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[Apr. 10th, 2008|02:14 am] |
This will be my first post in almost a year, weird...
Haha, I was looking back on my posts and holy crap, I was so angsty! There were a few happy posts, but by and large, it was all:
No one understands me! I'm not good enough! I'm not talented (we ALL know that's a lie) I don't have any friends (who's fault is that?) I hate life and Mormonism (WOW, I WAS WRONG ON THAT ONE!)
Geez, I hope I'm not that whiny anymore... |
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[Apr. 23rd, 2007|01:12 am] |
It seems there's a trend among the journalers...
Ah, last mainstage show at AHS. I was kinda making fun of all of the seniors who were crying and stuff before the show started. I know it happens every year, but I've never really seen the purpose for it because A: There's still a month of school left, B: There's still summer, and C: we'll keep in touch. And then we did the show and it all went off without a hitch and all was well in Chinatown. We hit up the strike and the pre-party with pizza and "mmmm... delicious" and everything. And then we migrated to the cast party (parking was a total fiasco) and signed posters and cranked the music and ate cake (PS it was my b-day yesterday). Pretty much like every other musical and most other shows. Very similar.
And like every other show, I hit a wall at about 130 AM and wanted to leave because I was tired and depressed and a bit stressed. And then I hit a second wind about 10 mins later. Just like every other party.
And then I got home at 445. And it all kinda hit me like a ton of bricks. I was going to leave in four months for a completely new place, with little to no connections to AHS.
And I am a rarity in high school because I don't want to leave. At all. Not one bit.
I can't help but look back and see friends I didn't befriend soon enough, friends that it's almost too late to maintain a good friendship at college. And I think about people I wish I knew better, people I wish I'd introduced myself to somehow, and people I wish I was nicer to. I feel like there's unfinished business, people I had a chance to impact but didn't. I feel like I've left a good-sized mark, but what if it could have been bigger?
And I think about the other three guys in the quartet. They're my friends, but if it wasn't for the barbershop quartet I wouldn't like them as much. For whatever reason, they've kinda become the three people I wish I didn't have to leave the most. Which is kinda ironic, because one of 'em doesn't like me at all.
I know that college will be fun and I'll make tons of friends, but I just am so terrified that I'll lose track of Emily or Carter or Karen or Dave or Katie or Sonny or Allie or John or Kelly or Justin or Justin or Justin or Parm or Megan or Tina or just about anyone else. It's going to happen to everyone and change is pretty much the one thing we can depend on, but I so wish that I could just freeze-frame some of my time in high school. |
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[Apr. 10th, 2007|09:56 pm] |
OK I'm feeling a little music-lovin' right now, just know that and be prepared.
THINGS I LOVE ABOUT MUSIC (especially singing.)
Music is maybe not the same, but similar, in every language. If a person from NYC went to India and began singing a song, the Indian would know it as music.
Music is constant. I watched a video of BYU combined choirs singing one of my favorite songs. The video is from the 80s and their hair and outfits are weird, I felt just like I did when I listened to the same song, recorded in 2001.
As music is constant, it does not follow fads like other things do. Music may get old and it evolves into other things (witness prog rock), but it doesn't come in and out like other things do.
Music is constant, but it also can surprise you.
Music, when you're in the audience, is good.
Music, as a performer, is amazing.
Music is loaded with nuance like all other art forms.
Music can convey emotions like almost nothing else. More people cry in music concerts than in movies, if you look at the proportions.
Music is universally well-liked. More people like it than hate it. Granted, it takes certain types of music, but I bet more people universally hate TV than universally hate music.
For me, music is more linked to memory than anything, maybe even sight.
Music is a necessity, but especially if it isn't forced.
I guess I'm biased, but I get chills either when I hear beautiful music or do beautiful music. If I'm the one doing, I swear, the chills are like... wow, amazing
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mUhU0HgTq94 |
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[Mar. 25th, 2007|07:15 pm] |
"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE HHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWW!!!"
-Brett on the airplane at takeoff
"Ugh."
-Brett, shortly after waking up from the 4-hour nap he took on the plane
"Achoo!"
-Brett after taking in his first New York, New York breath in 6 years
"Oooooh..."
-Brett looking off the Empire State Building
"Ptooey"
-Brett spitting off the Empire State Building
"chomp!"
-Brett at the Carnegie Deli
"Interesting, but what was he trying to say about Communist Russian domestic and export economics?"
-Brett at the Museum of Modern Art
"HA, HAHAHAHA!"
-Brett at The Daily Show with Jon Stewart if he gets lucky and finds tickets
"WAUGH!!!!"
-Brett sobbing while boarding the plane to come home
See you all in a few days! |
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[Mar. 9th, 2007|07:55 pm] |
My wish list (along with prices):
Driver's side fender: $120
Black Painted Bumper: 80
Driver's side bumper end: 20
Black Grille Assembly: 55
Driver's side headlight housing and assembly: 72
Hood: 185
Driver's side turn signal assembly: 27
Driver's side bumper bracket: 23
Hella Fog light kit: 80
Labor: 800
Paint: 500
TOTAL: 1900 |
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[Mar. 8th, 2007|03:56 pm] |
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Half of you already know what I'm going to complain about, so I'll just leave it up to y'all to gossip about it in the comments section.
And my back hurts! |
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[Mar. 2nd, 2007|04:25 pm] |
SOMEONE IS GOING TO DIE!
I am so effing pissed! On so many levels, too!
So I come home from a fun, rather successful rehearsal with the boys, followed by a little car shopping, and check the mail. Once again, there is no news (either bad or good) from a single one of my colleges, so I check my app status. And what do I find?
Not a single one of them has received my transcripts... Not one. I call my counselor and leave a (surprisingly) civil message, asking why and what can I do and what happened. Then I call my schools. And they say, "It's out of our hands. You missed the deadline. Since it's not really your fault, we might let you in." But here's the problem. My schools are high-demand, so even if I am good enough, all of the spaces are already filled. And then I tell my dad. And he gets mad at ME! WTF?
I am so infuriated with Mrs. Astrid Thurnau. What is the issue? I gave her three full weeks of notice to get my transcripts in. I turned in all of my forms from the checklist she gave me, I paid my extraction fees, I did everything. And I even asked if she could expedite it a little, just to be sure. So what? She forgot? She did it on purpose? What?!?
And so now, because of her little mistake, I'm going to a state school. I'm going to a school that will be hard to transfer out of, a school that has limited everythings, and a school that quite frankly, I'm a little afraid of.
And then, today, my friend kinda ditches me because he assumes that I wouldn't be able to go snowboarding. I'm not really mad at him, but honestly, couldn't he have called to make sure that I didn't have plans?
And then his dad cashes in his season pass that he was going to sell me. So I'm left, completely marooned. The 100 bucks I was gonna spend on the season pass might get me two lift tickets at Eldora... yee haw!
And my best friend is busy today. I understand that she's busy and I don't blame her, but I really need her right now. I really need someone besides this stupid electronic vent machine. I hate hate hate hate hate everything! |
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[Feb. 21st, 2007|05:37 pm] |
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YAYAYAYAY!!! Musical cast list went up!
A brief list
Hill: Gottlieb
Marian: Melanie Rothman
Marcellus: Justin Hamblen
Quartet: Justin Dyer, Sean Coyle, Sonny Wilterdink, and me.
Lots of others....
I thought I'd be lots more upset about the whole Harold Hill thing. Everyone told me how I'd be such a great HH, and I would love to do it, but the Quartet is going to be so fun! I'm really excited to work with the other three, as we will be knocking boots a lot...
But seriously, what is with the divas? It makes me so mad that some girls didn't get in and some girls are dropping their (huge) roles because they didn't get Marian. Several of my best friends didn't even get in and they're handling it with disappointment, but aplomb and tact, rather than making a point of insisting that they were wronged.
I'm very surprised with how positive a lot of people are being about the list. Lots of people didn't get exactly what they wanted, and lots of people are pretty disappointed, but almost everyone is being very positive and looking on lots of bright sides. And no one is blaming anyone else or holding it against people. I'm really proud and probably owe the general theatre population an apology for being so outspoken about how mean theatre kids are. It seems like they're not all bad at all.
So yay! |
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[Feb. 19th, 2007|07:45 pm] |
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Have I got a story for you guys.
Today I decided to work on a pet photography project in the mountains, so I loaded up the Mountaineer with supplies (actually, just my cell phone, camera equipment, and a pair of mittens. Also one Handi-snak.
285 is such a pretty drive. It's mountainous and curvy and it's a fast road, so you make good time. I stopped all over the place and took tons of pictures, but they probably will all come out looking the same. Oh well.
Against my better judgement (for I only had so much gasoline) I got to Guaranella Pass road and decided to take it and drive through Georgetown on the other side of the mountain. I spent about 45 minutes going 10 miles (got a cool picture of some longhorn sheep). Then I got to the pass. It was snowy and deep, but not terrible, so I continued on. Eventually, I got second thoughts about traversing the snow and decided to turn around. But too late.
As soon as I stopped, the car sank into the snow, covering the hubs. I rocked the car back and forth and attempted to dig out the wheels with my hands, but to no avail. Finally, some guys had been up the road with their dogs and as they tried to come down the road, they came upon me and my sunken SUV, right in their way. This was a fact they refused to let me live down. And that I would try to make this pass in something as pedestrian as a Mercury Mountaineer? Another fact that was pointed out repeatedly. But they were helping me, so I couldn't say anything bad about them.
After three long hours of digging and towing and rocking, we finally got the car unstuck. It moved four feet and stopped. More digging. Then it moved 100 feet, but as I tried to turn it around, it got stuck. More digging. Finally, 3.5 hours after the initial impact, I was gratefully on my way.
Believe it or not, I might owe my life to those semi-drunken 30-somethings. Guaranella Pass will drop down to much below zero at night, regardless of how sunny the day is. The nearest services are 5-10 miles away. And my car may not have had enough gas to run the heater enough to warm the vehicle. I'm positive it would be miserable to have weathered the night in torn jeans, worn-out tennis shoes, a shirt, and a flight jacket. And with wet socks...
The morals of the story are:
Listen to your gut
Pack blankets
Bring food. 6 hours without food when you're shoveling is heck.
Bring water. Ditto.
Know your surroundings
Bring/wear good shoes or boots if you think you'll be dealing with snow!
Ha ha, another day, another life lesson. |
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[Feb. 12th, 2007|07:42 pm] |
Ah, what a weekend!
I auditioned for BYU-Idaho's vocal program this weekend and it went pretty good. I def. could've done better, but no matter. I tried and did ok, so I'm happy.
Then after the auditions, my dad and I just kinda chillaxed in the hotel, so that was nice.
Then, Paige, my awesome cousin, invited me out to her friends' parties and we had a jolly good time!
Then, on the drive home, i was being shadowed by a big tool in a little Honda Accord ricer. He kept passing me and slowing me down and being dumb, so my dad asked me to verify what kind of car I was driving. "A Honda Prelude, dad..." "And is it faster than that Accord?" "Yes..." "Use that to your advantage."
Yeah, so my dad gave me permission to go 110 on I80 so that we could ditch the little boy in the Accord. And I smoked him! And he caught up and cut me off and flashed his hazards, but he knew I could smoke him again and that's all that counts. I LOVE CARS!
The end. |
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