I had my last college concert tonight.  It took a lot not to be all emotional and blubbery on stage.  I was pretty proud that after Rees's half-hug and "I love you" before I went out to tune the Wind Symphony, I didn't fall to absolute pieces.  During our middle piece (my first), I noticed that things were flowing freely and easily and not at all ( Read more... )

I saw this on Facebook and I needed to blog.  So, yay!  For really easy blog posts ( Read more... )

I just took a shower, "did" my hair, put on make-up, and endured the lengthy and frustrating ordeal that is trying to find the appropriate bar shirt.  And then I realized that I was too tired and by the time my friend and her group got to the bar, I'd have an hour left before I had to be in bed for tomorrow.  Too bad, too.  I was looking forward to ( Read more... )

In one day, I screwed up the internets of my laptop and the sound on my VCR.  So, not only was I prevented from doing work at a coffee shop on my Community Health project and inevitably screwing around on Facebook, but I couldn't even tape Grey's Anatomy to watch after my concert with Terra, Kim, and Annie.  Seriously!  Well, I could have taped ( Read more... )

"Hello and welcome Rookies, to the 2004 Pride of Arizona," I suspect it would have gone at the Rookie Dinner four years ago, beginning what would have been the most intense and terrifying week of my life.  A new school, a new city, a new life.  Sunburns and crazy sore muscles and crouching monkeys.  I wouldn't have known anyone except for two ( Read more... )

You know how I've been playing clarinet since 1995?  I own a few of them.  A really gorgeous wooden Buffet R13 I received over Spring Break during the 7th grade, an A of the same brand that my parents so graciously added to my collection when I was in an orchestra, and then that P.O.S. that I started on- the thing that's followed me through ( Read more... )

I've never been great with endings.  In elementary school, I'd cry on the last day of school.  Unless it was one horrific novel or a boring textbook, reading the last sentence of a book feels like I'm saying goodbye to a dear friend.  At my final NAU Summer Music Camp concert in 2004 when I played Eric Whitacre's October next to my two best friends ( Read more... )

If you're a regular here at Blood, Guts, and Melodies, you probably already know that music holds a dear, dear place in my heart (see "Melodies").  Sometimes, music is held a bit too dear, as lyrics and certain tunes hold a higher meaning for my life than anything else ought to.  But, I suppose THAT is the beauty of music: a piece of art that can ( Read more... )

Thoughts in the form of quotes:

Life is like a maze of doors and they all open from the side you're on.
-Cat Stevens, "Sitting"

Everything we do is a choice. Oatmeal or cereal. Highway or side streets. Kiss her or keep her. We make choices and we live with the consequences. If someone gets hurt along the way we ask for forgiveness. It’s the best ( Read more... )

There's a movie I fell in love with last year, starring Toni Collette and Cameron Diaz, called In Her Shoes.  Having a sister of my own, I could relate to it.  Of course, my younger sister is not a boyfriend stealer, nor a ridiculously dependent person who gets wasted every night, nor did our mother commit suicide, but I relate to it nonetheless, ( Read more... )