Infatuated with the Arts

Indeed, I am infatuated with the arts. I like that little sentence. It's amusing.

I mean, seriously. When I first kind of figured out the whole idea of "The Arts:" that includes a lot. Drama, writing, music, photography, drawing, painting. Then I realized that just about summed up everything I like about life.

Honestly, I don't understand how people live without art. How can they not? I mean, it's difficult for me to remember a time before I could read music. I am forever grateful for my mom putting me into a kids' music program at a young age. I love music. This year I joined two bands, one on the flute one on the keyboard. You can probably figure out what different kinds of bands those are. Before this year when I joined garage band, I really had no experience with breaking songs into chords and playing them your way. I am really glad I have learned. (Also, joining g-band, I met my first real crush. <3...)

Being in band made me want to learn guitar. Because it seems to me that EVERYONE who is musical can play guitar. I wanted to play guitar. My brother plays it, he has an electric, and he's quite good. So I sat down with it one day, thinking, "Oh, I should get the hang of this pretty soon. I can already read music, after all." Hoo boy. Was I ever WRONG.

I should have thought back to when I first began playing the flute: it took me a long time to just learn the ambuture (the way you hold your lips when you blow, it affects the sound) took me forever. So, lesson learned: guitar takes time. Also I'm not a regular practicer, so it's taking a long time.

My friend Brooke, also in band, plays guitar. She's also an amazing, beautiful singer and is going to be famous before she's twenty. She doesn't read music, but she writes songs. Fabulous songs, actually. She told me it took her a while to figure it out but once she learned, guitar comes easily. Which is comforting, I guess, except for the fact that Brooke is a fricking musical prodigy, and she probably has the dedication to practice for hours.

Anyways, I was practicing guitar tonight and just got lazy and printed out a page of frequently used chords in rock music and decided to try and learn them. THAT'S ALL I NEED TO KNOW.

And in case you guys are musical, the chords are: C, D, D7, E, Em, E7, F, G, A, Am, and A7, but I think that B and Bm are noteworthy as well. (haha, no pun intended.)

Another artistic endeavor I have been experimenting with lately is photography. Several times I have just walked around town, snapping pictures, and was surprised by how much I enjoyed it. It kind of made me think about some stuff, because I take quite a few extracurriculars in the winter. Skating and dance are over, so my schedule is relatively clear except for softball, but still.

People are always saying that life is too short. Does that mean life is too short not to TRY everything, and get all those experiences in? What I mean is, should we try everything that comes our way? I tried badminton and basketball and didn't stick with either. Or is life too short not to waste time doing something we truly enjoy? Volleyball is definitely my favorite sport. At volleyball practice, I don't notice until afterwards if I'm tired or hurting. I just want to keep going. But in dance...I sometimes enjoy it, sometimes don't. Should I stay in it and get the experience? Or just stick with the things I really enjoy?

That was just the result of some late-night scribbles on a pad of paper. I was just thinking about that kind of stuff. Do you have any truly deep passions, and then some things you just stick with because?

Utter Worthlessness

I love been utterly worthless.

Well, not really. And actually, if you've seen my mom's bills, I am far from worthless, what with my knee braces, orthotics, glasses, contacts, and AIDs.

Just kidding. I don't have contacts.

Today I am acting utterly worthless. I camped out in a city, sleeping in close quarters with FIVE other people, and having to play ball at eight o'clock in the morning. (And we had to warm up at SEVEN THIRTY.) I had a pretty good weekend of softball: I only struck out once, lots of singles, a few doubles. For those of you nitwits that don't get ball talk, striking out is bad. Singles is hitting the ball and running to first base. Doubles is going to second base.

And oh, I got two walks. I hate walks. I really really DESPISE walks. Walks is when the pitcher sucks and throws four balls (heh heh sorry but it means unsuitable to swing at) and they give you a freebie to first base. As I mentioned, I DETEST walks. It's like getting away with doing nothing. You didn't EARN anything. I prefer to hammer my way around the field, kicking up red shale and sliding into second and taking out the second baseman's legs so that they fall on top of you and whine for the rest of the game. (True story. Just yesterday. It was fun.) But anyways, we won. The tournament, I mean. It would seem a bigger deal if we didn't win three tournaments and Provincials last year. The last time my team didn't win a tournament was last April. And we placed second.

Wowzahs, we're spoiled.

So, today, I am being utterly worthless. I am vegging and reading and writing in my journal and blogging and procrastinating delivering papers because my muscles are sore. Also I'm lazy.

Tomorrow I'm going to the city for (get this) a BALL game, but it's my sister's. I'm gonna get my fish and also repair/purchase my/a old iPod/new iPod. That was a very convoluted sentence, as well. But it's true.

The only production of today was a drawing I made with my seldom-used pastels.

Abstract Eyes of Many Colors.

So, this was new. I don't generally abstract around too often, but it was fun. Less limits, less rules. I like eyes and art. I think they go good together, because so much be seen in eyes. Expressions and souls and emotions, and eyes are also the windows which we see things from.

Oh, and by the way, I seem to be The Last Human on Earth without Facebook. Am I missing anything?