the guy's night...
just got back from hanging out in andy's room with him, josh, cory, and sean... it's been quite the guy's night tonight...
started off with a game of settlers with andy and cory (2/14)... cory won, and andy wasn't feeling it, so went to have some alone time... led to a couple of long games of guillotine with brian and tim, when cory and andy left... group dynamic was really weird, to the point that it was uncomfortable, so it needed to end... josh and i headed down to the gym to check up on cory at the basketball game, then headed up, picked up rejuvenated andy, then ended up chilling in my room until cory came... the four of us played a game of risk in CSH, which i won... cory left on the phone, so andy, josh, and i hung out, played a game of sequence in andy's room with sean... cory came, and we played another game, the five of us... i won... led to a couple of rounds of guillotine, which, it seemed everyone won at least a game...
so those are the logistics...
but that's not what makes nights like these memorable...
it's the details that last...
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"drawing of chelsea thinking andy's a w***e," which i translate to be a "white," as opposed to josh's original "whore," which cory erased to be less offensive...
cory's kamikaze soldiers...
andy only conquering 11 out of 12 territories...
my line of 6's against andy...
josh's and my morbid stories of each other dying...
the three of us probing cory's life through his iPod photo... turns out him and i have A LOT in common, in musical taste... down to the bone, with our favorite pop groups and christian bands... even the same appreciation for "high school musical," which is sick, in a good way... it makes me feel less embarassed about the fact that i like 'n sync, and all those other sappy pop groups...
andy and i finding the same leg-crossing position the most comfortable, when everyone else finds it painful... supports the fact that we're clones...
josh's and my lack of telepathic connection in sequence...
our hunger, and snacking on honey roasted peanuts, pringles, chex, and cereal...
asterisk-dagger-asterisk...
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ended up hanging out sharing philosophical musings, sprawled on the floor and talking, when the four of us were too tired to get up... four moderates together, talking about religion... we've noticed that the extremists are the ones with a voice, b/c they're the ones that have such strong views about anything... i don't speak up, b/c i'd like to believe our views are very common, and widely accepted, rather than crazy and out of line... of course, the conversation naturally lended itself to personal observances of certain choir-related situations, and we tried putting our fingers on what problems are... to come to a concensus, it's people that are close-minded, unrealistic in their claims, or possession of inconsistencies that really throw us off the path towards respect...
frankly, music is an expressive art... there's no one right way of being a musician... we're not able to enjoy our craft, b/c we're often condescended upon... a good director should be able to pull expression out, just from their expressive skills... narducci was very good at it... arrogance seems to get in the way in this situation, though...
we're individuals, with other defining factors... i'd hate to become a person who's only defining factor is the career i hold... there's no outside connection, or ways to relate to other people... that would be a hard life to live...
my thoughts aren't being very cohesive here... maybe b/c it's 3:40 in the morning...
but it was just a great experience... this is what college is about... late night hangouts with those you care about, with your friends... we'll forget our classes, but we won't forget these moments...
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christmas concert weekend... first night went really long, with all the pauses and insecurities, especially the winds seating in orchestra... i took initiative for the sabbath concert by putting post-its on everyone's seats, and made sure all the principals knew what they were doing... they seemed to appreciate it... as ben was playing the bassoon lick on the trombone, i couldn't help but smile, and it put a permanent smile on my face, for the rest of the concert, which i needed... it allowed me to truly enjoy the music, and enjoy the concert... i was part of everything, it seemed... the bell groups, choir, orchestra, and even the set up and take down... even helped conduct the "arise" bell group, b/c rasmussen was using much unwritten rubato... great concert overall...
fun times with my "love/hate relationship" with janer (my arm's starting to become sore)... cory stealing the last milk, since i was the nice guy and held open the fridge door for him...
great lunch with darrin, cara, and andy... talking about relationships, roommates, and respect...
random outing with andy and cara on friday, since i cantori was cancelled... going to jamba, and the napa outlets... randomly running into jill and arla on the way...
discussion with yvonne, andy, josh, and megan... trying to help out the choir situation... sparked from tuesday and thursdays rehearsal, as well as from rasmussen making megan cry... decided to give it our all during the thursday choir rehearsal, which made the experience somewhat enjoyable...
had to drive the rasmussen's home, when carrie fainted after thursday's rehearsal, and mrs rasmussen drove her to the ER... awkward... i sparked all the conversations, and they were very impersonal... to make things slightly weirder, rasmussen called me josh as he thanked me for the ride...
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man, after watching mrs rasmussen rushing around the day before the concert, i thought of never spreading myself too thin, and feeling stressed... however, i realized after the concert friday night, that i'm exactly that way... i need to strive to a life of less stress, and be happy with the little i do...
geez, i need to sleep... i'm rambling, and not remembering things i've been trying to remember... oh well...
started off with a game of settlers with andy and cory (2/14)... cory won, and andy wasn't feeling it, so went to have some alone time... led to a couple of long games of guillotine with brian and tim, when cory and andy left... group dynamic was really weird, to the point that it was uncomfortable, so it needed to end... josh and i headed down to the gym to check up on cory at the basketball game, then headed up, picked up rejuvenated andy, then ended up chilling in my room until cory came... the four of us played a game of risk in CSH, which i won... cory left on the phone, so andy, josh, and i hung out, played a game of sequence in andy's room with sean... cory came, and we played another game, the five of us... i won... led to a couple of rounds of guillotine, which, it seemed everyone won at least a game...
so those are the logistics...
but that's not what makes nights like these memorable...
it's the details that last...
- - - - - - -
"drawing of chelsea thinking andy's a w***e," which i translate to be a "white," as opposed to josh's original "whore," which cory erased to be less offensive...
cory's kamikaze soldiers...
andy only conquering 11 out of 12 territories...
my line of 6's against andy...
josh's and my morbid stories of each other dying...
the three of us probing cory's life through his iPod photo... turns out him and i have A LOT in common, in musical taste... down to the bone, with our favorite pop groups and christian bands... even the same appreciation for "high school musical," which is sick, in a good way... it makes me feel less embarassed about the fact that i like 'n sync, and all those other sappy pop groups...
andy and i finding the same leg-crossing position the most comfortable, when everyone else finds it painful... supports the fact that we're clones...
josh's and my lack of telepathic connection in sequence...
our hunger, and snacking on honey roasted peanuts, pringles, chex, and cereal...
asterisk-dagger-asterisk...
- - - - - - -
ended up hanging out sharing philosophical musings, sprawled on the floor and talking, when the four of us were too tired to get up... four moderates together, talking about religion... we've noticed that the extremists are the ones with a voice, b/c they're the ones that have such strong views about anything... i don't speak up, b/c i'd like to believe our views are very common, and widely accepted, rather than crazy and out of line... of course, the conversation naturally lended itself to personal observances of certain choir-related situations, and we tried putting our fingers on what problems are... to come to a concensus, it's people that are close-minded, unrealistic in their claims, or possession of inconsistencies that really throw us off the path towards respect...
frankly, music is an expressive art... there's no one right way of being a musician... we're not able to enjoy our craft, b/c we're often condescended upon... a good director should be able to pull expression out, just from their expressive skills... narducci was very good at it... arrogance seems to get in the way in this situation, though...
we're individuals, with other defining factors... i'd hate to become a person who's only defining factor is the career i hold... there's no outside connection, or ways to relate to other people... that would be a hard life to live...
my thoughts aren't being very cohesive here... maybe b/c it's 3:40 in the morning...
but it was just a great experience... this is what college is about... late night hangouts with those you care about, with your friends... we'll forget our classes, but we won't forget these moments...
- - - - - - -
christmas concert weekend... first night went really long, with all the pauses and insecurities, especially the winds seating in orchestra... i took initiative for the sabbath concert by putting post-its on everyone's seats, and made sure all the principals knew what they were doing... they seemed to appreciate it... as ben was playing the bassoon lick on the trombone, i couldn't help but smile, and it put a permanent smile on my face, for the rest of the concert, which i needed... it allowed me to truly enjoy the music, and enjoy the concert... i was part of everything, it seemed... the bell groups, choir, orchestra, and even the set up and take down... even helped conduct the "arise" bell group, b/c rasmussen was using much unwritten rubato... great concert overall...
fun times with my "love/hate relationship" with janer (my arm's starting to become sore)... cory stealing the last milk, since i was the nice guy and held open the fridge door for him...
great lunch with darrin, cara, and andy... talking about relationships, roommates, and respect...
random outing with andy and cara on friday, since i cantori was cancelled... going to jamba, and the napa outlets... randomly running into jill and arla on the way...
discussion with yvonne, andy, josh, and megan... trying to help out the choir situation... sparked from tuesday and thursdays rehearsal, as well as from rasmussen making megan cry... decided to give it our all during the thursday choir rehearsal, which made the experience somewhat enjoyable...
had to drive the rasmussen's home, when carrie fainted after thursday's rehearsal, and mrs rasmussen drove her to the ER... awkward... i sparked all the conversations, and they were very impersonal... to make things slightly weirder, rasmussen called me josh as he thanked me for the ride...
- - - - - - -
man, after watching mrs rasmussen rushing around the day before the concert, i thought of never spreading myself too thin, and feeling stressed... however, i realized after the concert friday night, that i'm exactly that way... i need to strive to a life of less stress, and be happy with the little i do...
geez, i need to sleep... i'm rambling, and not remembering things i've been trying to remember... oh well...