"You made a fool of everyone"
LIVEJOURNAL! My next unlucky victim. Gah...I must be on something right now. I'm so spastic.
Man, it would seem like I have an affinity for minor keys and dark sounding pieces. Freud, interpret that as you will. Today was officially my last day of piano. I had my senior recital, which consisted of two of us piano students and one other girl who was a voice student. We mostly did pieces from all throughout our piano careers, so it was kinda fun to hear which pieces were played. And the voice student...man. She sang opera, a musical song, and a modern radio type song. I want to sing opera. It's at moments like those that I find myself doubting everything that I've said I stand for. CURSES! Ever since a child, I'd go through and read all 31 flavors at Baskin Robins every single time we went. All my interests are certainly as delicious as ice cream. I dunno, chocolate cookie dough, mint chocolate chip, piano, voice, or rocky road? Thing is, I KNOW I could have the stamina to take voice lessons. I could take voice as my primary instrument. Piano will be competitive. *stops self* OK. I need to stop doubting and just follow through one step before changing my mind.
Yet another thing I do that came and slapped me square in the face was acting. It snuck up on me out of nowhere and pwned me, taunting even with its cry of "Katrina, remember how on top of the world you are when you're acting?!" >.< We went and saw "Seven Brides for Seven Brothers" at a local outdoor theater. I swear, it's one of the more gorgeous theater settings. It's set in the Oakland hills right by the forest. It was one of the works projects done in the Depression out here. It has that fantastic art deco architecture as well. Sometimes I walk behind the theater just to look at the fountains and design of it. I'm always a glutton for good architecture. So anyways, the show was cute, as a cutesy kinda story like that is supposed to be. But when they all came up to take their bows...it hit me. The look on the faces of stage actors after a show is something completely unparalleled in this world, except maybe to that of an eager bride. I swear, you feel like you can do ANYTHING. And a pang of guilt came across me. I don't know why I felt guilt because it should have been jealousy. Ooohh, boy, was I jealous of them. I mean, sure I acted in school plays, but that's sissy stuff. I want to ACT.
You know, it's when I get to this point in the entry that I debate with myself whether or not to actually write out everything I should. Do you want to hear about how my friend ditched me for camp this week so I had to run sound mixing at church all by my lonesome? (+1 for Studio Experience, though.) Or do you wanna know that I started watching "No Direction Home", that documentary about Bob Dylan...and it made me sick inside for art/creativity/society? (Really, it made my soul ACHE. Haha, I'm such an emotional pansy.) Or do you want to know that I've been struggling with the role of a woman, like I always do? (I always want to believe that we're supposed to be a heavenly vision of some sort of faerie-like creature, bringing only mystique, wonder, and magic to those around us) (Don't mock. I like pretending/believing that sometimes.) (Especially around men-folk :P) Or do you want to know something more factual, like the fact that we ate dinner with my dad's work associates from Singapore tonight? (Man, with all my dad's work affiliates, I have the potential to travel all of Asia)
VERY important news that I am super *squee* about right now: I learned how to play a whole handful of Joni Mitchell songs on guitar! It's all about retuning the strings, then playing a buncha open chords. *simple* playing, to be honest. It is a BLASTYBLAST to sing along with though. So, I now play "Big Yellow Taxi", "Chelsea Morning", and "A Case of You". I taught myself "Little Green" a few days ago too. My dad loves "Big Yellow Taxi" because he's a big Amy Grant fan. *facepalm* But I came out of the hole of my room to play and sing it with him. ^^ And my new obsession is playing "Chelsea Morning" repetitively, while singing with my best Joni-singing. I think I'm not too horrible, anyways. :P
Katrina
Ps- Knowing something is COMPLETELY different than doing something. I'm scared out of my wits that my life is all knowing how to do stuff, not actually being able to do them.
Man, it would seem like I have an affinity for minor keys and dark sounding pieces. Freud, interpret that as you will. Today was officially my last day of piano. I had my senior recital, which consisted of two of us piano students and one other girl who was a voice student. We mostly did pieces from all throughout our piano careers, so it was kinda fun to hear which pieces were played. And the voice student...man. She sang opera, a musical song, and a modern radio type song. I want to sing opera. It's at moments like those that I find myself doubting everything that I've said I stand for. CURSES! Ever since a child, I'd go through and read all 31 flavors at Baskin Robins every single time we went. All my interests are certainly as delicious as ice cream. I dunno, chocolate cookie dough, mint chocolate chip, piano, voice, or rocky road? Thing is, I KNOW I could have the stamina to take voice lessons. I could take voice as my primary instrument. Piano will be competitive. *stops self* OK. I need to stop doubting and just follow through one step before changing my mind.
Yet another thing I do that came and slapped me square in the face was acting. It snuck up on me out of nowhere and pwned me, taunting even with its cry of "Katrina, remember how on top of the world you are when you're acting?!" >.< We went and saw "Seven Brides for Seven Brothers" at a local outdoor theater. I swear, it's one of the more gorgeous theater settings. It's set in the Oakland hills right by the forest. It was one of the works projects done in the Depression out here. It has that fantastic art deco architecture as well. Sometimes I walk behind the theater just to look at the fountains and design of it. I'm always a glutton for good architecture. So anyways, the show was cute, as a cutesy kinda story like that is supposed to be. But when they all came up to take their bows...it hit me. The look on the faces of stage actors after a show is something completely unparalleled in this world, except maybe to that of an eager bride. I swear, you feel like you can do ANYTHING. And a pang of guilt came across me. I don't know why I felt guilt because it should have been jealousy. Ooohh, boy, was I jealous of them. I mean, sure I acted in school plays, but that's sissy stuff. I want to ACT.
You know, it's when I get to this point in the entry that I debate with myself whether or not to actually write out everything I should. Do you want to hear about how my friend ditched me for camp this week so I had to run sound mixing at church all by my lonesome? (+1 for Studio Experience, though.) Or do you wanna know that I started watching "No Direction Home", that documentary about Bob Dylan...and it made me sick inside for art/creativity/society? (Really, it made my soul ACHE. Haha, I'm such an emotional pansy.) Or do you want to know that I've been struggling with the role of a woman, like I always do? (I always want to believe that we're supposed to be a heavenly vision of some sort of faerie-like creature, bringing only mystique, wonder, and magic to those around us) (Don't mock. I like pretending/believing that sometimes.) (Especially around men-folk :P) Or do you want to know something more factual, like the fact that we ate dinner with my dad's work associates from Singapore tonight? (Man, with all my dad's work affiliates, I have the potential to travel all of Asia)
VERY important news that I am super *squee* about right now: I learned how to play a whole handful of Joni Mitchell songs on guitar! It's all about retuning the strings, then playing a buncha open chords. *simple* playing, to be honest. It is a BLASTYBLAST to sing along with though. So, I now play "Big Yellow Taxi", "Chelsea Morning", and "A Case of You". I taught myself "Little Green" a few days ago too. My dad loves "Big Yellow Taxi" because he's a big Amy Grant fan. *facepalm* But I came out of the hole of my room to play and sing it with him. ^^ And my new obsession is playing "Chelsea Morning" repetitively, while singing with my best Joni-singing. I think I'm not too horrible, anyways. :P
Katrina
Ps- Knowing something is COMPLETELY different than doing something. I'm scared out of my wits that my life is all knowing how to do stuff, not actually being able to do them.