Well yes it's Christmas today so since I don't have anything to write about and only 20 minutes until this thing is due, I'll write about it. Christmas should be a quiet special day full of gratitude and joy and stuff that maybe I shouldn't talk about in a blog (Yes Happy holidays to you... no more Merry Christmas...Sigh, what's the world coming to?). But well, this year wasn't too quiet for my family because we got a new karaoke machine. It was awful listening to my siblings attempts to sing songs they didn't know and almost being pulled in to the torture of singing with them. Not that all the people in my family are bad singers, in fact for a lot of them it's the complete opposite of that, I guess I just wasn't so excited about the karaoke machine maybe because of all the loudness. People are loud. Karaoke machines are loud. Whatever happened to the wonderful Christmas afternoon naps? Yes Christmas morning with little kids opening presents ect. can be loud, but everyone knows that the afternoon must be quiet for underslept people like myself. Christmas without quiet afternoon is like a car without a horn (sorry that analogy doesn't make much sense it was just off the top of my head). Even though Christmas afternoon should be quiet, it wasn't for my family this year, so the bottom line is, if you need to catch up on sleep and are loyal to quiet Christmas afternoons, don't ever buy a karaoke machine for your family.
PS sorry if I sounded really bitter in this blog, the karaoke machine and everything else about Christmas was great this year, I just needed something I could complain and write about.
Sunday, December 25, 2005
Sunday, December 18, 2005
It usually pays to be prepared
Well it's blog time again, but this time I almost know what I'm going to write about... well almost.
Okay fine! I don't know what to write about. But you don't have to rub it in, gosh! Um... Well, so yesterday (there you go I'll tell you what I learned from a past personal experience) I had my very first ever flute recital. I've had thousands of piano recitals in the past but never before a flute recital. It was pretty intense. I'd say I played pretty ugh but not extremely terribly. So probably the reason I played ugh instead of good was because I was feeling unprepared.
A scout is always prepared, but some of us aren't always scouts. Now judging from the past, when I'm prepared for something, or I'm a scout so to speak, I usually do much better than when I'm not. I was definitely a scout last week when I was accompaning a singing quartet on the piano, but quite often in my procrastinating world, I am very far from being a scout (like my flute recital yesterday). However, not being prepared doesn't always mean that you're going to die. Just the other day we had a huge test in one of my classes at school. I didn't study or prepare for it or anything, in fact I had completely forgotten all about it, but I took the test anyways and I did just fine. Yet, if I would have been prepared I would have felt much more confident in myself and probably had done better on the test.
Even though preparedness doesn't always have the greatest influence on the outcome of certain events, in the end it's much safer to be prepared. Trust me I should know by now(or at least I hope I know by now. Arrgh! I only wish I had taken this advice before my flute recital).
Okay fine! I don't know what to write about. But you don't have to rub it in, gosh! Um... Well, so yesterday (there you go I'll tell you what I learned from a past personal experience) I had my very first ever flute recital. I've had thousands of piano recitals in the past but never before a flute recital. It was pretty intense. I'd say I played pretty ugh but not extremely terribly. So probably the reason I played ugh instead of good was because I was feeling unprepared.
A scout is always prepared, but some of us aren't always scouts. Now judging from the past, when I'm prepared for something, or I'm a scout so to speak, I usually do much better than when I'm not. I was definitely a scout last week when I was accompaning a singing quartet on the piano, but quite often in my procrastinating world, I am very far from being a scout (like my flute recital yesterday). However, not being prepared doesn't always mean that you're going to die. Just the other day we had a huge test in one of my classes at school. I didn't study or prepare for it or anything, in fact I had completely forgotten all about it, but I took the test anyways and I did just fine. Yet, if I would have been prepared I would have felt much more confident in myself and probably had done better on the test.
Even though preparedness doesn't always have the greatest influence on the outcome of certain events, in the end it's much safer to be prepared. Trust me I should know by now(or at least I hope I know by now. Arrgh! I only wish I had taken this advice before my flute recital).
Sunday, December 11, 2005
Freedom accomplishes more
My parents left yesterday morning for Arizona and they won't be back for another four days. The freedom is wonderful! Yet every time my parents leave my brother and I home alone there's just one thing I can't understand. When they're gone, the house is amazingly clean all the time and everything seems to get done faster and run more smoothly. You'd think that when my parents weren't home, we'd just slack off and party, but actually it's the opposite. Everyone becomes much more responsible and does the stuff they're supposed to, and at the same time we're all more relaxed and life is easier. My brother doesn't neglect to take out the garbage like he usually does and I kind of take over the kitchen and keep it cleaner (I can't stand dirty kitchens!!(Ps when my mom is home I see it as her job to take care of the kitchen so I let the cleaner kitchen ambitions slip)). Anyways it's just weird that we're more productive when my parents aren't home, so to me it proves one of General George S. Patton's quotes:"Never tell people how to do things. Tell them what to do and they will surprise you with their ingenuity." Or maybe one of Abe Lincoln's too:"No man can govern another without the others consent." You see when my parents are at home telling me what to eat and when to got to bed, I'm going to rebel and eat what I want and go to bed late just in spite of them, even though I probably had the intention of eating and going to bed on time. But when they're not there nagging at me I'm free to do what I want or feel like I need to and that's usually something they would have been telling me to do. I guess the same thing can be said about piano lessons. A lot of the stuff my piano teacher assigns me becomes boring and burdensome, not because they're hard pieces or stuff I don't enjoy playing, but because they're things she assigned me, not that I assigned myself, so I don't want to practice as much and the pieces suffer. However, the pieces I like to play for fun and assign myself are often much more difficult then what she assigns, yet sound much nicer because I enjoy practicing something that I'm solely responsible for. Anyways I guess the bottom line is whether it be keeping the house clean or practicing the piano, a person is much more likely to get things done on their own accord then they are with someone else there constantly telling them what to do.
Ps even though everyone is more responsible when my parents leave, no one can get up as early as they do to turn on the heater, so you should be amazed at how long I've left my hands freezing hands out in the cold to type this blog.
Ps even though everyone is more responsible when my parents leave, no one can get up as early as they do to turn on the heater, so you should be amazed at how long I've left my hands freezing hands out in the cold to type this blog.
Sunday, December 04, 2005
Deprived
Yes, I the spoiled youngest daughter of eight kids, most of whom have left the house, am feeling deprived. Not from food, money or possesions, but from quite possibly the most vital thing our busy world has to offer. Sleep. I slept for 17 hours straight a few days ago, and even that wasn't enough to settle my undying need. Then why am I still sleepy?!! I could pin it on the communist like I usally do, but since this is supposed to be an analitcal blog I will enlighten you further.
School. Five out of the seven days of the week, millions of other students and I, are forced to stagger off to a disguised jail house and stay imprisoned there for 6 or more hours. We then sit through what seems like decades of monotnous lecutres and busy work. And if this torment isn't enough, after those six or more hours are finally over, we are un-lawfully given more busy work to take home with us. Isn't 6 hours enough? I'm already taking 6 whole hours out of my already sleep deprived day to only be given even less time to sleep? What is this world coming to?!
Work. I definetly shouldn't be the one talking when it comes to complaining about work,but I am anyway. My job at the library is great, especially compared to most other teenagers', but nevertheless I do work, and I still condsider it a crucial factor to my sleep loss. Every Saturday instead of trying to catch up on sleep, I have to force myself out of bed and go to my repetitve book job early in the morning. I wouldn't mind this so much if I weren't already feeling dead from my non-sleeping school week, but I have no control over that. Saturday is pretty much the only day that I could sleep, but instead it has gone down the drain to that wicked sleep stealing work monster.
Parents. My parents have absolutely no mercy when in comes to sleep deprived children. No matter how hard I try, there's just no use fighting against my parents' nagging in the mornings. Every day my mom comes into my room at unreal hours and tries to make me feel like a terrible person for sleeping. Pretty much now I've learned to ignore her because it's always the same: I haven't gotten out of bed yet, and I could have done so much, and I could have vacuumed the basement, and I made her take the dog out and the whole day is gone, and I could have finished putting up the Christmas decorations(wait! Seriously, who puts up Christmas decorations at 6 AM in the morning?) . Anyways she just goes on forever with these totally irrational things I "missed out" on for sleeping 15 minutes longer. It's ridiculus! But if I don't get up somewhat promptly she's in a bad mood for the rest of the day. Yet it's not fair because when my sleep deprived self gets up that early, I'm in a bad mood for the rest of the day. It's hopeless. Next week my parents are going to be gone for four days which could be sad for some people, but as for me, man! Am I looking foward to the sleep( which, however, by now I don't think is possible to cath up to ) .
Yes, we are all sleep deprived from time to time. It would be nice if the need for sleep would just go away, but then again maybe not because sleep is great. All I can say is, with this holiday season coming up, I know exactly what I want for Christmas. SLEEP!
School. Five out of the seven days of the week, millions of other students and I, are forced to stagger off to a disguised jail house and stay imprisoned there for 6 or more hours. We then sit through what seems like decades of monotnous lecutres and busy work. And if this torment isn't enough, after those six or more hours are finally over, we are un-lawfully given more busy work to take home with us. Isn't 6 hours enough? I'm already taking 6 whole hours out of my already sleep deprived day to only be given even less time to sleep? What is this world coming to?!
Work. I definetly shouldn't be the one talking when it comes to complaining about work,but I am anyway. My job at the library is great, especially compared to most other teenagers', but nevertheless I do work, and I still condsider it a crucial factor to my sleep loss. Every Saturday instead of trying to catch up on sleep, I have to force myself out of bed and go to my repetitve book job early in the morning. I wouldn't mind this so much if I weren't already feeling dead from my non-sleeping school week, but I have no control over that. Saturday is pretty much the only day that I could sleep, but instead it has gone down the drain to that wicked sleep stealing work monster.
Parents. My parents have absolutely no mercy when in comes to sleep deprived children. No matter how hard I try, there's just no use fighting against my parents' nagging in the mornings. Every day my mom comes into my room at unreal hours and tries to make me feel like a terrible person for sleeping. Pretty much now I've learned to ignore her because it's always the same: I haven't gotten out of bed yet, and I could have done so much, and I could have vacuumed the basement, and I made her take the dog out and the whole day is gone, and I could have finished putting up the Christmas decorations(wait! Seriously, who puts up Christmas decorations at 6 AM in the morning?) . Anyways she just goes on forever with these totally irrational things I "missed out" on for sleeping 15 minutes longer. It's ridiculus! But if I don't get up somewhat promptly she's in a bad mood for the rest of the day. Yet it's not fair because when my sleep deprived self gets up that early, I'm in a bad mood for the rest of the day. It's hopeless. Next week my parents are going to be gone for four days which could be sad for some people, but as for me, man! Am I looking foward to the sleep( which, however, by now I don't think is possible to cath up to ) .
Yes, we are all sleep deprived from time to time. It would be nice if the need for sleep would just go away, but then again maybe not because sleep is great. All I can say is, with this holiday season coming up, I know exactly what I want for Christmas. SLEEP!
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