Welcome 2014!

It’s crazy to think 2014 has already arrived. It just almost sounds weird and “apocalypsey.” However, as much as it sounds like it doesn’t even exist, it is here. It is now. And so am I.

Some of the most humorous NY posts are, “new year, new me” and “{insert previous year here} had some up and downs but… ” As my best friend said, “Really, you can change yourself overnight? Because I have a lot of things to work on and that would really save me some time” and what year doesn’t have ups and downs? Isn’t that called life?

All typical making fun of people aside, it is nice to see friends and family having some drive, passion and desire to change and work on making themselves better people. Even if it only lasts a few days, months or {for those people we envy} the whole 365, the excitement of new a year is something to be cheery about.

For me, a I had a wonderful time reflecting on 2013. I will spare you and do 13 highlights as opposed to 2013. ;)

  1. I was in my first “opera” {Amahl and the Night Visitors}
  2. Auditioned and Transfered universities
  3. Completed INSANITY
  4. Got my own car, Gershwin
  5. Dyed my hair red
  6. Wore leggings as pants
  7. Purchased TOMS
  8. Saw the West Side Story Broadway tour
  9. Became a Legacy Lady
  10. Did my first hair show
  11. Realized how much I LOVE my major
  12. Watched chick flicks and liked them. And admitted that.
  13. Met some freakin awesome people and made some of the best friendships ever.

In an arithmetic way I will sum it up by saying: it was a great year. So I hope you have some wonderful memories to treasure about this past year, think of some ways to improve, your ups and downs of life and find a way to be a “new you” this 2014.

Happy New Year.

In the Crook of a Steinway

Steinway & Sons My college auditions are over, and what a great experience they were. My first time to stand on a stage, in the crook of a Steinway & Sons Piano, singing Mozart and Quilter. I felt so at home, so in my niche, and so eager to do this as a career.

With singing, it’s alway been hard to decide if I wanted to do it as a career or just a hobby. When I was about twelve, this was the time that High School Musical became all the rage, I realized that singing was actually cool. I had always thought of it as the nerdy, artsy thing to do (which I am totally okay with now, not when you’re an awkward twelve). High School Musical changed the opinions of acne-faced pre-teens across America, and that changed me.

Yet, it wasn’t until about six months ago that I really committed to the degree, Vocal Performance that is. My parents will vouch when I say I am still not entirely sure. For now, however, I am entirely sure. There’s something different about this degree than any other degree I could see myself doing: aspiration. I have considered so many careers, but what I have realized is that none of them have an aspiration. Performance is something that I aspire to be the best I can be at. I sometimes do not want to perform because I don’t like presenting something that is not my full capability, unlike other things that I simply just want to do “good enough” on. I have a dream, a vision, and a goal. And I believe in it. I believe it so much that as I begin to think about the days when that dream comes to pass, I am overjoyed and almost begin to weep (which is rare for me, ha).

Aspiration is the key. You have to want to move forward. Some things stay east and west. But the greatest go north. Move forward. Dream big. And aspire to something greater than yourself, all while staying in the crook of a steinway.

The Email I Never I sent….

Dear _______,

I always wanted to write an email to Steve. I thought it would be so entirely cool, even if he didn’t reply, but I never got around to it.

When I was in sixth grade I wanted to buy a computer and started to save up my money. I really wanted a white laptop, and that’s what drew me to the MacBook. My parents tried to tell me I didn’t really need that expensive of a laptop at such a young age, but I thought otherwise. I got my computer right before starting high school and it literally kinda changed my life. After owning a Mac, I longed to get on the computer and make videos, work in iMovie, do goofy edits in iPhoto, email colleges and search the internet for new things. It opened my eyes to a whole new world and has been a part of almost everything I do.

Steve’s creations weren’t the only things that inspired me. I researched about his past and how he got started. I thought to myself, “How cool.. this kid who is so young is calling HP and talking to the head guy to ask for parts to build his newest creation!” I often think of Steve at these moments in his life when I am scared to do something due to my young age, lack of experience or lack of education.

My heart is truly sadden that you are gone, Steve. I have never lost anyone close to me, and although I do not know you, it feels as though a part of my life is gone. You will be greatly missed. I hope that you are in Heaven, and I pray for your family, coworkers, friends and fans.


17yrs. Old
Mac user since April 2008

Fixing Art

Today in my English class we stared The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn and of course we brought up the topic of it’s re-write. It is very interesting to me how people find a book like this and change it up to make it more suitable, but of course they wont change To Kill a Mockingbird, which has some of the very same words that were changed in Finn, because, “it’s such a good book” right?

Why are we, as Americans and as people, selective in our morals? We can not choose our wars and battles. Our enemy is always fighting, and we must step up and stand up, whatever the cause may be, and we must fight until the end. This country is in war, but not against flesh and blood. We can not only fight the battles that are in the current events section.

And, in a different chapter, do we have the right to change people’s work? We can not change people’s work now, because of copyright. So our we saying that because Mark Twain was not of this age, he doesn’t have the same rights we do? Are we saying that because he is deceased he no longer has say to his work? His art is his will. We do not change our kin’s wills simply because we don’t like them or agree.

And of all the things. We listen and see profane, obscene, disgusting, perverted, offensive, and list goes on to all kinds of art. But nobody is telling high school DJ’s not to play Usher. No one’s re-writing the books in the school library. Nobody is telling the Greeks to knock down their statues. Nobody is painting over art. So why are we re-typing his?