Dear little Rachel had a blog. And in this blog, she wrote about the randomest of things. Usually depressing things. It's been two and a half years since she's posted anything, so her followers probably thought she disappeared, unless of course they are friends on facebook, in which case they'd know that she's been doing things.
For instance, last summer I went on a study abroad to the British Isles. As of August of 2014, I'm officially in my last year of college; I graduate in April. Still single, but enjoying life anyway. In June of 2013, one of my bestest best friends left on her mission to Hong Kong, and I'm excited to note that she's returning this December. IT CAN'T COME FAST ENOUGH. Anyway, I haven't written much in the last two and a half years, especially not since Liz left, but I've tried to get some art done, so I've made progress in my creative life. Let's see, last January I tried Native American Hoop Dance, and somehow performed in BYU's Pow Wow in March. Hoop dance is hard.
Yeah. My life's gone places, I guess. But it's a much happier place than all of my old posts on here would lead you to believe. Life is tough. I can't tell you it's not, but there's so much more happiness to be found in life than I allowed myself to look for back then.
In light of that, I'm hoping to share more of my positive experiences on this blog. Can't say I'll be super active, but I'll try to pop in at least once a month, yeah?
Maybe I'll spend some time catching you up on cool things I've done in the past two and a half years, yeah? Yeah.
Monday, November 17, 2014
Friday, May 11, 2012
Lost
Do you ever get the feeling that you're missing out on something? That maybe you're more removed than you thought and suddenly, you don't fit in anywhere?
I no longer attend high school, so I know nothing of what goes on there. All my friends I graduated with have all moved on to new schools where they've made new friends, gotten boyfriends, engaged, married, etc. Some of them are still in school, others have returned home to visit family, and even others stayed on campus to work for school in the fall. My family has lived 9 months without me and done so many new things that I have trouble keeping up with it all.
I sort of don't feel like I belong anywhere, and I spend most of my time idly playing video games or hanging out on the internet, where I once again don't feel like I fit. My creative skills have been lacking immensely in the past few months and now I no longer have the motivation to continue any of them. I don't have money to spare to go out and do things, and I'm a coward, so asking others to go places with me is beyond my limits.
I'm sure this is just a phase, but it's something that's been bothering me the past few weeks. It's almost as though everything's just out of my reach. The pathway is there, I just can't see it, so I am lost. Yeah.
That sounds a lot more depressing than I intended, but it's something I needed to get out. Fear not, I'm not suicidal, just contemplative.
Happy Friday, everyone!
I no longer attend high school, so I know nothing of what goes on there. All my friends I graduated with have all moved on to new schools where they've made new friends, gotten boyfriends, engaged, married, etc. Some of them are still in school, others have returned home to visit family, and even others stayed on campus to work for school in the fall. My family has lived 9 months without me and done so many new things that I have trouble keeping up with it all.
I sort of don't feel like I belong anywhere, and I spend most of my time idly playing video games or hanging out on the internet, where I once again don't feel like I fit. My creative skills have been lacking immensely in the past few months and now I no longer have the motivation to continue any of them. I don't have money to spare to go out and do things, and I'm a coward, so asking others to go places with me is beyond my limits.
I'm sure this is just a phase, but it's something that's been bothering me the past few weeks. It's almost as though everything's just out of my reach. The pathway is there, I just can't see it, so I am lost. Yeah.
That sounds a lot more depressing than I intended, but it's something I needed to get out. Fear not, I'm not suicidal, just contemplative.
Happy Friday, everyone!
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
I Can't Take This Feeling Anymore
No, that is not a reference to the song since I don't know that song very well.
Anyway, that's beside the point. Today I feel I must comment on the idea of senioritis. No matter the age, no matter the grade, no matter the year, anyone can get it. As the school year comes to an end, most students beg for it to be over. One doesn't have to be a senior to get senioritis, which is what I'm learning right now.
It's a painful process, coming to terms with this idea. Unfortunately, I'm not quite done with it yet--I won't be done with senioritis until school's officially out for the summer.
One of the things I really hate about this knowledge is the fact that I'm a college student at BYU. Of course the classes are going to be harder--that's inescapable. However, the degree to which I want to be done frightens me a little. I had every right to feel this way in high school. But now, I feel I should have more enthusiasm. Which I do. I guess it's just because the classes are so much harder that I just can't wait to be done. Not to mention, generals are almost ever fun for me.
But anway, my whole point is that I'm stuck in this black hole of senioritis and it is not fun.
To fellow BYU students, two and a half more weeks. To BYU-I students, you're halfway there; just keep going! To other college students, you're really close to the end of your first year; you can make it! To high school students, you only have a month and a half left; just keep breathing. To school-less adults, lucky you.
Happy Wednesday!
Anyway, that's beside the point. Today I feel I must comment on the idea of senioritis. No matter the age, no matter the grade, no matter the year, anyone can get it. As the school year comes to an end, most students beg for it to be over. One doesn't have to be a senior to get senioritis, which is what I'm learning right now.
It's a painful process, coming to terms with this idea. Unfortunately, I'm not quite done with it yet--I won't be done with senioritis until school's officially out for the summer.
One of the things I really hate about this knowledge is the fact that I'm a college student at BYU. Of course the classes are going to be harder--that's inescapable. However, the degree to which I want to be done frightens me a little. I had every right to feel this way in high school. But now, I feel I should have more enthusiasm. Which I do. I guess it's just because the classes are so much harder that I just can't wait to be done. Not to mention, generals are almost ever fun for me.
But anway, my whole point is that I'm stuck in this black hole of senioritis and it is not fun.
To fellow BYU students, two and a half more weeks. To BYU-I students, you're halfway there; just keep going! To other college students, you're really close to the end of your first year; you can make it! To high school students, you only have a month and a half left; just keep breathing. To school-less adults, lucky you.
Happy Wednesday!
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
The Art of Doing Nothing
When one's brain leaves them with sanity trailing them to go off and join a muse that's been missing for six months, only a shell of a person is left behind. This person becomes very skilled in the art of doing nothing. It is nearly impossible for such a person to do anything useful and their determination and desire to get homework done vanishes into the fading winds.
This state causes plenty of problems for the one involved. How can you possibly get all your reading and assignments done if you don't have a brain by which to motvate yourself to do so?
As a victim of such a virus as this, I have found it difficult to want to do anything. I spend lots of time sitting and staring at the wall. It can be a fun passtime, but not when you know you need to be doing something worthwhile, such as homework.
Regardless, relocating your muse, brain, and sanity is hard work, and thus far, my attempts have proved futile. I have absolutely no idea where they could've gone. This leaves me with a large dilemma--with all my difficult homework and set of exams on the horizon, how can I possibly move forward and be a useful human being?
If you have found yourself in this situation too, please don't hesitate to inform me of how you cope. It would be good to accumulate some ideas in order to help me further my schoolwork and hopefully not fail any of my classes.
A lovely Wednesday to you all!
This state causes plenty of problems for the one involved. How can you possibly get all your reading and assignments done if you don't have a brain by which to motvate yourself to do so?
As a victim of such a virus as this, I have found it difficult to want to do anything. I spend lots of time sitting and staring at the wall. It can be a fun passtime, but not when you know you need to be doing something worthwhile, such as homework.
Regardless, relocating your muse, brain, and sanity is hard work, and thus far, my attempts have proved futile. I have absolutely no idea where they could've gone. This leaves me with a large dilemma--with all my difficult homework and set of exams on the horizon, how can I possibly move forward and be a useful human being?
If you have found yourself in this situation too, please don't hesitate to inform me of how you cope. It would be good to accumulate some ideas in order to help me further my schoolwork and hopefully not fail any of my classes.
A lovely Wednesday to you all!
Saturday, February 11, 2012
My Venture into Talented Ballet
Today I had the opportunity to go to BYU's performance of The Snow Queen with my good friends Rachel and Kristin.
To give you a little bit of background before I continue, I've only ever seen one other ballet performance and it was on a community level, so it wasn't nearly as professional as BYU's presentation. Although I love music and dance, and wanted to be a ballerina when I was little, I'm not a huge fan.
That being said, The Snow Queen was absolutely amazing. The outfits were creative, imaginative, and accentuating; the skill level of the dancers exceeded my expectations; and the music was phenomenol. But most of all, the scenery, props, background, backdrop, setting, all that good stuff, was only slightly less than perfect (since it's impossible to be perfect in this life). The ornate detail, the simple decoration, and the glorious beauty completed the picture the performers tried to create, and they accomplished this with fireworks in my heart. I'm very impressed.
And that's all I have for today, short though it may be.
To give you a little bit of background before I continue, I've only ever seen one other ballet performance and it was on a community level, so it wasn't nearly as professional as BYU's presentation. Although I love music and dance, and wanted to be a ballerina when I was little, I'm not a huge fan.
That being said, The Snow Queen was absolutely amazing. The outfits were creative, imaginative, and accentuating; the skill level of the dancers exceeded my expectations; and the music was phenomenol. But most of all, the scenery, props, background, backdrop, setting, all that good stuff, was only slightly less than perfect (since it's impossible to be perfect in this life). The ornate detail, the simple decoration, and the glorious beauty completed the picture the performers tried to create, and they accomplished this with fireworks in my heart. I'm very impressed.
And that's all I have for today, short though it may be.
Monday, January 30, 2012
Dance and All That Jazz
Friday January 27, 2011.
The lights dimmed. Chatter died. A black and white glow flickered on from the back of the auditorium. A jungle crept in from the corners. The crowd sat silently with eyes riveted on the orange-clad group pushing a giant wheel onto the stage. The music pounded through a crescendo. The stage burst into a flurry of action.
And what you see, dearest readers, is the beginning of my Friday night adventure. My good friend Kristin invited me to get tickets with her to go see this show, and it was phenomenol.
We started out with a handful of contemporary dance pieces, like one of Tooele High's Dance Company performances, but with lots more guys and more couple dancing, but contemporary style. Then they had a 10-minute intermission. That's where it really picked up.
The curtains rose, and there sat Synthesis.
That's right guys. BYU's Jazz Band.
They blew me away. They had flutes. Flutes!! And a clarinet. The instructor played very nice solos on both of them. And the guitar and base, lovely solos. The pianist was phenomenol.
Although the flute and clarinet solos are dearest to my heart, I must say that the trumpets . . .
I can't even say it. Oh my gosh. Such gorgeous high notes. It was like angels singing. Clear. Pure. Beautiful. High. It was fantastic.
And what made it even better was having the dancers dance to the jazz band playing. It was incredible. Undescribable. You just had to be there.
One of the alto saxophone soloists made such unbelievable sounds that I have never heard in a high school jazz band. I was hanging on the edge of my seat with my jaw on the floor.
As a treat in the midst of all this, the dancers did a tap show for us, and it was hilarious. Very good, and very talented, but hilarious.
So yeah. That was my Friday night that I should've blogged about on Saturday, but totally wasn't even thinking about it. So I share this exciting news with you now before I move on to my Japanese homework. As they say in Japan, ja ne!
The lights dimmed. Chatter died. A black and white glow flickered on from the back of the auditorium. A jungle crept in from the corners. The crowd sat silently with eyes riveted on the orange-clad group pushing a giant wheel onto the stage. The music pounded through a crescendo. The stage burst into a flurry of action.
And what you see, dearest readers, is the beginning of my Friday night adventure. My good friend Kristin invited me to get tickets with her to go see this show, and it was phenomenol.
We started out with a handful of contemporary dance pieces, like one of Tooele High's Dance Company performances, but with lots more guys and more couple dancing, but contemporary style. Then they had a 10-minute intermission. That's where it really picked up.
The curtains rose, and there sat Synthesis.
That's right guys. BYU's Jazz Band.
They blew me away. They had flutes. Flutes!! And a clarinet. The instructor played very nice solos on both of them. And the guitar and base, lovely solos. The pianist was phenomenol.
Although the flute and clarinet solos are dearest to my heart, I must say that the trumpets . . .
I can't even say it. Oh my gosh. Such gorgeous high notes. It was like angels singing. Clear. Pure. Beautiful. High. It was fantastic.
And what made it even better was having the dancers dance to the jazz band playing. It was incredible. Undescribable. You just had to be there.
One of the alto saxophone soloists made such unbelievable sounds that I have never heard in a high school jazz band. I was hanging on the edge of my seat with my jaw on the floor.
As a treat in the midst of all this, the dancers did a tap show for us, and it was hilarious. Very good, and very talented, but hilarious.
So yeah. That was my Friday night that I should've blogged about on Saturday, but totally wasn't even thinking about it. So I share this exciting news with you now before I move on to my Japanese homework. As they say in Japan, ja ne!
Sunday, January 22, 2012
The Spirit of God . . .
. . . Like a Fire is Burning.
Today has been an eventful day. I've had my tears, smiles, laughs, rants, and who knows what else. My brain also hasn't quite caught up with my fingers, though, which is why the jump from my title to my opening paragraph is skewed.
To remedy that, I'll explain. I won't go into detail, but let's just say this past week has been rather rough. What has saved my heart from the ultimate breaking is knowing that no matter what, my Father in Heaven, Savior Jesus Christ, and their companion, the Holy Ghost, are always with me. I'm not perfect, and shall never attain such a status in this life. As long as I'm working toward it and follow God's commandments, I will be saved. I know He's proud of who I am, what I'm doing, and where I'm going. I know He'll never abandon me, He'll never leave me alone, and He'll always lead me in the right direction. He leads me to my blessed family and beloved friends who look out for me.
I am grateful for the burning in my bosom that indicates His spirit is near. I never want it to leave me.
Today has been an eventful day. I've had my tears, smiles, laughs, rants, and who knows what else. My brain also hasn't quite caught up with my fingers, though, which is why the jump from my title to my opening paragraph is skewed.
To remedy that, I'll explain. I won't go into detail, but let's just say this past week has been rather rough. What has saved my heart from the ultimate breaking is knowing that no matter what, my Father in Heaven, Savior Jesus Christ, and their companion, the Holy Ghost, are always with me. I'm not perfect, and shall never attain such a status in this life. As long as I'm working toward it and follow God's commandments, I will be saved. I know He's proud of who I am, what I'm doing, and where I'm going. I know He'll never abandon me, He'll never leave me alone, and He'll always lead me in the right direction. He leads me to my blessed family and beloved friends who look out for me.
I am grateful for the burning in my bosom that indicates His spirit is near. I never want it to leave me.
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