Friday, April 16, 2010
Monday, April 12, 2010
Californian Teens in The Big Apple.
Most people spend their spring break sitting around at home, watching TV, going to the movies, or taking trips with their family. Sounds fun right? Wrong. Because as I see it, the way I spent my spring break this year was the best decision of my life.
Our choir teacher, Ms. Tavares, has been planning a trip for our choir to sing somewhere in New York since before I was even a student at my current high school. Then sometime last November or so, she informed our choir that we are the only non-jazz group invited to sing (and open) at a jazz festival in Carnagie Hall! CARNAGIE HALL. I am fourteen years old, and I got to sing in Carnagie Hall. That is something that people work their entire lives for, and I got to experience the sensation at a young age. Let me give you all a jist of how this trip went down.
Day 1:
Tuesday April 6th - 3AM. I wake up, extremely tired but excited, and go to my friend Hannah's house. Her mom then drives me, Hannah, and our other friend Conner to the airport. Flight takes off from LAX at 7 AM and arrives in Newark, New Jersey around 3:20 PM. We then take a bus to the hotel, eat, go to a rehearsal, and then the lovely Mrs. Fernicola took myself and a few others out to see Times Square at night! It was so surreal, I could hardly believe where I was. Go back to the hotel, and sleep.
Day 2:
Wednesday April 7th - 7AM. Wake up, eat breakfast, go back to sleep for 2 hours. Really wake up. We met our tour guide, Hal. He hated us because we walked really slow and took pictures of everything we passed. Hal yells a lot. Then we went all the way to the top of the Rockefeller Center where we could see a fantastic veiw of all of New York City. After that, we went to the Museam of Modern Art, where we walked around and took pictures and just had a good time. Then Hannah's mom took a group of us down to Century 21, an amazing store! We rode the subway and the guys attempted to sing Santa Fe from Rent as we were going along. Sleep.
Day 3:
Thursday April 8th - 7 AM. Breakfast, SOHO (best place ever) and dinner at Hard Rock Cafe! It was really good. Then we got dressed up, and went to see a Broadway show! I went and saw Avenue Q. It was fantastic. SO funny. Would have liked to see Next to Normal though. At least Avenue Q was still worth it. Sleep.
Day 4:
Biggest day of our lives/final real day here. Hal took us to the Museum of Natural History. We were a little dissapointed when we got there and saw that it didn't look like Night at the Museum, but were happy nonetheless. We made multiple subway trips and did a lot of walking, but finally made it from the museum to Times Square. We cruised around in different stores until it was time to get ready for our performance. We went to a rehearsal, looked out at Carnagie, and realized this is it. This is what we have worked all year for. We went back to the hotel, changed, and gathered in the dressing room, listening to multiple speaches. Ms. T made me and several others cry before we even went on. We walk out onstage. We sing. BAM. Its over. The end. We go backstage and cry some more. Reception at Rosy O' Grady's afterwards was AMAZING. Lovelovelove.
Day 5:
THREE AM. No sleep. Plane ride home. That's it. It's over.
Goodbye New York, the city that never sleeps. Hello LA, you worthless piece of crap.
:)
Our choir teacher, Ms. Tavares, has been planning a trip for our choir to sing somewhere in New York since before I was even a student at my current high school. Then sometime last November or so, she informed our choir that we are the only non-jazz group invited to sing (and open) at a jazz festival in Carnagie Hall! CARNAGIE HALL. I am fourteen years old, and I got to sing in Carnagie Hall. That is something that people work their entire lives for, and I got to experience the sensation at a young age. Let me give you all a jist of how this trip went down.
Day 1:
Tuesday April 6th - 3AM. I wake up, extremely tired but excited, and go to my friend Hannah's house. Her mom then drives me, Hannah, and our other friend Conner to the airport. Flight takes off from LAX at 7 AM and arrives in Newark, New Jersey around 3:20 PM. We then take a bus to the hotel, eat, go to a rehearsal, and then the lovely Mrs. Fernicola took myself and a few others out to see Times Square at night! It was so surreal, I could hardly believe where I was. Go back to the hotel, and sleep.
Day 2:
Wednesday April 7th - 7AM. Wake up, eat breakfast, go back to sleep for 2 hours. Really wake up. We met our tour guide, Hal. He hated us because we walked really slow and took pictures of everything we passed. Hal yells a lot. Then we went all the way to the top of the Rockefeller Center where we could see a fantastic veiw of all of New York City. After that, we went to the Museam of Modern Art, where we walked around and took pictures and just had a good time. Then Hannah's mom took a group of us down to Century 21, an amazing store! We rode the subway and the guys attempted to sing Santa Fe from Rent as we were going along. Sleep.
Day 3:
Thursday April 8th - 7 AM. Breakfast, SOHO (best place ever) and dinner at Hard Rock Cafe! It was really good. Then we got dressed up, and went to see a Broadway show! I went and saw Avenue Q. It was fantastic. SO funny. Would have liked to see Next to Normal though. At least Avenue Q was still worth it. Sleep.
Day 4:
Biggest day of our lives/final real day here. Hal took us to the Museum of Natural History. We were a little dissapointed when we got there and saw that it didn't look like Night at the Museum, but were happy nonetheless. We made multiple subway trips and did a lot of walking, but finally made it from the museum to Times Square. We cruised around in different stores until it was time to get ready for our performance. We went to a rehearsal, looked out at Carnagie, and realized this is it. This is what we have worked all year for. We went back to the hotel, changed, and gathered in the dressing room, listening to multiple speaches. Ms. T made me and several others cry before we even went on. We walk out onstage. We sing. BAM. Its over. The end. We go backstage and cry some more. Reception at Rosy O' Grady's afterwards was AMAZING. Lovelovelove.
Day 5:
THREE AM. No sleep. Plane ride home. That's it. It's over.
Goodbye New York, the city that never sleeps. Hello LA, you worthless piece of crap.
:)
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Inpired.
To my biggest inpirtation,
I've only talked to you very breifly two or three times, but you are the biggest inspiration I've ever known. I didn't realize this until a couple weeks ago.
I saw your show. You did amazing. I worshipped you, even told you to your face how talented I think you are. You didn't believe me. You told me you aren't that talented and we both laughed. The truth is, you ARE that talented.
I wish I could be like you. I wish I could do all of the amazing things that you can do or have done. I wish I knew you better. Maybe then I could tell you all of this to your face instead of writing a blog about it. But fact and matter is, I haven't spoken with you enough to get to know you even the slightest bit. This is by far what is bugging me the most right now. The fact that I never did get to know you on a personal level, and probably never will.
It's tough, looking up to you so much from a distance. But I'll just have to deal with it. I love you, I really do. You are my role model.
Love,
Taylor
I've only talked to you very breifly two or three times, but you are the biggest inspiration I've ever known. I didn't realize this until a couple weeks ago.
I saw your show. You did amazing. I worshipped you, even told you to your face how talented I think you are. You didn't believe me. You told me you aren't that talented and we both laughed. The truth is, you ARE that talented.
I wish I could be like you. I wish I could do all of the amazing things that you can do or have done. I wish I knew you better. Maybe then I could tell you all of this to your face instead of writing a blog about it. But fact and matter is, I haven't spoken with you enough to get to know you even the slightest bit. This is by far what is bugging me the most right now. The fact that I never did get to know you on a personal level, and probably never will.
It's tough, looking up to you so much from a distance. But I'll just have to deal with it. I love you, I really do. You are my role model.
Love,
Taylor
Friday, March 5, 2010
So there's this kid who lives in my house
I call him brother.
He is the biggest player I have ever met in my life, and he's two years younger than me. There's something wrong with that. He's gone through four or five girl friends just this school year alone.
Normally, it isn't my business to say what he does and doesn't do with girls.
But today, he got one of my best friends involved. He told her he loved her and asked her out. She said no of course, for reasons I cannot speak of.
She texted me and told me everything that happened. I was seriously about to cry. I know it doesn't seem bad, and that he's just a stupid kid. But he's a traitor. He asked out my best friend. Who is two years older than he is.
I am still upset. And I don't know the real reason for it. Could it be because he betrayed me and went to my friend without even asking me first? Or because he is my baby brother and I don't want him to get into that so quickly? I don't know who he is anymore...
Please, bro. Come back.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
School Counselours.
So basically, we had registration today for our classes next year, and I had it all planned out. I was so excited to get to pick my schedule for my sophmore year.
Until the stupid counselor lady told me I couldn't take seven classes because there isn't going to be enough room next year in the class rooms.
Government, I hate you. Why do you have to take funds away from the schools? Now I can't take seven classes next year.
This is gonna suck.
Until the stupid counselor lady told me I couldn't take seven classes because there isn't going to be enough room next year in the class rooms.
Government, I hate you. Why do you have to take funds away from the schools? Now I can't take seven classes next year.
This is gonna suck.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Brothers and Sisters.
They've helped me through more than anybody else.
And the funny part is, they aren't even related to me by blood. They are all just people that I can count on and go to for anything.
You all know who you are. I love you guys.
And the funny part is, they aren't even related to me by blood. They are all just people that I can count on and go to for anything.
You all know who you are. I love you guys.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
A few things for a few people...
Just things I need to get out to certain people. Some positive, others negative.
1. You have no idea how much you mean to me. Sometimes, I love you even more than myself. More than anything in my life. And you say you love me too. But you don't mean it the way I do. I know you don't. And you don't know how much I mean it. No matter who I talk to about it, the reality is, no one can fix it but you.
2. I look up to you more than you will ever know. You are by far the biggest inspiration in my life.
3. Get over yourself. No one likes you. You think you are better than everyone else and that you are oh so talented and you're not. The end.
4. At times, I don't know what to think of you. Most of the time, I hate you. But I probably don't mean it in the long run, no matter how much I think I do at the time. Sometimes, I just wish he would divorce you so all this crap can be out of my life, but in time I realize I never want that. Even though my opinion of you varies throughout the week, I love you. And everything you've done.
5. You are the most negative person I've ever met in my life, yet somehow you have had a huge impact on me...
6. You are the reason I attend school every day. You've taught me so much in the little time I've been in your class. In 30 years from now, you probably won't remember me. But I'll remember you. And everything you have done for me.
1. You have no idea how much you mean to me. Sometimes, I love you even more than myself. More than anything in my life. And you say you love me too. But you don't mean it the way I do. I know you don't. And you don't know how much I mean it. No matter who I talk to about it, the reality is, no one can fix it but you.
2. I look up to you more than you will ever know. You are by far the biggest inspiration in my life.
3. Get over yourself. No one likes you. You think you are better than everyone else and that you are oh so talented and you're not. The end.
4. At times, I don't know what to think of you. Most of the time, I hate you. But I probably don't mean it in the long run, no matter how much I think I do at the time. Sometimes, I just wish he would divorce you so all this crap can be out of my life, but in time I realize I never want that. Even though my opinion of you varies throughout the week, I love you. And everything you've done.
5. You are the most negative person I've ever met in my life, yet somehow you have had a huge impact on me...
6. You are the reason I attend school every day. You've taught me so much in the little time I've been in your class. In 30 years from now, you probably won't remember me. But I'll remember you. And everything you have done for me.
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