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The Power of Music

So today I bought myself some sexy new Beats by Dre headphones! And I am in LOVE!! The sound is amazing. Which just makes the music sound fantastic. But that's not entirely what this post is about...I just started reading the soloists...which has me longing for my cello even more! I N.E.E.D. my music back in my life! Reading about this man who loves his music that much makes my heart hurt from the yearn of my own. So I was inspired buy 2 things: 1. This quote: Next Comes Ernest Bloch's Rhapsody for Cello , which begins as a slow, poetic lament. Nathaniel's bow is a fluid and obdient slave, his fingers dancing ballet on the fresh-varnished neck, and the music cuts him off from noise, worry, fear, illness." This is how I feel when I play. I can't wait to have this back. 2. I listened to probably one of my favorite Classical pieces Montagues and Capulets by Sergey Prokkofiev! The headphones almost make me feel like I'm playing again! It's awesome!

Excuse me I have something to say!

So I was reading my bestie's blog the other day AND she had this very genius post and I'm stealing it from her. Here goes nothing: Person 1: Our relationship is estranged. I have been trying to make it stronger and at times I am very promising and others I fail miserably. I owe you nothing but thanks and gratitude but there some tough issues that I grapple with. I am trying to come to terms with a lot of tings. Please don't give up on me. Person 2: Since we have met you have done nothing but make my life more enjoyable! My experience would not have been so great if not for you. I have watched you grow and mature into an amazing young woman. And at times you are an inspiration to me! Thanks for allowing me to call you my friend...cause I know not all get that privilege. You're simply the BEST. Person 3: I started a new journey about a year ago..and somewhere along this road I have gotten stuck in a ditch somewhere. You see at some point I am supposed to forgive you for w...

How do you know when you've found the one?

For some reason relationships have been on my mind a lot lately. I'm not sure why...maybe it's because everywhere I turn around there is a newly blossoming relationship or talk of an old one...OR maybe I'm just ready for my own! To the love of my life: So when I first started writing this post I was under the impression that it would about the man of my dreams that I haven't met yet (or maybe I already have and didn't know it). But then it hit me....you should be the love of your life! I mean who should I always be able to depend on? Other than God of course...myself! Now in no way am I saying that I have completely given up hope on finding "him" but while my search continues I will be doing things that strengthen me! Get on the road to doing activities I enjoy. Making myself smile. Being happy on my own. Giving back to those around me. So for right I'm working on being in love with myself. And I until I find someone that can top me (which will be har...

Harry Potter

Dear J.K. Rowling: I just have to tell you that I Love You! Not in a weird lesbian way but in a crazed teenage fan sort of way! Thank you for Harry Potter! And I mean that from the bottom of my very soul! I will never be a traitor and watch New Moon or whatever it is with the flozzy young girl, vampire, and werewolf! My heart will forever be yours (although I did watch and I admit enjoy Lord of Rings). You are great! And I can't wait for November 19th! Thank you once again! You are simply the bestest!

Message to Rich Rodriguez

Let me be honest I was not all for Michigan hiring Rich Rod 3 years ago when Lloyd Carr decided to leave. I thought it was mighty bold of the Wolverines not to look into Ron English for head coach. He made the defense what it was! But once I got over that I was all ready for Les Miles to win his championship with LSU and then become a Wolverine (I mean he wanted the job back when Lloyd Carr was given the position). AND then drama ensued and Les Miles wasn't even given the opportunity to accept the position. So the powers that be decided on Rich Rod. Now I commended him for the work he did at West Virgina but I wasn't sure how he would fair at Michigan. I mean I love his style of offense and how fast paced he runs it. When he was given the job I humbly accepted that he was my (and yes I said my) coach! I defended him his first season explaining to people that he was a new coach bringing in a whole new style of offense with a young team. The second season I thought there was hope...

Pet Peeve..

I HATE/DESPISE when people use the word inappropriately. As in: "That test raped me!" or "I was raped by that game!" WTF!!!! I promise you that failing that exam or losing in that video game is nothing like being raped! Absolutely nothing! I know that there are other terms that people, myself included, use on a regular basis but this is one that gets to me! Every time I hear this word I cringe and become uncomfortable! It brings up unresolved emotions for me at the most inopportune times.

My letter to the president..

President Obama: There is no way that I have lost hope in you! I still have faith that you are the change that America is in need of! But I am afraid that you have lost yourself a bit. I know that you have inherited quiet a mess. My only concern is that you have lost some or your spunk! Where is that feisty senator from Illinois that took no crap! What happened? I understand that you took on one of, if not, the toughest job in the country! But I feel that this new complacent, let's make everyone happy attitude is not working for you. I didn't miss class and stand in line for hours to make sure my vote was counted in order for you to just let things happen! Bring back the fight Mr. President. I know now that things are going to be harder because the House and Senate are no longer in your corner. But this means your fight has to be tougher, your bite just that much harder! Whenever you're down just remember that under the bludgeonings of chance your head is bloody but unbowed...