Today in band we played a piece of music called "A Young Person's Guide to John Williams", which of course sounds awful, but John Williams is my favorite composer, bar none.
For anybody who doesn't know, John Williams wrote the music for Star Wars, E.T., Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Arc, Hook, Jurassic Park, and a bunch of other stuff.
Well the piece of music we played today was a compilation from 4 of the movies he did. the songs were "Hook Theme", "Hedwig's Theme" (from Harry Potter), "E.T.", and "Raiders March" (from Indy 1). Unfortunately, we only had time to play two of the songs today. We played Hedwig and the Raiders song. The Hedwig one was ok, I love when I recognize the songs we play, and that one I knew, but OMG! I am a huuugggeeee Indy fan, and I couldn't help smiling and giggling when I heard the "Raiders March". (duh duh-DUH duhhh. duh duh-duh...)
So yeah, apparently very simple things amuse me, but that is just such a happy song, and I couldn't help feeling happy.
Anyway, I hope this blog will be less controversial than previous blogs *ahem*.
If anybody decides to comment this telling me that John Williams is not the best composer ever, and that I am wrong, I just might snap and rip their hair out.
:) SPREAD THE LOVE!
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Monday, March 24, 2008
Original? Yes. but a resounding NO at the same time
Mmkay, so I just read a blog about originality (Bonnie).
And, like so many other things, it made me think.
This is the conclusion I've come to:
Everyone (even the people who don't try to be, and the people who do try to be) is original. That;t the same thing we have been taught since kindergarten. There is NOBODY in the world who is the same as us. And that simple fact of course makes me wonder why so many people try so hard to be "original", when it is something you are born with.
These people (and don't get me wrong, I am friends with people I consider to be like this, and there is nothing wrong with trying to be your won person) try to gain individuality by dressing different, or having a different hair cut, or something else like that. Don't they realize that what you look like does not, and CAN NOT define who you are.
Anybody can dress the same way or style the same way, or even get plastic surgery to look exactly like you (although if someone did that, I think it's time for a restraining order). And then POOF! No more individuality for you Byotch.
So for the love of God, stop trying so hard to "be yourself", because the more everybody tries to be different, the more we assimilate to each other. Everyone tries to be different in the same way. Do you see the contradiction?
And, like so many other things, it made me think.
This is the conclusion I've come to:
Everyone (even the people who don't try to be, and the people who do try to be) is original. That;t the same thing we have been taught since kindergarten. There is NOBODY in the world who is the same as us. And that simple fact of course makes me wonder why so many people try so hard to be "original", when it is something you are born with.
These people (and don't get me wrong, I am friends with people I consider to be like this, and there is nothing wrong with trying to be your won person) try to gain individuality by dressing different, or having a different hair cut, or something else like that. Don't they realize that what you look like does not, and CAN NOT define who you are.
Anybody can dress the same way or style the same way, or even get plastic surgery to look exactly like you (although if someone did that, I think it's time for a restraining order). And then POOF! No more individuality for you Byotch.
So for the love of God, stop trying so hard to "be yourself", because the more everybody tries to be different, the more we assimilate to each other. Everyone tries to be different in the same way. Do you see the contradiction?
Oh how the mind wanders while one puts away dishes
Ok, So I was putting away the clean dishes in the dish washer and for some unexplained reason, I started thinking about how I lost all respect for a certain junior.
This certain junior is not an unattractive guy, and when I was in 6th grade (he was in 8th grade), I had a crush on him.
Well, sometime later (I cannot pinpoint the specific time, but I do remember I was in my mom's car and we were going somewhere) I found out that this certain person drank. A lot.
That was pretty much when I lost all respect for him. He was friends with my brother, so I had been around him a lot, and I thought he was really funny and nice. but after I found out that he was a "whiskey-puking alky" (something i regretably said to his face) I wanted nothing to do with him, and I didn't want my brother to be like him too, so I told my parents that Geoff shouldn't be allowed to hang out with this certain person anymore.
I feel bad about that. Really. But as I moved on to putting away the knives, I wondered why my brother would want to be friends with a person who did these things anyway. I knew it was wrong (there are laws against underage drinking for a reason!) and I'd never hang out with people who did things I didn't approve of.
And this is where my musing gets really like "WHOA". I DO hang out with people (or actually one person) that does all kinds of things that I would never want to do. Ever. Things worse than drinking. But then again, my frined only does these things when he is with his other friends (and new girlfriend). When he is with people I dont "approve of".
He never really talks to us about the things he does with his other friends, but we still hear about it sometimes. He doesn't act like they do when he is around us either. It's like he has a split personality. Or a double life. He has a different sense of humor, different body language, and a different persona when he is with them.
When he is with us, he is funny, thats-what-she-said joke-loving, drummer friend. Emphasize on friend. He was completely there for me during the whole fiasco outlined in the blog "who do you think you are?"
When he is with them, he is perverse and law-breaking. Grungy, and Ick.
So it makes me wonder which of these two people is really him. I'd like to think that he is being himself when he is with us, but if it turns out that the real him is the druggie-ick guy he is with those other people, then I don't know if we can be friends anymore.
And that makes me very sad. :(
(see? there is even a frowny face to prove it)
So I conclude with a question for all 3 of my readers to take out of this blog and chew on for a while:
WHY CAN'T PEOPLE ALWAYS BE THEMSELVES?
This certain junior is not an unattractive guy, and when I was in 6th grade (he was in 8th grade), I had a crush on him.
Well, sometime later (I cannot pinpoint the specific time, but I do remember I was in my mom's car and we were going somewhere) I found out that this certain person drank. A lot.
That was pretty much when I lost all respect for him. He was friends with my brother, so I had been around him a lot, and I thought he was really funny and nice. but after I found out that he was a "whiskey-puking alky" (something i regretably said to his face) I wanted nothing to do with him, and I didn't want my brother to be like him too, so I told my parents that Geoff shouldn't be allowed to hang out with this certain person anymore.
I feel bad about that. Really. But as I moved on to putting away the knives, I wondered why my brother would want to be friends with a person who did these things anyway. I knew it was wrong (there are laws against underage drinking for a reason!) and I'd never hang out with people who did things I didn't approve of.
And this is where my musing gets really like "WHOA". I DO hang out with people (or actually one person) that does all kinds of things that I would never want to do. Ever. Things worse than drinking. But then again, my frined only does these things when he is with his other friends (and new girlfriend). When he is with people I dont "approve of".
He never really talks to us about the things he does with his other friends, but we still hear about it sometimes. He doesn't act like they do when he is around us either. It's like he has a split personality. Or a double life. He has a different sense of humor, different body language, and a different persona when he is with them.
When he is with us, he is funny, thats-what-she-said joke-loving, drummer friend. Emphasize on friend. He was completely there for me during the whole fiasco outlined in the blog "who do you think you are?"
When he is with them, he is perverse and law-breaking. Grungy, and Ick.
So it makes me wonder which of these two people is really him. I'd like to think that he is being himself when he is with us, but if it turns out that the real him is the druggie-ick guy he is with those other people, then I don't know if we can be friends anymore.
And that makes me very sad. :(
(see? there is even a frowny face to prove it)
So I conclude with a question for all 3 of my readers to take out of this blog and chew on for a while:
WHY CAN'T PEOPLE ALWAYS BE THEMSELVES?
Sunday, March 16, 2008
YAY!
We got Straight 1's in band festival yesterday!!!
we got all 1's for our performance, and and 1 in sight reading!!
YIPPEE!!
we got all 1's for our performance, and and 1 in sight reading!!
YIPPEE!!
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Who Do You Think You Are!?!
Congratulations! you are reading the first blog that is actually about something that happened to me, and not about weird contemplations and speculations.
Today happened to be a really good day. Excepting 4th Block.
You see, in 4th block (band), we broke off into different sections to work on our parts for Festival (tomorrow! aggh!) and everything was going fine. The flutes were in the chorus room where we could see the trumpets out in the warm sunshine.
I said, " I wish I was a trumpet, so I could play in the sun." Because it has been really cold, and now that it has finally gotten warm, I am trapped in a classroom looking out on others enjoying the sun.
So then somebody in the flute section (I won't say names, but it starts with an 'A' and rhymes with 'Flandrea') says: "Then go. We don't need you."
Oh
My
Gosh!
Did she just say that they don't need me?? Fine.
So I left. I went outside where I saw Stephanie and the other saxes practicing. So I hung out with them until practice was over. But don't worry! the fun ain't over folks!
Then, someone else (starts with an 'L' and rhymes with 'Peesa') comes out to tell me to come back in with the flutes. I said no, because "I'm not needed".Then she calls me a b**** and walks back in.
In case you missed it the first time around... SHE CALLED ME A B*TCH!! she is supposed to be my friend. I don't understand how I am the one at fault. Starts-with-an-'A'-and-rhymes-with-'Flandrea' said that I am not important or useful or 'needed'. and even if supposedly "didn't mean it", that doesn't mean that it didn't hurt my feelings, or that I don't have a right to feel upset.
And now, to tie in to the title: Who does Starts-with-an-'A'- and-rhymes-with-'Flandrea' think she is?! Why am I disposable, but GOD FORBID we lose her! Apparently, we are in desperate need of pretentious, personality-less people.
Seperately, I noticed that when I'm typing my blog, and someone walks into the room, I pray they don't read it... so that I can post it on the internet where billions of people can see it.
RIDICULOUS! :P
Today happened to be a really good day. Excepting 4th Block.
You see, in 4th block (band), we broke off into different sections to work on our parts for Festival (tomorrow! aggh!) and everything was going fine. The flutes were in the chorus room where we could see the trumpets out in the warm sunshine.
I said, " I wish I was a trumpet, so I could play in the sun." Because it has been really cold, and now that it has finally gotten warm, I am trapped in a classroom looking out on others enjoying the sun.
So then somebody in the flute section (I won't say names, but it starts with an 'A' and rhymes with 'Flandrea') says: "Then go. We don't need you."
Oh
My
Gosh!
Did she just say that they don't need me?? Fine.
So I left. I went outside where I saw Stephanie and the other saxes practicing. So I hung out with them until practice was over. But don't worry! the fun ain't over folks!
Then, someone else (starts with an 'L' and rhymes with 'Peesa') comes out to tell me to come back in with the flutes. I said no, because "I'm not needed".Then she calls me a b**** and walks back in.
In case you missed it the first time around... SHE CALLED ME A B*TCH!! she is supposed to be my friend. I don't understand how I am the one at fault. Starts-with-an-'A'-and-rhymes-with-'Flandrea' said that I am not important or useful or 'needed'. and even if supposedly "didn't mean it", that doesn't mean that it didn't hurt my feelings, or that I don't have a right to feel upset.
And now, to tie in to the title: Who does Starts-with-an-'A'- and-rhymes-with-'Flandrea' think she is?! Why am I disposable, but GOD FORBID we lose her! Apparently, we are in desperate need of pretentious, personality-less people.
Seperately, I noticed that when I'm typing my blog, and someone walks into the room, I pray they don't read it... so that I can post it on the internet where billions of people can see it.
RIDICULOUS! :P
Monday, March 10, 2008
Exaggerating!
I've noticed that I exaggerate like a billion times a day (heehee). But, no, seriously I always use language that is way too extreme for the situation. for example, earlier today, a certain person was annoying me, and I told someone that I wanted to "break his little braces off his face" or something like that.
I didn't really want to rip off his braces, that would be mean.
WHY DID I SAY THAT?
I don't know either.
I need to learn to speak without over-stating (is that hyphenated? I'm not sure) everything.
If you ever hear me overemphasize things, then pinch me or something. Bri and Krieger, this means you. I'm pretty sure you are the only ones who have ever read my blog, so thanks.
:)
I didn't really want to rip off his braces, that would be mean.
WHY DID I SAY THAT?
I don't know either.
I need to learn to speak without over-stating (is that hyphenated? I'm not sure) everything.
If you ever hear me overemphasize things, then pinch me or something. Bri and Krieger, this means you. I'm pretty sure you are the only ones who have ever read my blog, so thanks.
:)
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
The Beginning of the End
This post marks the OFFICIAL start of my blog.
I still don't have anything to say.
I still don't have anything to say.
Saturday, March 1, 2008
GRRRR
Okay, so I've never had a blog before, and I don't have anything really profound to say.
But then again, that may be because I know what it means to "be Heather". I am loud, opinionated, and the opposite of humble, but I do not feel compelled to write a 7 paragraph essay (complete with cheesy nature metaphors) about how I got to that conclusion.
But I'm going to stop myself here, before I get nasty.
BTW: I know literally nothing about blogging.
Some HELP would be greatly appreciated.
But then again, that may be because I know what it means to "be Heather". I am loud, opinionated, and the opposite of humble, but I do not feel compelled to write a 7 paragraph essay (complete with cheesy nature metaphors) about how I got to that conclusion.
But I'm going to stop myself here, before I get nasty.
BTW: I know literally nothing about blogging.
Some HELP would be greatly appreciated.
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