Monday, December 22, 2008
Coming home!!!
I finally made home, on friday!!! My flight got in on thursday but I couldn't make it home... But let me back up and tell it in some kind of order. Wensday night I left SVU at 9:30pm to go to Washington DC to the airport. I got to the airport around 12am, but they were not checking people in so I grabbed a seat and watched back to the future and entrapment. I check in at 5am and then I got a call from my mom. She said the freeways were closed due to snow and ice and she couldn't get out of town to get me from the airport unless it reopened. So I called her when I got to Oakland only to find out that the freeways hadn't been opened yet.. I started to get a bit panicy so I called mt friend Brittany to she what she was doing. She had just finished her finals on wenday and had nothing planned for the day, so I told her my delemia. I was flying into long beach and she was going to school in LA. She offered to come and get me so I didn't have to spend all day at the airport. Talk about being a lifesaver!!! I was greatful. So she picked me up and then we went to lunch and then to the Santa Monica pier because she was in disbeleif that I had never been. They let me stay the night and I went home with them and I got in to town at 6pm!!! It was interesting... But man, was I glad that I have friends!!!
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Nothing exciting...
Nothing really exciting has happen lately...
I'm done with my concerts for the smester, I had four in a week and a half time period. I won't lie, it was interesting...
Four finals to go and then I am home free! Yay!!
I all do right now is study, study, and study some more...
Oh last year I heard an amazing poem! Check it out:
'Twas The Night Before Jesus Came'
written by Unknown Author
'Twas the night before Jesus came and all through the houseNot a creature was praying, not one in the house.Their Bibles were lain on the shelf without careIn hopes that Jesus would not come there.
The children were dressing to crawl into bed.Not once ever kneeling or bowing a head.And Mom in her rocker with baby on her lapWas watching the Late Show while I took a nap.
When out of the East there arose such a clatter.I sprang to my feet to see what was the matter.Away to the window I flew like a flash,Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash!
When what to my wondering eyes should appearBut angels proclaiming that Jesus was here.With a light like the sun sending forth a bright rayI knew in a moment this must be THE DAY!
The light of His face made me cover my headIt was Jesus! returning just like He had said.And though I possessed worldly wisdom and wealth,I cried when I saw Him in spite of myself.
In the Book of Life which He held in His handWas written the name of every saved man.He spoke not a word as He searched for my name;When He said "it's not here" my head hung in shame.
The people whose names had been written with loveHe gathered to take to His Father above.With those who were ready He rose without a sound.While all the rest were left standing around.
I fell to my knees, but it was too late;I had waited too long and thus sealed my fate.I stood and I cried as they rose out of sight;Oh, if only I had been ready tonight.
Merry Christmas!!!!!!
I'm done with my concerts for the smester, I had four in a week and a half time period. I won't lie, it was interesting...
Four finals to go and then I am home free! Yay!!
I all do right now is study, study, and study some more...
Oh last year I heard an amazing poem! Check it out:
'Twas The Night Before Jesus Came'
written by Unknown Author
'Twas the night before Jesus came and all through the houseNot a creature was praying, not one in the house.Their Bibles were lain on the shelf without careIn hopes that Jesus would not come there.
The children were dressing to crawl into bed.Not once ever kneeling or bowing a head.And Mom in her rocker with baby on her lapWas watching the Late Show while I took a nap.
When out of the East there arose such a clatter.I sprang to my feet to see what was the matter.Away to the window I flew like a flash,Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash!
When what to my wondering eyes should appearBut angels proclaiming that Jesus was here.With a light like the sun sending forth a bright rayI knew in a moment this must be THE DAY!
The light of His face made me cover my headIt was Jesus! returning just like He had said.And though I possessed worldly wisdom and wealth,I cried when I saw Him in spite of myself.
In the Book of Life which He held in His handWas written the name of every saved man.He spoke not a word as He searched for my name;When He said "it's not here" my head hung in shame.
The people whose names had been written with loveHe gathered to take to His Father above.With those who were ready He rose without a sound.While all the rest were left standing around.
I fell to my knees, but it was too late;I had waited too long and thus sealed my fate.I stood and I cried as they rose out of sight;Oh, if only I had been ready tonight.
Merry Christmas!!!!!!
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Stone Tables
Two posts in a row... Weird!
I had the opportunity to be part of a pit orchestra for the musical Stone Tables. Stone Tables is a play about Moses and Aaron, it was written by Orson Scott Card and composed by Robert Stoddard. Orson Scott Card wrote it while he was sering a mission in Brazil and sent it to his play writing professor at BYU. His professor wrote he back saying that it was good, his friend Robert Stoddard was going to write music for it, and they were going to use it for their next play. It was a big hit, sold out every night. Orson Scott Car was their for opening night and we made a recording for him as well.
It was amazing working in the play, seeing how the music and the play went together, and being part of it. The play takes on the out look that we have, uses gospel doctrine, and quotes many scriptures. It focuses more on Aaron then an other movie I have seen. It was funny and spiritually up lifting. If you ever get the chance to see it, I highly recommend it. If I am successful in getting a copy of the performance we did you'll have to borrow it!
P.s.
Playing for six plus hours a day really hurts your face!
I had the opportunity to be part of a pit orchestra for the musical Stone Tables. Stone Tables is a play about Moses and Aaron, it was written by Orson Scott Card and composed by Robert Stoddard. Orson Scott Card wrote it while he was sering a mission in Brazil and sent it to his play writing professor at BYU. His professor wrote he back saying that it was good, his friend Robert Stoddard was going to write music for it, and they were going to use it for their next play. It was a big hit, sold out every night. Orson Scott Car was their for opening night and we made a recording for him as well.
It was amazing working in the play, seeing how the music and the play went together, and being part of it. The play takes on the out look that we have, uses gospel doctrine, and quotes many scriptures. It focuses more on Aaron then an other movie I have seen. It was funny and spiritually up lifting. If you ever get the chance to see it, I highly recommend it. If I am successful in getting a copy of the performance we did you'll have to borrow it!
P.s.
Playing for six plus hours a day really hurts your face!
Friday, October 31, 2008
Funny story, My phone hates me!
So before I go to class I always make sure my phone is off. Today, before I went to chior I turned off my phone, but my phone had other Ideas... 15 minets before class gets out my phone starts to go off (the ring that went off was a voice the says messege and then gradually gets louder to the piont of screaming), so I went with it pretending its not mine, but it kept going. so finialy when everyone is looking aruond to see whose phone is going off I said sorry and went to turn it off while everyone was laughing. My phone wasn't on and no one called. I put it away an went to my seat. not even 2 minets later it goes of again. This time my phone is on, but once again no one called. Its officail my phone hates me, buty at least it was worth a few laughs!
Monday, September 1, 2008
Labor Day
I was doing my homework and all the sudden I wondered what Labor Day was. I was always glad in high school, Jr. high, and elementary school for any reason not to go to school but never gave it much thought to why Labor Day is a holiday. What kind of holiday is named after work?
So I googled it and it said that it is always the first Monday in September and it sought to create a day off for the working citizens. Labor Day is a federal holiday so schools and people who work for the government have it off, but most businesses are open on Labor Day. It basically serves no real purpose but to give some people a free day to have to themselves.
It's kind of pathetic that it took me this long to want to know what the reason behind Labor Day is. It is interesting little fact to know. If you didn't know, now you do. If you did know, you were one step ahead of me, Go you! Any way,
Happy Labor Day!
So I googled it and it said that it is always the first Monday in September and it sought to create a day off for the working citizens. Labor Day is a federal holiday so schools and people who work for the government have it off, but most businesses are open on Labor Day. It basically serves no real purpose but to give some people a free day to have to themselves.
It's kind of pathetic that it took me this long to want to know what the reason behind Labor Day is. It is interesting little fact to know. If you didn't know, now you do. If you did know, you were one step ahead of me, Go you! Any way,
Happy Labor Day!
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Life
Well, I'm back in Virginia and school starts tomorrow! I'm excited! I'm taking: Music History, Orchestra, Chambor Choir, Private Trombone lessons, Classics of Western Literature, Spanish, Metaphysics, and Book of Mormon. I got a job at subway and I start next tuesday! It's really hummid and rained all day today. I REALLY don't like Hummidity!
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Family
Hi guys! Sorry it's been so long, I've been really overwhelmed lately and didn't know what to post. Tonight I'm kind of thinking out loud/ranting, just to get things off my mind. I hope you don't mind to terribly.
I've always thought of myself as a great people person: I get them, understand them, and can easily relate to them. No matter how hard I try I don't get my siblings and they don't get me. Growing up my eldest brother took care of everything: When our parents were away his word was law and if we didn't like it we still had to do what he said and bring it up with our parents we they got home.My brother right above me was always pushing our parents as hard as he could to see how much he could get away with. I always did what I thought people expected of me and respected what our parents told us. My sister always got what she wanted no matter how hard it might have been on everyone else. My younger brother is so much like the bother right above me it scares me, and him being the baby of the family he is a tad spoiled.
When my eldest brother went on his mission I felt it was my responsibility to take charge. I did everything I could to help out and gave up everything I had to give up without a fight. My parents were having a ruff time because my grandma had just moved in recently, my brother right above me had his own issues, and my younger brother and sister were too young to be much help. Back at that time I felt a little bitter about it because I saw that most of my friends were carefree and didn't worry about making sure their houses were cleaned or what they were going to make for dinner. I felt that I was forced to grow up too fast.
Now that we are all older I can see how our choices have made us into who we are. My eldest brother lives a couple hours away, but doesn't come and visit much because of his other responsibilities. My brother right above me made a lot of bad choices but has learned from them and is turning his life around. I am very much a family person and try to help out as much as I can. My younger sister says that she wants to support her self but demands financial support from our parents. My younger brother pushes my parents to see how much he can get away with.
My sister stormed out tonight screaming and yelling (going quietly was never her style). This has happened more times then I can count since I've been back. I ask my mom if this happened a lot when I was gone and she said no. It's kind of funny how when you get mad you say things that have Truth to them but you would have never said it otherwise. It has made me realise the sibling I thought would understand me the most understands me the least and the sibling I thought would have understood me the least is in fact the one who understands me the most. Isn't it funny how that works out? It amazes me that we were all raise the same way but we are all so vastly different. I use to think that siblings were suppose to be a lot a like and have it be so plan that they were related you could tell as if it were written on their foreheads.
I've always thought of myself as a great people person: I get them, understand them, and can easily relate to them. No matter how hard I try I don't get my siblings and they don't get me. Growing up my eldest brother took care of everything: When our parents were away his word was law and if we didn't like it we still had to do what he said and bring it up with our parents we they got home.My brother right above me was always pushing our parents as hard as he could to see how much he could get away with. I always did what I thought people expected of me and respected what our parents told us. My sister always got what she wanted no matter how hard it might have been on everyone else. My younger brother is so much like the bother right above me it scares me, and him being the baby of the family he is a tad spoiled.
When my eldest brother went on his mission I felt it was my responsibility to take charge. I did everything I could to help out and gave up everything I had to give up without a fight. My parents were having a ruff time because my grandma had just moved in recently, my brother right above me had his own issues, and my younger brother and sister were too young to be much help. Back at that time I felt a little bitter about it because I saw that most of my friends were carefree and didn't worry about making sure their houses were cleaned or what they were going to make for dinner. I felt that I was forced to grow up too fast.
Now that we are all older I can see how our choices have made us into who we are. My eldest brother lives a couple hours away, but doesn't come and visit much because of his other responsibilities. My brother right above me made a lot of bad choices but has learned from them and is turning his life around. I am very much a family person and try to help out as much as I can. My younger sister says that she wants to support her self but demands financial support from our parents. My younger brother pushes my parents to see how much he can get away with.
My sister stormed out tonight screaming and yelling (going quietly was never her style). This has happened more times then I can count since I've been back. I ask my mom if this happened a lot when I was gone and she said no. It's kind of funny how when you get mad you say things that have Truth to them but you would have never said it otherwise. It has made me realise the sibling I thought would understand me the most understands me the least and the sibling I thought would have understood me the least is in fact the one who understands me the most. Isn't it funny how that works out? It amazes me that we were all raise the same way but we are all so vastly different. I use to think that siblings were suppose to be a lot a like and have it be so plan that they were related you could tell as if it were written on their foreheads.
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