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Wednesday, 20 May 2009

Master Appel :)

I have graduated and am now Master Appel! So excited :)

The countdown is SO close to moving day/Europe: 8 days until moving day and two weeks from now I will be waiting for my British Airways flight to sweep me away to Spain. How I long for the sound of the ocean and the smell of salt! MMMMMM! Can't wait!

My apartment is lookin PRIDDY sad right now- the furniture is completely gone except for the bed, couch, and a shelf. The couch is waiting for a truck to take it to its new home, the bed it paid for and awaiting a new NEW home (the chick didn't need it but paid for it anyway), and the shelf will probably make its way to Goodwill.

I stayed up until 2 am space-bagging all my stuff last night, so literally everything that is not going in my suitcase for the next month and a half of traveling is in a plastic, air-tight bag of greatness! I freakin LOVE those things! I put about six pillows into one of the bigger ones, and the freakin bag is about an inch thick!!!!?!?!?!?!??!!?! Amazing.

It's starting to hit me that my life is now actually beginning. I've been in school for all but 3 years of my entire life so this is literally like being born again! ha! I don't know what life is like outside of school and papers and ensembles. It's pretty nuts. So I'm excited to start this new chapter in my life and learn all the things that are far-better learned in the real world. My first project after Europe is of course finding a job for the rest of the summer, but other than that, I'm gonna find a church, make some connections, get some voice/piano students, and find a cello teacher. I'm gonna learn the cello! I can't wait! I'm sure my dad can, cuz I'll be practicing all the time, but whatever, he can deal with it :P

Well my student will be here momentarily, so I'll peace out for now. But God is good. OH so good and I'm so UNBELIEVABLY thankful for all the countless blessings He's bestowed on me the past few weeks, months, and years. The struggles are worth it- if you're ever feeling like you're sick of and want to give up and move on to something else, don't. Seriously. Stick it out because the pay-off is worth it.

Sunday, 26 April 2009

Currently
Serendipity
By John Cusack, Kate Beckinsale, Lilli Lavine, Michael Guarino Jr., Abdul Alshawish
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IN THE TEENS!
The graduation countdown is in the teens! I'm currently working on a Michael Jackson paper for my theory class, which involves analyzing and discussing a rock song of my choice and relating it to rock theory I've learned this semester. So I chose to analyze the entire Thriller album! It's so awesome, it's a great paper to be workin on.

While working on my paper at the Union this evening, there were several different groups of people milling about. And I just can't resist making harmless commentary on those who walk by and catch my attention by saying something ridiculously intelligent. Of course, the majority of the exuberantly-loud conversationalists were from the group of people I'd lovingly like to refer to as the "sorositutes." Now, I feel I am perfectly "ok" in making this incredibly generalized stereotype because I used to BE in a sorority with girls that make the rest of "us" look bad. So don't jump on the "judging" bandwagon just yet.

But let's unpack this a little bit.

Most sorostitutes have the following things in common:
- They usually live off daddy's money (which is perfectly ok. but they flaunt it. usually. and that's NOT ok.)
- Whenever they screw up, they just call daddy.
- They usually drive SUV's. That daddy paid for.
- Their fashion sense is usually off, and when ONE of them does somethin new, they ALL do it. I can't TELL you how many 5-yr-old-little-girl-bows i saw in their hair for a solid 3 months this year. So weird and a little freaky. They also think that wearing booty shorts and UGGS are a good idea. PICK A SEASON! Clothes are not supposed to look like mullets: summer on top, winter on bottom. ::shakes head in shame::
- They usually sport the "sorostipoof" at least 4 days a week. (aka the "pompadoure" style)
- They like, usually, like, ya know, like, say like, like...a lot. Like. ::throws hands in the air::
- They USUALLY major in elementary ed cuz the kids "are just SOOOOOOOOOOO cute! So like... I wanna teach little kids. Cuz they're like, so cute, like, ya know? So what's this No Child Left Behind stuff everyone's, like, talkin about, like?"
- They date the guys from the closest frat house so that the walk of shame isn't that long. No really, do the geography, it's pretty spot-on.
Ya know what's funny? All of that is actually based on true observations, but anyone reading this would think that I'm just a brat for making such detailed complaints, but whatever. Maybe if someone calls them out on it, they'll learn the art of metaphor.

Alright, there was the random commentary on life for tonight. So here's the countdown:

Graduation: 19 days
Moving day: 32 days
Europe: 39 days

Sunday, 05 April 2009

40 days and counting....

Ok. So the count is at 40. I graduate in 40 days and I will no longer be a student.

THANK GOD!!!!

I'm so sick of school I'm about to scratch the paint off the walls of my apartment, perhaps because I've been locked inside it all weekend trying to study for my oral exams tomorrow at 1:30! When/If I pass, I will be Master Appel, so stretch now so you can start bowing in my infinite presence. I'm kidding. No really. Stop rollin' your eyes, ya hatah!

Anyway, so HUGE news:

I got my first professional gig AND it's in Europe! I'm singing the soprano solo in Haydn's "The Creation" mass which will take place at the Esterhazy Palace in Eisenstadt, Vienna, Austria! Holla! So not only are E and I driving cross-country and staying in Edward Cullen's house in Forks, but we're cruising the Mediterranean for over a week and then I'm staying in Europe an extra 3 weeks?!!?!!?!!!!!!?!!!!!?!!!!!?!!!!!?!!! I MAY not come back :P
I'm a "LITTLE" excited.

I'm just prayin' I pass tomorrow and that I can pass my CLASSES this semester. They're not hard, but the next three weeks of my life are gonna be loco amigo.

Therefore, and now I'm actually being serious, because I have to spend an extra 3 weeks in Europe, girl's gonna need more funds. I hate how that happens. (I don't know how much I'm getting paid for the Vienna gig, so I've gotta be prepared AND it would be nice to have money when I get back to my new home in Seattle!) SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO if you feel at all compelled to donate to the "Heather is moving and is poor and is singing in Vienna and is poor" Fund, then feel free to contact me. $5.00 would even help. 10 people who donate $5.00 is all of a sudden a flight from Rome to Vienna!

I love you all that still read this, for WHATEVER reason, so thank you for your support. My dreams are finally coming true after all this time so I'm really excited about this new chapter in my life about to begin. Praise Him!

And always remember: He who farts in church sits in his own pew.

Thursday, 19 February 2009

What'll they think of next?

It's no surprise to my friends or just those who know me well that I get just freakin tickled pink pretty easily. Frankly, I think that's a good thing cuz I'm relatively happy all the time, unless I'm driving, in which case whomever I'm following HAD better pick up the pace and SOON or I'll be ridin that bumper like a drunk sorostitute on a mechanical bull at Club Rodeo on a Saturday night.

So a couple nights ago I was watching one of my favorite shows, The Biggest Loser, with Elaine and this commercial comes on. Now, you KNOW that when you're watching tv shows, the LAST thing you care about is the commercials and so it's like you watch them like you're half-awake and nothing really registers. Yeah. This one did.

It's this chick and a dude (whom we'll call Flower and Roger) on a "Bicycle Built for TWOOOOOOOO" and they're all hippie-ish and wearing totally straight offa That 70's Show clothes, and then I see the joke. It's floating in the air behind Flower (who's on the front) and hittin the poor dude in the face. It clearly looks like hair so I'm like "DUDE! FLOWER! Get yo hair under control, girl! That's just rude!" Then I see it. She lifts her arm and it's her PIT HAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OH.

MY.

GAH.

Really m'am?!!!!! It is HITTING Roger in the face while she rambles on about how cell companies charge those hidden fees and how she hates 'em, and THEN as he's swatting her pit hair out of his face he goes, "Yeah, those hidden fees are SO annoying."

That's when I died. I literally keeled over and died. He has PIT HAIR hitting him in the face it's so long and he's gonna complain about how annoying cell companies are with their hidden fees?! That's it. I quit.

So moral of the story: pay closer attention to commercials cuz you never know when they might kill you. Oh. And shave your pits.

Tuesday, 10 February 2009

Teensy weensy little rant. Teensy.

For those of you who know me, I speak my mind- most of the time anyway. I honestly love and cherish and care for my friends and my family and even strangers on the street. So it seems strange to me that people that are supposed to be my friends, who are supposed to love me for me- even when I'm having a bad day and ranting and complaining about the snarky lady in the SoM office or WHATEVER, act as if they don't know who I am and what I stand for.

That said-

People need to pull logs out of their faces before they start talkin about splinters in mine (or anyone else's for that matter.) Seriously. It doesn't do anybody any good when you're pointing out other people's faults while considering yourself above reproach, blameless in every way, and just oh-so-perfect, when it's just not POSSIBLE.

I love Jesus. He loves me. And I am HUMAN, people. I am not perfect and never said that I was- but I am most certainly trying to better myself everyday. I don't want to be known as a person who can't keep her mouth shut, but I don't want to be known as the person who kept her mouth shut, either. I'm a passionate person who can get carried away but I am also intelligent enough to understand and interpret that and chill the poopy-doop out!

So please, just allow Jesus to fix me. Stop trying. He'll do a better job anyway. Just love me and encourage me.

Thank you. And I'm done.