15.1.14
Don't Mind Him-- Lee Bells
16.7.13
Cory Monteith

13.7.13
crawling on back to you
A blog? What's that?
jckandy? Dafuq?
Another infamous, long-awaited (maybe not) return by the one and only JAECY BELLS.
Just like many people, I have that endearing quality of taking up a hobby with full force before losing interest and discarding it. Sort of like dogs do, with their chew toys, when they realize that nobody cares that they have it.
What brought on this round of blogging? Well, ladies and gentlemen, several things.
1. Recent months (more like a year and a half) have seen a decline in my writing. I haven't been writing stories. I haven't written many poems or songs. I haven't been journaling. The idea here is that with an AUDIENCE awaiting (we shall see) it will be easier.
2. I am at that place in your life where adults ask you "What are you doing after high school?" and I used to use witty answers such as "get knocked up and married" or "take off to Europe and busk on street corners" but they stopped being funny when I considered the reality of keeping my job at Subway until I'm seventy-nine years old.
Now, here is what I think about choosing a career that you will do the rest of your life. It should be something that you a)enjoy and b) are actually good at. I mean, sure. You can practice something to gain skill-- like me playing volleyball. Believe me, I'm no natural athlete. And sure, I enjoy the sport, and I have built myself into a respectable player. But will I ever be as good as the players on my team that don't even have to think about the mechanics of it? The players that just effortlessly dig up back row hits, lunging and diving, and don't even have to worry about fitting into their tiny spandex shorts? Well, no.
I have tons of things that I like to do. I like art stuff, in a nutshell. I like playing piano and singing. I like editing videos. I like designing posters or graphic things. But the one thing that I believe that I both truly love, and am truly good at, is writing.
So, here's the problem. When "becoming a writer" is your answer to the career counselor's primary question, you have to be prepared to have some backup plans. Because being a writer, in a teacher (or parents') eyes is roughly akin to buying a one-way ticket to Hollywood and becoming a famous actor.
(in my defense, writing is respectable-- I could have told my parents I want to be a rock star.)
So, how will a blog help my plan to be a writer? It gives me practice. And it gives me a name on the Internet. So there. That is my reason.
3. It's summer time, and since my job as a Subway sandwich artist doesn't occupy my every waking moment... I'm bored. I need a creative pursuit.
***
It was interesting, unearthing this blog from the Matrix of Internet code. I went through my profile, cringing at the things my younger self had put as my interests.
As you bloggers will know, there's a spot to put your favorite books. Guess what my first four spots were taken up by? OH WAIT-- "Twilight". "New Moon." "Eclipse". "Breaking Dawn."
That's embarrassing.
It took my seventh-grade self an awkwardly long time to come to terms with the realization that those books were not respectable literature. I mean, Steph Meyer certainly caused a vampire sensation. Hats off to her-- those were the first vampire stories I had ever read, and the concept was fascinating (to the thirteen-year-old brain.) But, sadly, the writing just wasn't up to snuff. And, really, there was some unbelievable teenage bullshit.
I'm sorry, but eighteen-year-old couples (I guess the glittery vampire was like ninety, but whatevs) don't have that much RESTRAINT. I know Edward was a positive saint and everything, with all his limited touching of his girlfriend, but to make a love story believable, there has to be a little physical action in there.
Like sex. Sorry to be vulgar, but it's 2013. It's just not very believable, otherwise.
Anyways.
For my music taste, I had something like three artists listed-- The Phantom of the Opera was number one.
*facepalm*
JAECY. Okay, I went through a tiny obsession with that dark musical. And yes, I think Andrew Lloyd Webber wrote some riveting music there. And yes, I would go to see the musical again. But was that honestly all I listened to back in the day? That's strange to think about.
I'm much more musical than I used to be-- I joined Band in high school (yes, mega-band-geek) and I made some friends of the rock n' roll variety. So now I listen to old music, but it's because I like it. I used to never know what to listen to-- I would ask people to make me playlists of what was "cool" music, because I never knew. Now, I just listen to what I enjoy. Sometimes it's eighties rock ballads, sometimes it's obscure jazz from a local artist, sometimes it's the Grease soundtrack. I listen to what I love now, and even though people occasionally groan when I put on my "stoner music" I don't care because it's what I like.
People grow. People change. I'm a lot more comfortable with myself than I was the last time I avidly blogged.
Now, I am seventeen years old. I drive a 1990 Oldsmobile Cutlass. I sing in front of crowds. I'm the president of the Student Council in my school. I'm a published poet. All I want out of life is to make a living out of writing.
Cheers,
jckandy
4.1.12
A Blank Page
I just read on Steph's blog how she loves blank calendars, and I must say I agree. I don't know how many people actually bother to write in notebooks anymore, but for those of you who understand, is it not a thrill to crack the spine of a brand-new book? When the creamy pages are fresh and beautiful and there is no limit to your creativity. I keep personal journals, and every time I start a new one it feels like such a big deal. I practically plot out my first entry before carefully handwriting it. Of course, once you get farther in your handwriting grows sloppier, until your notebook is like an old friend. However, it's the kind of friend you feel comfortable getting angry at. This is when you scribble and scratch things out and long for a new book. :-)
I love fresh starts, but I must say, it never feels like January is much of a fresh start. For me, it's September. New school year, new supplies, new clothes, etc. January is just kind of blah. But I never fail to write New Years resolutions. I am ashamed to say that I'm pretty sure I've never thought of a truly unique one, they're pretty much the same as any other person on this earth. Here are some of the favorites...
"I resolve to quit eating junk food and be a healthier person." That one lasts usually a week before the first slipup, maybe a month or two before it's completely forgotten.
"I resolve to work out and hit the gym." Either you don't have 'time' to get there, or you get to the gym, run for twenty minutes, and collapse and can't go on.
"I resolve to get better marks in school." Applying only to students. Luckily, January is the month we write our final exams. Those will likely drag DOWN my mark.
Anyways, those go on and on. It's embarrassing, how little people change. It's not like I'm guilt-free, either. I've had those goals, or very similar ones, pretty much every year since I grew up and my grade one teacher didn't make us draw pictures of our resolutions. Which, at six, were generally resolutions like making your bed every morning or keeping your room clean.
I didn't bother resolving to write on my blog more often. It's here when I need it. Although I did have the idea to put more photos on here, which is something I've been doing way more often than writing these days.
Anyways, don't be ashamed of your cliche resolutions. It's all in good taste.
Happy New Years!
5.9.11
Queen
I've always found that strange, to be honest. Not Freddie Mercury (although he was a bit of an oddball) but how Google will put stuff like "Van Gogh's 300th Birthday" or whatever. I mean, they're dead. They're not celebrating the date of their birth any longer. It would have been their birthday. This would have been Freddie's birthday, but it's not. So why do people keep saying happy birthday?
I'm not saying I don't want him to be remembered. The opposite, actually. I think he is amazing. He is one of my greatest inspirations for pianist/singers. I love Queen, I love their music, and I love watching their performances because he's such a good performer.
I think it's so sad he died at 45. I know he was gay. I know he contracted AIDS. I know he wasn't a saint, how a lot of people make out dead people to be. (i.e. John Lennon was an amazing musician but he did a shit ton of drugs. That's not incredibly saintlike.) I still don't think anyone deserves to die like that. I just read a very long account of his death on the internet, written by his last boyfriend or something. It could have all been total bullshit, maybe it wasn't. But it was still sad.
(I had a thought. My other greatest inspiration for pianist/singers is Elton John. Can gay men just tickle the ivories better than anybody else? Or should I be concerned with my love for gay guys? Interesting.)
Anyways, Happy Birthday Freddie. You would have been sixty five today. I don't know what you'd be doing, if you would have reunion tours like some bands, or write new music, or release a solo album or something. Maybe your voice would slowly deteriorate, so you can't even sing the songs you used to.
I wonder if it's better for an artist's fame to die young, before the world can see you wither away like a human and watch as your body breaks down and your voice shrinks. They seem to be remembered better that way.
4.8.11
Digging Down Deep for Motivation
2010.
Bro.
That's pathetic.
That's just downright embarrassing.
I don't even know why I even came out and admitted this.
But the truly tear-jerking, shoulder-shaking, sob-worthy sadness of this whole post is that I'm only doing it because I happened to make a deal with Monica.
The hour groweth late, so I shall quickly skim through my brains for the summer activities that have been happening to me lately.
- Harry Potter.
For those of you who have stuck with Harry and his pals to the very end... who attended the movie showings in full costume... my kindred souls... I salute you.
For normal people, who most likely fall somewhere in the middle, stay cool.
Isn't it strange to think it's all over? JK Rowling's legacy has not been a passing phase, a fleeting obsession that was cool for a while but then faded (*cough* *cough* Twilight.) It's been spread out over a decade, and it's readable whether you're six or thirty six-- it's not too childish, it's not too hard. And it deals with STUFF, not necessarily KISSING AND ROMANCE AND SUCH, but deeper love. (And, obviously, I enjoy books with kissing. I enjoy movies with kissing. It's just a good thing.) It makes it more accessible, you know? I mean, I read The Philosopher's Stone when I was but a wee lass of six years old. I think I read it with my mom over the course of months, and then one day I climbed a tree and finished the last quarter myself because I couldn't wait longer.
And then, before you know it, the seventh book is out, and we made my dad buy three copies so nobody had to wait to read it first. And I read the 700+ page book in about eight straight hours, crying in the right parts, smiling in others, biting my fingernails for most-- and then the books were done. It was a perfect ending.
But it was okay, because the movies were there. We had those to look forwards to. Personally, I've had July 15th booked off my calendar since I left the theater of Deathly Hallows Part I. And now it's all over.
Now, I may or may not have had PMS and/or was overtired that day, but did I ever cry. Some people claim to not cry at movies. Ha. A friend of mine said via Facebook "OMG I cried three times!" And I'm thinking, "I wish. I started crying, and then just kept going." But it was okay, because when you leave the theater hiccuping with your makeup smeared around your eyes, going to the bathroom to try to make your face less red and blow your nose, you're not alone. All those dedicated Potterwatchers are there for you.
And in case your wondering, I used my fluffy hair to my advantage and dressed up as Bellatrix Lestrange to attend the midnight premiere.
2. Stephen King
I am an avid reader (further classified as "bookworm" or "nerd") and have recently discovered the wonders of good old Steve. I have been reading his novels this summer, and I also watched the Green Mile. (And I died in all its fantasocity.) "The Langoliers" and "The Body" are my favorite novellas. "Needful Things" and "Misery" are my favorite books. And for the record, don't read "Pet Sematary" and then proceed to obey your mom's wishes and get the water hose from outside when it's midnight and pitch black outside. I'm fairly certain it's bad for your blood pressure.
ON THE SUBJECT OF BOOKS I recently read Paranormalcy (actually I finished it two hours ago) and was astounded, angry, and jealous. I was astounded that a book could make me that happy to read, and how much fun it was. I was angry it took me this long to read it, because I was denying myself of awesomeness. And, oh, jealous because I CAN'T WRITE LIKE THAT.
Kiersten White: you rock. And I hate you a little for it. But I can't, because anyone who creates Evie has to be sweet.
3. Work
I have at last joined the leagues of the working class, and found that I have not been missing much. I am a Sandwich Artist at a restaurant called Subway, which is situated in about every city and/or town across the globe, I have been realizing.
Well, perhaps not in Africa. Or those other eastern places that don't eat real food like fries, or pizza, or even subs, but eat weird things like abalone (which sounds like lunch meat but is actually an endangered sea creature type object of a sort) and poisonous fish and weird plants and, I dunno, shark fins.
It's a pretty sweet job, actually, because I work with some sweet teenagers and we have fun. And also, we get free Slushies and fountain drinks. And coffee. And half-price cookies, which sounds like a good idea until you get a slow day and consume half the pan. (I recommend White Chocolate Macadamia Nut, which have to come from heaven or someplace similar.)
Technically, I guess that would make Heaven situated in our industrial freezer.
Moving on.
All I've been doing this summer is lazing around, doing a few creative things and feeling guilty when I don't do anything. And then I think, summer is meant for relaxing. You're recharging your batteries for school when things get busy.
And then I think, but since it's noon you could probably get out of bed.
I've taken some pictures, I've played my guitar and my tiny, adorable purple ukulele, and I've even blown the dust off an unfinished manuscript and been polishing that a bit.
Maybe I should just finish that damn thing, send it to a few publishers, and then forget about it. That would be nice.
All right. I'm not going to promise I'll be a regular blogger, because I suck at keeping those kind of promises. (Hence, the junk food I will never ever eat because it's bad for you and you don't need it and you can talk yourself out of it honestly it's not worth it oh okay just this once mmmmmmm). But on the other hand, I don't want to be the kind of blogger whose every other post is "Oh I'm so busy! I should write more often!"
I think the problem here, is that we need a MAKEOVER. Clean everything out. Start fresh. Make it pretty. Dust off the cobwebs.
Promises are easier to keep when they are pretty.
10.11.10
For Your Amusement
28.9.10
A Successful Day
Yes, folks, I have successfully completed my orthodontic treatment. Hurray!
In truth, I got my top braces off in July. That was a glorious day. But today, when they removed my lower braces, I was like: I AM FINISHED. Braces were not a particularly wonderful experience. The only thing is, I had to get a retainer for my bottom teeth.
I think that back in the day, retainers included a wire that stretched across your teeth. My retainers are perfectly clear, like a thin cast that I slip over my teeth. You would think that you wouldn't notice it so much, but you do. For a few days, my teeth will hurt again. The retainer brings a new kind of pressure to my teeth, so it makes them sore.
I can't remember what it's like to not think about my teeth every other minute.
I decided to eat some frozen yogurt: it soothes my mouth and I got to remove my retainer for a while. This plan seems to be working quite well.
:-D
27.9.10
CSLC
This is the cheer that was echoing through the hallways of LBP school at this years' 26th Annual Canadian Student Leadership Conference! Where Canadian leaders throughout the country are selected to go, mingle, and learn how to be the leaders of tomorrow!
This is starting to sound dangerously like an advertisement/newspaper article, so I'm going to stop now.
Cliche though the words may be, they were true. They ARE true. And this year, our student council advisor picked two students from our school to go to CSLC. One of them was an eleventh grade girl named Abby, and the other was me.
It was the experience of a lifetime. Seriously, it was! This year, it was held in Montreal. I live in Saskatchewan! Mrs E, Abby and I boarded a plane at 6am last Tuesday. We flew to Toronto, then to Montreal. I had never ridden a plane before (that I could remember.) It was so cool! It's weird to think about how some people, businessmen and women, fly all the time for their job. When we boarded the plane, Abby and I were poking about everywhere. We flicked past all the things on the screen mounted in the seats, examined all the magazines and safety cards and took pictures and exclaimed and generally looked like the small-town hicks we are. Other people would take their seats, pull out a book or a Blackberry, and didn't look up or out the window when we were taking off.
I was imagining doing this all again in the future. I would so love to take a trip to Europe someday with my camera and tour and take pictures everywhere. The top three places I want to go are 1) Italy 2) Rome and 3) Greece. Someday I want to go to Australia, too. That would be such an amazing experience.
I decided I want to go to Montreal again too! In truth, we didn't actually see too much of the city. We spent most of our day in the school, which was so much fun. I met so many people, and it wasn't like a typical school where you have your ten or so people that are bursting with spirit. From there about half or more of the kids participate self-consciously in events, and the remainder are 'too cool' to look like they're having fun at a school event.
No. At CSLC (we called it see-slick), every single person was selected to go there because they are a good leader. Every person has made a difference in their school, and every person had school spirit enough for five. In the cafeteria, a table would stand up and chant, "WE'VE GOT SPIRIT YES WE DO, WE'VE GOT SPIRIT HOW 'BOUT YOU?" and point to the next table, who would try and top their cheer. We would get involved in huge circles playing games like Ninja and Pony (I'll explain later) and we were an enthusiastic audience. Seriously. We gave every speaker something like three standing ovations. We would stand when they entered the stage, we would stand again if they cracked a good joke, and again at the end.
This year, the theme was "Big Top" (that's "Grand Chapiteau" for you French folks) and they hired a performer almost every day. There were acrobats and jugglers, and this one guy named Scott Hammell whom I now adore. He's an escape artist! Ever heard of Houdini? He was like him. Honestly, I didn't know people still did that. But he got in the Guinness Book of World Records when he performed a crazy stunt. He was bound in a straitjacket, then wrapped in fifty feet of chains and secured with four padlocks. Then he strapped bungee cords to his boots, and was lifted something like 7, 200 feet in the air by an air balloon. He struggled out of it in 54 seconds. And he was only eighteen at the time!!
Needless to say, he's awesome. He performed this again for us, the straitjacket, chains, and padlocks, and even the hanging upside down. He had to pop out his shoulder to struggle out of the straitjacket-- it was somewhat disgusting. Ugggh.
Also, he's a hypnotist. I love hypnotist shows!! We had one at our school last year, but I was a freshman and too nervous to volunteer. I was too nervous to volunteer this time, too. I hope that, if we get a hypnotist again at Christmas, I'll get the guts to go up. He's also a motivational speaker for Free the Children.
CSLC inspired me so much. Before Montreal, I think my goals were something like this: 1) publish a book 2) play guitar. Something like that.
Now, my new ambition is to speak French. I'm seriously considering an exchange trip in grade eleven. Canada is a bilingual country! I want to be fluent en Francais et Anglais.
The other thing I want to do is go on a trip to benefit a third world country. One of those trips where you travel to a place like Haiti or Thailand and build houses and make friends with orphan kids. I really want to do that now, maybe after I graduate I could do something like that. I should get involved with Free the Children. We had Marc Kielburger give a presentation to us. You may not know him, but he is Craig Kielburger's brother. This is the kid that started the foundation called Free the Children. Craig started this when he was, like, twelve years old. It's now international and has built 600 schools for children who had no way of getting an education.
We did get to see some of Montreal. On Thursday, we participated in an Amazing Race. IT WAS AMAZING. Downtown Montreal is so beautiful! The buildings are all old and brick, with carvings and cool windows. Tres belle. Someday I'm going back there, when I can speak French, and I'm sbringing a camera for more photography.
The last night of CSLC was sad. We had to leave all these new friends! And it wasn't like our provincial conference, when people lived two hours away, or four, or five. I said good-bye to people that lived in Quebec City, B.C., New Brunswick, Manitoba, and Newfoundland. We spent the last night running around and hugging everyone. I was sad, but it was nice, too. There was a dance, but me and three other people just hung out in the lobby of Palais de Congres and just talked. We told each other random facts about ourselves that we hadn't gotten to in the past five days.
It was such an amazing experience! I had never felt that feeling before. I guess it would be like if you moved to a new city, and you started at a new school and you could be anyone you wanted. I knew one person out of 700 teenagers there. I could be anyone I wanted to be.
Just as an example. In my town, most of the girls dance. It's just what you do. Ballet, jazz, tap, lyrical, etc. I had been in dance almost all my life, but I quit this year. I just don't enjoy it. I'm now focusing on SRC, music, and volleyball. A lot of people in town, when I say "I'm not dancing this year," they just go "what?"
Because that's how a lot of people know me, I guess. But at CSLC? I never mentioned that I used to dance. They didn't know me as a former dancer. They knew what I told them about. We had an exercise when we had to say the things we were passionate about to a stranger in the audience. I turned to a girl beside me from Nova Scotia and said, "I'm passionate about art and music." Because it's true. That is what I enjoy. This girl didn't know that at home, I play the Sims 3 and used to dance and play volleyball and don't like math.
I'm home now, and I'm still feeling inspired. Instead of wasting my time today, I picked up my guitar and practiced for a while. The fingers of my left hand are sore now, but I feel satisfied. I learned something, I strengthened a skill, I didn't just sit and watch TV or waste time on Facebook.
So, I now know more about being a leader. I want to change my school. I want to learn a new language, and I want to help those less fortunate than me.
If you ever have the chance to participate in a chance like this, you shouldn't even hesitate. You should grab at the chance. It's in Newfoundland next year, in case you were wondering. :-)
15.8.10
Ghost Town
I accomplished this many things this summer:
0.00000284
Go me.
17.6.10
S.A.D.
Because seriously, I don't know where you guys come from. I live in southern Saskatchewan, Canada. So, you know. Long-ish cold winters, soggy springs, hot summer. It's doable.
But not this rain! This solid, gloomy, never-ending rain!
I need sunshine. I need warmth. I need sparkling dewdrops as opposed to ankle-slopping lakes that now drape the lawns. I need vitamin D!
That's where that SAD comes from, I think. Lack of vitamin D can be damaging to your health!
Poor, poor farmers. :-(
My creativity is on strike. I think my vitamin D intake filters directly to that outlet of my brain.
My question: If it's been raining for three solid weeks with maybe two and a half days of sunshine in between, HOW the HELL can there still be water left in the sky??? There has not been any evaporation happening!! Where is all this water coming from???
Tell me the answer. I do not understand.
Soggily yours,
jckandy
23.5.10
...
1. my parents are strict and mean and
2. I am hopelessly in love
This is a painfully cliche teenage moment. I mean, my parents won't let me go to an all-nighter at the Drive-In. And I have a gigantic crush on this guy who doesn't think of me as more than a friend.
This has no originality whatsoever.
In fact, I'm depressed at myself.
Signing off,
jckandy
28.4.10
Infatuated with the Arts
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?
22.4.10
World Transitions
Our horses, Bo and Yoshi, are really excellent horses. Bo is a lazy old 17-year-old who has pretty much seen it all. Yoshi's been handled by kids. So they're both really good...but although Bo is usually pretty nonchalant about...everything, Yoshi is like a toddler. He is meek if he has to be (aka: if the rider is experienced) and then he is careful and quiet. He runs to the sound of his name, and follows people around in his pen. But once you slip on his halter and lead, he does NOT want to do what he's told.
He's still a good horse, though. We just need to teach him a few lessons.
I LOVE HORSEBACK RIDING. It's so magical.
19.4.10
Rebelliousness
This weekend was dance festival. That means that for three days, it was a hairspray scented whirlwind of jittery nerves, stretching, Taco in a Bag and lipstick stained Pepsi cans. Bright lights and makeup melting onto faces, fake eyelashes and bobby pins.
I don't know why I like it so much, but I do.
Our recital is next weekend. The differences between festival and recital are simple: the annual Dance Festival is a competition. Other dance studios come, there are adjudicators and sessions and the electric, sparkling air of competitive feelings. But here, at least, the dancers aren't all the uptight, skinny b*tches other people may suspect. Lots of dancers from other towns are friends. I caught up with two friends I played ball with last year. It was really different, seeing Brianna and Shaelyn with slicked ponytails and lipstick other than ball uniforms.
Anyways, recital has two opposite charges. Only our town attends, and it only takes one night. Most people in the audience: families and friends, mainly: are relaxed and enjoying the show. However, since the dances are close together, that means that the dancers have that much less time to get ready. It's not so bad for me-- I only have three dances on stage this year. But some of my fanatical dancer friends may change their hair and costumes ten times! But since the atmosphere is generally much looser, if you have a curly ponytail while everyone else has a straight one, it doesn't matter much. Recital also gets videotaped, and everyone usually buys a copy to keep.
This year, I volunteered for the duty of the Power Point we put up. On a screen in the corner of the gym, we project the current dance with the dancers involved in it and any awards they have won. I don't mind typing and hoped I could spice it up a little.
In the end, I decided to use photography for two different things: some generic pictures in the background of the power point, and then the personalized pictures in a slide show to show during intermission, etc.
For the background pictures, I took stuff like a close up of pointe shoes, bobby pins scattered across a counter, heated hair appliances lined up, a carnation reflected in a mirror. I also decided to put my "Be Yourself" picture in, the one of my ballet group's leg warmers. I like that picture.
This weekend, I busied myself by essentially capturing every thing that went on in the dressing room. Since we host this, we get the largest room in the school--the library. I have people stretching, laughing, doing hair, practicing, or just hanging out. I probably took over 350 pictures over the course of a few days. People were about to put a restraining order on me and my relentless camera.
I had to delete lots, of course: many were blurry or didn't turn out. But I got some really, really cool pictures. Since this is a school computer, I dont' have them on here right now, but I will post them later.
The recital is next Sunday. I really don't have that much time!
I've already typed out all the groups for the Power Point, it's just a matter of putting them in order on the slides. That won't take long, and my friends are helping me anyways. It'll be fine.
I have approved 78 pictures for my slide show so far. Some I have edited, some I haven't. I also need to find some soundtrack to go behind it. These are the ones I've considered so far:
- All About Soul Remix by Billy Joel
- Dancing Queen by ABBA
- Just Dance by Lady Gaga
- Dancing Days by Led Zeppelin
The last one was my friend Kristy's suggestion. She's a die-hard Zeppelin fan.
I don't have enough pictures for four songs, I don't think, so I was thinking of maybe trimming the songs to get like a minute of each. That way you could get, like, the essence of the song without the whole thing. Plus, everyone's heard Dancing Queen. Many times.
I'm really excited about the slideshow. A couple of dance moms have suggested that I sell it on a DVD or something. That might be a good idea. I still have to make sure I've included everyone in it, though. I tried to get lots of shots of the younger kids this weekend, as well as the older kids. I still have the practices this week to get a few more pictures.
I really enjoy photography. I'm excited about how it will turn out.
I'm trying to prioritize my activities now. I've really been a lame blogger lately. I think I'm losing my status in Blogger World. I need to get back in the loop! Especially now that I'm finding I'm enjoying photography more and more. I need to get in on more of those blogs!
Hopefully back in the blogger life,
jckandy xoxo
1.4.10
28.2.10
Horses
And obviously, the best part about living on a farm is the animals. See: HORSES.
We found two horses that we went to look at today. Their names are Mr. Bojangles and Yoshi. Bo is a HUGE Chestnut (sixteen and a half hands: his shoulders reach my HEAD, and I'm 5"6!), seventeen years old, shaggy and really gentle. An old man rode him until he was eighty-five. Yoshi is a relatively smaller Appaloosa, only seven, but he's been around kids his whole life.
Here is that Picnik photo I semi-promised.
That's me atop Big Bo, and my mom is hugging him. Isn't this a cute picture?? I just love the quote I found: "If you want a stable friend, get a horse."
We were all into it, except one of my brothers, who is afraid of horses. He didn't even touch them. Oddly, it's my older younger brother (does that make sense?? Landon's twelve, Carson's seven, they're both younger than me but Landon is older) that is scared. He'll warm up to them.
We don't have any tack (saddles, bridles, etc), and the woman we who owns the horses (an AWESOME person named Kim) had lent hers for the time being, so we hopped on bareback. Which makes it sound a lot more professional then it actually was.
Even my DAD was riding! Bo is so tame that when my dad leaped onto him and scrambled into a sitting position (a funny sight), he just stood there! It was great.
This is Carson atop Yoshi. I was so glad when Carson joined in on our horse-mania! He was never super into our whole horses scheme, not like us girls were, but once we were there he wanted to ride. And man, he hopped on Yoshi, and I led him around the corrall a few times, then Kloey led him around for a long time, and he wouldn't get off!
Kloey on Big Bo. Now, Kloey's not exactly obese, but she's not a small kid. She's quite tall for ten years old, and look how small she looks on Bo!
20.2.10
Hair and Photos (but not hairy photos)
Secondly: Photos. I have been having an excellent time on Picnik lately! It's very exciting. I really want to upgrade to Picnik PREMIUM. That would be sweeet.
I meant to upload my beautiful photos on here to show y'all, but it's not working. I'll show you later.
13.2.10
Links
New Favorite Songs:
"Heaven" by Bryan Adams
"Take Me Out" by Franz Ferdinand
"Are You Gonna Be My Girl" by JET
"Turn Me Loose" by Loverboy
"Cha-Ching" by Hedley
"Gives You Hell" by the All-American Rejects
"Mr. Brightside" by the Killers
I recommend listening to them.
1.2.10
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Sorry, guys.
Except I'm lately into yoga.















