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Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Music, Expressing Things That Can't Be Said

      Music has always been a part of our culture, whether cave man or sophisticated king. Like the tale of Pan, the god of wild things and the pan flute, music has always been so strong that it takes up a part of our history.

      I believe that music is a way to say love, hate, sadness, or jealousy without ever saying a word. It's the most powerful type of talking because it invokes feelings so that the listener can take the music and make it part of him. Nowadays it's hard to get feelings from music because it's all heart throbbing, jumping up and down, mash pit stuff that talks about sex and late nights at the club with a newfound beau. It used to be that music was wordless and only used the emotions of the listener to give it it's power. Maybe it's a personal thing with me, but I think that the reason people like the mash pit music is because it is safer and easier to listen to then symphonies and great ballads. For example, I recently listened to a track that told the story of a man. He falls in love with a woman but it's a false love, she betrays him and ends up being burned alive for being a witch. Yet while she's dying he still loves her and he pledges his heart to the girl. But, as all stories do, his life moves and and he forgets about her. But when he dies he goes to hell to be tormented by a hag he discovers is the soul of that witch. It's a difficult piece of music to figure out and it teaches a lesson.

      Music that has only words of love and lust is easy to listen to so most of the populace listens to that and they distain anything with the words "old", "modest", or "symphony" near it. It takes a bit of time to be able to listen to classical music and not die of boredom. It also takes a mature mind... little kids can listen to classical music but everything they hear is a blur and all they see in their heads is swirls and bursts of color. To close your eyes and see and feel a song is a wonderful but hard-won thing.

      What brought this on you ask?

      I recently went to a high school concert for the end of the year to showcase all their hard work. It was a wonderful concert but all my friends confided that they found all the songs - except for the violin rendition of Apologize - boring. I don't know how, my foot was tapping along to all the songs. But when I think about it, I realize that they have only been exposed to the mash pit music and therefore the slower, more meaningful songs such as the Cannon Waltz and Swan Lake would seem boring and slow to them. There is a reason those songs are still listened to after one hundred years while Justin Beiber will be older than Bob Marley by the time I turn twenty five. I love them dearly, but my friends have been close minded to listening to music. As a favor to your favorite Irish Princess, listen to a song called "In the Hall of the Mountain King" with an open mind. It might surprise you what happens when you just let go of your walls and listen for the little muse inside you that can tell you the next great idea. Music feeds our muse, and not just Katy Perry and Lady Gaga. Try some Beetles, Beach boys, Rockapella, and if you're brave enough to open you eyes wide enough try some Hayden and Gershwin.

      Being able to listen with an open mind to a century old piece of music takes skill and willingness that shows you are an open mided individual who can think for yourself and make up your own moral and prefrences. Even if it's not in style at the moment, being true to yourslf and who you are is an important part and everyone.

      To cap off this enlightening post, I will request two things. One, the request I said above and Two, when you go to the next school concert or hear a ballad on the radio, try and listen without instantly scoffing and walking away. You might surprise yourself with who you are.

Irish Princess
      (in my dreams)
Rabecca

Saturday, May 21, 2011

Scottish Clans

      I am trying to find out if I can join a scottish clan or not, even though I have no idea if any of my blood has come from Scotland.

      It's probable that I have some scottish blood in me, my Dad's family came from Northern Europe countries but the problem is I don't know which clan would be mine, how I could join it, or even if I can. I'm an American and therefore I can't really claim any one nationality because I was raised eating sausages and pizza in the same meal, two nationalities that are no where near each other but mixed together in American society. I wish I could claim to be scottish, that I could eat haggis without puking, and dance the fast songs without tripping over my feet but I can't say any of that.

      All my life I've wanted to go to Scotland or Ireland (though Ireland sounds more fun in the sense of stories, Scotland has a lot more history and places to see though someone could argue it is the opposite way around.) This entire thing has been brought on because I am going to Scotland for slightly more than a week this summer and I really want to be able to claim that I do, in some small way, belong there more than a common tourist. But because I'm shy about asking for things in person, I'm writing this now is hopes that one of the people who glance at my blog while they browse can comment and answer my question.

Irish Princess
      (in my dreams)
Becca

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Skipping Class... :'(

      It doesn't count when you accidentally skip class right?

      I know how that sounds, like some cock and bull story that a kid would tell to get out of detention. But seriously, I'm going to school tomorrow and asking for detention because I feel horrible about the whole thing. But I have an honest good reason because I AM NOT THE KIND OF PERSON WHO CUTS CLASS! I promise.

      When I read I get sucked into the book and don't surface for anything, unless someone yells my name while shaking me so I lose my spot on the page. I'm serious, World War 111 could start and I wouldn't realize until a bullet slammed into my body. I can read for the entire day - forget to eat, move, hydrate - and I won't really notice. My Mom calls it me going into a coma. Truthfully this is all Mrs. Social Studies Class Teacher's fault because she gave me the book.

      The book in question is First Light, a story about a boy and a girl who are cousins but have never met each other. The Girl, Thea (can't tell if it's said Tia or Thea) who lives under the ice of Greenland where her people fled to from medieval Britain. She's never seen the sun or sky, never felt wind and she wants to find a way to expand her people's land but she ends up finding a path to the surface. The boy is taken by his father to Greenland for researching the glaciers. I loved the book, it had so many twists and turns and it was a descriptive paradise that I loved. I loved it a bit too much though.

      I recently came back from a basketball tournament (we got 4th place out of 6 teams, I know... pitiful) where I pulled a muscle. It really hurt and I couldn't do Gym today so my teacher sent me to the library to read a book. This book was the before mentioned First Light, which I ended up finishing in that one sitting. I looked around, saw my friends walking away and assumed the were walking to fourth block.

      Turns out that they were going to the buses because school was over. Yes, I'd been so absorbed in my book that I'd missed the last block. But honestly it wasn't entirely my fault (mostly it was but not totally) because our school has no fourth block bell, the librarians didn't call out their usual "Time to go Middle School!" warning, and the author was just so stinking good that I couldn't put the book down.

      Not my fault right? ...Nah, it was my fault. I'm just a retard person who gets sucked into books and loses all track of time, causing a probable telling off in the future.

      Yeah, that's my fascinating story into the life of a writing/reading -aholic who can't keep her head straight enough to notice that 3 hours had gone by, taking 2 class periods and a chance to improve my spanish grade with it. Yup... I'm such a dumby.

      Irish Princess (in my dreams)
Rabecca

Friday, April 15, 2011

Long Time No See Eh?

      So... I'm not going to apologize for not writing for almost a whole month, not even going on Blogger for a whole month, and being totally absorbed in my writing that I could hardly bother to check my e-mail. So... because I am not humbly apologizing for me ignoring you, my five readers, I'll just move on to what I came to talk about today.


      www.fetchmp3.com

      I was introduced to this heavenly website by a friend who will remain un-named. Basically it is one of those down-loadable sites for songs. We've all seen our share of them. This one, however skeptical you may be about using sites such as this, is different. Special. It get the downloads from You-Tube meaning you can find any video and turn it into a sound file to put on Itunes and onto your Ipod. For example, I just finished downloading I Need a Hero by Bonnie Tyler. It is simple really, you go on youtube, find the song you want, copy the URL, then paste in the search bar of the site. It finds the song you chose, you click the + symbol and it downloads. Tada! You have a new, freely-gotten, song to put on your Ipod.


      I love music but I don't have much money to spend on it, or if I do it takes forever for me actually to remember to go to the computer and click the BUY NOW button. This site is easy to use and you can be listening on youtube, find a song you just gotta have, then have it on your ipod two minutes later (if you have a fast internet, if not then it's ten minutes at the most) to rock out to.


      I figured I should share this little nugget with all of you... all five of you... anyway, I love this site and right now I'm being annoyingly repetitive so I'll say so long,though not as long as a month this time.


Irish Princess
      (in my dreams)
Rabecca

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Make Sense?

   Does it make sense, I ask you with a honest humble heart, to do forty math questions for math homework? Does it make sense to make up with perhaps eighty or twelve hundred because you missed two night of math home work? Does it make sense to do math at all?

   I shall giveth my answer.

   NO!

   I missed three nights of homework. I am now supposed to do all of them! I know it's my fault but I'm entitled to whine a bit because I HAVE A LIFE! Oh my gosh! I do, yes I really do Mrs. Pre-Algebra teacher. Just because we only have your class every other day, doesn't mean you get to compensate by piling on homework! And you expect me you get it all done? Phft.

   I am a slightly lazy person, I understand that. But that doesn't mean I can't do math problems... the only problem is I have no motivation and personally I could really care less. It might be bad of me to say that but I don't care. I care about my grade in everything else, except Math because I find it worthless to me and my future.

   Not that I won't be doing addition and subtraction, multiplication and division every day but when will I ever have to find a variable in an equation with more letters than numbers (isn't that considered english, if a problem has more letters than numbers?) I think it is pointless.

   Just a waste of my life, yes I know it teaches you how to learn but can't they just teach me to learn in i dunno... english or gym? It's not like I'm going to become a math teacher or professor. I'll be going to college for the guys ladies, that it! I'll take a year or three then I'll be done with school!

   Anyway, I mentioned this same homework in a post prior to this one and I still haven't done it though I got my entire twenty-eight page art project done in one night... see? I can do things when I put my mind to it. But I'll be a good girl in this last dash for the end of the year  of middle school and I'll do all my homework from now on, but I'm not doing the previous homework because I am not insane.

   Yes. I promise to all you readers right now. From this moment to the end of the year I will get my homework done before writing and musical pursuits, even if it kills me (and trust me... it might) I would like to pass high school... getting a high school diploma is an important thing for college. Besides, I don't want to repeat middle school... that would suck to high heaven.

  Goodbye faithful readers, witnesses of my promise of certain death by thought

   Irish Princess
(in my dreams)
   Rabecca

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Anime Background Pictures





   I was searching for a background picture for my blog and I found some totally amazing anime pictures that are good quality and at least bigger than 100 KB. My favorite is at the top and they go down from best to still pretty awesome... I love all of them!


The guitar playing girl, my personal favorite seeing as i play the guitar myself and this is a very good drawing of a guitar.

My next favorite is the Final Kiss, I love this because it's apparent in the simple love and I like the cherry tree blossoms. Cheesy but totally romantic.



Third one down is the witch, she's really cool and I like the sassy folded arms and cute clothes, totally not the stereotype wart-nosed-witch.



   Fourth is none other than the fiery samurai sword princess Bizzan. Yes, she is wearing no clothes but in anime the "magical transformations" make the character naked... at least her hair covers her up. I love the vengeance but also the beauty made by the fire flowers in the background.



Flowers and Innocence is expressed in this next one, fifth one down. It is amazing the detail put into this. Look closely and you can see the shell of her ear and the  shadow inside her sleeve, the fence and trees are exquisite too.



   Next comes the haunted looking vampire straight from anime Twilight in sixth place, I like the dark colors and the wings but there also seems to be an innocent look on her face, the lace and ribbon bonnet making her seem young and delicate. I love the detail in the dress, the crossing laces and the ruffled sleeves, the way her shoes, headband, and dress match (which never happens in real life folks)



   It was a hard choice to choose between this being sixth and seventh but the vampire won. As close seventh is the magical girl in a drooping dress and with wings and a belt necklace. I love the sleep like quality, like sleeping beauty as she walks through the thorns to touch a glowing green light. I am envious of the way the artist made her limbs curved and soft looking without making it childish.



Eight goes to the slave woman chained in a puddle with pick flowers. Her hair is purple but that seems natural, though maybe I would have drawn her with some clothes on. I like the hand reaching out for help, it makes the viewer want to help her. Brown eyes convey innocence and mortality (everyone knows an immortal can't have brown eyes, unless he's Jacob)



Nine goes to umbrella lady in the boat. While it seems that her skirts would drag or a flower petal would get in her big brown doe eyes, it doesn't. Angel rays and the sun umbrella communicate innocence while the clothes convey that her time is certainty not the twenty first century.



Last in tenth place is the black haired schoolgirl looking over her shoulder in surprise while having an umbrella made of a leaf. This is only last because... the others were better but I love this one all the same. Her mouth is just a shadow and a small pit of pink, her eyes brow just a small line hidden by her bangs, but her expression is unmistakable. Maybe there's the boy she likes or she's just confused. What I like most it that her eyes are black and gray yet she's certainty not evil. The raised finger tells of dainty elegance.




   I love anime and I like to draw it but these surpass anything I have ever drawn. I don't know who the artists are and i haven't a clue of where I got the photos other than I found them on Google images. I own nothing and I didn't have a hand in creating these works of art but I find myself enchanted with each one. Though anime is Japanese and I love Ireland, I'm allowed to have a little diversity.  Anime is hard to draw but these make my drawings look like doodles... until next time...

   Irish Princess
(in my dreams)
Rabecca

Dogs

   Bulldogs are an amazing, gorgeously ugly.
   Last night my Dad told us we were talking the dog of a Marine who's leaving for Afghanistan, an ugly bulldog with a big overbite and sleepy eyes whose name is Jiggs after the Marine Corps... I don't know exactly what jiggs comes from but it's something to do with the Marine Corps. I love her already.

   She plays tug'o'war (actually she wins tug'o'war by pulling me over and tackling me) and she barks, she also loves to be petted and she' not actually that bad looking though she's certainty no beauty. This is her, laughing at us as we try and get her to pose and then it's her posing, obviously just humoring us by doing as we ask.

   I think that, even though she isn't exactly the beauty queen that she's perfect. She even knows tricks! (she can shake your hand, but only when she's calm and sitting) Jiggs loves playing and she's hyper, though maybe that's because her time schedule is messed up.

   Her owner used to leave her in a crate al day then take her out at night so she didn't sleep at all last night (Ha! She sleeps in my sister's room so she was barking all night and... well, serves her right for making my parents let the dog sleep in her room) At this moment we are watching her to make sure she doesn't take any naps so she's actually fall asleep tonight.

   Just a little history on my family and dogs:

   My family has always had a dog, wether is was our Great Dane Brutis (big as a friggin horse, at least it seemed like that to to me when I was four) or our Dachshund Dellie (that didn't last long at all) we have always had at least one dog.  Other pets have come along, like my Guinea Pig and Mom's parakeets, but our must-have was a dog.

   Last year, when I lived in Virginia we lived in a rented house. The land lord said pets were okay... as long as we paid around four thousand a year for possible damage (it wasn't even that great of a house, totally a cookie cutter bird house the same as every other house in the neighborhood). Suffice to say my parents said no to getting a dog. We lived like that for two years, whenever we saw a dog we'd fawn and coo over it because we were dog starved. Then I found out we were moving, I cheered up because we'd certainty get a dog in the next place, even if the next place turned out to be Saudi Arabia.

   But then... my Dad told us all that we had another two years to wait because my parents didn't want a mutt and they wanted a dog that they'd take with them where ever they went. Alas, my entire family became dog starved again. Our moral sank and our esteem of ourselves fell, we even stooped so low as to begin to feed the wild cats that live in our complex sardines and tuna.

   We babysat a golden retriever... her name was Bella Monster... for a good reason. An absolutely horrible dog, peeing on the carpets when she got excited and she didn't know how to play tug'o'war (which is a sin for dogs). Nevertheless, we were so starved that we loved her even though she chewed up my favorite pair of shoes.

   Months went by, dogs were forgotten as we became absorbed in our lives. Every once in a while we would sigh and reminisce about all of our old dogs then sigh and say "We need a dog." Dad would say, "Sorry but not now." And life would move on.

   When Dad told us that we were picking up a dog in twenty minutes, I thought it was another babysitting job or just a cruel joke. When he said that we'd be having to find a place for her to sleep and discussing wether getting a bulldog was a smart idea, I realized he was truly serious.

   We were getting a dog.

   We got a dog.

   We have a dog!

   After three years of horrible dry faces and hands, of perfect shoes, and tug-less tug'o'war ropes, we finally had a dog! Yes!

   A DOG!

   Can you tell that I am very happy? Nah, I bet you couldn't. Anyway, Thanks for reading...

   Irish Princess
(in my dreams)
   Rabecca