Hanson's new single! Anyone surprised that I am posting this?
Mother Nature is a tease
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A couple of days ago Mother Nature had shed her winter coat, revealing spring beauty - blue skies, green grass, warmer temperatures. It's a wonderful feeling to go outside with naked arms, but unfortunately the sleeveless-ness weather came to an abrupt end for the ground is white once more.
Punxsutawney Phil, I sure hope you weren't lying about that early spring.
Punxsutawney Phil, I sure hope you weren't lying about that early spring.
Violins and Lances
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When mom called to ask if I wanted to return south for a week, I was hesitant. There are a number of reasons why I dislike my hometown, hence my lack of eagerness to return. Mom, however, knew this and was prepared. "Barrage is coming to town," she informed me, "and FlaRF starts up the same weekend."
Next thing I knew I was on a plane, leaving my icy driveway behind.
Saturday night was the first time I saw Barrage in about five and a half years. Even though I didn't recognize most of the musicians, it was still the fun, high-energy show that I remembered. But don't just take my word for it; check out the video and see for yourself :)
Most groups will sneak away to a tour bus after a concert, but not these guys. After their two-hour concert they still came outside, wearing smiles, to sign merchandise and answer questions. (My signed copy of Scrapbook has been playing nonstop since then).
The next day was FlaRF (known to many as the Florida Renaissance Festival). After 11 years of attending, it shouldn't be a surprise when I say that the faire has played a huge role in my life. It's where I had my first job. It's where I learned a bunch of tidbits of the time era...like the belief that women only have half a soul. It is where some great friendships had started. And it also helped me to find Barrage. Lost? Let me explain. One of my friends at the faire was ShaeLaurel, a family band who introduced me to the wonderful genres of Irish and Folk music. A band who showed me that violin music can be (GASP) fun! If it hadn't been for them, I probably would have ignored the advertisement for Barrage. The fast fiddlin' and impressive choreography in the commercial reminded me of a ShaeLaurel show... I knew I had to go. The rest is history.
So thank you FlaRF for the work experience, the memories, and for introducing me to great music.
And I guess we'll never know exactly where this river's gonna flow. And I guess we'll never understand till we reach that promised land. - "River" by Hanson
Next thing I knew I was on a plane, leaving my icy driveway behind.
Saturday night was the first time I saw Barrage in about five and a half years. Even though I didn't recognize most of the musicians, it was still the fun, high-energy show that I remembered. But don't just take my word for it; check out the video and see for yourself :)
Most groups will sneak away to a tour bus after a concert, but not these guys. After their two-hour concert they still came outside, wearing smiles, to sign merchandise and answer questions. (My signed copy of Scrapbook has been playing nonstop since then).
The next day was FlaRF (known to many as the Florida Renaissance Festival). After 11 years of attending, it shouldn't be a surprise when I say that the faire has played a huge role in my life. It's where I had my first job. It's where I learned a bunch of tidbits of the time era...like the belief that women only have half a soul. It is where some great friendships had started. And it also helped me to find Barrage. Lost? Let me explain. One of my friends at the faire was ShaeLaurel, a family band who introduced me to the wonderful genres of Irish and Folk music. A band who showed me that violin music can be (GASP) fun! If it hadn't been for them, I probably would have ignored the advertisement for Barrage. The fast fiddlin' and impressive choreography in the commercial reminded me of a ShaeLaurel show... I knew I had to go. The rest is history.
So thank you FlaRF for the work experience, the memories, and for introducing me to great music.
And I guess we'll never know exactly where this river's gonna flow. And I guess we'll never understand till we reach that promised land. - "River" by Hanson
Strong Enough To Break
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Been runnin' through my mind today
Scenarios to add to your hypocrisy
No one ever takes the blame
But everyone is searching for a cure to the pain
Nothing ever seems to change
Oh, nothing ever seems to change
We just play like broken records in a deaf man's charade
<3 Strong Enough To Break <3
I wish the real world would just stop hassling me
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My worst nightmare has come true - I am one of those lost college graduates wandering the streets, looking for employment. Looking for...more.
I never thought that I would be one of those people who didn't know what they wanted, who didn't have a plan. After all, I had always known what I wanted and had a plan to achieve to it. As time passed within the university's walls, I became less sure of my goals. Do I really want to go into research? And if so, what field? Trying to make such a decision had put me in a near panic. And then my advisor told me -
"Take a year off. Gain some experience. Grad schools prefer you to do this, anyway."
So that's what I'm doing - taking some time off. Maybe I'll be thankful for this advice later, but right now I hate it. About six weeks of being in the real world , I'm dying to be back in the classroom.
Job-hunting has got to be one of the most discouraging tasks ever. As much as I'd hate to have some crap job, it looks like that's what's going to happen. Because at this point it's all about survival. This, however, doesn't provide any comfort. If anything, I'm more afraid. What if grad schools don't approve of how I spent my time off? I highly doubt that my undergraduate career would impress them. So what then? Would I then do what I least desire and become a psychologist? Great. [No offense to any psychologists, of course. I just really don't want to counsel other people].
Yes I realize I may be overreacting, but can you blame me? My entire future rests on a giant IF. I think I have the right to overreact.
Now excuse me while I go back to the brutal job hunting.
I wonder what it's like to be the head honcho/I wonder what I'd do if they all did just what I said/I'd shout out an order, "I think we're out of this man, get me some." - Real World by Matchbox 20
I never thought that I would be one of those people who didn't know what they wanted, who didn't have a plan. After all, I had always known what I wanted and had a plan to achieve to it. As time passed within the university's walls, I became less sure of my goals. Do I really want to go into research? And if so, what field? Trying to make such a decision had put me in a near panic. And then my advisor told me -
"Take a year off. Gain some experience. Grad schools prefer you to do this, anyway."
So that's what I'm doing - taking some time off. Maybe I'll be thankful for this advice later, but right now I hate it. About six weeks of being in the real world , I'm dying to be back in the classroom.
Job-hunting has got to be one of the most discouraging tasks ever. As much as I'd hate to have some crap job, it looks like that's what's going to happen. Because at this point it's all about survival. This, however, doesn't provide any comfort. If anything, I'm more afraid. What if grad schools don't approve of how I spent my time off? I highly doubt that my undergraduate career would impress them. So what then? Would I then do what I least desire and become a psychologist? Great. [No offense to any psychologists, of course. I just really don't want to counsel other people].
Yes I realize I may be overreacting, but can you blame me? My entire future rests on a giant IF. I think I have the right to overreact.
Now excuse me while I go back to the brutal job hunting.
I wonder what it's like to be the head honcho/I wonder what I'd do if they all did just what I said/I'd shout out an order, "I think we're out of this man, get me some." - Real World by Matchbox 20
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