Living in a Puddle

I have taken 6 years of orchestra, 7 years of choir, and several years (10 maybe?) of various musical lessons. I’m surprised I made it through all that knowing as little music theory as I did. I am glad to be learning more now.

In my voice lesson today I did not sing a single peep because we were talking about the circle of fifths, and going over intervals. I felt like an toddler of music. At least toddlers grow fast I guess.

Okay listen. I have been hit twice in my life. Both times, not a single thing has happened to me or my car. I was stopped both times and both times the other car bumped into me because they weren’t paying attention. One of those times, I was struck by a California driver. Just today I observed that very same girl complaining that she’s been in a million accidents and it is all the fault of the terrible drivers that plague Utah. I am a Utah driver. She hit me. Hmmm… I think she may be missing something here.

If you have been in a million car accidents, you probably suck at driving. Some accidents may have been the fault of others but if you have been in lots, it’s probably your fault. At least partially. Don’t blame “Utah drivers” (though we are notoriously bad drivers) for all of your car accidents. Blame yourself. And pay attention so that next time your bad driving doesn’t ruin my car. Merci bien.

My dear cousin Emily, you wanted me to blog. I don’t think you even follow me, but I am bloggin for you.

I love that I only have like 10 followers. It makes blogging feel like talking to myself in a room with ten busy people who may or may not be listening. Haha! It also makes me feel like a bit of a crazy person for wanting to talk to myself. Good thing I am cool with crazy. Crazy with cool. Both o’ the aforementioned. 

Right now I am listening to Water Night by Eric Whitacre sung a few years ago by the choir I am in. I am sincerely sad that our director doesn’t want to do Whitacre stuff again for a while. I feel a little gypped to have missed out on it all. Oh well. I get to sing something of his in another ensemble this year. It won’t be the same though so I remain a wee bit jealous of those who were in choir when they were doing Whitacre, especially since he came to rehearsal at one point. Those lucky ducks.

I watched He’s Just Not That Into You for the first time today. It made me feel lame and empowered at the same time. I didn’t particularly care for the movie, it made every woman seem like a desperate wimp and every man seem like a lying jerk. Anyway. That was a thing.

Blogging. mmm. Sometimes when I think of bloggers I think of desperate authors, mothers whining about their lives, people obsessed with online friends, and people who ran out of other things to do on the internet so they just started blogging. Some blogs are pretty or funny. Mine isn’t much of anything. It’s like an ugly plant that I don’t really care about so I don’t water it. That’s not true. I would feel badly about killing a plant. Blogs live on.

I am in the mood for a musical. Here are some I want to see.

The Secret Garden

Les Mis (not at a high school)

Wicked

The Drowsy Chaperone

The Scarlet Pimpernell

Tale of Two Cities (again, because the first time I saw it was incredible)

I watched Thor last night. It is a MAN movie. But still really pretty. It made me think about what heaven will be like and it caused me to wonder about the construction of huge things. Which reminded me of the mystery of Stonehenge. It’s so cool! I want to know who made it, why they made it, what it was supposed to be, and what it looked like when it was first completed. But since I can’t I suppose I will just go look at what’s left…in May. I am totes going and I am SUPER EXCITED.