Music is my life.
I don't mean that I spend all my time studiously perfecting my abilities to sing or play the piano, (though I probably should do more of that). Nor is it the only thing I do or care about. Quite the contrary. I have some extremely diverse interests...more on that some other time.
What I mean is, that I can't go through a single day with out music. Well, I don't know this for certain - I haven't tried. You want to know why? I don't think I could do it.
I guess I can thank my family for my appreciation of music. All of my siblings are very into music, and, being the youngest, I of course carried on with that tradition. I listen to a bunch of different styles of music, I perform music, and play music, and write music...well, one song so far, and I couldn't write down the actual melody very well...but I was proud of the lyrics!
So, back the the music obsession. Ever heard the phrase "Life is a musical"? I have. And it's true. In my life, anyway. Just walking around in my house, someone is sure to break into some random song that happens to be stuck in their head, or what fits the mood, or whatever. I do it all the time.
I don't like studying without music. My mom loves silence. I personally don't know what that's like. Sad, huh? But whenever I could potentially be having a quiet moment, I turn on some tunes. When I'm concentrating on something, its usually quiet stuff, like movie soundtracks from the Lord of the Rings and that type, but there's still a melody in the air.
Chocolate and music together = joy, bliss, happiness..the list goes on for a distance.
Performing music is really fun, though I find it hard to open up in front of people and let it all out. I don't naturally have a very loud sound, (mom calls me a mouse) so getting the confidence to produce volume is probably the hardest thing for me to do. I hope to someday conquer this fear and do something amazing...but that's not likely to happen. .. or is it?
I don't listen to music when I'm sleeping. Maybe this flaws my claim to music obsession...I don't know. I hate making a noise that will possibly annoy other people, so having music on in my room is not an option when there are other people in the house who are trying to sleep. I used to try listening to my iPod, but earbuds and pillows are not a comfortable combination, and frankly, I got a head ache. So sleepy-time is my only time of silence. I think this is probably healthy. :D
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Dance, little girl!
My project of the week is choreographing ten 2-minute dances for my dance classes. Yesterday I got done with both pre-school dances, and today I met my goal by completing K-1. Tomorrow I hope to accomplish the creation of a couple of fantastic ballet dances for both my 2-4 and my 5th grade classes. I've sort of been dreading this week, but it's really been kind of fun. I admit, it took my like...7 hours to complete the two pre-school dances yesterday, but I kept distracting myself and I wasn't focused. And anyway, I'm on Christmas break, so when I'm done with the dancing, I can just chillax in my room, watch tv shows, read Jane Austen, eat chocolate (though I should probably take a break from that...and the tv shows, as a matter of fact. I need more time with Sense and Sensibility, and Alias just isn't allowing that :D)
Yesterday my cat was sick. Actually, she was sick on Sunday, too. Apparently she ate some of the curling ribbon from the Christmas packages. I know. It was pretty gross. I'm just glad she's all better today. We gave her a bath and mom cleaned the house, so all's back to normal. Yay! No more puking cat... :p (i'm trying to make a sticking-out-tongue face - did that work?)
So, I got some pretty amazing presents this year for Christmas. My family loves me. My parents got me a bunch of stuff - my personal favorite was the red & cream colored Mickey Mouse pajama pants paired with a black and florescent-green t-shirt that says "I do so like green eggs and ham" with a picture of Dr. Seuss's character "The Cat in the Hat". No, they don't go together at all, but I love it.
I also wear the fuzzy-blue slipper/scuffs every day. I'm so much warmer!
My sister got me one of the nicest presents I could wish for: an assortment of Ghirardelli chocolate, an iTunes gift card (which is almost used up all ready. Come to think of it, the chocolate is almost gone too...hmmm, I must need to learn some self-control :D) Oh, and not to forget the tailed-comb. This was a sort of inside joke. You see, I straighten Trudi's hair a lot, and the heat of the flat iron has over time melted and re-formed my comb, so that it is partly broken, and very much warped, and just doesn't act like a proper comb should. Since I blamed her for this, she felt obligated to rectify the situation with a new comb. Haha. I had fun with those words.
And now my eyes are burning and I can barely see, because I almost set the house on fire attempting to make popcorn this evening. Apparently peanut oil is very toxic when burned, because if I go downstairs I will no longer be granted the privelege of having the ability to breath. Or see. :s It happened like this:
~Dad asks me to make popcorn. I agree.
~I set up to make popcorn(I have the reputation of being the best popcorn maker in the family - stole it from dad years ago. It's not like this was a foreign project for me)
~I go into the living room while the oil heats up - Literally. I promptly forget that I was in the process of making popcorn. (Mom and I were having an interesting conversation about Fairy Tale people...don't ask)
~Mom sniffs the air and asks me if I was making popcorn. (this was probably 10 minutes later.)
~I promptly leap to my feet and gasp in shock at my carelessness.
~Running to the kitchen, I see smoke billowing (and I do mean billowing) from the popper.
~ I immediately freak out and mom comes to my aid. Soon we are all coughing and our eyes are streaming and air is not accessible by lung expansion.
~ Windows are opened(despite winter), smoke-dispersion candle is lit, still, odor remains.
How will this situation resolve? Will Dad get his popcorn? (we know the answer to that one - No.) Will we still be alive tomorrow? or will we have succumbed to the venomous ambiance produced by the apparently powerfully potent scent of the scorched Arachis hypogaea petroleum? Stay tuned. :)
Yesterday my cat was sick. Actually, she was sick on Sunday, too. Apparently she ate some of the curling ribbon from the Christmas packages. I know. It was pretty gross. I'm just glad she's all better today. We gave her a bath and mom cleaned the house, so all's back to normal. Yay! No more puking cat... :p (i'm trying to make a sticking-out-tongue face - did that work?)
So, I got some pretty amazing presents this year for Christmas. My family loves me. My parents got me a bunch of stuff - my personal favorite was the red & cream colored Mickey Mouse pajama pants paired with a black and florescent-green t-shirt that says "I do so like green eggs and ham" with a picture of Dr. Seuss's character "The Cat in the Hat". No, they don't go together at all, but I love it.
I also wear the fuzzy-blue slipper/scuffs every day. I'm so much warmer!
My sister got me one of the nicest presents I could wish for: an assortment of Ghirardelli chocolate, an iTunes gift card (which is almost used up all ready. Come to think of it, the chocolate is almost gone too...hmmm, I must need to learn some self-control :D) Oh, and not to forget the tailed-comb. This was a sort of inside joke. You see, I straighten Trudi's hair a lot, and the heat of the flat iron has over time melted and re-formed my comb, so that it is partly broken, and very much warped, and just doesn't act like a proper comb should. Since I blamed her for this, she felt obligated to rectify the situation with a new comb. Haha. I had fun with those words.
And now my eyes are burning and I can barely see, because I almost set the house on fire attempting to make popcorn this evening. Apparently peanut oil is very toxic when burned, because if I go downstairs I will no longer be granted the privelege of having the ability to breath. Or see. :s It happened like this:
~Dad asks me to make popcorn. I agree.
~I set up to make popcorn(I have the reputation of being the best popcorn maker in the family - stole it from dad years ago. It's not like this was a foreign project for me)
~I go into the living room while the oil heats up - Literally. I promptly forget that I was in the process of making popcorn. (Mom and I were having an interesting conversation about Fairy Tale people...don't ask)
~Mom sniffs the air and asks me if I was making popcorn. (this was probably 10 minutes later.)
~I promptly leap to my feet and gasp in shock at my carelessness.
~Running to the kitchen, I see smoke billowing (and I do mean billowing) from the popper.
~ I immediately freak out and mom comes to my aid. Soon we are all coughing and our eyes are streaming and air is not accessible by lung expansion.
~ Windows are opened(despite winter), smoke-dispersion candle is lit, still, odor remains.
How will this situation resolve? Will Dad get his popcorn? (we know the answer to that one - No.) Will we still be alive tomorrow? or will we have succumbed to the venomous ambiance produced by the apparently powerfully potent scent of the scorched Arachis hypogaea petroleum? Stay tuned. :)
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Of Curious Cats and Curling Ribbon
So, it's the week of Christmas!!! YAY!!! I'm oober excited. On Sunday we decorated the tree and put a lot of the decorations up. Yesterday we wrapped presents and put them under the tree, and Mom added some finishing touches to the decorating, such as putting a wreath and other garlands on the front porch, and setting little statues of snowmen and santas all about. I had painted this little guy this year:
I'm really proud of his eyes - you can't see it very well in this picture, but - they were just a plain blue, and Santa's eyes are supposed to sparkle, right? So, I saw this one bottle of silver glitter paint in the big box of paint, and I thought, maybe this'll work! So I put a little drop of silver sparkle on his eyes, and it gave the whole thing a new depth or dimension or whatever you want to call it. (Personally I say it gave him personality.) Anyway, I hung him on the tree yesterday.
When My mom and I had gone shopping on Saturday for Christmas presents, we had purchased a quantity of cheap curling ribbon, for decorating gifts. My sister and I had a bit of fun decorating almost all of the presents with the random colors - it's really fun to wrap on color around the box, and then add at least 2 different colors to the curly mass on top. (example - wrapping paper color: blue & white & silver. Main ribbon color choice: dark blue. Different colors on top: white, silver, and light blue. This present is Really pretty!)
This morning I saw my cat, Bootsy, sneaking up the stairs. We keep a squirt bottle full of water handy in case she decides to try to get some ornaments off the tree, so I no longer worry to much about her bothering the tree. (She's learned that lesson, trust me!) Anyway, this morning I watched her as she silently crept up to the tree, investigated some presents (as if expecting them to suddenly attack her and steal her whiskers), and then she carefully stepped over them and slithered around the base of the tree (which is real, by the way - smells SO good!) and sat there. I thought I knew what was coming. It happens every year, and I find it completely hilarious. She was drinking the water from the tree stand!!! Oh, Bootsy, you never cease to amuse us! Apparently she thinks the tree is just a new invention so she can have more than one place of refreshment. Oh well. It does no harm. :)
I'm really proud of his eyes - you can't see it very well in this picture, but - they were just a plain blue, and Santa's eyes are supposed to sparkle, right? So, I saw this one bottle of silver glitter paint in the big box of paint, and I thought, maybe this'll work! So I put a little drop of silver sparkle on his eyes, and it gave the whole thing a new depth or dimension or whatever you want to call it. (Personally I say it gave him personality.) Anyway, I hung him on the tree yesterday.
When My mom and I had gone shopping on Saturday for Christmas presents, we had purchased a quantity of cheap curling ribbon, for decorating gifts. My sister and I had a bit of fun decorating almost all of the presents with the random colors - it's really fun to wrap on color around the box, and then add at least 2 different colors to the curly mass on top. (example - wrapping paper color: blue & white & silver. Main ribbon color choice: dark blue. Different colors on top: white, silver, and light blue. This present is Really pretty!)
This morning I saw my cat, Bootsy, sneaking up the stairs. We keep a squirt bottle full of water handy in case she decides to try to get some ornaments off the tree, so I no longer worry to much about her bothering the tree. (She's learned that lesson, trust me!) Anyway, this morning I watched her as she silently crept up to the tree, investigated some presents (as if expecting them to suddenly attack her and steal her whiskers), and then she carefully stepped over them and slithered around the base of the tree (which is real, by the way - smells SO good!) and sat there. I thought I knew what was coming. It happens every year, and I find it completely hilarious. She was drinking the water from the tree stand!!! Oh, Bootsy, you never cease to amuse us! Apparently she thinks the tree is just a new invention so she can have more than one place of refreshment. Oh well. It does no harm. :)
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