So there's a moth problem at my house. And everybody hates moths. They're mega creepy and blend in with everything so that they can sneak up on you in the middle of the night and destroy any sense of security you might have in your home.
They also enjoy eating your clothing. And I being someone who hates shopping, especially do not enjoy some less-developed organism feasting away at my limited wardrobe. Soon I'd be forced to only wear undershirts which make my nipples look pointy, according to one outspoken member of my Chemistry class, because everything else would have been eaten.
Luckily, my mom found the source of the moths; however, I now need to get a new mattress, as a moth-lab had been set up there. Now that I think about, some of my bed sheets mysteriously began getting holes in them last winter. That means that I have been sleeping on a breeding ground for satan's spawn (aka moths) for over a year. While I've been sleeping there, who knows how many larva have crawled over my body??
So I've been spending the majority of the day shaking what I believe is dried-up moth fecal matter off the stuffed animals I store(d) under my bed. I didn't know I still had so many stuffed animals. My mom thought that this would be a good time to narrow down my collection, but all this process has done is produce immense feelings of nostalgia. I am blessed with both a very accurate selective memory and the ability to form an emotional bond with anything. Together, these have allowed me to throw out maybe a total of 10 stuffed animals in my entire life. I remember everything about every individual item I have: who gave it to me, where it was bought, how old I was when I got it, etc. I once cried when I lost a special pencil in 5th grade because I had won it at an arcade in Ireland with my cousins the year prior. It's probably good that I lost is because it was neon pink and I most likely would've gotten beaten up otherwise.
I am only half way done with the stuffed animals, and I still need to wash all of the clothes in my room in close proximity to my bed. And since I am incredibly lazy and just leave clothes in baskets on my floor rather than putting them away, that means washing almost everything.
At least I'm getting a new bed.
Saturday, February 2, 2013
Sunday, January 27, 2013
January 2013 Round-up
Nothing has really happened recently. I guess that's partly due to the fact that school has been busy since Christmas break ended, but I also think all the excitement of a two-week long break ending sends everything into a lull for a while. You try to get yourself excited about something, anything really, but you can't.
Needless to say I don't have anything interesting to talk about. I haven't been on TV recently, I haven't left the city at all (I don't think I've left New York State since the school year started), and I haven't had an ample amount of time to go out and explore or revisit places I haven't been to in a while. And I don't think whining about school suffices as something of interest to whoever reads this. But if it is, by all means tell me. I promise you I am the #1 complainer in the world! Well, actually, hopefully I'm not. I would like to be remembered for holding different records.
I've requested a decent camera for my birthday this year, and I've volunteered to help pay for it since everything costs a bazillion dollars these days. But I think it'll be useful. I think having a camera will help me see something new and interesting in something that seemed dull or lifeless beforehand and will allow me to capture more moments that I find noteworthy to share. It's very easy to forget something or it's importance, so being able to capture a moment on film will allow me to seal it in my memory. My dad did recently give me a video camera he hadn't touched in 7 years, but I highly doubt the instructions are anywhere nearby and it may not even be compatible with the computer I have. I will attempt to figure out how to use it though, but I am in no way technologically gifted so I cannot guarantee that that will ever happen. It would be interesting to make a video to post here, however, but who knows how long it would actually take to upload...
On another note, I follow a tennis player named Irina Falconi avidly because she's a brilliant writer. I used to get frustrated with her when she wouldn't post something in a span of a week, but now I understand. It's hard to actually find something to talk about. Also, she's busy making money and being famous and stuff and is undoubtedly exhausted at the end of every day, so it's reasonable that she wouldn't want to hop on the blogosphere as frequently as I desired.
I hope everybody is having a wonderful 2013 so far. I'll write again soon. And maybe I'll have some pictures.
Needless to say I don't have anything interesting to talk about. I haven't been on TV recently, I haven't left the city at all (I don't think I've left New York State since the school year started), and I haven't had an ample amount of time to go out and explore or revisit places I haven't been to in a while. And I don't think whining about school suffices as something of interest to whoever reads this. But if it is, by all means tell me. I promise you I am the #1 complainer in the world! Well, actually, hopefully I'm not. I would like to be remembered for holding different records.
I've requested a decent camera for my birthday this year, and I've volunteered to help pay for it since everything costs a bazillion dollars these days. But I think it'll be useful. I think having a camera will help me see something new and interesting in something that seemed dull or lifeless beforehand and will allow me to capture more moments that I find noteworthy to share. It's very easy to forget something or it's importance, so being able to capture a moment on film will allow me to seal it in my memory. My dad did recently give me a video camera he hadn't touched in 7 years, but I highly doubt the instructions are anywhere nearby and it may not even be compatible with the computer I have. I will attempt to figure out how to use it though, but I am in no way technologically gifted so I cannot guarantee that that will ever happen. It would be interesting to make a video to post here, however, but who knows how long it would actually take to upload...
On another note, I follow a tennis player named Irina Falconi avidly because she's a brilliant writer. I used to get frustrated with her when she wouldn't post something in a span of a week, but now I understand. It's hard to actually find something to talk about. Also, she's busy making money and being famous and stuff and is undoubtedly exhausted at the end of every day, so it's reasonable that she wouldn't want to hop on the blogosphere as frequently as I desired.
I hope everybody is having a wonderful 2013 so far. I'll write again soon. And maybe I'll have some pictures.
Sunday, January 13, 2013
"Oh, I see you don't have any Norwegian doom metal or Russian Chanson on your iPod..."
**Sidenote: I did not make up either of the two genres stated in the title. They are both real. **
I was supposed to have a history paper due tomorrow. But some kid complained to the teacher and now we get to hand it in on Friday. Of course, rather than being efficient and getting a head start, I'm here. Writing a blog post.
I haven't been very responsible with this blog, and I'm sorry about that. I lied when I promised myself I would have a strict posting routine, because that clearly has not been the case so far. But I'm going to do better.
Anyway, on to the intended topic of the blog post, music. One of the cool perks about living in New York is that you're exposed to everything. Sometimes, "everything" can be too much, like when you see a shirtless older woman during the Mermaid Parade, but for the most part it's a fun experience. Music definitely falls into that category. While many places are known for one specific genre of music (like how we all expect people in the South to be listening to Country), you'll find everything in New York. You're constantly exposed to different sounds and can truly tailor a "personal style" that you're happy with.
But the whole topic of music sucks as well. It may just be a teenager thing, since teenagers are already horrible people and should be forced to live in solitude until their hormones go away, but I'm not sure. Music seems to have become competition. Rather than acting as something that brings people together, music actually keeps people apart. People seem unable to accept that others have different tastes in music without judging them for it: I know people who flat out dislike someone if they listen to a particular type of music. But why? The whole situation just seems so stupid. As long as you don't shove your taste in music down my throat if I don't like what you like, I'm cool with you listening to whale noises if that's what you're in to. Music is something that's supposed to be fun, not something that you should be judged for. Obviously, if someone has similar tastes in things, you'll probably become friends more easily, but why is it that different tastes justify an intense dislike of a person before you've even gotten to know him/her? I don't know. But it shouldn't be like that.
I was supposed to have a history paper due tomorrow. But some kid complained to the teacher and now we get to hand it in on Friday. Of course, rather than being efficient and getting a head start, I'm here. Writing a blog post.
I haven't been very responsible with this blog, and I'm sorry about that. I lied when I promised myself I would have a strict posting routine, because that clearly has not been the case so far. But I'm going to do better.
Anyway, on to the intended topic of the blog post, music. One of the cool perks about living in New York is that you're exposed to everything. Sometimes, "everything" can be too much, like when you see a shirtless older woman during the Mermaid Parade, but for the most part it's a fun experience. Music definitely falls into that category. While many places are known for one specific genre of music (like how we all expect people in the South to be listening to Country), you'll find everything in New York. You're constantly exposed to different sounds and can truly tailor a "personal style" that you're happy with.
But the whole topic of music sucks as well. It may just be a teenager thing, since teenagers are already horrible people and should be forced to live in solitude until their hormones go away, but I'm not sure. Music seems to have become competition. Rather than acting as something that brings people together, music actually keeps people apart. People seem unable to accept that others have different tastes in music without judging them for it: I know people who flat out dislike someone if they listen to a particular type of music. But why? The whole situation just seems so stupid. As long as you don't shove your taste in music down my throat if I don't like what you like, I'm cool with you listening to whale noises if that's what you're in to. Music is something that's supposed to be fun, not something that you should be judged for. Obviously, if someone has similar tastes in things, you'll probably become friends more easily, but why is it that different tastes justify an intense dislike of a person before you've even gotten to know him/her? I don't know. But it shouldn't be like that.
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
Live from New York...
So I'm basically a celebrity now. Well, kinda. My choir was invited to sing on Saturday Night Live two weeks ago, and my 4-5 seconds of screen times definitely qualifies me as a D-lister at least. It's a rather long story, so I guess I should start at the beginning.
On Monday (the 10th of December--I know, this is very late) I received a call from my choir director at around 9 in the evening, telling me that there was 90% chance that the choir would get to sing back-up for Sir Paul McCartney on SNL. I didn't hesistate to say that I would absolutely love to accompany the choir, even though it meant me missing school that Thursday for a rehearsal (that's a big deal for me--I'm extremely paranoid about always being on top of my work and normally would rather chop my left arm off than miss a day of school).
I then spent the next two days suffering at school, trying to contain my overflowing excitement. I also attempted to brag about my once-in-a-lifetime opportunity without coming off as self-righteous and pompous. I failed, but not because my bragging did in fact make me sound like a self-righteous and pompous jerk, but because I rarely brought it up at all. In fact, it either seemed like I was hiding a deep-dark secret and didn't want anyone knowing about it, or that I didn't care about the amazing opportunity I had been presented with. Either way, the important point to take away is that I clearly wasted the opportunity to become king of the school with everyone worshiping me as their god.
Then, Thursday happened. I went in to school early in the morning to do work and stayed for half of Chemistry before leaving to make it to the Madison Avenue Presbyterian Church to meet up with the choir before we left to go to NBC Studios. (That was a long sentence). I arrived at 9:50 and we were picked up by NBC vans (our own vans!) at 10:30. Here's a photo from the ride:
Top left: Michaela, top right: Bailey, bottom left: Me (look at that beautiful face!), bottom right: Marina
We probably got to NBC at 11 or so. I took some more photos outside:
Left: Julia, middle: Camilla (I didn't know her that well before the whole thing, but now she's pretty much my favorite person ever), right: Marina
When we went inside, we were greeted by a guide. A personal guide. Only for our choir. For the whole day. I felt special. She was super nice but most likely despised us by the end of the day because all we did was bombard her with questions about what it was like to be an intern at SNL. She was really cool in the 4 and a half hours she had to spend with us though.
After waiting in the lobby for 20 minutes to get building passes for the 20-something of us, we were taken up to our holding room (which was Dr. Oz's studio, by the way). We probably spent 70% of our time there (including that Saturday) just rehearsing, talking to each other, playing the waiting game (wouldn't recommend it), or eating food they gave us which our choir director allowed us to have (meaning no cheese because it messes with your voice). We had one dress rehearsal at 12ish, and then we had a rehearsal with Paul McCartney at 1:30 or 2.
Paul McCartney is the coolest dude you will ever meet. Hands down. Not only is he so nice that he came up and talked to the whole choir, but he would also randomly burst out into jam sessions when we weren't rehearsing and jump around the whole stage. I still can't believe that he's 70.
We left NBC Studios at 3:30 but had to return to the Church at 7 to have a rehearsal for a concert (which we were conveniently having the day after our SNL performance). Since that concert isn't interesting at all and didn't make me famous, I won't bore you with it's story, which isn't interesting either.
Friday was drag. Luckily I didn't have that many classes, so I didn't want to shoot myself at the end of the day. Right when school ended, I went home and plowed through a majority of my work for the weekend. I have not been that efficient ever, and I most likely never will be again. I was almost done at 12 but then I got tired and burst into tears when I couldn't complete a math problem (I cry a lot by the way. I could probably list it as a hobby when I apply to college). I did eventually solve it in the morning though. I hope you're proud of me.
When I got to the church at 2:30 the next day, I was handed a new sheet of music by my choir director, Ms. Huff. SNL now wanted us to open the show by singing three verses of "Silent Night", to pay respect to the lives lost in the Newtown shooting the day before. We rehearsed that piece until we were picked up at 3 to go to NBC.
The traffic was terrible, and we didn't get there until 4. And it was raining. Could the day get any worse? You must be thinking, "No, living in the first world is so difficult..." (That was a joke.) Well, you're wrong. When arrived in the holding room and prepared to sit our weary bodies down after 30 minutes of rehearsal and a long car ride, who do you think was sitting in our seats? Broadway children and their parents. Let me just say that Broadway families are 99% of the time the worst people you will ever have to deal with. The parents attempt to live out their unfulfilled hopes and dreams through their spawn, who are conditioned from a young age to always seek the spotlight. Ok. Maybe I'm being a bit dramatic. The Broadway kids were not terrible, but their parents didn't seem too happy to have us there (even though the Broadway kids were only brought in because of a mic malfunction and the SNL people worried they would lose the choir's sound during Paul McCartney's song, and because the SNL people wanted the stage to be full during "Silent Night"). This makes it sound like I hated the presence of the Broadway people, but I promise I did not.
Rehearsal throughout the day went pretty well, except we did have a problem with the Broadway kids. And there was actually a technical reason, it isn't just me complaining: people trained for Broadway's voices are trained differently than people in a choir's. Broadway actors are trained to have their voices stand out, while choirs are trained to have their voices blend into a single unit. Because of this, we didn't mesh well at first. But Ms. Huff is amazing and made it almost impossible for an untrained ear to pick up on any oddities in the singing.
We had a countless number of rehearsals and a lot of downtime mixed in throughout the day, and time just flew by. At one point I thought it was 6 but it was actually 8:30...I was just sad and confused and it was definitely not my shining moment.
I met a lot of famous people. It was cool. I talked to Bobby Moynihan for a while, and I said "cute" when I saw him come out on stage in an elf costume. He was probably my favorite out of all the SNL cast; he talked to everyone in the choir and constantly expressed how happy he was to have us on the show, and how good of a job we were doing. I think that must've been especially exciting for the little kids, who were just thrilled to be talking to a famous person, even thought they most likely had no idea who he was. I also met and talked to Bill Hader for a while and he was super chill and incredibly kind, as well as Vanessa Bayer, Jay Pharoah, Jason Sudeikis. They may not be famous outside the US, but many of them are a pretty big deal in New York.
I also saw Tina Fey. And I don't think you can possibly understand my love for her; I worship her. She is my goddess. I would most likely sacrifice my friends for her if she asked me to. But I didn't talk to her. Not only because she was talking to other people, but also because I was incredibly nervous. I think you would be pretty nervous as well if you were standing just a few feet away from your Lord and Savior. Fortunately she didn't ask me to kill anybody, because that probably would have ruined the show for everyone and would have led to my arrest. But I would have done it anyway. Because she asked.
Ok. Now let's talk about the show.
I can't even describe it. I knew it was a big deal and was excited because of that, but I didn't really feel anything prior to the show. But when we started singing "Silent Night", you could feel the chill in the studio. It was one of the eeriest feelings, yet also one of the most peaceful. It doesn't really make sense, but that's the point. The shooting in Newtown was tragic, and you could feel everyone's hearts leap out of their chest as they instantly started thinking about the events that happened just a day before the show, and people's emotions were still incredibly raw. Yet, on the other hand, you felt a sense of comfort that there was this cold tribute to everyone who had died in the shooting. I think many people were moved by the performance, but it was the least we could do to commemorate all the lives that were lost.
Then, everything switched gears. We had to flip the switch of being somber and straight-faced to appearing energetic and happy in order to say "Live from New York it's Saturday night!" only 3 seconds after we finished singing the tribute. However, the gear-switch wasn't challenging at all, as it's very easy to get excited about having the honor of saying that line, which has been said by some of the most recognizable people in the entertainment industry. After our cue from the director, we belted the line out and quickly scampered from the stage, as Martin Short was going to start in monologue in about 30 seconds.
We had a little bit over an hour to get ready for our song, "Wonderful Christmas Time", with Paul McCartney, so we had plenty of time to get pumped up. We all sat around in circles, conversing with each other and playing hand games we hadn't even thought of since the 5th grade. We were told a number of times by the parent chaperones that we were being too loud, but that didn't stop us. There was nothing anyone could do to kill the excitement in the room.
5 minutes before we went on, we were all filed out of the room and lined up in front of the live studio. They decided to make Sir Paul's final performance part of a skit, so when that started we were brought out on to the actual studio space, which we had pretty much memorized inside an out. We were to just wait and do what we were told until Paul McCartney sang our cue, and we would then file on to the stands by the stage.
When the music started, the room was electric. You just felt energy surge throughout the whole studio. I instantly went from an incredibly calm state to the most excited state of my life. I was incredibly nervous, as I was about to stand just 3 feet away from arguably the biggest music icon, but somehow that nervousness managed to turn itself into an incredible high. It's inexplicable. You just sort of feel like the world is at your fingertips, and nothing can bring you down. When we heard Sir Paul sing "the choir of children sing their song", we dashed on to the stands right in front of him, and the crowd began to roar. That was probably the best feeling of the night. To hear so many people cheer because of something you're a part of, and to know that you're about to contribute to something so special is one of the best things you can ever feel. I embraced that feeling for the entire song, and I honestly think that what I felt in that moment is the best I will feel in my entire life. However, that incredible feeling also led to my dancing like a buffoon, but I'll take it. At the end of the performance, we just stood there, and it was extraordinary. The whole thing just seems like a blur now.
I got home and passed out on my bed. The glamorous life is exhausting.
So that's how I became a celebrity (sort of).
On Monday (the 10th of December--I know, this is very late) I received a call from my choir director at around 9 in the evening, telling me that there was 90% chance that the choir would get to sing back-up for Sir Paul McCartney on SNL. I didn't hesistate to say that I would absolutely love to accompany the choir, even though it meant me missing school that Thursday for a rehearsal (that's a big deal for me--I'm extremely paranoid about always being on top of my work and normally would rather chop my left arm off than miss a day of school).
I then spent the next two days suffering at school, trying to contain my overflowing excitement. I also attempted to brag about my once-in-a-lifetime opportunity without coming off as self-righteous and pompous. I failed, but not because my bragging did in fact make me sound like a self-righteous and pompous jerk, but because I rarely brought it up at all. In fact, it either seemed like I was hiding a deep-dark secret and didn't want anyone knowing about it, or that I didn't care about the amazing opportunity I had been presented with. Either way, the important point to take away is that I clearly wasted the opportunity to become king of the school with everyone worshiping me as their god.
Then, Thursday happened. I went in to school early in the morning to do work and stayed for half of Chemistry before leaving to make it to the Madison Avenue Presbyterian Church to meet up with the choir before we left to go to NBC Studios. (That was a long sentence). I arrived at 9:50 and we were picked up by NBC vans (our own vans!) at 10:30. Here's a photo from the ride:
We probably got to NBC at 11 or so. I took some more photos outside:
When we went inside, we were greeted by a guide. A personal guide. Only for our choir. For the whole day. I felt special. She was super nice but most likely despised us by the end of the day because all we did was bombard her with questions about what it was like to be an intern at SNL. She was really cool in the 4 and a half hours she had to spend with us though.
After waiting in the lobby for 20 minutes to get building passes for the 20-something of us, we were taken up to our holding room (which was Dr. Oz's studio, by the way). We probably spent 70% of our time there (including that Saturday) just rehearsing, talking to each other, playing the waiting game (wouldn't recommend it), or eating food they gave us which our choir director allowed us to have (meaning no cheese because it messes with your voice). We had one dress rehearsal at 12ish, and then we had a rehearsal with Paul McCartney at 1:30 or 2.
Paul McCartney is the coolest dude you will ever meet. Hands down. Not only is he so nice that he came up and talked to the whole choir, but he would also randomly burst out into jam sessions when we weren't rehearsing and jump around the whole stage. I still can't believe that he's 70.
We left NBC Studios at 3:30 but had to return to the Church at 7 to have a rehearsal for a concert (which we were conveniently having the day after our SNL performance). Since that concert isn't interesting at all and didn't make me famous, I won't bore you with it's story, which isn't interesting either.
Friday was drag. Luckily I didn't have that many classes, so I didn't want to shoot myself at the end of the day. Right when school ended, I went home and plowed through a majority of my work for the weekend. I have not been that efficient ever, and I most likely never will be again. I was almost done at 12 but then I got tired and burst into tears when I couldn't complete a math problem (I cry a lot by the way. I could probably list it as a hobby when I apply to college). I did eventually solve it in the morning though. I hope you're proud of me.
When I got to the church at 2:30 the next day, I was handed a new sheet of music by my choir director, Ms. Huff. SNL now wanted us to open the show by singing three verses of "Silent Night", to pay respect to the lives lost in the Newtown shooting the day before. We rehearsed that piece until we were picked up at 3 to go to NBC.
The traffic was terrible, and we didn't get there until 4. And it was raining. Could the day get any worse? You must be thinking, "No, living in the first world is so difficult..." (That was a joke.) Well, you're wrong. When arrived in the holding room and prepared to sit our weary bodies down after 30 minutes of rehearsal and a long car ride, who do you think was sitting in our seats? Broadway children and their parents. Let me just say that Broadway families are 99% of the time the worst people you will ever have to deal with. The parents attempt to live out their unfulfilled hopes and dreams through their spawn, who are conditioned from a young age to always seek the spotlight. Ok. Maybe I'm being a bit dramatic. The Broadway kids were not terrible, but their parents didn't seem too happy to have us there (even though the Broadway kids were only brought in because of a mic malfunction and the SNL people worried they would lose the choir's sound during Paul McCartney's song, and because the SNL people wanted the stage to be full during "Silent Night"). This makes it sound like I hated the presence of the Broadway people, but I promise I did not.
Rehearsal throughout the day went pretty well, except we did have a problem with the Broadway kids. And there was actually a technical reason, it isn't just me complaining: people trained for Broadway's voices are trained differently than people in a choir's. Broadway actors are trained to have their voices stand out, while choirs are trained to have their voices blend into a single unit. Because of this, we didn't mesh well at first. But Ms. Huff is amazing and made it almost impossible for an untrained ear to pick up on any oddities in the singing.
We had a countless number of rehearsals and a lot of downtime mixed in throughout the day, and time just flew by. At one point I thought it was 6 but it was actually 8:30...I was just sad and confused and it was definitely not my shining moment.
I met a lot of famous people. It was cool. I talked to Bobby Moynihan for a while, and I said "cute" when I saw him come out on stage in an elf costume. He was probably my favorite out of all the SNL cast; he talked to everyone in the choir and constantly expressed how happy he was to have us on the show, and how good of a job we were doing. I think that must've been especially exciting for the little kids, who were just thrilled to be talking to a famous person, even thought they most likely had no idea who he was. I also met and talked to Bill Hader for a while and he was super chill and incredibly kind, as well as Vanessa Bayer, Jay Pharoah, Jason Sudeikis. They may not be famous outside the US, but many of them are a pretty big deal in New York.
I also saw Tina Fey. And I don't think you can possibly understand my love for her; I worship her. She is my goddess. I would most likely sacrifice my friends for her if she asked me to. But I didn't talk to her. Not only because she was talking to other people, but also because I was incredibly nervous. I think you would be pretty nervous as well if you were standing just a few feet away from your Lord and Savior. Fortunately she didn't ask me to kill anybody, because that probably would have ruined the show for everyone and would have led to my arrest. But I would have done it anyway. Because she asked.
Ok. Now let's talk about the show.
I can't even describe it. I knew it was a big deal and was excited because of that, but I didn't really feel anything prior to the show. But when we started singing "Silent Night", you could feel the chill in the studio. It was one of the eeriest feelings, yet also one of the most peaceful. It doesn't really make sense, but that's the point. The shooting in Newtown was tragic, and you could feel everyone's hearts leap out of their chest as they instantly started thinking about the events that happened just a day before the show, and people's emotions were still incredibly raw. Yet, on the other hand, you felt a sense of comfort that there was this cold tribute to everyone who had died in the shooting. I think many people were moved by the performance, but it was the least we could do to commemorate all the lives that were lost.
Then, everything switched gears. We had to flip the switch of being somber and straight-faced to appearing energetic and happy in order to say "Live from New York it's Saturday night!" only 3 seconds after we finished singing the tribute. However, the gear-switch wasn't challenging at all, as it's very easy to get excited about having the honor of saying that line, which has been said by some of the most recognizable people in the entertainment industry. After our cue from the director, we belted the line out and quickly scampered from the stage, as Martin Short was going to start in monologue in about 30 seconds.
We had a little bit over an hour to get ready for our song, "Wonderful Christmas Time", with Paul McCartney, so we had plenty of time to get pumped up. We all sat around in circles, conversing with each other and playing hand games we hadn't even thought of since the 5th grade. We were told a number of times by the parent chaperones that we were being too loud, but that didn't stop us. There was nothing anyone could do to kill the excitement in the room.
5 minutes before we went on, we were all filed out of the room and lined up in front of the live studio. They decided to make Sir Paul's final performance part of a skit, so when that started we were brought out on to the actual studio space, which we had pretty much memorized inside an out. We were to just wait and do what we were told until Paul McCartney sang our cue, and we would then file on to the stands by the stage.
When the music started, the room was electric. You just felt energy surge throughout the whole studio. I instantly went from an incredibly calm state to the most excited state of my life. I was incredibly nervous, as I was about to stand just 3 feet away from arguably the biggest music icon, but somehow that nervousness managed to turn itself into an incredible high. It's inexplicable. You just sort of feel like the world is at your fingertips, and nothing can bring you down. When we heard Sir Paul sing "the choir of children sing their song", we dashed on to the stands right in front of him, and the crowd began to roar. That was probably the best feeling of the night. To hear so many people cheer because of something you're a part of, and to know that you're about to contribute to something so special is one of the best things you can ever feel. I embraced that feeling for the entire song, and I honestly think that what I felt in that moment is the best I will feel in my entire life. However, that incredible feeling also led to my dancing like a buffoon, but I'll take it. At the end of the performance, we just stood there, and it was extraordinary. The whole thing just seems like a blur now.
I got home and passed out on my bed. The glamorous life is exhausting.
So that's how I became a celebrity (sort of).
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Merry Christmas from New York
Merry Christmas everyone!
I have to say Christmas in New York is pretty exciting. Being the commercial center of the world, New York goes hard when it comes to Christmas. Streets are decorated with snowflakes larger than people, lights are everywhere, and a giant tree is put up in Rockefeller Center. We're criticized for taking the Jesus out of Christmas, but I honestly think that everyone of any religious denomination should be able to take part in it. It's just an all around nice time of the year, and if everyone can be a little bit nicer even for a short span of time, why not let everyone enjoy it? Also, I think Christ was really taken out of Christmas a long time ago when gift-giving became the main point of the holiday. I mean honestly, whose first thought about Christmas is Jesus? Nobody. And you know that's true.
I spent the day with my dad and grandmother, and in the afternoon/evening we drove up to see family friends. At dinner I was seated at a side table with two dudes aged 19 and 21. The conversation was sufficiently awkward, and I unsuccessfully tried to salvage it multiple times. Other than that, event was pretty fun, and it was nice when the crowd thinned out and the only people left were those I had known beforehand. Conversation got a lot easier at that point.
Other than that, there really is not that much for me to talk about. Emma's party was fun, but it's not something that I could easily talk about, as no one would care and there was just a lot that occurred that's not interesting to put into words. I did not take any pictures because of that. Sorry. I do, however, have some photos of Christmas cookies my grandmother made, and I will upload them later.
Again, I hope you had a great Christmas! Or if you're not religious, happy Tuesday!
I have to say Christmas in New York is pretty exciting. Being the commercial center of the world, New York goes hard when it comes to Christmas. Streets are decorated with snowflakes larger than people, lights are everywhere, and a giant tree is put up in Rockefeller Center. We're criticized for taking the Jesus out of Christmas, but I honestly think that everyone of any religious denomination should be able to take part in it. It's just an all around nice time of the year, and if everyone can be a little bit nicer even for a short span of time, why not let everyone enjoy it? Also, I think Christ was really taken out of Christmas a long time ago when gift-giving became the main point of the holiday. I mean honestly, whose first thought about Christmas is Jesus? Nobody. And you know that's true.
I spent the day with my dad and grandmother, and in the afternoon/evening we drove up to see family friends. At dinner I was seated at a side table with two dudes aged 19 and 21. The conversation was sufficiently awkward, and I unsuccessfully tried to salvage it multiple times. Other than that, event was pretty fun, and it was nice when the crowd thinned out and the only people left were those I had known beforehand. Conversation got a lot easier at that point.
Other than that, there really is not that much for me to talk about. Emma's party was fun, but it's not something that I could easily talk about, as no one would care and there was just a lot that occurred that's not interesting to put into words. I did not take any pictures because of that. Sorry. I do, however, have some photos of Christmas cookies my grandmother made, and I will upload them later.
Again, I hope you had a great Christmas! Or if you're not religious, happy Tuesday!
Saturday, December 22, 2012
Kaitlyn's Birthday Party
So today was my friend Kaitlyn's birthday party. I was clearly not able to come up with a more creative opening sentence.
I actually almost did not end up attending the party, as I've been sick with The Plague (not to be dramatic) for the past few days, at one point thinking I was going to die after tearing down my father's shower curtains before fainting in the tub. Luckily, today I only had a mild cough and figured I could attend the party without being scorned for the possibility of me infecting everybody there. However, I was criticized by one friend for not buying a present until last minute; but I have several reasonable excuses: I have been incredibly busy over the past week (which will be explained in a later post), and my ailment has prevented me from having the energy to leave the house to purchase a gift.
Since I always feel the need to tell all aspects of a story even though they are not important, I will highlight them as quickly as possible. My friend Marina and I bought our gifts for Kaitlyn at Barnes and Noble, which basically has everything a teenager will ever need. We later met up with our friends Emma and Yashar at Grand Central Terminal and took a train up to our friend Kaitlyn's house in Bronxville (which, by the way, is not at all similar to the common misconception of what "The Bronx" is like), which is about 20-30 minutes away. Her mom then picked us up from the nearest train station and drove us to Kaitlyn's house (side note-- Kaitlyn's parents are godsends. Our friend group consists of the most annoying people when we get excited, and yet her parents still always drive us home and put up with us with a smile, rather than killing all of us and making their lives much easier). Kaitlyn's birthday dinner was being assembled when we arrived at her house, so we passed the time by sitting in her massage chair and dancing embarrassingly to music. I now realize that some pictures probably would have been nice, but whatever.
Then, dinner. Now, let me tell you that Kaitlyn's father just so happens to be a teacher at the Culinary Institute of America. Let's just say the man can cook, very well. (I remember forcing Kaitlyn to share her lunch with me in 6th grade when I knew her father had cooked it--but you can't judge me for that; everybody sucks in 6th grade...) We were treated to an amazing Mexican-themed dinner with an ice cream cake afterwards. Yum. (Again, I now realize photos would have been nice, and I will prevent this issue in the future, I promise! I have Emma's party to attend tomorrow so I will surely remember to document that on camera). After that we left the table and proceeded to Kaitlyn's room, where all we really did was trap Marina in the closet, which she emerged from sporting an outfit constructed almost entirely of scarves.
Then, the party came to a quick end. Emma, who seemed to be fine throughout the entire party, suddenly had a serious allergic reaction to all the hair from Kaitlyn's dogs (Kaitlyn's room is apparently a hub for dog activity). Although Emma did not have to go to the hospital, her reaction ended the party as she had to be driven home, meaning we were all driven home. Curse her biological make-up!
At least the party ending early allowed me to have enough time to write this, so one good thing came out of the unfortunate end to the evening. Is that self-absorbed of me to say?
Fin.
I actually almost did not end up attending the party, as I've been sick with The Plague (not to be dramatic) for the past few days, at one point thinking I was going to die after tearing down my father's shower curtains before fainting in the tub. Luckily, today I only had a mild cough and figured I could attend the party without being scorned for the possibility of me infecting everybody there. However, I was criticized by one friend for not buying a present until last minute; but I have several reasonable excuses: I have been incredibly busy over the past week (which will be explained in a later post), and my ailment has prevented me from having the energy to leave the house to purchase a gift.
Since I always feel the need to tell all aspects of a story even though they are not important, I will highlight them as quickly as possible. My friend Marina and I bought our gifts for Kaitlyn at Barnes and Noble, which basically has everything a teenager will ever need. We later met up with our friends Emma and Yashar at Grand Central Terminal and took a train up to our friend Kaitlyn's house in Bronxville (which, by the way, is not at all similar to the common misconception of what "The Bronx" is like), which is about 20-30 minutes away. Her mom then picked us up from the nearest train station and drove us to Kaitlyn's house (side note-- Kaitlyn's parents are godsends. Our friend group consists of the most annoying people when we get excited, and yet her parents still always drive us home and put up with us with a smile, rather than killing all of us and making their lives much easier). Kaitlyn's birthday dinner was being assembled when we arrived at her house, so we passed the time by sitting in her massage chair and dancing embarrassingly to music. I now realize that some pictures probably would have been nice, but whatever.
Then, dinner. Now, let me tell you that Kaitlyn's father just so happens to be a teacher at the Culinary Institute of America. Let's just say the man can cook, very well. (I remember forcing Kaitlyn to share her lunch with me in 6th grade when I knew her father had cooked it--but you can't judge me for that; everybody sucks in 6th grade...) We were treated to an amazing Mexican-themed dinner with an ice cream cake afterwards. Yum. (Again, I now realize photos would have been nice, and I will prevent this issue in the future, I promise! I have Emma's party to attend tomorrow so I will surely remember to document that on camera). After that we left the table and proceeded to Kaitlyn's room, where all we really did was trap Marina in the closet, which she emerged from sporting an outfit constructed almost entirely of scarves.
Then, the party came to a quick end. Emma, who seemed to be fine throughout the entire party, suddenly had a serious allergic reaction to all the hair from Kaitlyn's dogs (Kaitlyn's room is apparently a hub for dog activity). Although Emma did not have to go to the hospital, her reaction ended the party as she had to be driven home, meaning we were all driven home. Curse her biological make-up!
At least the party ending early allowed me to have enough time to write this, so one good thing came out of the unfortunate end to the evening. Is that self-absorbed of me to say?
Fin.
Monday, December 10, 2012
Practical Uses of Purell
Anyway, in order to temporarily quench your thirst for stories of my incredibly interesting life intertwined with witty and sarcastic commentary, here's a video of students in my Chemistry class lighting their hands on fire:
I like to think that I'm funny.
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