A Random Story About: Almost Passing Out

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Apparently, this story is absolutely hilarious for everyone except me. However, as I am sitting here studying, it popped into my head and actually made me laugh. So hopefully this will brighten someones day in someway. 

In high school, my boyfriend was coming over, so I decided I was going to cook a turkey dinner. Carrots, asparagus, mashed potatoes and cinnamon buns, the whole shebang. So as the turkey is in the oven, I hear a loud cracking noise. I look in the oven and see that the ceramic pan is in half with the bagged turkey sitting on top. So, to save the turkey, I start to pull the bag out, but one of the corners catches and rips the bag open, spilling turkey juice all over my oven and kitchen floor. Panicked, I grabbed a glass plate to temporarily put the turkey on as I cleaned the floor. As I am holding the glass pan, I slip in the turkey juice, drop the pan, the pan breaks, I fall… onto the glass shards from the broken pan.

Fun tidbit, I pass out when I see blood. I look down and my hands are bleeding and everything starts to get dark. My boyfriend runs in from the other room, after having heard the large crash. My dog also decides to make a trip in to investigate and starts licking the turkey juice/glass shard mixture. To help prevent myself from passing out I have to lay on the floor in the cold. Perfect, it was snowing! As my boyfriend is asking if I’m okay, I run out of the room, flailing and running into things, onto my back porch, where I lay in a pile of snow. I was finally able to come inside as my boyfriend operated on my hands and I lied with a glass of water on my head. Mem-or-iesss.

Final notes: 1. We did still eat the dinner, and never have I ever seen more wilted and sad looking asparagus. 2. My dog did not die 3. I did not get stitches, even though I should have 4. I did not pass out 5. My oven did catch on fire the next day when my mom turned it on.

Also, bare with me, this story is much more entertaining in person.

Let’s Talk About: Music & Life

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In my music history class, we’re learning about the operas of the enlightenment and how they are supposed to evoke strong emotion in audiences  and create relatable scenarios. When I’m think about it in class, to me it seems like such an obvious thing. Of course music should draw these noble and overwhelming feelings out of people, but that was something that took time to realize, starting in the Baroque Period.

 I’m currently in my room with First Aid Kit on my record player and I can feel those feelings. Music is so powerful and so capable of getting thoughts across that can’t simply put into words (even though music has lyrics, which are words, but you know what I mean, so pretend that didn’t happen). I don’t know if it is different from person to person, but for me, music is how I express myself, through my words or the words of someone else. Maybe it takes practice, listening to music over and over, before you are able to have these feelings come to the surface so easily. I’m really not sure. However, I think that music is so capable of so many amazing things. 

Sometimes I think I’m a rarity. I talk about music so much and get so excited and moved by it so quickly. I’m constantly talking about music and listening to music. Luckily, my roommate is awesome and has gotten used to my impassioned and a bit crazy chats about new music, new artists and festivals. 

But at the end of the day, I know I am not a rarity. I know music does this to everyone. It certainly has the power to. I guess that is why I think it is so silly that the people who lived long ago didn’t view music as a medium to help and move people, but then again, maybe the reason why there is emphasis on evoking emotion now is because it took so long to find. Finally, people have found the missing piece that they were searching for and that is an awesome thing.

 

Also, in case you were wondering, I am now officially late for class. THANKS MUSIC THANKS WORLD THANKS KERSCORNER…… heeeeelp.