I KNOW I haven't posted in a while. I KNOW I'm very lame in that regard. I KNOW I said that for Lent I would blog and journal more. But I ALSO said I'd do fifty push ups every day, and that failed after two weeks. I also know that this computer is being very stupid, because the mouse keeps going where it shouldn't be. It's a school laptop, and all the school laptops are kind of bad. But anyway, update:
Sunday: Went to church. Very awkward moment when the guy who I somewhat ditched- the one who I was texting with who turned out to be kind of a jerk- showed up on Sunday. He does not go to our church normally. It was the second time he had ever been. It was completely unexpected and VERY awkward.
Monday: Nothing of great consequence, except for the first all-grades rehearsal. Nothing else major.
Tuesday: Had a chorus concert and finished a knitted dress. Yes, the one I have been working on for two years. It is done. Finally. Yes, I am wearing it right now. Yes, it's kind of bad. But it's done. You have to make allowances for the fact that it's my first dress that I have ever made ever.
Wednesday: going to the Opera later. Yes, on a Wednesday. It's like a huge discount thing because it's the last dress rehearsal before opening, so the tickets were only like 12 bucks.
Okay, I have to go now. Goodbye. Will be back.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Friday, March 12, 2010
And for the lyrics...
Lyrics: American Pie. Singer/ writer: Don McLean. I have to get this on my iPod. I'm not kidding. I should have it, but I don't. No idea why.
A long long time ago
I can still remember how that music used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And maybe they'd be happy for a while
But February made me shiver
With every paper I'd deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn't take one more step
I can't remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died
So, bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' "this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die."
Did you write the Book of Love
And do you have faith in God above
If the Bible tells you so
Do you believe in rock n' roll
Can music save your mortal soul
And can you teach me how to dance real slow
Well, I know that you're in love with him
'Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Man, I dig those rhythm & blues
I was a lonely, teenage broncin' buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died
I started singin'
Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' "this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die."
Now for ten years we've been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone
But that's not how it used to be
When the Jester sang for the King and Queen
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
In a voice that came from you and me
Oh, and while the King was looking down
The Jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
And while Lenin read a book on Marx
The quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died
We were singin'
Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' "this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die."
Helter Skelter in a summer swelter
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast
It landed foul on the grass
The players tried for a forward pass
With the Jester on the sidelines in a cast
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the Sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to dance
Oh but we never got the chance
'Cause the players tried to take the field
The marching band refused to yield
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died
We started singing
Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' "this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die."
Oh, and there we were, all in one place
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again
So come on, Jack, be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack Flash sat on a candlestick
'Cause fire is the devils only friend
Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in Hell
Could break that Satan's spell
And as flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the music died
He was singing
Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' "this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die."
I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
I went down to the sacred store
Where I'd heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn't play
And in the streets the children screamed
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The church bells all were broken
And the three men I admire most
The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died
And they were singin'
Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
They were singin'
Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
A long long time ago
I can still remember how that music used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And maybe they'd be happy for a while
But February made me shiver
With every paper I'd deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn't take one more step
I can't remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died
So, bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' "this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die."
Did you write the Book of Love
And do you have faith in God above
If the Bible tells you so
Do you believe in rock n' roll
Can music save your mortal soul
And can you teach me how to dance real slow
Well, I know that you're in love with him
'Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Man, I dig those rhythm & blues
I was a lonely, teenage broncin' buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died
I started singin'
Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' "this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die."
Now for ten years we've been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone
But that's not how it used to be
When the Jester sang for the King and Queen
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
In a voice that came from you and me
Oh, and while the King was looking down
The Jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
And while Lenin read a book on Marx
The quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died
We were singin'
Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' "this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die."
Helter Skelter in a summer swelter
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast
It landed foul on the grass
The players tried for a forward pass
With the Jester on the sidelines in a cast
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the Sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to dance
Oh but we never got the chance
'Cause the players tried to take the field
The marching band refused to yield
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died
We started singing
Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' "this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die."
Oh, and there we were, all in one place
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again
So come on, Jack, be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack Flash sat on a candlestick
'Cause fire is the devils only friend
Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in Hell
Could break that Satan's spell
And as flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the music died
He was singing
Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' "this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die."
I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
I went down to the sacred store
Where I'd heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn't play
And in the streets the children screamed
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The church bells all were broken
And the three men I admire most
The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died
And they were singin'
Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
They were singin'
Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
American pie
So I was looking for lyrics for American Pie by Don McLean, and I came upon this kind of interesting website that analyzes the lyrics. here's the link: http://www.whrc-wi.org/americanpie.htm
lyrics- "Saga Begins", weird al
I love this song. And I'm listening to it right now. It's the parody of "American Pie" about Star Wars. yeah......
"The Saga Begins"
A long, long time ago
In a galaxy far away
Naboo was under an attack
And I thought me and Qui-Gon Jinn
Could talk the federation into
Maybe cutting them a little slack
But their response, it didn't thrill us
They locked the doors and tried to kill us
We escaped from that gas
Then met Jar Jar and Boss Nass
We took a bongo from the scene
And we went to Theed to see the Queen
We all wound up on Tatooine
That's where we found this boy...
Oh my my this here Anakin guy
May be Vader someday later - now he's just a small fry
And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye
Sayin' "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
"Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
Did you know this junkyard slave
Isn't even old enough to shave
But he can use the Force, they say
Ah, do you see him hitting on the queen
Though he's just nine and she's fourteen
Yeah, he's probably gonna marry her someday
Well, I know he built C-3PO
And I've heard how fast his pod can go
And we were broke, it's true
So we made a wager or two
He was a prepubescent flyin' ace
And the minute Jabba started off that race
Well, I knew who would win first place
Oh yes, it was our boy
We started singin' ...
My my this here Anakin guy
May be Vader someday later - now he's just a small fry
And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye
Sayin' "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
"Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
Now we finally got to Coruscant
The Jedi Council we knew would want
To see how good the boy could be
So we took him there and we told the tale
How his midi-chlorians were off the scale
And he might fulfill that prophecy
Oh, the Council was impressed, of course
Could he bring balance to the Force?
They interviewed the kid
Oh, training they forbid
Because Yoda sensed in him much fear
And Qui-Gon said "Now listen here"
"Just stick it in your pointy ear"
"I still will teach this boy"
He was singin' ...
My my this here Anakin guy
May be Vader someday later - now he's just a small fry
And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye
Sayin' "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
"Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
We caught a ride back to Naboo
'Cause Queen Amidala wanted to
I frankly would've liked to stay
We all fought in that epic war
And it wasn't long at all before
Little Hotshot flew his plane and saved the day
And in the end some Gunguns died
Some ships blew up and some pilots fried
A lot of folks were croakin'
The battle droids were broken
And the Jedi I admire most
Met up with Darth Maul and now he's toast
Well, I'm still here and he's a ghost
I guess I'll train this boy
And I was singin' ...
My my this here Anakin guy
May be Vader someday later - now he's just a small fry
And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye
Sayin' "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
"Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
We were singin' ...
My my this here Anakin guy
May be Vader someday later - now he's just a small fry
And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye
Sayin' "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
"The Saga Begins"
A long, long time ago
In a galaxy far away
Naboo was under an attack
And I thought me and Qui-Gon Jinn
Could talk the federation into
Maybe cutting them a little slack
But their response, it didn't thrill us
They locked the doors and tried to kill us
We escaped from that gas
Then met Jar Jar and Boss Nass
We took a bongo from the scene
And we went to Theed to see the Queen
We all wound up on Tatooine
That's where we found this boy...
Oh my my this here Anakin guy
May be Vader someday later - now he's just a small fry
And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye
Sayin' "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
"Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
Did you know this junkyard slave
Isn't even old enough to shave
But he can use the Force, they say
Ah, do you see him hitting on the queen
Though he's just nine and she's fourteen
Yeah, he's probably gonna marry her someday
Well, I know he built C-3PO
And I've heard how fast his pod can go
And we were broke, it's true
So we made a wager or two
He was a prepubescent flyin' ace
And the minute Jabba started off that race
Well, I knew who would win first place
Oh yes, it was our boy
We started singin' ...
My my this here Anakin guy
May be Vader someday later - now he's just a small fry
And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye
Sayin' "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
"Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
Now we finally got to Coruscant
The Jedi Council we knew would want
To see how good the boy could be
So we took him there and we told the tale
How his midi-chlorians were off the scale
And he might fulfill that prophecy
Oh, the Council was impressed, of course
Could he bring balance to the Force?
They interviewed the kid
Oh, training they forbid
Because Yoda sensed in him much fear
And Qui-Gon said "Now listen here"
"Just stick it in your pointy ear"
"I still will teach this boy"
He was singin' ...
My my this here Anakin guy
May be Vader someday later - now he's just a small fry
And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye
Sayin' "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
"Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
We caught a ride back to Naboo
'Cause Queen Amidala wanted to
I frankly would've liked to stay
We all fought in that epic war
And it wasn't long at all before
Little Hotshot flew his plane and saved the day
And in the end some Gunguns died
Some ships blew up and some pilots fried
A lot of folks were croakin'
The battle droids were broken
And the Jedi I admire most
Met up with Darth Maul and now he's toast
Well, I'm still here and he's a ghost
I guess I'll train this boy
And I was singin' ...
My my this here Anakin guy
May be Vader someday later - now he's just a small fry
And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye
Sayin' "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
"Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
We were singin' ...
My my this here Anakin guy
May be Vader someday later - now he's just a small fry
And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye
Sayin' "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
I love warm rains
I'm very happy that it's raining now. If this were December, I'd be miserable, because it was COLD in December. But as it's WARM now, rain is making me happy. I'm not as happy as I'd be if it were sunny, but I really like the rain when the weather is warm. I have no idea why. But I like it. It just feels like something awesome is about to start when it rains and it's like sixty degrees out, and it's spring or summer. When it rains and it's winter or late fall and it's cold, it feels like something is dying. At least it does to me. I don't know about you, but that's what it's like for me. It just feels nice, you know? I should be sick of precipitation by now, but at least rain will dry out after a day or two, unlike two rounds of two feet of snow after the first one isn't even totally melted.
There's still some snow on the ground- not a lot, but there's some. I'M READY FOR SPRING, DARN IT! Hopefully all this rain will wash away the excess snow and life can officially move on, instead of having to stay around and mope about snow and not be able to do anything because we can't go anywhere because we're snowed in. Hooray! I am ready to move on from winter, partially because I don't particularly like winter, and partially because my birthday is in April. I don't know whether I'm going to enjoy being a year older, but I will officially be able to drive. Well, I can in September. But still.
You're not exactly a teenager every day.
There's still some snow on the ground- not a lot, but there's some. I'M READY FOR SPRING, DARN IT! Hopefully all this rain will wash away the excess snow and life can officially move on, instead of having to stay around and mope about snow and not be able to do anything because we can't go anywhere because we're snowed in. Hooray! I am ready to move on from winter, partially because I don't particularly like winter, and partially because my birthday is in April. I don't know whether I'm going to enjoy being a year older, but I will officially be able to drive. Well, I can in September. But still.
You're not exactly a teenager every day.
Monday, March 8, 2010
And the all-grades...
Okay, for the all-grades show, I will be playing the glorious roll of a starfish in Aslan's army. Yes, a starfish. I don't recall there ever being said starfish in Aslan's army, nor do I recall there EVER being a starfish in "The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe," or any other C.S. Lewis book, for that matter, but there are a lot of made-up parts in our production. I am also the fight choreographer. It should be great fun. Really. I'm SUPER psyched about it. I'll probably need to do a crash course in Gum Do (Korean swordfighting) and stuff to work with the sword bits, but other than that, I hope I will do well- after all, I HAVE spent the last eight years in a dojang. I'm not COMPLETELY worthless when it comes to fighting. I hope. Anyhoo, it should be great fun to do this production, regardless of whether or not there are actually supposed to be starfish in it. I get to make people look cool when they beat each other up. Who wouldn't love that? Well, if you're a girly girl, I could understand, but I'm NOT a girly girl, so therefore, I'm SUPER psyched about this. Okay, I'm off to play around with Pirates of the Caribbean music and lots of random blocks and punches and such. Goodbye for now.
haven't posted in a while...
I know, I haven't posted in a while. I've been journaling more than I've been blogging lately. I don't know why, because I said I would do both more during Lent. I obviously haven't kept up on the blogging part of it. I'll have to work on that. Anyway, update:
On Thursday, I actually had fun in gym when we played basketball. It's the only game I can play with reasonable enjoyment in gym aside from volleyball and soccer.
On Friday, I pulled a muscle in my left leg in gym when I went into the splits too fast. I also learned that I could hit a high D and began developing a cold. Not fun.
On Saturday, I went to a TV/ Multimedia production class at the career center, in lieu of being able to do the actual class during the school day. It's really fun. I also got to go to CVS and walk back, even though my leg was killing me the whole walk home.
On Sunday, I went to church and a Venturing Crew meeting. We packed health kits for Haiti and I took notes at the crew meeting because I am the secretary/ blogger, and that's what I do.
On Thursday, I actually had fun in gym when we played basketball. It's the only game I can play with reasonable enjoyment in gym aside from volleyball and soccer.
On Friday, I pulled a muscle in my left leg in gym when I went into the splits too fast. I also learned that I could hit a high D and began developing a cold. Not fun.
On Saturday, I went to a TV/ Multimedia production class at the career center, in lieu of being able to do the actual class during the school day. It's really fun. I also got to go to CVS and walk back, even though my leg was killing me the whole walk home.
On Sunday, I went to church and a Venturing Crew meeting. We packed health kits for Haiti and I took notes at the crew meeting because I am the secretary/ blogger, and that's what I do.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
what...?
12 crazy jobs:
1. banana gasser
2. snake milker
3. fire scientist
4. fortune cookie writer. Sign me up!
5. professional whistler
6. ostrich babysitter. sounds like guarding except they have feathers.
7. nasty stunt producer-eating roaches and such. like on fear factor.
8. cereal box author
9. ringtone recorder. Well, someone has to figure out what tune will bug people the most...
10. fecal archeologist. I'd rather not be an ancient poop analyst, but still..
11. polar bear mother... no comment...
12. lion tamer
1. banana gasser
2. snake milker
3. fire scientist
4. fortune cookie writer. Sign me up!
5. professional whistler
6. ostrich babysitter. sounds like guarding except they have feathers.
7. nasty stunt producer-eating roaches and such. like on fear factor.
8. cereal box author
9. ringtone recorder. Well, someone has to figure out what tune will bug people the most...
10. fecal archeologist. I'd rather not be an ancient poop analyst, but still..
11. polar bear mother... no comment...
12. lion tamer
jobs... argh!
It's the time of year where I have to start looking up summer jobs, and I'm NOT HAPPY about it. I don't want to be a lifeguard again. It's a good job and paid well and such, but everyone seemed to not like me all that much and it just wasn't all that fun. And I wasn't good at it. I know, there's nothing hard about sitting in a chair, but I'd be terrible if I actually had to save someone. I know, I went through the training and got the certificate and such, but I was really bad at it. Like, REALLY bad.
So I'm looking up other stuff. I don't know what I want to do yet, but maybe waiting tables or serving at the ice cream place. Or working at a craft store or something.
Anyway, my mother said that if I don't find a decent job to apply to by the time the deadline for the guarding applications are due, she's going to make me apply for guarding. I don't know why. I want to have a job this summer, but I don't want it to be one that my mom wanted me to do and I didn't. My ideal job, of course, is like my own knitting business thing, because I only have about five weeks of this entire ten-week summer where I can actually work, and only the last three are consecutive where I'm doing absolutely nothing, and I don't think any job would hire me when I can only work for three weeks, so I could run my own business on my own time. And I don't think I can have the time commitment to do a job during school where someone else is the boss. It just wouldn't work.
Anyway, I'm going to go and look up various jobs that I could potentially do that my mother won't hate. I'm not sure how well that will work, but it's worth a try, you know?
So I'm looking up other stuff. I don't know what I want to do yet, but maybe waiting tables or serving at the ice cream place. Or working at a craft store or something.
Anyway, my mother said that if I don't find a decent job to apply to by the time the deadline for the guarding applications are due, she's going to make me apply for guarding. I don't know why. I want to have a job this summer, but I don't want it to be one that my mom wanted me to do and I didn't. My ideal job, of course, is like my own knitting business thing, because I only have about five weeks of this entire ten-week summer where I can actually work, and only the last three are consecutive where I'm doing absolutely nothing, and I don't think any job would hire me when I can only work for three weeks, so I could run my own business on my own time. And I don't think I can have the time commitment to do a job during school where someone else is the boss. It just wouldn't work.
Anyway, I'm going to go and look up various jobs that I could potentially do that my mother won't hate. I'm not sure how well that will work, but it's worth a try, you know?
Sunday, February 28, 2010
IN other news...
I'm probably going to either sing "Popular" from Wicked or "Notice Me Horton" from Seussical the Musical for Cabaret this year. I'm only going to sing "Notice Me Horton" if I can get someone to be Horton, which would be kind of awkward, because it's a half-love song, and at my age, asking someone to sing something like "Notice Me Horton" is basically like saying, "Hi, I like you, but I'm not going to say it, I'm going to sing it to you with subliminal referencing to my own emotions, and this won't be awkward at all. So will you sing it with me?" However, my voice coach suggested I talk to my chorus teacher about him doing it. My chorus teacher is awesome and everything, but still. It would be very awkward if I sang a half-love song to him/ with him. GAH!!! I love the song as well-I sang it in performance once when I was thirteen, and that was before I gave as much thought to this sort of thing, and I didn't have a choice in who played Horton- but I don't want to give the impression that I like him by asking him to sing it with me, you know? I do like him, but I don't like like him.
coooookieeeeessss
Well, I am going to go sell Girl Scout cookies soon, at a booth. Hooray! Seriously, girl scout cookies are officially my new fetish. I LOVE them. AND the fact that I have almost two full cases of tagalongs and thin mints in the downstairs room.... shhhh.... okay, they're technically my mother's. But still. They're downstairs. And my mother has yet to pay me for them, by the way. But still.
COOKIIEESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
COOKIIEESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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