Song: Cross My Heart
Artist: The Rocket Summer
MUSIC
It's a beautiful thing. It's one of my passions. Which is a strange thing to say when you consider that I don't play a single instrument, I can't read a lick of music, and the closest i've come to performing was a community theatre production of The Wizard of Oz when I was in 5th grade. But if you've been in the same room as me for more than 20 minutes, you've probably heard me sing or hum or whistle.
My sister Kristi once taught me and my friend the cure for the blues pretty early in my high school career. She said that when you need to be, to just exist and think, this is what you do. And the first step is optional depending on if you feel like spending money. But here it is.
Step 1: Go to McDonalds and purchase ice cream.
Step 2: Roll the windows down in your car.
Step 3: Turn up your music.
Step 4: Drive.
I never forgot that lesson. My favorite place on earth to follow those steps is in Logan, taking the long way home along 1st Dam from the Lundstrom Park area to Cliffside.
If you want to know the quantity of music in my life, here you go. You can even ask my roommates. If i'm doing the dishes: there's music. If i'm waiting for water to boil: music. What does my alarm clock do to wake me up in the morning? Plays music. It is constant. If i've ever posted something you don't quite understand or doesn't seem applicable on Facebook or Twitter, it's more than likely lyrics to whatever song i'm listening to at the moment. Where does the name of my blog come from? Lyrics from a song. What does every single one of my blog posts contain? Each title is from a song, and there's usually a link so you can listen to it. What is taking up half of one of the two drawers I have? Band t-shirts. I've made it a point to get a t-shirt at every concert I go to. What do I write at the bottom of every entry in my journal? The name of my favorite song for that day.
It's gotten to the point that I sometimes don't even realize that i'm doing these things.
Yesterday when I was riding the elevator up to my apartment, I noticed the other two girls in the elevator were kind of shooting me confused looks and that's when I realized I was singing out loud.
Last week one of my roommates said she thought she recognized "that song." I said "What song?" She said "The one you're humming."
I can't tell you how many times i'll be having a conversation with someone and i'll pause and say, "That reminds me of a song." Needless to say, music is a fairly prominent part of my life.
I once had an experience with music that was the closest i've ever felt to transcendent. I won't attempt to describe it because I honestly know that the inadequacy of my words compared to what was felt would be disgraceful. I legitimately do not think the words exist in the English language to be able to adequately portray the experience. I think the friend that was with me will be the only human being i'll ever be able to try and discuss it with. There is one song in particular from that experience that I still can't bring myself to listen to. That is undeniably the most infinite moment that music has ever brought to my life.
The funny thing about music is that it can help you feel so many things. And I choose my words carefully because I don't think music is forceful. Powerful, yes. But not forceful. It can't MAKE you feel anything, it can only amplify what is already in you.
I don't think "that one song" that reminds you of your high school prom MAKES you nostalgic or teary-eyed, it's just a pathway for those memories to flow through. And I don't think my favorite hymn is in and of itself a monolith of spirituality, but what it directs my thoughts and feelings towards, that is what makes it so powerful.
Don't get me wrong, I realize that not all music is rainbows and butterflies. I think music is one of the most powerful influences in existence, for both good and bad, but that's all it is. An influence. Individuals are still responsible for their actions. And to go one step further, we are responsible for what we let influence us. If I don't like the direction a song is directing me , I am fully capable of using the on/off switch or clicking fast forward to the next song. Don't praise the music for the good, don't blame it for the bad. It's still people making choices when it comes down to it.
That felt a little soapbox-y. Sorry.
The reason I started writing this post in the first place is that one of my favorite songs of all time came on shuffle. (Don't you love when that happens? It's like iTunes is giving you a hi-five.) And now that i'm to this point in the post, I realize that i'm going to need more than one post if I want to truly chronicle everything I feel about music. So i'll cut to the chase here of why I started this one.
The title-song for this post, as mentioned above, is Cross My Heart by a band named The Rocket Summer. I could do an entire post on TRS itself, and come to think of it, I never did write about that concert back in September. I'll save that one for another day though. Anyways, this song is just...amazing to me. The Rocket Summer is one of those bands that is definitely not for everyone. His voice is quite unique and i'll even admit that the first time I heard one of his songs, I was not a fan. I thought his voice was annoying and not that good. And even now i'll admit that he probably is not the most technically sound singer, but I choose to look past that. So many of his songs are just chock full of incredible lyrics. And the story behind his band is just so great if you ask me.
Okay i'm sorry, i'm getting carried away. Back to the point.
Cross My Heart is one of those songs that I could listen to 30 times in a row and never get tired of it. I know this for a fact because after I went to his concert, I did just that. Probably more than 30 actually. Something about the rhythm and how ridiculously upbeat it is and how honest the words are and how intimate the sound is and the way it builds from the simple strums at the beginning to the full blown "If I listen to this song anywhere but my locked bedroom or my car, people will think i'm insane because of how I dance and scream along to the lyrics." and then back to the softer but still upbeat bridge-thing (I don't know what it actually is called). I don't know. It's just one of those songs that I think could help me smile no matter what kind of day i'm having.
And my point in writing this post is to ask: do you guys have a song like that for you? If so, I want to know what it is. Comment or write your own post and tell me what song is your Happy Song. When did you first hear it? What memories are tied to it that make it so great for you? What's your favorite line? Tell me YOUR story :)
"After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music." -Aldous Huxley
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Monday, January 30, 2012
The Only Way To Really Know Is To Really Let It Go
Song: Maybe
Artist: Ingrid Michaelson
(I warned you I was on an IM kick. Which i'm totally fine with because she is AMAZING.)
Do you ever sometimes wonder what kind of conversations you could have with random strangers? Maybe i'm weird, but I think these sorts of things ALL the time.
Think about the last really good, thoughtful, meaningful conversation you had with someone. When I was at SUU this fall, I was lucky enough to have these kinds of conversations almost daily. I had some of the best chats of my life with the friends I made down there. I clicked with a few people there in a way I never had before. Let's just say I haven't had many 5-hour talks about a single subject with too many people. And that's what I miss dearly. Just talking to people.
Well, sometimes I think about the fact that before I talked to those people, I didn't even know they existed. They went to their own high schools, had their own families, did their own things. Yet when the time came for us to sit and chat, there was so much to talk about. Even though I literally had never even heard their name just a few days or weeks or months earlier, there we were. Sitting in the honors common room, or the dining hall, or the balcony, or the grass on campus, or a random bench, or the student center, or all around town, or the picnic tables outside the dorm, or a curb, or a couch, just where the heck ever. And two individuals who had only known each other for a matter of weeks could sit and discuss things for hours. How amazing is that? Sometimes, I love being a human.
Since I ride the bus to and from work, I have a lot of encounters with strangers and time to think. I mean, I also work at Disneyland where I run into at least 20,000 new faces every day, but most of those are just in passing. But at the bus stop, on the bus, walking to and fro...the bus is different I think.
I see these people for the first time ever, and then sit next to them for 5 or 10 minutes and most the time we never exchange a word. But sometimes I think about all those other people at SUU who used to be strangers. Until we talked. And I think that maybe someone who could be my best friend is sitting a bench away from me at the bus stop, but we'd never know because we never talk. Maybe that guy my age sitting by himself could make me really happy. And I could make him happy. But we'd never know.
And maybe I don't even have to have a relationship with these people to benefit from talking to them. Maybe the crazy homeless guy in the powerchair who blasts music and shows up at the same bus stop every night has great stories to tell, and I could learn the importance of education or something. But I won't know because I dismiss him as the crazy homeless guy in the powerchair. And maybe the bus driver has a kid at home whose birthday party he's missing because he has to work that night, and I could learn about sacrifice. Or maybe the guy standing and holding onto the rail is going to his first job interview, hoping that this will be his big break, and I could be excited for him. There are just so many possibilities. And i'd never know the truth behind any of these stranger's faces because I never open my mouth. Instead, I stare out the window or check Twitter for the fifth time in 10 minutes. And i'm not saying I need to become best friends with every person I ever see. It's just interesting to think about. Why is it that I am willing to open up and have people open up to me at school, but not on the bus? I understand that there's this thing called privacy and I shouldn't walk around wearing a shirt that tells my life story. But it's still intriguing to think about. At least to me.
I've heard people say that if you can love someone, that's all they ever really need from you. But I think the most important thing you can ever give someone is a chance. A chance to hear what they have to say. Because if you think about it...
You never really know anyone, until you do.
"A ship in harbor is safe - but that is not what ships are for." -John A. Shedd
Artist: Ingrid Michaelson
(I warned you I was on an IM kick. Which i'm totally fine with because she is AMAZING.)
Do you ever sometimes wonder what kind of conversations you could have with random strangers? Maybe i'm weird, but I think these sorts of things ALL the time.
Think about the last really good, thoughtful, meaningful conversation you had with someone. When I was at SUU this fall, I was lucky enough to have these kinds of conversations almost daily. I had some of the best chats of my life with the friends I made down there. I clicked with a few people there in a way I never had before. Let's just say I haven't had many 5-hour talks about a single subject with too many people. And that's what I miss dearly. Just talking to people.
Well, sometimes I think about the fact that before I talked to those people, I didn't even know they existed. They went to their own high schools, had their own families, did their own things. Yet when the time came for us to sit and chat, there was so much to talk about. Even though I literally had never even heard their name just a few days or weeks or months earlier, there we were. Sitting in the honors common room, or the dining hall, or the balcony, or the grass on campus, or a random bench, or the student center, or all around town, or the picnic tables outside the dorm, or a curb, or a couch, just where the heck ever. And two individuals who had only known each other for a matter of weeks could sit and discuss things for hours. How amazing is that? Sometimes, I love being a human.
Since I ride the bus to and from work, I have a lot of encounters with strangers and time to think. I mean, I also work at Disneyland where I run into at least 20,000 new faces every day, but most of those are just in passing. But at the bus stop, on the bus, walking to and fro...the bus is different I think.
I see these people for the first time ever, and then sit next to them for 5 or 10 minutes and most the time we never exchange a word. But sometimes I think about all those other people at SUU who used to be strangers. Until we talked. And I think that maybe someone who could be my best friend is sitting a bench away from me at the bus stop, but we'd never know because we never talk. Maybe that guy my age sitting by himself could make me really happy. And I could make him happy. But we'd never know.
And maybe I don't even have to have a relationship with these people to benefit from talking to them. Maybe the crazy homeless guy in the powerchair who blasts music and shows up at the same bus stop every night has great stories to tell, and I could learn the importance of education or something. But I won't know because I dismiss him as the crazy homeless guy in the powerchair. And maybe the bus driver has a kid at home whose birthday party he's missing because he has to work that night, and I could learn about sacrifice. Or maybe the guy standing and holding onto the rail is going to his first job interview, hoping that this will be his big break, and I could be excited for him. There are just so many possibilities. And i'd never know the truth behind any of these stranger's faces because I never open my mouth. Instead, I stare out the window or check Twitter for the fifth time in 10 minutes. And i'm not saying I need to become best friends with every person I ever see. It's just interesting to think about. Why is it that I am willing to open up and have people open up to me at school, but not on the bus? I understand that there's this thing called privacy and I shouldn't walk around wearing a shirt that tells my life story. But it's still intriguing to think about. At least to me.
I've heard people say that if you can love someone, that's all they ever really need from you. But I think the most important thing you can ever give someone is a chance. A chance to hear what they have to say. Because if you think about it...
You never really know anyone, until you do.
"A ship in harbor is safe - but that is not what ships are for." -John A. Shedd
Sort Of
Song: Sort Of
Artist: Ingrid Michaelson (I've been on a huge IM kick lately. Her lyrics are so real its unreal.)
Hello friends :)
So I guess this is why I never had a ChiaPet. Or a real pet for that matter. And why I'm only on page 53 of my spanish copy of the Book of Mormon which I began in August. And why it took me two and a half years to finish one journal. I am just not all that consistent.
BUT
I'm turning over a new leaf. I've recently discovered how amazing blogs can be. I never thought i'd say that. But being able to sit on my couch in California and read about my friend in Utah or my cousins in Oklahoma has made me realize that they can be a really good way to stay in touch.
So, I want to try and start updating this thing more regularly. However, I want it to be something that you guys want to read. I don't want to just type words that will sit on the internet for nothing. I want to know what interests you guys!
With that being said, i'm going to have to ask a favor. I need you guys to comment and tell me what you like to read. It could be "Missy, I love you, but I hate when you talk about work all the time. Tell me more about living in California!" or "Hey, it's great that you live in a high-rise apartment, but I want random Disney facts!" or "Tell me a joke." or "Tell us a story about when you were 13."
I will write about whatever you guys request. So PLEASE, tell me what you want!
*cue Spice Girls song*
"I could never convince the financiers that Disneyland was feasible, because dreams offer too little collateral." - Walt Disney
Artist: Ingrid Michaelson (I've been on a huge IM kick lately. Her lyrics are so real its unreal.)
Hello friends :)
So I guess this is why I never had a ChiaPet. Or a real pet for that matter. And why I'm only on page 53 of my spanish copy of the Book of Mormon which I began in August. And why it took me two and a half years to finish one journal. I am just not all that consistent.
BUT
I'm turning over a new leaf. I've recently discovered how amazing blogs can be. I never thought i'd say that. But being able to sit on my couch in California and read about my friend in Utah or my cousins in Oklahoma has made me realize that they can be a really good way to stay in touch.
So, I want to try and start updating this thing more regularly. However, I want it to be something that you guys want to read. I don't want to just type words that will sit on the internet for nothing. I want to know what interests you guys!
With that being said, i'm going to have to ask a favor. I need you guys to comment and tell me what you like to read. It could be "Missy, I love you, but I hate when you talk about work all the time. Tell me more about living in California!" or "Hey, it's great that you live in a high-rise apartment, but I want random Disney facts!" or "Tell me a joke." or "Tell us a story about when you were 13."
I will write about whatever you guys request. So PLEASE, tell me what you want!
*cue Spice Girls song*
"I could never convince the financiers that Disneyland was feasible, because dreams offer too little collateral." - Walt Disney
Saturday, January 28, 2012
That's What You Get For Sticking Out Your Neck
The title is from a song called Giraffe by a band called Miniature Tigers. Very clever if you ask me.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7O9EyyOXljw
So I guess sometimes when people have a blog, they do things like update it regularly. Obviously, I am not one of those people. Maybe I need to feed my blog Activia so it can become more regular, but that just sounds like a sticky mess all around. So I probably won't do that. Sorry if anyone was looking forward to that. With all that being said, I don't feel like anyone was really missing my blog since I don't really have a theme for my posts and most of them are way too long to be entirely read. Anyways, let's get on with this.
I currently do and for the next 8 months will live in a state called California and work for a company called Walt Disney at a park called Disneyland. You may have heard some of these names. It seems like whenever I mention any of these details to people back home they usually say one of two things.
1 - "Wow! You're so brave. 8 months is a long time. Are you gonna be Mickey Mouse or something?"
2 - "So can you get me a discount? Hahaha just kidding...but kind of not kidding."
Which i'm fine with. If I had a friend or family member who worked at Disneyland, i'd probably try and get some benefits out of them too. I understand. Here's the only problem. I'm not Mickey Mouse. And half the people who want me to get them in for free, probably had no intentions of acknowledging my existence once I passed the state line until they knew there could be something in it for them.
I'm a custodian. I sweep the grounds, pick up trash, take out trash, clean up vomit and other messes, and many many things that are far less glamorous than being Mickey Mouse. And at first, I was not too excited about this. I didn't even get a cool themed costume like the space-looking outfits for folks in Tomorrowland, or the Indiana Jones-like outfits for Adventureland. I got a white shirt, white pants, a crimson belt and pouch, and all black shoes. I look like a marshmallow. And for the first day, I was almost ashamed or embarrassed. I thought, "No one would ever want this job. I don't even get paid that much, I have to work weekends, and the shifts are at crazy times of the night half the time." And don't even get me started on how much my feet hurt at the end of the 8 hour shifts of constant walking or standing. I was thinking that it would be a looooooooong 8 months. But then one little thing happened.
One of the days of on-the-job training, we were sent out to Main Street to do "guest interaction", basically just make someone's day a little better by taking a picture for them so the whole family could be in the shot, give a little kid a sticker, go pin trading, help someone find directions or give them a map, etc... Just go be a helpful resource, ya know? So we go out, and it was my first time in costume, with my name tag, out in the park. It was kind of one of those surreal moments. It was neat. So I pin traded with a couple people, took a bunch of pictures for people in front of the Castle, picked up some napkins that had blown away from some folks. It wasn't miserable, but I didn't think it was all that magical either. Until one I spotted one little girl.
At the time, there were a lot of people sitting and waiting for the parade to start. It was toward the end of the day, and a lot of kids were tired and sleeping on their dad's lap or in the stroller. Well, one specific little girl wearing a yellow dress just like Belle from Beauty and the Beast caught my eye. I hadn't given out any stickers yet, so I figured this was a good time to do it. As I was walking over, I noticed that her head was kind of in her hands, bowed down a little. I couldn't tell if she was tired or crying or what, but I had already started walking over there and I didn't want to be weird, so I just kept going. I knelt down on the street to get down to her eye level, and just started talking to her. I told her that her Belle dress looked great and asked if she was excited to see Belle in the parade, and when she looked up, I thought my heart was going to melt right out of my chest. This girl had the biggest alligator tears running down her cheeks. It was heartbreaking. But she looked up and she nodded and said Belle was her favorite. So I kept talking to her and she kept nodding while the tears were just streaming down her cheeks. Finally, I asked if maybe a sticker would help the wait for the parade go by a little bit faster. And i'll tell you what folks, in that moment, I understood why people are willing to go through all the sweeping and garbage and messes and marshmallow looking outfits. I have never seen someone's face light up so fast as when I told that little girl she could have a sticker. Just one little sticker turned her whole situation around. She was smiling instead of crying, laughing at my dumb joke about Goofy being goofy, and most importantly, I could see her parents smiling out of the corner of my eye.
That's the magic of Disney, folks. It's not in an overpriced corn dog or a hundred princess themed movies. It's seeing a little kid smile, and seeing how happy it makes the parents to see their kids smile. Maybe i'm still just a rookie and the magic will disappear after a few more months of Code V's and aching feet. But in that moment of giving that little girl one simple sticker, it sure didn't feel to me like it would be wearing off any time soon. And to me, that's even better than being Mickey Mouse because I got to talk to them and show interest and truly interact. Plus I hear those character costumes weigh a ton and are super hot.
So, next time you hear of someone who works for Disney, instead of asking if they are Mickey Mouse or if they can get you in free, ask them when they saw the magic. I bet you'll get a kick out of watching their faces light up too :)
"I only hope that we never lose sight of one thing. That it was all started by a mouse." - Walt Disney
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7O9EyyOXljw
So I guess sometimes when people have a blog, they do things like update it regularly. Obviously, I am not one of those people. Maybe I need to feed my blog Activia so it can become more regular, but that just sounds like a sticky mess all around. So I probably won't do that. Sorry if anyone was looking forward to that. With all that being said, I don't feel like anyone was really missing my blog since I don't really have a theme for my posts and most of them are way too long to be entirely read. Anyways, let's get on with this.
I currently do and for the next 8 months will live in a state called California and work for a company called Walt Disney at a park called Disneyland. You may have heard some of these names. It seems like whenever I mention any of these details to people back home they usually say one of two things.
1 - "Wow! You're so brave. 8 months is a long time. Are you gonna be Mickey Mouse or something?"
2 - "So can you get me a discount? Hahaha just kidding...but kind of not kidding."
Which i'm fine with. If I had a friend or family member who worked at Disneyland, i'd probably try and get some benefits out of them too. I understand. Here's the only problem. I'm not Mickey Mouse. And half the people who want me to get them in for free, probably had no intentions of acknowledging my existence once I passed the state line until they knew there could be something in it for them.
I'm a custodian. I sweep the grounds, pick up trash, take out trash, clean up vomit and other messes, and many many things that are far less glamorous than being Mickey Mouse. And at first, I was not too excited about this. I didn't even get a cool themed costume like the space-looking outfits for folks in Tomorrowland, or the Indiana Jones-like outfits for Adventureland. I got a white shirt, white pants, a crimson belt and pouch, and all black shoes. I look like a marshmallow. And for the first day, I was almost ashamed or embarrassed. I thought, "No one would ever want this job. I don't even get paid that much, I have to work weekends, and the shifts are at crazy times of the night half the time." And don't even get me started on how much my feet hurt at the end of the 8 hour shifts of constant walking or standing. I was thinking that it would be a looooooooong 8 months. But then one little thing happened.
One of the days of on-the-job training, we were sent out to Main Street to do "guest interaction", basically just make someone's day a little better by taking a picture for them so the whole family could be in the shot, give a little kid a sticker, go pin trading, help someone find directions or give them a map, etc... Just go be a helpful resource, ya know? So we go out, and it was my first time in costume, with my name tag, out in the park. It was kind of one of those surreal moments. It was neat. So I pin traded with a couple people, took a bunch of pictures for people in front of the Castle, picked up some napkins that had blown away from some folks. It wasn't miserable, but I didn't think it was all that magical either. Until one I spotted one little girl.
At the time, there were a lot of people sitting and waiting for the parade to start. It was toward the end of the day, and a lot of kids were tired and sleeping on their dad's lap or in the stroller. Well, one specific little girl wearing a yellow dress just like Belle from Beauty and the Beast caught my eye. I hadn't given out any stickers yet, so I figured this was a good time to do it. As I was walking over, I noticed that her head was kind of in her hands, bowed down a little. I couldn't tell if she was tired or crying or what, but I had already started walking over there and I didn't want to be weird, so I just kept going. I knelt down on the street to get down to her eye level, and just started talking to her. I told her that her Belle dress looked great and asked if she was excited to see Belle in the parade, and when she looked up, I thought my heart was going to melt right out of my chest. This girl had the biggest alligator tears running down her cheeks. It was heartbreaking. But she looked up and she nodded and said Belle was her favorite. So I kept talking to her and she kept nodding while the tears were just streaming down her cheeks. Finally, I asked if maybe a sticker would help the wait for the parade go by a little bit faster. And i'll tell you what folks, in that moment, I understood why people are willing to go through all the sweeping and garbage and messes and marshmallow looking outfits. I have never seen someone's face light up so fast as when I told that little girl she could have a sticker. Just one little sticker turned her whole situation around. She was smiling instead of crying, laughing at my dumb joke about Goofy being goofy, and most importantly, I could see her parents smiling out of the corner of my eye.
That's the magic of Disney, folks. It's not in an overpriced corn dog or a hundred princess themed movies. It's seeing a little kid smile, and seeing how happy it makes the parents to see their kids smile. Maybe i'm still just a rookie and the magic will disappear after a few more months of Code V's and aching feet. But in that moment of giving that little girl one simple sticker, it sure didn't feel to me like it would be wearing off any time soon. And to me, that's even better than being Mickey Mouse because I got to talk to them and show interest and truly interact. Plus I hear those character costumes weigh a ton and are super hot.
So, next time you hear of someone who works for Disney, instead of asking if they are Mickey Mouse or if they can get you in free, ask them when they saw the magic. I bet you'll get a kick out of watching their faces light up too :)
"I only hope that we never lose sight of one thing. That it was all started by a mouse." - Walt Disney
Friday, December 9, 2011
There Are Miracles
Hey kiddos
Next week is finals week, so I really shouldn't be blogging. But I wanted to hurry and post this video. Long story short: I, along with many family members and fellow Loganites, shaved my head in November to help raise money and awareness for children's cancer through the St. Baldrick's foundation. We were inspired by my 3-year-old relative, Tyson, who has been battling Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia since April.
You can read more about Tyson's story here.
www.tysonsbravebattalion.blogpsot.com
I have connections with a few of the girls who run the local SUU talk show down here, and they invited me to be on their show, The T Bird Word, and spread Tyson's story and the story of everyone who was involved with St. Baldrick's. Here is the video. Hope you enjoy it, and have a great holiday season!
Next week is finals week, so I really shouldn't be blogging. But I wanted to hurry and post this video. Long story short: I, along with many family members and fellow Loganites, shaved my head in November to help raise money and awareness for children's cancer through the St. Baldrick's foundation. We were inspired by my 3-year-old relative, Tyson, who has been battling Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia since April.
You can read more about Tyson's story here.
www.tysonsbravebattalion.blogpsot.com
I have connections with a few of the girls who run the local SUU talk show down here, and they invited me to be on their show, The T Bird Word, and spread Tyson's story and the story of everyone who was involved with St. Baldrick's. Here is the video. Hope you enjoy it, and have a great holiday season!
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Here - It's the Most Beautiful View (THE FIRST 50)
Recently I have really gotten into the musician Allred. He played a concert on campus last month and it was REALLY good. Today's title is from his song "Here".
The other part of the title comes from the fact that today is the 50th day i've been here in Cedar City. I really wouldn't have known this little fact except that I started something when I came here. I call it my Success Journal. I basically just write down the little things that go right for the day. Most of them are things like
"Woke up on time for my 8:00 class."
or
"Remembered to put wiper fluid in my car."
Really pretty simple. It just is another way to try and stay positive. And some of them kind be kind of funny to look back over.
"Refrained from shouting expletives when I stubbed my toe so bad it bled."
or
"Thoroughly enjoyed wearing the neon vest required for my job."
Anyways, the reason this has anything to do with today being the 50th day is that I write the date and the day at the top of each page. And today, October 6th, is the 50th day. Since everyone loves a good round number, why not celebrate? To celebrate, I decided to write a blog post, since i've been slacking lately. So here ya go! And I made a playlist of songs that have held significance these first 50 days. Just a warning, I went to The Rocket Summer's concert in September, so there is a definite overload there. But its okay because those songs would probably hold significance no matter how many days I was recognizing. I considered posting all the links to all the songs, but I should probably study sometime today. So here it is, the playlist of all playlists.
The First 50
1. Tara, I'm Terrible - The Rocket Summer
2. How Many Times - The Rocket Summer
3. Cross My Heart - The Rocket Summer
4. Folding Chair - Regina Spektor
5. Happily Ever After - He Is We
6. Give It All - He Is We
7. All I Have - The Rocket Summer
8. Roses - The Rocket Summer
9. Starts With Goodbye - Carrie Underwood
10. Starting Now - Ingrid Michaelson
11. Thug Story feat T Pain - Taylor Swift
12. Do You Feel - The Rocket Summer
13. Good Riddance - Green Day
14. The Places You Have Come To Fear The Most - Dashboard Confessional
15. Come Thou Fount - Reflections of Christ
16. Amazing Grace - Reflections of Christ
17. So Much Love - The Rocket Summer
18. Hey! - The Rocket Summer
19. Save - The Rocket Summer
20. Skies So Blue - The Rocket Summer
21. I Need A Break...But I'd Rather Have A Breakthrough - The Rocket Summer
22. Crystal Baller - Third Eye Blind
23. Friend Like You - Joshua Radin
24. Break It Out - The Rocket Summer
25. For You To Notice - Dashboard Confessional
26. Perfect - P!nk
27. Right Now - Peter Breinholt
28. Brand New Day - Joshua Radin
29. Be Still, My Soul - Reflections of Christ
30. Gonna Get Over You - Sara Bareilles
31. Getting Into You - Relient K
32. The Lining Is Silver - Relient K
33. Thick As Thieves - Dashboard Confessional
34. I Dreamed A Dream - Les Miserables
35. A Little Fall of Rain - Les Miserables
36. Lie To Me - Allred
37. Tomb - Allred
38. Hurry Up - Allred
39. Golden - Allred
40. Radio - Allred
41. Video - India.Arie
42. I Am Not My Hair feat P!nk - India.Arie
43. Let The Rain - Sara Bareilles
44. Two Birds - Regina Spektor
45. Slow Motion Machine Gun - Pearl and The Beard
46. Skyscraper - Demi Lovato
47. Winter Song - Ingrid Michaelson & Sara Bareilles
48. Title And Registration - Death Cab For Cutie
49. Passenger Seat - Death Cab For Cutie
50. So, In This Hour... - The Rocket Summer
I really feel like The Rocket Summer concert deserves its own post. But since that's probably not gonna happen, here are some pictures. It truly was one of the best shows i've been to, and i've attended my fair share of concerts. After he played So, In This Hour... I probably could have died happy. SUCH A GOOD SHOW!
"Woke up on time for my 8:00 class."
or
"Remembered to put wiper fluid in my car."
Really pretty simple. It just is another way to try and stay positive. And some of them kind be kind of funny to look back over.
"Refrained from shouting expletives when I stubbed my toe so bad it bled."
or
"Thoroughly enjoyed wearing the neon vest required for my job."
Anyways, the reason this has anything to do with today being the 50th day is that I write the date and the day at the top of each page. And today, October 6th, is the 50th day. Since everyone loves a good round number, why not celebrate? To celebrate, I decided to write a blog post, since i've been slacking lately. So here ya go! And I made a playlist of songs that have held significance these first 50 days. Just a warning, I went to The Rocket Summer's concert in September, so there is a definite overload there. But its okay because those songs would probably hold significance no matter how many days I was recognizing. I considered posting all the links to all the songs, but I should probably study sometime today. So here it is, the playlist of all playlists.The First 50
1. Tara, I'm Terrible - The Rocket Summer
2. How Many Times - The Rocket Summer
3. Cross My Heart - The Rocket Summer
4. Folding Chair - Regina Spektor
5. Happily Ever After - He Is We
6. Give It All - He Is We
7. All I Have - The Rocket Summer
8. Roses - The Rocket Summer
9. Starts With Goodbye - Carrie Underwood
10. Starting Now - Ingrid Michaelson
11. Thug Story feat T Pain - Taylor Swift
12. Do You Feel - The Rocket Summer
13. Good Riddance - Green Day
14. The Places You Have Come To Fear The Most - Dashboard Confessional
15. Come Thou Fount - Reflections of Christ
16. Amazing Grace - Reflections of Christ
17. So Much Love - The Rocket Summer
18. Hey! - The Rocket Summer
19. Save - The Rocket Summer
20. Skies So Blue - The Rocket Summer
21. I Need A Break...But I'd Rather Have A Breakthrough - The Rocket Summer
22. Crystal Baller - Third Eye Blind
23. Friend Like You - Joshua Radin
24. Break It Out - The Rocket Summer
25. For You To Notice - Dashboard Confessional
26. Perfect - P!nk
27. Right Now - Peter Breinholt
28. Brand New Day - Joshua Radin
29. Be Still, My Soul - Reflections of Christ
30. Gonna Get Over You - Sara Bareilles
31. Getting Into You - Relient K
32. The Lining Is Silver - Relient K
33. Thick As Thieves - Dashboard Confessional
34. I Dreamed A Dream - Les Miserables
35. A Little Fall of Rain - Les Miserables
36. Lie To Me - Allred
37. Tomb - Allred
38. Hurry Up - Allred
39. Golden - Allred
40. Radio - Allred
41. Video - India.Arie
42. I Am Not My Hair feat P!nk - India.Arie
43. Let The Rain - Sara Bareilles
44. Two Birds - Regina Spektor
45. Slow Motion Machine Gun - Pearl and The Beard
46. Skyscraper - Demi Lovato
47. Winter Song - Ingrid Michaelson & Sara Bareilles
48. Title And Registration - Death Cab For Cutie
49. Passenger Seat - Death Cab For Cutie
50. So, In This Hour... - The Rocket Summer
I really feel like The Rocket Summer concert deserves its own post. But since that's probably not gonna happen, here are some pictures. It truly was one of the best shows i've been to, and i've attended my fair share of concerts. After he played So, In This Hour... I probably could have died happy. SUCH A GOOD SHOW!
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| Look up the music video for "Do You Feel" if you don't understand this. |
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| Shannon, Holly, Kelli, Me, Alyssa, and Savannah |
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| Holly seriously COULD NOT take a picture without laughing |
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| Wait, maybe she can! |
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| Never mind. She's hopeless. |
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| Not very good quality, but that's Bryce Avary! |
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| I sadly wasn't smart enough to wait around for Bryce to come out, but Holly and her sisters were. I got to touch his hand one time when he came out into the crowd, but I didn't get to meet him like the Rindlisbacher's did. Sad! But I did talk to his wife Tara, she was so nice! She didn't mind me asking creeper fan questions. We are basically best friends now. I'm expecting a dinner party invitation any day now. |
In my first 50 days, here are some of the things i've done.
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| Got a job as an Usher at the SUU Football games |
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| Played in the PowderPuff game |
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| Had my first boyfriend and got my first kiss. (We've broken up since then so please, spare me the marriage jokes.) |
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| Took a road trip to Logan for The Rocket Summer concert with 4 girls from my dorm. |
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| A girl in my dorm won a pig at the rodeo and kept it on a leash outside our building for a few days until she could figure out what to do with it. |
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| Went to the new Science building dedication with Emily. Complete with drinks served in beakers. |
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| Some of the fam came down for a weekend. PS Those are Tyler's glasses, I just stole them for the picture. |
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| My ward got to go to the St George temple to do baptisms. I never realized how much I took having a temple around for granted until it was 45 minutes away instead of 3 blocks. |
Well, that certainly is NOT a comprehensive list, but it's a start. I hope you all (2 readers) have had a wonderful 50 days. I know I have :)
"When you get knocked down, pray that you land on your back; cuz if you can look up, you can stand up."
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Say You're With Me
Title from The Rocket Summer's song Hills And Valleys.
I saw him in concert a few weeks ago, and it probably deserves it's own blog post. But that's not what this one is about. This one is about me vicariously living my dreams through my Hermana.
Yes, the same Hermana from the "I Think I Need A Sunrise" post.
http://merissalinn.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-think-i-need-sunrise.html
And the "I'm Living Again, Awake & Alive" post.
http://merissalinn.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-living-again-awake-alive.html
sd
You get the picture. Holly is a pretty big deal. And today, she reached a milestone in becoming a pretty big deal in a lot more people's lives. Today, My Hermana received her mission call. She has been called to serve in the Scotland/Ireland mission, English speaking, reporting to the England MTC. I kind of feel like i'm cheating just saying that right at the beginning. Let me back up a little.
It was a MESS trying to find out where she'd be serving. I knew she got her call, but she wasn't gonna open it until after work. And when she got off work was when I was playing PowderPuff. And then I couldn't find anywhere where I had service on campus for the life of me. And I would get voicemails, but it wouldn't show missed calls. And then i'd find somewhere with service long enough to receive a text, but then I couldn't send one. It was ridiculous. We must have played phone tag 800 times, because I had to hear it from her. Text simply would not do. But eventually, my phone rang and the call actually went through and there was screaming and jumping up and down like a fool in the middle of campus and I finally found out where my Hermana would be spending the next year and a half of her life.
The first time I remember Holly mentioning a mission was on one of the van rides either to or from Mexico this past December trip. I don't remember for sure if it was on the back to the states or if it was on our way down, but I do recall that it was the same conversation that she told me about The Rocket Summer. (I didn't know it at the time, but they'd become one of my favorite bands. Obviously.) Anyways, I don't remember exactly how it came up, but as soon as she talked about the idea of serving a mission, I was positive that it was the best idea i'd ever heard. She hadn't made up her mind yet, but I knew. I knew from that moment that she was gonna be called to serve.
You see, I have a lot of faith in Holly as a person. She's just a solid friend and one of those people who i've never had to worry about. And I mean, you can read the whole Sunrise post if you want to know about what it means to be an Hermana. And truly, that's the best way I can possibly think to describe our friendship. Hermanas. But besides just being a great friend, I know first hand that Holly's gonna make a phenomenal missionary. I know because even before today, before she was called to serve, even before January 19th when she reports to the England MTC, she was the missionary that brought ME to the gospel.
Now, I don't mean to cause confusion. Holly was just living life the way it's supposed to be lived, being an amazing example, being a "member missionary" as its called. And I was born into a great LDS family and I was baptized when I was 8 and all that good stuff. But it really wasn't until I met Holly that I really took church seriously or really understood that this was the stuff in life that matters. Again, you can read those other posts if you want to understand the change of heart that took place after "the carpool list that changed our lives" and the first trip to TJ. But as i'm just sitting here today in my little dorm room in Cedar City, UT, thinking about the psychology book I should be reading or the PowderPuff football game I just played in, I can't help but become ECSTATIC for the people in Scotland and Ireland who are doing similar things - probably sweeping the floor or watching soccer or whatever it is people do there. I get so excited for them because I know the difference the good news of the gospel of Jesus Christ has made in my life, and how much happier i've become because of it. And when I think about those Irish and Scottish people just sitting there, some who may not even know what the Book Of Mormon is or know that Joseph Smith ever existed, when I think about the fact that one of my best friends in the entire world, the fact that my own Hermana will be directly instrumental in bringing the Gospel to their lives, I can't help but smile. Well, smile or cry depending on which 5 minute period of thought is occurring at the moment, but you know what I mean. I can't help but feel something powerful for those people because I know what it's already done for me. And I know that Holly knows how to get that incredible message of the LDS faith across effectively because I've been on the receiving end. And I know that she'll be able to be an instrument in the Lord's hands to change even more lives and bring them the joy the gospel has brought me.
I think about all of it and it just hits me. Today, My Hermana has been called to serve; her everyday life for 18 months will be committed to doing for other people what she has already done for me. And I feel so incredibly grateful that i've had the gospel in my life this long. And to have the desire to spread that light. And that my Heavenly Father cared and loved me enough to give me a friend like Holly when I needed it the most. And that in a few short months, there will be people half way across the world thinking the exact same thing. They're gonna be so blessed by the gospel, they'll feel so loved to have had Sister Rindlisbacher come into their lives right when they needed it and they'll want to spread the good news of the gospel. And when it comes right down to it, i'm just so incredibly excited for my Hermana to get out there and do her thing and find strength in the Lord and come even closer to Him than she already is, and bring folks with her as she becomes closer to Him.
I guess it all just culminates into one huge mess of me not doing anything even close to Psychology homework. But that's okay, because it's not everyday that my hero, my closest friend, my Hermana gets her mission call. Today, my friends, today was a good day.
I saw him in concert a few weeks ago, and it probably deserves it's own blog post. But that's not what this one is about. This one is about me vicariously living my dreams through my Hermana.
Yes, the same Hermana from the "I Think I Need A Sunrise" post.
http://merissalinn.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-think-i-need-sunrise.html
And the "I'm Living Again, Awake & Alive" post.
http://merissalinn.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-living-again-awake-alive.html
sd
You get the picture. Holly is a pretty big deal. And today, she reached a milestone in becoming a pretty big deal in a lot more people's lives. Today, My Hermana received her mission call. She has been called to serve in the Scotland/Ireland mission, English speaking, reporting to the England MTC. I kind of feel like i'm cheating just saying that right at the beginning. Let me back up a little.
It was a MESS trying to find out where she'd be serving. I knew she got her call, but she wasn't gonna open it until after work. And when she got off work was when I was playing PowderPuff. And then I couldn't find anywhere where I had service on campus for the life of me. And I would get voicemails, but it wouldn't show missed calls. And then i'd find somewhere with service long enough to receive a text, but then I couldn't send one. It was ridiculous. We must have played phone tag 800 times, because I had to hear it from her. Text simply would not do. But eventually, my phone rang and the call actually went through and there was screaming and jumping up and down like a fool in the middle of campus and I finally found out where my Hermana would be spending the next year and a half of her life.
The first time I remember Holly mentioning a mission was on one of the van rides either to or from Mexico this past December trip. I don't remember for sure if it was on the back to the states or if it was on our way down, but I do recall that it was the same conversation that she told me about The Rocket Summer. (I didn't know it at the time, but they'd become one of my favorite bands. Obviously.) Anyways, I don't remember exactly how it came up, but as soon as she talked about the idea of serving a mission, I was positive that it was the best idea i'd ever heard. She hadn't made up her mind yet, but I knew. I knew from that moment that she was gonna be called to serve.
You see, I have a lot of faith in Holly as a person. She's just a solid friend and one of those people who i've never had to worry about. And I mean, you can read the whole Sunrise post if you want to know about what it means to be an Hermana. And truly, that's the best way I can possibly think to describe our friendship. Hermanas. But besides just being a great friend, I know first hand that Holly's gonna make a phenomenal missionary. I know because even before today, before she was called to serve, even before January 19th when she reports to the England MTC, she was the missionary that brought ME to the gospel.
Now, I don't mean to cause confusion. Holly was just living life the way it's supposed to be lived, being an amazing example, being a "member missionary" as its called. And I was born into a great LDS family and I was baptized when I was 8 and all that good stuff. But it really wasn't until I met Holly that I really took church seriously or really understood that this was the stuff in life that matters. Again, you can read those other posts if you want to understand the change of heart that took place after "the carpool list that changed our lives" and the first trip to TJ. But as i'm just sitting here today in my little dorm room in Cedar City, UT, thinking about the psychology book I should be reading or the PowderPuff football game I just played in, I can't help but become ECSTATIC for the people in Scotland and Ireland who are doing similar things - probably sweeping the floor or watching soccer or whatever it is people do there. I get so excited for them because I know the difference the good news of the gospel of Jesus Christ has made in my life, and how much happier i've become because of it. And when I think about those Irish and Scottish people just sitting there, some who may not even know what the Book Of Mormon is or know that Joseph Smith ever existed, when I think about the fact that one of my best friends in the entire world, the fact that my own Hermana will be directly instrumental in bringing the Gospel to their lives, I can't help but smile. Well, smile or cry depending on which 5 minute period of thought is occurring at the moment, but you know what I mean. I can't help but feel something powerful for those people because I know what it's already done for me. And I know that Holly knows how to get that incredible message of the LDS faith across effectively because I've been on the receiving end. And I know that she'll be able to be an instrument in the Lord's hands to change even more lives and bring them the joy the gospel has brought me.
I think about all of it and it just hits me. Today, My Hermana has been called to serve; her everyday life for 18 months will be committed to doing for other people what she has already done for me. And I feel so incredibly grateful that i've had the gospel in my life this long. And to have the desire to spread that light. And that my Heavenly Father cared and loved me enough to give me a friend like Holly when I needed it the most. And that in a few short months, there will be people half way across the world thinking the exact same thing. They're gonna be so blessed by the gospel, they'll feel so loved to have had Sister Rindlisbacher come into their lives right when they needed it and they'll want to spread the good news of the gospel. And when it comes right down to it, i'm just so incredibly excited for my Hermana to get out there and do her thing and find strength in the Lord and come even closer to Him than she already is, and bring folks with her as she becomes closer to Him.
I guess it all just culminates into one huge mess of me not doing anything even close to Psychology homework. But that's okay, because it's not everyday that my hero, my closest friend, my Hermana gets her mission call. Today, my friends, today was a good day.
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