Typical summer day in the life.
=]
"...I feel the sweet rays soaking into my skin. There is happiness; only from my heart to my fingertips."
5.21.2010
5.19.2010
"I feel like my voice is bipolar!!"
That was somewhat the effect of what I said to my voice teacher this afternoon.
I went from singing a song from Mozart's Don Giovanni, to a piece from a pop-influenced Broadway song!! It was quite a fantastical experience, I must admit. I enjoyed every second of it, it just struck me as odd..
Batti Batti takes me up through the higher part of my range- though not quite as far as I can go ;) - whereas Someone Else's Story (From "Chess") contains the lowest notes of all the songs in my training repertoire. (The links attached are both to the songs as found on youtube; I felt Batti Batti is most appreciated in its true theatrical setting, and thus attached a corresponding video =] But if you would like to listen to it in a... the word isn't "better" ...just easier to listen to, then I suggest watching this version of Batti Batti. He voice is stunning. =)
I went from singing a song from Mozart's Don Giovanni, to a piece from a pop-influenced Broadway song!! It was quite a fantastical experience, I must admit. I enjoyed every second of it, it just struck me as odd..
Batti Batti takes me up through the higher part of my range- though not quite as far as I can go ;) - whereas Someone Else's Story (From "Chess") contains the lowest notes of all the songs in my training repertoire. (The links attached are both to the songs as found on youtube; I felt Batti Batti is most appreciated in its true theatrical setting, and thus attached a corresponding video =] But if you would like to listen to it in a... the word isn't "better" ...just easier to listen to, then I suggest watching this version of Batti Batti. He voice is stunning. =)
5.17.2010
A couple random thoughts whizzing through my head
There's is a difference between being homeschooled and being a homeschooler. I wold just like to point that out. Please don't confuse the two.
The was a HUUUUUUUUUGE storm the otherday... complete with golf-ball-sized-hail, tornado sirens, and all that Okie glory. After the storm, my brobros and I most definitely went to go play in the freezing puddles of melted hail. Hypothermia or not; It. Was. Amazing. I love storms ♥
Speaking of storms... my friend and I were talking during one such epic storm, and we came to the conclusion that this happens only here in good old OK; when the tornado sirens go off, everyone RUNS.... not to shelter, but outside to try to see it!! Yes, I am guilty of such ridiculousness.. with pride.
While I have never finished the book "Les Miserable," I nevertheless have fallen in love with the musical. But like, a ri-dic-u-lous obsession. It's not even funny!! Well, okay, maybe to the outside observer... I will most definitely be posting my favorite songs soon- but til then, may I just say that it takes a REAL MAN to sing like this...and pull it off?? Yes.. Colm Wilkinson singing "Bring Him Home;" TEARS- Or at least chill bumps- every time. I mean come on!! Listen to that last note and tell me if it is not... beyond phenomenal.
AAAAND speaking of songs and ridiculously talented singers, I present to you... Nick Pitera. UM, wow. I am again at a loss for words. Just listen to his "A Whole New World," from Disney's Aladdin, and I think you'll know what I mean. My other favorite of his is "Don't Stop Believing."
One of the most wonderful feelings in the world... the feeling is so intense, I think I'm suffocating. I can't get enough air. Then the tears start coming. No matter how hard I try, they don't stop. I gasp... I can't breathe through the tears. No one else can feel it.. but they all see... and they laugh. I can't get air.. and I can't make a sound. And the tears keep coming. And I try to breathe.. It hurts so much. Okay, at this point, I should point out that I am NOT depressed and I do NOT have an obsession with pain. At all. The emotion I am talking about is laughing so insanely hard that the the tears come instantly, and I seriously am having life-threatening convulsions on the floor. It is easily on of my mostest favoritest feelings ever- it's one that comes only once in awhile (I mean come on.. how many things are so hysterical that the the tears come BEFORE we actually start laughing???), and it's one that can't be faked. It just made me happy =)
The was a HUUUUUUUUUGE storm the otherday... complete with golf-ball-sized-hail, tornado sirens, and all that Okie glory. After the storm, my brobros and I most definitely went to go play in the freezing puddles of melted hail. Hypothermia or not; It. Was. Amazing. I love storms ♥
Speaking of storms... my friend and I were talking during one such epic storm, and we came to the conclusion that this happens only here in good old OK; when the tornado sirens go off, everyone RUNS.... not to shelter, but outside to try to see it!! Yes, I am guilty of such ridiculousness.. with pride.
While I have never finished the book "Les Miserable," I nevertheless have fallen in love with the musical. But like, a ri-dic-u-lous obsession. It's not even funny!! Well, okay, maybe to the outside observer... I will most definitely be posting my favorite songs soon- but til then, may I just say that it takes a REAL MAN to sing like this...and pull it off?? Yes.. Colm Wilkinson singing "Bring Him Home;" TEARS- Or at least chill bumps- every time. I mean come on!! Listen to that last note and tell me if it is not... beyond phenomenal.
AAAAND speaking of songs and ridiculously talented singers, I present to you... Nick Pitera. UM, wow. I am again at a loss for words. Just listen to his "A Whole New World," from Disney's Aladdin, and I think you'll know what I mean. My other favorite of his is "Don't Stop Believing."
One of the most wonderful feelings in the world... the feeling is so intense, I think I'm suffocating. I can't get enough air. Then the tears start coming. No matter how hard I try, they don't stop. I gasp... I can't breathe through the tears. No one else can feel it.. but they all see... and they laugh. I can't get air.. and I can't make a sound. And the tears keep coming. And I try to breathe.. It hurts so much. Okay, at this point, I should point out that I am NOT depressed and I do NOT have an obsession with pain. At all. The emotion I am talking about is laughing so insanely hard that the the tears come instantly, and I seriously am having life-threatening convulsions on the floor. It is easily on of my mostest favoritest feelings ever- it's one that comes only once in awhile (I mean come on.. how many things are so hysterical that the the tears come BEFORE we actually start laughing???), and it's one that can't be faked. It just made me happy =)
5.13.2010
I think I'll try defying gravity...
Ohhhhh, if only.. I don't know what the deal is, but I seem to have a knack for odd injuries. Maybe odd is not the right word; my friend describes the stories of my injuries as "un-epic," so in other words, lame. ;)
The floor just loves me!! If I were to write a letter to the floor, it would go something to this effect:
"Dear Floor, I know how much you love me. But once in awhile, would you please try to separate yourself from my face? Especially in public. People always give the oddest looks when we're together. Don't get me wrong, I really do appreciate you, and I don't know where I would be without you!! I just think we should try...separating a little bit. And please tell your friend Gravity.. to lay off. He seems intent on putting us together. But I already like you, so it's okay. =). Thaaaaaaanks. Love, Me"
Back to the original topic... the topic being ridiculous injuries. Just recently, I got this HUGE scar across my leg from falling UP the DOWN escalator. Is this normal? Should I be concerned??
Bwahaha, okay, story time. So I went to a Spring Formal awhile ago, danced all night in heels, and had NO PROBLEM. Next morning, I was getting ready to go to a friend's house for her birthday. As I was walking down the stairs... BAM. Fell half way down and almost put my head through the glass door. That, my friends, takes serious skill. My ankle was twisted, but other than that, I had no serious injuries. Oh, but I am not done yet with this story of epic-ness. Ooooooh no. S owe (my brother's and I) arrived at our friend's house, and had a splendiferous time, right? Okay, glad you're following. Later that lovely evening, I went outside to retrieve the birthday present- mind you, it was evening. Thus, DARK. As I opened the door to come back in, something went incredibly wrong, and I fell through the doorway, spilling the presents eeeeeeverywhere! ON TOP OF THAT, just as I opened the door, my brother shouted "Don't trip!!" to someone else entirely!! Needless to say.. we were in hysterics. Hysteria on MY part being that I had further twisted my ankle. Did I mention that that was the DAY before tech week for my play?? That aside, I still find that incredibly funny!
Other interesting injuries.... let's seeeeee... I jammed my finger in volleyball today trying to set out of the net... I guess that's pretty typical. Is it typical that my ring finger is now twice it's normal size and on odd purpley-blackish color? Hmm... Bwahaha, earlier in the season, I got a scar on my face- extending from above my cheekbone almost to my jaw line- from falling down some bleachers between volleyball games. That got me attention fort he next couple weeks. I think you can STILL see it, a little bit.. if you're looking for it. I got carpet burn on my elbows from falling off of the stage during one rehearsal... The list goes on. I think you get the idea. Gravity just loves me for no apparent reason. ;)
<<-- That's a picture one of my amazing-photography-minded friends took after one of my encounters with the ground. Notice, if you look closely, my wrapped ankle; this was taken about two days after the above-related story. =)
The floor just loves me!! If I were to write a letter to the floor, it would go something to this effect:
"Dear Floor, I know how much you love me. But once in awhile, would you please try to separate yourself from my face? Especially in public. People always give the oddest looks when we're together. Don't get me wrong, I really do appreciate you, and I don't know where I would be without you!! I just think we should try...separating a little bit. And please tell your friend Gravity.. to lay off. He seems intent on putting us together. But I already like you, so it's okay. =). Thaaaaaaanks. Love, Me"
Back to the original topic... the topic being ridiculous injuries. Just recently, I got this HUGE scar across my leg from falling UP the DOWN escalator. Is this normal? Should I be concerned??
Bwahaha, okay, story time. So I went to a Spring Formal awhile ago, danced all night in heels, and had NO PROBLEM. Next morning, I was getting ready to go to a friend's house for her birthday. As I was walking down the stairs... BAM. Fell half way down and almost put my head through the glass door. That, my friends, takes serious skill. My ankle was twisted, but other than that, I had no serious injuries. Oh, but I am not done yet with this story of epic-ness. Ooooooh no. S owe (my brother's and I) arrived at our friend's house, and had a splendiferous time, right? Okay, glad you're following. Later that lovely evening, I went outside to retrieve the birthday present- mind you, it was evening. Thus, DARK. As I opened the door to come back in, something went incredibly wrong, and I fell through the doorway, spilling the presents eeeeeeverywhere! ON TOP OF THAT, just as I opened the door, my brother shouted "Don't trip!!" to someone else entirely!! Needless to say.. we were in hysterics. Hysteria on MY part being that I had further twisted my ankle. Did I mention that that was the DAY before tech week for my play?? That aside, I still find that incredibly funny!
Other interesting injuries.... let's seeeeee... I jammed my finger in volleyball today trying to set out of the net... I guess that's pretty typical. Is it typical that my ring finger is now twice it's normal size and on odd purpley-blackish color? Hmm... Bwahaha, earlier in the season, I got a scar on my face- extending from above my cheekbone almost to my jaw line- from falling down some bleachers between volleyball games. That got me attention fort he next couple weeks. I think you can STILL see it, a little bit.. if you're looking for it. I got carpet burn on my elbows from falling off of the stage during one rehearsal... The list goes on. I think you get the idea. Gravity just loves me for no apparent reason. ;)
<<-- That's a picture one of my amazing-photography-minded friends took after one of my encounters with the ground. Notice, if you look closely, my wrapped ankle; this was taken about two days after the above-related story. =)
5.10.2010
typical night. I think I should be scared of myself.
Setting: 11:00
Night before mothers day.
Random radio songs playing in the back.
Background; for Mother's day, my sister had the idea to edit a picture of each of us 7 kids and 4 grand kids, and put aforesaid pictures into a collage-ish frame. Pictures printed, I set about trying to wrap this yard-by-yard monstrosity. Remember, it's nearly midnight, and I'd been up for awhile already...
Rolling out the paper... dang it! End of the roll. Well, maybe there's just enough... (growls) I can't reach both ends!! Well, maybe I can stretch to reach both ends... yeah, no. That's not gonna work. Okay I'm gonna set the frame down on it to keep it down. Somehow I'm going to make this work. At this point, I stop just thinking to myself. I am speaking out loud. To the wrapping paper. I kid you not. But because I am lazy, I'm just going to keep doing the italics. HEY NOW. DOOOOOON'T you go rolling back on me! noooooo no no, this isn't gonna work. Hey now, don't gimme that! Listen to me! You get back to where you were (I think I seriously expected it to listen to me. Wow..) K, you know what? You just stay all rolled up in yourself. That's. Just. Fine. See if I care! *starts singing along to song in the background. I think it was "Solo" by Iyaz- one of my favorite songs, most defs. * Yeahh, take that.
...And I think you get the idea. For the sake of your sanity, I'll refrain from the details of the story. I'm just going to mention the shoebox, a bag of skittles, and the Cupid Shuffle also played a role in that epic night.
BUTTT, all in all, it was worth it. Mi madre "felt the love," so I consider it a success.
Thanks for all you do Mommy! I love you!
Finished product... I'm kinda proud of it. It looks a lot better in person, let me assure you haha. But I like it anyway =)
THEEE infamous gift. The green picture in the middle is actually Jeremiah 29:11... one of our "family verses," so it only made sense to put it in =)
Night before mothers day.
Random radio songs playing in the back.
Background; for Mother's day, my sister had the idea to edit a picture of each of us 7 kids and 4 grand kids, and put aforesaid pictures into a collage-ish frame. Pictures printed, I set about trying to wrap this yard-by-yard monstrosity. Remember, it's nearly midnight, and I'd been up for awhile already...
Rolling out the paper... dang it! End of the roll. Well, maybe there's just enough... (growls) I can't reach both ends!! Well, maybe I can stretch to reach both ends... yeah, no. That's not gonna work. Okay I'm gonna set the frame down on it to keep it down. Somehow I'm going to make this work. At this point, I stop just thinking to myself. I am speaking out loud. To the wrapping paper. I kid you not. But because I am lazy, I'm just going to keep doing the italics. HEY NOW. DOOOOOON'T you go rolling back on me! noooooo no no, this isn't gonna work. Hey now, don't gimme that! Listen to me! You get back to where you were (I think I seriously expected it to listen to me. Wow..) K, you know what? You just stay all rolled up in yourself. That's. Just. Fine. See if I care! *starts singing along to song in the background. I think it was "Solo" by Iyaz- one of my favorite songs, most defs. * Yeahh, take that.
...And I think you get the idea. For the sake of your sanity, I'll refrain from the details of the story. I'm just going to mention the shoebox, a bag of skittles, and the Cupid Shuffle also played a role in that epic night.
BUTTT, all in all, it was worth it. Mi madre "felt the love," so I consider it a success.
Thanks for all you do Mommy! I love you!
Finished product... I'm kinda proud of it. It looks a lot better in person, let me assure you haha. But I like it anyway =)
THEEE infamous gift. The green picture in the middle is actually Jeremiah 29:11... one of our "family verses," so it only made sense to put it in =)
5.06.2010
This could be the start of somethin beautiful =)
... I didn't like my old blog- musings and antics . I know that sounds odd and pointless- why didn't I just change up my old one? But I just wasn't... connected to it, I guess. Silly as that sounds. SOOOO, anyway, this one is going to be more... personal than the Serendipity blog. We'll see what comes of it. =)
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