A few days ago I was getting gas. It clicked so I went to pump it an extra time or two just for good measure. When I pumped the first time gas overflowed and the wind blew it all over my pretty dress.
The end.
Life
Moving On
*Sorry I’ve been so absent. Finals are looming and I’ve just been in sort of a haze this week! And last week for that matter. Hang with me and I promise I’ll get back to normal soon.*
In a week and two days I’ll leave Kilgore College for good. I’m not sure how I really feel about this. The last time I graduated I couldn’t WAIT to leave that place. I was busting at the seams ready to start a new chapter in my life and to meet new people. KC did that for me. I learned more in two years than I did in four at Sabine, my high school. I grew. I made newer, better friends. I loved school. I developed and discovered new passions. I got married. I moved.
I. Love. Music. And I don’t mean that like “I love music!”-which translates into “I listen to the radio a LOT and I buy CDs ALL the time.” I mean, I know theory. I can read music. I can play piano. My voice has gotten stronger and bigger and better. The music program is designed to saturate you in every aspect of music: Theory, ear training, piano, choir, small ensembles, voice lessons, theory keyboard, music literature, opera.
Coming from the high school I did and the music program there, I didn’t know a lick of music. And I mean that. How I got through those seven years in the same choir with the same director I honestly don’t know. I didn’t learn. I didn’t grow. I didn’t develop. But I still knew I needed music. It’s the only thing that’s EVER made me happy. It satisfies me. Before I even knew what it really was, I knew I wanted to do it. It’s unexplainable, but anyone who’s a musician knows how I feel.
But in a week I’ll be gently tossed out of the nest I’ve become accustomed to over the last two years. The same four teachers who have nurtured me and taught me things I wanted and needed to learn will fade away. I’ll have new teachers. A new environment. Do I want that now?
My friend, Kait, who is finishing up her freshman year at KC, is heading to UT Tyler in the fall, too. She, however, is ready for a change. A new environment. New people.
Me? I’ve had so many big life changes in the past six months I’m not sure if I want another. It seems like I’ve just developed new routines and a new life here in Laneville, and to develop one 50 minutes away, too? It feels like too much. Sometimes, on my way home from school, I get a tiny bit excited about going to UT with so many of my friends, but 90% of the rest of my time I still feel… empty, uncertain, unsure, blank on my decision to attend UT. No matter how many people testify to how awesome it is.
So, as yet another big life change is on my horizon, remember me in your prayers, if you could.
On another note, since Jason is such a basketball fanatic, most of our nights are full of playoff games. Clearly I’m going for the Mavs because Dirk is so cute. So is JJ Barea. UH. DORABLE.
Moving On
*Sorry I’ve been so absent. Finals are looming and I’ve just been in sort of a haze this week! And last week for that matter. Hang with me and I promise I’ll get back to normal soon.*
In a week and two days I’ll leave Kilgore College for good. I’m not sure how I really feel about this. The last time I graduated I couldn’t WAIT to leave that place. I was busting at the seams ready to start a new chapter in my life and to meet new people. KC did that for me. I learned more in two years than I did in four at Sabine, my high school. I grew. I made newer, better friends. I loved school. I developed and discovered new passions. I got married. I moved.
I. Love. Music. And I don’t mean that like “I love music!”-which translates into “I listen to the radio a LOT and I buy CDs ALL the time.” I mean, I know theory. I can read music. I can play piano. My voice has gotten stronger and bigger and better. The music program is designed to saturate you in every aspect of music: Theory, ear training, piano, choir, small ensembles, voice lessons, theory keyboard, music literature, opera.
Coming from the high school I did and the music program there, I didn’t know a lick of music. And I mean that. How I got through those seven years in the same choir with the same director I honestly don’t know. I didn’t learn. I didn’t grow. I didn’t develop. But I still knew I needed music. It’s the only thing that’s EVER made me happy. It satisfies me. Before I even knew what it really was, I knew I wanted to do it. It’s unexplainable, but anyone who’s a musician knows how I feel.
But in a week I’ll be gently tossed out of the nest I’ve become accustomed to over the last two years. The same four teachers who have nurtured me and taught me things I wanted and needed to learn will fade away. I’ll have new teachers. A new environment. Do I want that now?
My friend, Kait, who is finishing up her freshman year at KC, is heading to UT Tyler in the fall, too. She, however, is ready for a change. A new environment. New people.
Me? I’ve had so many big life changes in the past six months I’m not sure if I want another. It seems like I’ve just developed new routines and a new life here in Laneville, and to develop one 50 minutes away, too? It feels like too much. Sometimes, on my way home from school, I get a tiny bit excited about going to UT with so many of my friends, but 90% of the rest of my time I still feel… empty, uncertain, unsure, blank on my decision to attend UT. No matter how many people testify to how awesome it is.
So, as yet another big life change is on my horizon, remember me in your prayers, if you could.
On another note, since Jason is such a basketball fanatic, most of our nights are full of playoff games. Clearly I’m going for the Mavs because Dirk is so cute. So is JJ Barea. UH. DORABLE.
Sometimes I’m Awesome
… and sometimes I’m not. But let’s be serious here. Most of the time I am.
Boy it feels good to write without looking up sources and turning it in to turnitin.com. Lemme ‘splain. I just finished writing a 6 page (including bibliography) paper on Dante’s Inferno for my World Lit class. I’ve blogged a little about this class before, mostly about how much it sucks and how I’m ready for it to end in a couple of weeks. But this class has opened my eyes somewhat. Being required to discuss certain topics and read things I wouldn’t normally read has been.. a challenge. A welcome required challenge.
The only reason I did it before it was due so I can go to Canton tomorrow with my family! Woo thrifting!
pretty leopard shirt from the sister. 🙂
Believe it or not I’ve had some pretty amazing outfits the past couple of weeks. However, waiting for Jason to get home to take pictures of me hasn’t been on the top of my priority list. Maybe if you’re lucky I’ll recreate them so you can seeeeeeeee. 🙂 In the mean time someone please tell me how to make my ear stop itching. If you can’t do that, sign up for Pinterest. You’ll lose hours of your life. Thank me laterrrr.
It’s Easter
I’ve thought and wrestled all weekend about what I should say on this blog about Easter. Honestly, this post could go on for days if I wrote all I was feeling. So I’ll just hit you with the highlights.
After an incredible (that’s an understatement) church service I couldn’t help but think about all those people that were there. Let me clarify. Why is it that so many people come out of the woodwork only for Easter? What is it about this day that people feel compelled to attend a church service? Not even that many come out to a Christmas service. Is it because they bought a new dress at Dillard’s and need somewhere to wear it? Isn’t that why companies sell those dresses to begin with? Just so you can spend a wad of money to wear it to a church you’ll probably never go to again until next Easter? I hope I’m not sounding cynical. But think about it. What do those hundreds of people do every other Sunday? Why do they only come on Easter? If we’re being really real here, they probably won’t retain that message. I do pray that the Holy Spirit would open their eyes to the miracle that is the resurrection. It really does break my heart that people think they need to come to an Easter service. That it’s necessary for their life. Don’t get me wrong, it’s an awesome place to be on a Sunday morning. But I pray that their eyes be opened!
The absolute MIRACLE of the resurrection. Without the resurrection we have no hope, no bible, no life, no love, no Savior. The bible is false if not for the resurrection. Christ is risen from the dead. Rejoice! Man. Hallelujah! That’s my King. (<<PLEASE watch that video.)
Just like Christmas, though I admit, I buy into the “magic” of Christmas, Easter has turned into this commercialized… thing. It’s all about eggs, bunnies, and pastels. Where, BTW, did that tradition come from?! Though with this holiday, Jesus isn’t mentioned as much as He is at Christmas. What the what? Without this holiday Christians would have no hope. NO. HOPE.
Needless to say there are a lot of mixed emotions going on right now. So ready for the deliverance!
Happy Easter! Rejoice. We have a Savior. We have hope.
It’s Easter
I’ve thought and wrestled all weekend about what I should say on this blog about Easter. Honestly, this post could go on for days if I wrote all I was feeling. So I’ll just hit you with the highlights.
After an incredible (that’s an understatement) church service I couldn’t help but think about all those people that were there. Let me clarify. Why is it that so many people come out of the woodwork only for Easter? What is it about this day that people feel compelled to attend a church service? Not even that many come out to a Christmas service. Is it because they bought a new dress at Dillard’s and need somewhere to wear it? Isn’t that why companies sell those dresses to begin with? Just so you can spend a wad of money to wear it to a church you’ll probably never go to again until next Easter? I hope I’m not sounding cynical. But think about it. What do those hundreds of people do every other Sunday? Why do they only come on Easter? If we’re being really real here, they probably won’t retain that message. I do pray that the Holy Spirit would open their eyes to the miracle that is the resurrection. It really does break my heart that people think they need to come to an Easter service. That it’s necessary for their life. Don’t get me wrong, it’s an awesome place to be on a Sunday morning. But I pray that their eyes be opened!
The absolute MIRACLE of the resurrection. Without the resurrection we have no hope, no bible, no life, no love, no Savior. The bible is false if not for the resurrection. Christ is risen from the dead. Rejoice! Man. Hallelujah! That’s my King. (<<PLEASE watch that video.)
Just like Christmas, though I admit, I buy into the “magic” of Christmas, Easter has turned into this commercialized… thing. It’s all about eggs, bunnies, and pastels. Where, BTW, did that tradition come from?! Though with this holiday, Jesus isn’t mentioned as much as He is at Christmas. What the what? Without this holiday Christians would have no hope. NO. HOPE.
Needless to say there are a lot of mixed emotions going on right now. So ready for the deliverance!
Happy Easter! Rejoice. We have a Savior. We have hope.