Since I didn't get to sleep until 3 a.m. this morning and awoke at 6:30 a.m., I was not really in a good mood today.
To add to that, I got into history class and had realized that we had a test today (which was complete bullsnot) that I forgot to prepare for. If Mrs. Jordan didn't expect me to know the names of all the athletes in the 1920's, I would have aced it. Somehow, I don't think I'm EVER going to need to know the ones I couldn't remember. Babe Ruth. Capone. Bessie Smith. Louis Armstrong. Done. <---THOSE matter, Mrs. Jordan. I'm a musician, not a stack of note-cards. /fumes. Not to mention I got the date wrong on when our current event (another pointless assignment) was due, and it was today. Luckily, she was feeling nice enough to print one off for me and let me do as much as I could after the test. So that's not another zero, thankfully.
So, like I said, bad mood. I'm not going to copy down my vent to a piece of paper because I've decided to spare my blog of that kind of obscenity. I was mad. :/
A song I hear often on the radio:
I'm just worried about my grades, is all. That's a new one for me--not because I don't care, just because I haven't had to before.
Sweet--Casual Fashion Time :)
Cardigan: Handmedown from Abbi Siler. Blue Shirt: JCPenney's-$15(guesstimate). Stupid Skinny Jeans: JCPenney's-$13. Shoes: Payless-$11. Necklace: Gift from Syrena :)
Oh and a haircut :/
I liked this outfit. Really comfortable, and perfect for the kind of weather we were having today. I'm becoming quite the fashion enthusiast. Twice now, my dear friend Harrison has told me on separate occasions that I have looked "posh". I delight in that :). I really do hate skinny jeans, but things have gone terribly wrong with all my flairs (not meaning I outgrew them, they just broke).
So, instead of posting like 5 songs to catch up with the song challenge, I'm just going to post one when I actually have something to say in my blog rather than filling posts with just a song and an apology for having nothing to say. I'm going to do it on my own terms, in other words.
A song I used to love, but now hate:
Anything by Escape the Fate--minus "Situations"..I still love that. x)
I got a haircut today. I hate getting haircuts. I feel like I've been working so hard to grow my hair out and then I have to go and cut off a good inch of it to get rid of split ends...seems counter-productive, but I know it's good for my hair, and I shouldn't go without a routine trim. Even so, I like the way it looks, and my hair is healthy now, yay :)
I worked a 10 hour shift on Sunday (awful.), and though it was pretty unenjoyable, it gave me time to think while waiting on cars to come through the drive thru. So, since I knew I would forget if I didn't, I made a list of things I thought about in depth just so I could blog about them.
Birds
I think about birds alot. If I were to be any animal, I would definitely be a bird--one that could fly, of course.
Of all birds, owls are my favorite, then the giant flocks of blackbirds. While at work, I see the flocks of blackbirds fly over to wherever they're going beyond regions bank, and it's like they're nearly unending until the last little fluttering creature catches up to the rest of them. I admire the way they move together, undulating, and coexisting.
I have never seen two of those birds attack each other while in flight--which is when I would say they are at their most vulnerable. I wish people could be like that. I wish we could coexist and cooperate the way the blackbirds do, not taking advantage of each other at our weak points and just trying to survive together rather than kill each other. Does that make sense? As far as Owls go, they just seem respectable. Kings of the winged beasts. I would not want to mess with an owl, if I were a bird other than one.
Another thing I think about: Timber.
It's a term used for describing something about a person's singing voice, i.e: "They have different timbers".
It's like some voices are like ebony--deep, rich, sturdy...and others are like balsa wood--thin, shaky, and fragile. It's just a really interesting thing to think about. Determining what your own timber would sound like. For me I'd say Ivory--but ivory isn't really wood. It's made of tusks and such. Idunno. Suggestions? Opinions?
I found this really cool (yet mostly useless) instrument the other day on youtube, called the Theremin. It's the strangest thing I have ever seen, but quite intriguing. It was invented by this russian professor guy, Leon Theremin. I'm pretty sure it's the only instrument you can play (besides your voice) without touching it. Look it up, it's kind of entertaining to watch. Its only real use that I've discovered was for the Star Trek soundtracks.
Dreams
I don't usually remember my dreams. It's kind of saddening to me. I wish I did remember them. I wish I had more of an insight into my subconscious. When I do remember my dreams, they're just weird. Two nights ago, I dreamed I followed this neon purple and blue lizard around and it grew to the size of my miniature dachsund and became my friend. Like I said, weird.
I remember the two really symbolic dreams I have had, and I remember the recurring characters in my dreams...but as for every night, I don't remember what goes on. I think dreams are fascinating, I wish I could understand them better.
I cannot wait for the sun, heat, and the lake. I cannot wait for April to get here. I cannot wait to go to UCA in the fall, and EUROPE this summer! There's so much ahead of me, I'm just so excited :)
Another thing I think about alot--guys from my past.
Particularly ones I never dated, but almost did. I refer to them as "the unknowns" in my head, because that's what they are to me. But I guess "the almosts" would be more appropriate. Idunno. They're just the guys who might could have been something good for me, but it doesn't really matter at this point in my life. I'm happy with Jake. Perfectly happy :). But I still think about it, them, the unknowns. Not because I want something else, not at all, but just because it's interesting to think of how things could have been different. To have something to think about, I suppose. I don't like letting the same things occupy my mind all the time.
Wellll. I've featured this on the blog before, but I can't really think of anything else at the moment to describe me. So, here's Tyler Ward and Alex Goot's cover of Katy Perry's "Firework" (totally blows katy out of the water). Since I feel like this song describes me, I'm using it for my UCA guard tryout :) I'm really excited. I've got about half of my routine done.
On another note, we had our first official show of High School Musical, and it went better than I expected. Today was a success for sure :)
Oh, and the techies totally stole the show--after the show. Thanks for singing for us, actors :) You guys are making this show really enjoyable. I'm really enjoying having a small tech group too, we seem to work together and flow really well. I love all the new first years, and I just know there's gonna be some tears when the final curtain closes. I'm gonna miss this.
Day 11 - A song from your favorite band I don't really..have..one? But okay.
Lied. They really are my favorite.
Day 12 - A song from a band you hate ^not disgracing my blog that way^
Day 13 - A song that is a guilty pleasure
Does it defeat the purpose of "guilty pleasure" if I'm not ashamed at all? I guess. Most people would say N'Sync is a guilty pleasure though. I'm freaking proud. Fangirl right here.
I hate the thought that we send innocent men to kill other innocent soldiers, women, and children--just to defend some governmental dispute, or our freedom.
I hate that the people of the world cannot respect each other enough, each other's culture, and differences, enough to just leave each other alone, or co-exist.
I hate the thought of people dying--murderously or peacefully.
That our soldiers had/have to mentally prepare themselves to die the next morning, or hour.
That beautiful cities like Dresden were destroyed in the name of war.
I believe that nothing good comes of war--good only comes when we win a war, and that is never guaranteed.
I believe that no man in uniform deserves an award for surviving--every single one of them do.
Enemy, or American.
Every one.
I believe that the German people do not deserve the stereotypes most Americans stamp on them because of their past. The Nazi movement does not define Germany in any way today.
The atomic bomb should have never been invented. (Granted, it was bound to happen).
What if someone in Hiroshima had developed the cure for cancer? Someone we killed?
What if they could've saved us from our own war-loving souls?
When an explosion can turn a desert to glass in a split-second, kill 120,000 instantly, and even more slowly, why have we not asked if we're doing something wrong, instead of rejoicing in the decimation of a population?
Rejoicing in the fact that we won the war,
by killing innocent people?
"Well that's just the price we pay."
NO.
That's the price they paid, and they didn't sign up for it.
I could never kill someone, no matter what amount of malice I had for them OR their country in my heart.
It's not fair, it's not right, and I will never understand how they do it.
Soldiers, of all branches of the military, I commend you for your loyalty to your countries--your job is something I could never do. Thank you. I don't understand you, or it, but thank you for doing whatever it is you think you're doing right.
S.W. 2-25-11
I wrote this while watching a video in American History Class Friday, I've made my point.
Feedback? Comments, please. I want to know what you think.
Cardigan: Handmedown from Abbi Siler. Blue Shirt: JCPenney's-$15(guesstimate). Stupid Skinny Jeans: JCPenney's-$13. Shoes: Payless-$11. Necklace: Gift from Syrena :)
