One by one, I am slowly checking off goals on my bucket list. On of those goals is to make an album of myself singing. Now, I'm not going to make it yet because my voice has not fully matured, and quite frankly, I don't think I sound that great. BUT, the important news is, I have discovered how to go about doing it. I am so proud of myself! This took many steps to figure out. After many hours of messing around, downloading songs, converting files, and practicing, this is what I've come up with. I hope you enjoy! :)
P.S. I don't know who the man is; it was just the only good karaoke version with the male part that I could find on YouTube.
P.S.S. I am in no way in love with my old roommates or any other female. I just thought this put a funny twist on the song (and I also didn't have much of a picture selection).
AND... for kicks and giggles, I also recorded my remix of "Love Story," tribute to Mr. Chad Young. I put the recording over the original video, so at some parts you can hear two of me singing :)
The piano and I have a love-hate relationship. For the past 3 years, our relationship has consisted of hymns, and only of hymns. This is partly due to the fact that I was called as organist for a year and then was the ward music director for almost another year. This is also due to the fact that after I graduated from high school, I abandoned the piano.
Every once in a while throughout my college years, I would have a melancholy night where I would sneak down to the piano room and express my feelings--in songs other than hymns. However, my repertoire consisted of mainly two songs: Clair de Lune (and only parts of it), and Only Hope (from A Walk to Remember). Every so often I would throw in "The Office" theme song. These little rendezvous were so inconsistent that I couldn't possibly improve upon my piano.
Once I moved home, though, things began to change. I discovered that I had more time and that I tended to get bored and melancholy more often. This is when I discovered the sheet music to David Lanz's "Cristofori's Dream." It's a beautiful song. I highly recommend you listen to it...RIGHT NOW.
As you can tell, it has a melancholy mood to it. While listening to David Lanz's songs in the past, this one always gave me a weird feeling. It's beautiful, yes. But it's sad. Now, as we are reunited together on the piano, I have a tender kinship with it. When I get in one of my moods or am simply longing to express something, I pull this piece out and viola! Instant magic. I feel like a piece of me is found again.
The piano and I no longer hate each other. We are becoming better acquainted through this song, Clair de Lune, The Luckiest (Ben Folds), and Only Hope. The piano is patient with me as I slowly stumble through some parts of these songs, or completely skip other parts. It encourages me along when I get frustrated. And each time I play the piano, I feel myself slowly getting better and making improvements. Finally, I have a friend who I can show my real emotions to and not be criticized or judged. It's just simple beauty when we get together. And for that, I am grateful.
People can't park. It's a fact of life. And I just have one question? WHY?!
I am a pro parker. Seriously. Every time I get out of the car and look at my parking job, I am filled with a deep sense of pride (sad, I know, that this is what brings satisfaction to my life). But I look at my car perfectly straight between the two lines with plenty of room on both sides. And the fact of the matter is, I do it without even thinking about it! It's just second nature to me. So why can't others park? Is it really that hard to slightly turn right before you turn left into that covetous parking space you so desire?
What brings this rather pet-peeved post about is TWICE this week I have hit into others' cars upon opening my door because they are morons (forgive my strong language) and parked on the line. And as I hit both cars, I did not feel sorry, but rather, I thought to myself "They deserve a scratch if they can't give me enough room to get out of my car when I'm perfectly in my space." Is that wrong? Am I a horrible person?
And what's even worse, whenever I see bad parkers, I blame it on girls. Living at Kensington has taught me that only about 15% of girls really know how to park. It's sad. And the managers complained about it too. They couldn't understand why it was so hard for the girls to park either.
So, I propose a proposition. Those of you who suck at parking, go out and practice until you get it right! Then you will save yourselves from scratches on your vehicles, and you will make the rest of us happy :)
