone brings up the results, I can feel a tension builing between us. It's going to be even harder once the results do come. There's only one first chair spot and not everyone is going to be happy, and we are inevidably going to be jealous of each other. I never thought that competition would repress friendship, and I hope it doesn't start now. This is treading tough ground, right here.
IN OTHER NEWS!
Today was okay. Not doing much in school nowadays.
-First block I read my book most of the block.
-Second block I played four rounds of rummy, one round of war, and one round of BS with Chris, Nick, and Zach. (It was the first time I ever played rummy and I obliterated them in two of the rounds. And poor Chris has the worst luck ever.)
-Third block I had one of the best practice sessions in a while.
-Lunch was kinda lonely, seeing as everyone is gone.
-Fourth was the only block I actually did any work. Here I wrote intro and conclusion for me term paper. And some stuff.
Well, school is winding down, and I'm getting happier and lazier. Come on, summer, bring it on!
Mmmm I can't complain.
Man I smell so bad! I don't think this new deodorant works.
What's the difference between the meanings of the words "corny" and "cheezy?" Do they mean the same thing?
Saturday, May 15, 2004
Oh yes...and happy graduation, my senior friends. I sure hope is doesn't rain for your big night.
Have fun at grad night, too. Have a blast. This is your night, after all. It will never happen again.
Goodbye Jeremy
Goodbye Joe
Goodbye Bekka
Goodbye Mike
Goodbye Will
Goodbye other Mike
Goodbye Alex
Goodbye Ellen
Goodbye Brad
Goodbye Rosanne
Goodbye Katie
Goodbye other Katie
Goodbye Seth
Goodbye Alyssa
Goodbye Savannah
Goodbye Andrew
Goodbye Joanna
Goodbye Samantha
Goodbye Darrell
Goodbye Rebecca
Goodbye Lee
Goodbye Amanda
Goodbye Danalee
Goodbye Jessica
Goodbye other Seth
Goodbye Ilea
Goodbye Beth
Goodbye Zach
Goodbye Carolyn
Goodbye Patrick
Goodbye Chris
Goodbye Deanna
Goodbye Erin
Goodbye people I forgot to say because I'm dumb but I love you anyway.
And finally, goodbye to the seniors not in band or orchestra.
I'll miss you all, and so will the rest of THS.
Have fun at grad night, too. Have a blast. This is your night, after all. It will never happen again.
Goodbye Jeremy
Goodbye Joe
Goodbye Bekka
Goodbye Mike
Goodbye Will
Goodbye other Mike
Goodbye Alex
Goodbye Ellen
Goodbye Brad
Goodbye Rosanne
Goodbye Katie
Goodbye other Katie
Goodbye Seth
Goodbye Alyssa
Goodbye Savannah
Goodbye Andrew
Goodbye Joanna
Goodbye Samantha
Goodbye Darrell
Goodbye Rebecca
Goodbye Lee
Goodbye Amanda
Goodbye Danalee
Goodbye Jessica
Goodbye other Seth
Goodbye Ilea
Goodbye Beth
Goodbye Zach
Goodbye Carolyn
Goodbye Patrick
Goodbye Chris
Goodbye Deanna
Goodbye Erin
Goodbye people I forgot to say because I'm dumb but I love you anyway.
And finally, goodbye to the seniors not in band or orchestra.
I'll miss you all, and so will the rest of THS.
My FYAO audition was today. I did wonderfully, even though I hardly prepared for it. Both me and the conductors/auditioners knew that I was going to make the principle round anyway, so it was kinda of a blow-off audition.
But then comes the hard stuff. The people at FYAO love me and the way I play. This isn't being egomaniac, it's true. They tell me all the time.
Mr. May is one of my very favorite conductors ever. He's kind, experienced, laid-back, and skilled. He's full of stories, and he knows so many people, it's crazy. And he will talk to you. Also, he is full of opportunity. He will go all out for his students. Plus, (and this is the most important thing to me) just by talking to him for 5 minutes, you can tell that he loves music. He lives for music. He knows more about music than anyone I know, except maybe Mr. Krienes. And it shows.
That said, he talked for me for a while after my audition. He sprinkled compliments onto me and my teacher. He told me that he was in awe of how I play, that I had the magic touch, and that he was lucky to have me in his orchestra. (I'm going to make a point with this, just be patient.) He talked about what I would do this coming year, the things I could do in the orchestra (symphony), with chamber music (Mozart quartets, Martinu trio for flute cello, piano, other things..), and with concertos (Ibert concerto). He basically said that I had all the opportunity that I could ever want. And with each compliment, my heart sank more and more.
Why? Because he has no idea that I auditioned into FYAO for a backup orchestra. And I didn't have the heart to tell him that it wasn't my first choice. Not after all that he said. I walked back to my car almost in shame, trying not to imagine the look on his face if I had to tell him that I wasn't joining FYAO because I joined FSYO. "Oh Mr. May," I thought, "Why do you have to be so awesome?"
But I have to be strong. You can't let emotions guide you, not on this one. Sometimes people get hurt, and that's the way it goes. Mr. May is the only thing I liked about FYAO (well, I liked the bagels at practices too). They have a decent orchestra, but I know for a fact that FSYO is better. We'll see what happens with the FSYO auditions, maybe the choice will be made for me. Somehow I get the feeling that it's going to harder than that...
Ahh but the tables have turned. Remember when I made the story about a dream orchestra firing you for a better player? Here's the flip side: you leaving the orchestra you have been with for a while for a dream orchestra. I know how it feels now.
I suppose I could make a cool allegory about this, too, but I don't want to.
But then comes the hard stuff. The people at FYAO love me and the way I play. This isn't being egomaniac, it's true. They tell me all the time.
Mr. May is one of my very favorite conductors ever. He's kind, experienced, laid-back, and skilled. He's full of stories, and he knows so many people, it's crazy. And he will talk to you. Also, he is full of opportunity. He will go all out for his students. Plus, (and this is the most important thing to me) just by talking to him for 5 minutes, you can tell that he loves music. He lives for music. He knows more about music than anyone I know, except maybe Mr. Krienes. And it shows.
That said, he talked for me for a while after my audition. He sprinkled compliments onto me and my teacher. He told me that he was in awe of how I play, that I had the magic touch, and that he was lucky to have me in his orchestra. (I'm going to make a point with this, just be patient.) He talked about what I would do this coming year, the things I could do in the orchestra (symphony), with chamber music (Mozart quartets, Martinu trio for flute cello, piano, other things..), and with concertos (Ibert concerto). He basically said that I had all the opportunity that I could ever want. And with each compliment, my heart sank more and more.
Why? Because he has no idea that I auditioned into FYAO for a backup orchestra. And I didn't have the heart to tell him that it wasn't my first choice. Not after all that he said. I walked back to my car almost in shame, trying not to imagine the look on his face if I had to tell him that I wasn't joining FYAO because I joined FSYO. "Oh Mr. May," I thought, "Why do you have to be so awesome?"
But I have to be strong. You can't let emotions guide you, not on this one. Sometimes people get hurt, and that's the way it goes. Mr. May is the only thing I liked about FYAO (well, I liked the bagels at practices too). They have a decent orchestra, but I know for a fact that FSYO is better. We'll see what happens with the FSYO auditions, maybe the choice will be made for me. Somehow I get the feeling that it's going to harder than that...
Ahh but the tables have turned. Remember when I made the story about a dream orchestra firing you for a better player? Here's the flip side: you leaving the orchestra you have been with for a while for a dream orchestra. I know how it feels now.
I suppose I could make a cool allegory about this, too, but I don't want to.
Friday, May 14, 2004
Yesterday I helped clean the most digusting room I have ever seen in my life: the THS Band Uniform room. Man there was stuff in that room that I didn't even want to touch. Tina had to pick up some of the old mouldy gloves with plastic. Since I was the smallest I was designated to climb into the tiny areas that haven't been touched for many years. There was some pretty interesting stuff back there. I pulled out some headlights, a giant package of barbeque starter stuff, many random uniform parts, some scraps of metal from who knows what, and other various objects. Since I was with my fellow flutes and the friendly saxaphone section, it was fun. But man was it disgusting. I don't think I've ever cringed more at anything (except maybe when me and Rebecca pulled out that 10 year old container of Crisco).
Then there was the massive Rubber Band War of 2004 (hey that rhymes). I got some people pretty good. I don't have a very accurate shot, but I have a hard one. I think I hurt myself more than I hurt anyone else though. I think my thumb is still throbbing. Ouch.
And then after some stuff, Rebecca did an amazing job at her recital. Kudos to Rebecca for working through the pain!
And then stuff and I am happy.
Then there was the massive Rubber Band War of 2004 (hey that rhymes). I got some people pretty good. I don't have a very accurate shot, but I have a hard one. I think I hurt myself more than I hurt anyone else though. I think my thumb is still throbbing. Ouch.
And then after some stuff, Rebecca did an amazing job at her recital. Kudos to Rebecca for working through the pain!
And then stuff and I am happy.
Thursday, May 13, 2004
Wednesday, May 12, 2004
I want my FSYO results.
I want my AP scores.
I want the summer.
I WANT IT NOW.
Was it "good things come to those who wait" or "don't let life pass you by"?
Shootshootshoot.
Waiting is poo.
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In other news, Rhonda Larson, who was one of the judges for the competition that I won, was on Survivor the other day, playing her flute. I saw her and I screamed, "MOM, THAT'S RHONDA LARSON!!!" and she was like woah that is so cool. It is cool. It's almost like I was on Survivor. But not really.
I think I may actually be getting worse at the flute, I don't know, I don't practice enough anymore.
I want my AP scores.
I want the summer.
I WANT IT NOW.
Was it "good things come to those who wait" or "don't let life pass you by"?
Shootshootshoot.
Waiting is poo.
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In other news, Rhonda Larson, who was one of the judges for the competition that I won, was on Survivor the other day, playing her flute. I saw her and I screamed, "MOM, THAT'S RHONDA LARSON!!!" and she was like woah that is so cool. It is cool. It's almost like I was on Survivor. But not really.
I think I may actually be getting worse at the flute, I don't know, I don't practice enough anymore.
Monday, May 10, 2004
This is stupid. With this format I might as well go to livejournal...
Oh well.
Don't tell me who won Survivor, I'm gonna watch it tonight.
Yesterday I walked into the shower with my glasses still on. And I didn't notice that they were on until I tried to wash my face. That didn't work out too well.
I know what two more of my more famous songs are: Camptown Races and the splash mountain song ("How Do You Do?) The words to that song are in one of Craig's piano books:
How Do You Do,
Ain't the sun shinin' brightly?
How Do You Do,
ain't the breeze blowin' lightly?
I'm tellin' you,
while I step kinda sprightly,
feelin' fine sure as you're born.
How Do You Do?
It's a great say you're seein',
How Do You Do?
It's a great world to be in,
I'm tellin' you, and I know you're agreein'
what a world, sure as you're born
Get an earful of that hummin' bird
Singin' with all his might
Get an eyeful of that painted sky,
Ain't it a wonderful sight?
Oh,
How Do You do,
ain't the sun shinin' brightly?
How Do You Do,
Ain't the breeze blowin' lightly?
I'm tellin you,
while I step kinda sprightly,
Feelin' fine sure as you're born.
Feelin' fine sure as you're born.
What a wonderful song, n'est pas?
I found my third source!...kinda.
I'm feelin' fine, sure as you're born. Only 9 more days left. Actually eight now.
Well, I know you all wanted a nice long post (Brain: Don't fool yourself, Ash), but I have some serious practicing to do.
Oh well.
Don't tell me who won Survivor, I'm gonna watch it tonight.
Yesterday I walked into the shower with my glasses still on. And I didn't notice that they were on until I tried to wash my face. That didn't work out too well.
I know what two more of my more famous songs are: Camptown Races and the splash mountain song ("How Do You Do?) The words to that song are in one of Craig's piano books:
How Do You Do,
Ain't the sun shinin' brightly?
How Do You Do,
ain't the breeze blowin' lightly?
I'm tellin' you,
while I step kinda sprightly,
feelin' fine sure as you're born.
How Do You Do?
It's a great say you're seein',
How Do You Do?
It's a great world to be in,
I'm tellin' you, and I know you're agreein'
what a world, sure as you're born
Get an earful of that hummin' bird
Singin' with all his might
Get an eyeful of that painted sky,
Ain't it a wonderful sight?
Oh,
How Do You do,
ain't the sun shinin' brightly?
How Do You Do,
Ain't the breeze blowin' lightly?
I'm tellin you,
while I step kinda sprightly,
Feelin' fine sure as you're born.
Feelin' fine sure as you're born.
What a wonderful song, n'est pas?
I found my third source!...kinda.
I'm feelin' fine, sure as you're born. Only 9 more days left. Actually eight now.
Well, I know you all wanted a nice long post (Brain: Don't fool yourself, Ash), but I have some serious practicing to do.
Saturday, May 08, 2004
I REALLY need a third source. Good thing libraries are closed on Sundays...
I went to the beach today. It was awesome. There's nothing more relaxing than going to the beach. Well, there prolly is, but I haven't found it yet. Anyway, you do take your problems there, but when you get there you don't care about them anymore. I don't know how many times me or someone else there said "I want to stay here forever." It's like...getting away from the world. The sound of the waves is soothing, there's nothing better than the bright sun on your back, and you don't really need an activity to do (everyone is satisfied with just sunning and talking). Minus the sand, it feels like paradise. I don't know how lucky I am to live in Florida. None of us do. We LIVE in the vacation spot of the USA. Sometimes I get annoyed when people go on and on about how they hate Florida's weather. How could it be better?
I'm tired now but it feels so good! It's like an extension of the beach.
Blahblahblah.
I went to the beach today. It was awesome. There's nothing more relaxing than going to the beach. Well, there prolly is, but I haven't found it yet. Anyway, you do take your problems there, but when you get there you don't care about them anymore. I don't know how many times me or someone else there said "I want to stay here forever." It's like...getting away from the world. The sound of the waves is soothing, there's nothing better than the bright sun on your back, and you don't really need an activity to do (everyone is satisfied with just sunning and talking). Minus the sand, it feels like paradise. I don't know how lucky I am to live in Florida. None of us do. We LIVE in the vacation spot of the USA. Sometimes I get annoyed when people go on and on about how they hate Florida's weather. How could it be better?
I'm tired now but it feels so good! It's like an extension of the beach.
Blahblahblah.
