A Guide to Christmas: Part One - Christmas Carols

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Here is my guide to the Christmas songs you hear in stores, on the radio, and some you may have on CD.

 1. If you don't know the words to a Christmas song that everyone else in the car/ house/ wherever you may be is singing, have no fear. You can just hum, or wait for less than a minute. They will probably start laughing and stop singing because they don't know the words either. If they can't make it through one verse of 'Joy to the World', that should be saying something.

2. If you feel the need to hit the person that wrote the song you happen to be listening to, try to just tune it out. That sometimes works. Otherwise, I fear you will have to just live with the terrible music. Sorry.

3. Expect the person singing to not be the best singer in the world. Always expect them to not be very good. There are some very good singers out there that are not afraid to sing Christmas music, so if you hear one that is really good, you can be happily surprised. I am not telling you to make fun of the people singing or anything like that, I am just saying that a lot of Christmas music singers aren't great.

4. If you can vaguely play any instrument under the sun, and you either tell people you can play or are forced to play in front of them, they will think you can play EVERY Christmas song under the Milky Way. And then they will make you play for them. And they will choose the weirdest song you can think of, like Jingle Bell Rock *twitch twitch*. 

5. Beware that there are several categories of Christmas music: Songs that actually celebrate Christ's birth or tell about that glorious time, songs that celebrate Santa, presents, and candy, and instrumental music that can be either. If you like the tune of some of the songs that celebrate Santa, presents, and candy, but don't like the words, here's an idea for you: Get an instrumental version and make up your own words to it.

Please remember that in this post, I am not saying anything bad about Christmas songs, the singers, or the people who wrote the songs. I am just stating that some Christmas songs aren't great, I've heard some really, really bad singers that are singing Christmas music, and I have no idea where some people get their ideas for their Christmas music, because they make it twisted and slightly morbid.

NOTE: NO REINDEER WERE HARMED IN THE MAKING OF THIS POST. 
  

An Update on Me

Well, by now you probably think that I disappeared off the face of the earth, never to be heard from again, or the earth swallowed me up whole or something like that. But, unfortunately for those who don't like listening to me gush about puffles and the like, that is not so. I'm still here!

Ok, so if you think aaaaaaaaaalllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll the way back to my first post, back in August of 2010, you'll remember that I said I have lived in three different homes. That hasn't changed. I still have lived in only three different homes. We moved back to my first house, out in the middle of the Texas Hill Country (Maybe I'll tell you the story behind that next post). It is just as awesome, if not more awesome, than I remember. Lots of trees, the Hollow, and lots of good rocks. So that move took us a while, and that's mostly what I've been doing to not blog in so long.

I would've posted on Saturday (maybe), except for one very, very good reason: I was busy.  I was busy auditioning for REGION Orchestra. Later on, as we were about to leave a Target, Mom got a text from my private lesson teacher, who also happened to be one of the judges. I made 6th chair first violin out of over 200 people trying out. To make this even more astounding, there are 36 first violin chairs. And I was up against high schoolers.

Something else that happened since the last time I blogged: Mustang came down for the last time before the big move. We had a ton of fun goofing off, playing our strange games and whatnot. One special thing that is worth noting and is almost too hilarious (but didn't seem like it at the time, at least not to Mustang and I): Mustang, her dad, and I were out eating at Culver's. After we left, we convinced him to go to one of the nearby Redboxes to see if they had The Avengers. That Redbox was out of stock of it. He decided to take us to another very close Redbox. They were out of stock too. We had just given up, when I remembered there was a Redbox at a gas place... So we turned the other direction from home and went to the place. We scrambled frantically out half laughing like lunatics and half sincerely hoping that it was there. We were in luck: they had ONE left. Mustang slid the card. And then slid it again. And again. And again, until we called her dad over. HE slid the card about four times, then Mustang busts out laughing. Once she finally got ahold of herself, she said between laughter spasms, "I forgot to press pay!" Then she continued laughing, and I joined her while her dad pretended to glare at her. Finally, we got the movie home, laughing all the way, and watched it. As we bounded up the front steps, grinning and laughing, I called to my brother "We got it! The Avengers!"

One last thing that is coming up in the next couple weeks is my birthday. I turn 11 exactly 2 weeks from today.

Well, I guess that's all the exciting stuff for now. I'll be trying to get back in my blogging spirit now, so... wish me luck, I guess!

I Do NOT Like Chair Tests

I really, really, REALLY do NOT like chair tests. I, Firefly, again sit 4th or 5th chair. I have not bothered to ask why they still think I'm a worthless player, as that is how they make me feel. They make me feel like I am just as bad as when I had the flu. Isn't that a WONDERFUL thought?

I do NOT like chair tests. So if my best isn't good enough to play 'Star Wars', why am I in book 4 practicing Vivaldi?!?!?And they won't tell me what I did wrong, why I'm so bad at playing ' Star Wars'. If they told me that, I'd still be mad at 5th chair, but at least I'd know what to make sure to practice next time.

Maybe it's because THEY don't know what I did wrong. Maybe it's 'cause they just decided that So and So needed to sit in front of me, and Blah Blah, too, till I was pushed back all the way to fifth.  That's teetering on the line of 2nd violin, and I know it. 

What fun.