-I am so glad I've been able to see When every night. I don't have words to describe it. I would recommend that you go see it, but if you're reading this, you're probably in it. I'll be there closing night, and for strike. No matter how sick I am.
-I'm so excited for All Shook Up. It's going to be an amazing experience. My biggest ambitions were to make the primary dance ensemble AND I DID! Although I'm not the greatest dancer in the world, I'm going to work my hardest. I'm also working hard for Stage Door. I really, really want to be in it. I know I can act, and I know I can do it fairly well, but Jan and Andy haven't seen it. My monologues always go awry in auditions. Not this time.
-Today I was sick and not able to make it anywhere past my home. I was rather dissapointed because I love B days, Tuacahn, and all the people there. I logged onto facebook and there was a message from Chelsea Green telling me not only that Winter Ball was back on (Which I am ecstatic for) and asking me how I was doing because I wasn't at school today. Then I get a chat pop-up from Karli Rasmussen asking me where I was today and saying it was a bummer not having me around today. Little mentions like that really make my LIFE. I truly remember them all. Nothing makes me happier.
Life is full of... Life, lately. More to come.
So we go,
Armando
Monday, November 22, 2010
Monday, November 1, 2010
40 things on my mind.
1. I am the best apple-bobber in the world.
2. Writing a brand new song as a way to say yes isn't going to work. Must think of something new and original soon.
3. You know that thing girls do when the hold out that the last letter of each word? (i.e. Yessss) For some reason that's way attractive.
4. I said girls do that because it's not masculine at all. Please slap me if you ever catch me doing that.
5. Ponytails are also very attractive.
6. Pretzels and orange juice.
7. Bees
8. I only ever have homework in ONE class.
9. I really need to find an audition monologue.
10. I really need to find an audition song.
11. I really need to find a way to prepare for auditions.
12. I'm not a fan of math.
13. I need to stop overthinking things (especially math)
14. Sometimes, people will be so attractive at times that I don't know what to say, or anything. Frustrates me.
15. I feel left out a lot because I am included so much.
16. I wish I had superpowers.
17. I wish I could give superpowers.
18. I wish I could grant everyone's wishes.
19. I'm not afraid of anything anymore.
20. Nail polish is horrendously disgusting. Dsfargeg
21. I'LL SHOW YOU WHO'S THE ALPHA-EST ALPHA! COME AT ME BRO
22. I'm trying so hard to please everyone.
23. I hate it when people don't take what I offer.
24. Selena always takes what I offer
25. I miss the connection Victoria and I had. I wonder what happened. I'm trying to mend it.
26. I try to make every moment with Natalie like that time on the bus.
27. So important to me.
28. I need to touch and be touched.
29. People don't reciprocate my feelings. Even though they're not romantic feelings.
30. 日本語!
31. Unos cosas nadamas se pueden decir en espanol.
32. I see my phone has a message and look to see who it's from. Computers.
33. I'm going to text people a simple hi, letting them know that I care about them and acknowldge having them in my life.
34. I care too much.
35. I would do a lot of things for a klondike bar.
36. I will do ANYTHING for some pretzels+OJ
37. I already know who and how I'm asking my prom date to prom.
38. I want to be able to sing way high.
39. Tenors get the girls. Baritones are single forever.
40. I love being acknowledged more than anything else.
2. Writing a brand new song as a way to say yes isn't going to work. Must think of something new and original soon.
3. You know that thing girls do when the hold out that the last letter of each word? (i.e. Yessss) For some reason that's way attractive.
4. I said girls do that because it's not masculine at all. Please slap me if you ever catch me doing that.
5. Ponytails are also very attractive.
6. Pretzels and orange juice.
7. Bees
8. I only ever have homework in ONE class.
9. I really need to find an audition monologue.
10. I really need to find an audition song.
11. I really need to find a way to prepare for auditions.
12. I'm not a fan of math.
13. I need to stop overthinking things (especially math)
14. Sometimes, people will be so attractive at times that I don't know what to say, or anything. Frustrates me.
15. I feel left out a lot because I am included so much.
16. I wish I had superpowers.
17. I wish I could give superpowers.
18. I wish I could grant everyone's wishes.
19. I'm not afraid of anything anymore.
20. Nail polish is horrendously disgusting. Dsfargeg
21. I'LL SHOW YOU WHO'S THE ALPHA-EST ALPHA! COME AT ME BRO
22. I'm trying so hard to please everyone.
23. I hate it when people don't take what I offer.
24. Selena always takes what I offer
25. I miss the connection Victoria and I had. I wonder what happened. I'm trying to mend it.
26. I try to make every moment with Natalie like that time on the bus.
27. So important to me.
28. I need to touch and be touched.
29. People don't reciprocate my feelings. Even though they're not romantic feelings.
30. 日本語!
31. Unos cosas nadamas se pueden decir en espanol.
32. I see my phone has a message and look to see who it's from. Computers.
33. I'm going to text people a simple hi, letting them know that I care about them and acknowldge having them in my life.
34. I care too much.
35. I would do a lot of things for a klondike bar.
36. I will do ANYTHING for some pretzels+OJ
37. I already know who and how I'm asking my prom date to prom.
38. I want to be able to sing way high.
39. Tenors get the girls. Baritones are single forever.
40. I love being acknowledged more than anything else.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Party tiem
So, for the longest time we've been in school. It's good to be back. Shakespeare is awesome. I'm way excited for the Renaissance Feaste. I'm taking Caleb's position as Herald, and am having a blast just being at school without having to do anything. Tuacahn has an energy that just makes me feel GOOD. But lately, I've been going to a party every weekend. Lots of fun. Caleb and Mike's prophecies are coming true. But this weekend... I was reminded of a series of reoccuring dreams I've had...
Ugh. Alright, enough about that. Romance is in the air at Tuacahn. I feel it in the others. People come to me for romantic advice (Which is odd because I have no experiece). And people have been plotting and executing plans to woo others, but I have plans of my own...
Ugh. Alright, enough about that. Romance is in the air at Tuacahn. I feel it in the others. People come to me for romantic advice (Which is odd because I have no experiece). And people have been plotting and executing plans to woo others, but I have plans of my own...
Monday, August 16, 2010
To all the nice guys.
As requested by Tristan Benedict. I wrote this one night after listening to a friend whine about things. I felt like he needed a little bit of inspiration.
For all the nice guys:
This is a tribute to all the nice guys. The nice guys who finish last,
that never become more than friends. That endure hours of whining and
moaning about what dicks guys are, while disproving the very point.
This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean
on while restraining themselves to a tentative hug. Those guys who
hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently
outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of
the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/funny/smart
their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know
most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of those guys
with open minds, laid-back attitudes, and honest concern. This is in
honor of those guys who respect a girl's every facet, from her privacy
to her theology to her clothing style.
This is for the guys that escort their drunk, bewildered female
friends from parties and never take advantage once they're at her
door. For the guys that accompany the girl to Denny's as buffers against
the rest of the creepy male population. For the guys who know a girl
is fishing for compliments but gives them out anyway. The guys who
play by the rules when the rules favor cheaters. For the guys who are
accredited as boyfriend material but somehow never end up being
boyfriends. For the nice guys that are overlooked, underestimated and
under-appreciated. For all the nice guys who are manipulated, mislead,
and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.
This is for that time when she left 40 urgent messages on your phone,
and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly
dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And
even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you
assured her that it was all OK and she shouldn't worry about it. This
is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you've ever
orchestrated in Halo 3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked
her and the guy that she thinks is the most repulsive person in the
world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing
against the guy, you paused your game for two hours and helped devise
a counter rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that
time when she didn't have a date, and after numerous vows that there
was nothing "serious" between you two, she dragged you to a party
where you knew nobody, the food was awful, and she flirted shamelessly
with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to
everyone "oh, but we're just friends!" And even though you were
invited purely as a symbolic warm body to her ego, you went anyways.
Because you're nice like that.
The nice guys don't often get credit where credit is due. And, perhaps
more disturbingly, the nice guy doesn't find himself in a relationship
as often as he should. And I wish I could logically explain this
trend, but I can't. From what I have observed on campus, and from what
I have learned from friends at other schools and in the work place, is
that many girls are just illogical, manipulative people. Many of them
say they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a
specimen, they say irrational, confusing things, like "oh, he's too
nice to date" or "He would be a good boyfriend but he's not for me" or
the most frustrating of all, "No, it would ruin our friendship." Yet,
they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they
expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize
for the men that are jerks. Sorry guys, girls like that are beyong my
ability to fathom. I can't figure out why the connection breaks
between what they say (I just want date a nice guy!) and what they do
(I'm going to date this complete jerk now!). But one thing I can do,
is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn't last
forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of
thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking
them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even
trickier, finding the ones that are single.
So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice
guys. You know who you are, and I know you're sick of hearing yourself
as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs
you patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your
party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty
smile. For all the crazy, insane, absurd things you tolerate. For all
the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my
accolades, my acknowledgment, and my gratitude go out to you. You do
have credibility in this society, and your well-deserved vindication
is coming.
For all the nice guys:
This is a tribute to all the nice guys. The nice guys who finish last,
that never become more than friends. That endure hours of whining and
moaning about what dicks guys are, while disproving the very point.
This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean
on while restraining themselves to a tentative hug. Those guys who
hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently
outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of
the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/funny/smart
their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know
most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of those guys
with open minds, laid-back attitudes, and honest concern. This is in
honor of those guys who respect a girl's every facet, from her privacy
to her theology to her clothing style.
This is for the guys that escort their drunk, bewildered female
friends from parties and never take advantage once they're at her
door. For the guys that accompany the girl to Denny's as buffers against
the rest of the creepy male population. For the guys who know a girl
is fishing for compliments but gives them out anyway. The guys who
play by the rules when the rules favor cheaters. For the guys who are
accredited as boyfriend material but somehow never end up being
boyfriends. For the nice guys that are overlooked, underestimated and
under-appreciated. For all the nice guys who are manipulated, mislead,
and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.
This is for that time when she left 40 urgent messages on your phone,
and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly
dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And
even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you
assured her that it was all OK and she shouldn't worry about it. This
is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you've ever
orchestrated in Halo 3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked
her and the guy that she thinks is the most repulsive person in the
world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing
against the guy, you paused your game for two hours and helped devise
a counter rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that
time when she didn't have a date, and after numerous vows that there
was nothing "serious" between you two, she dragged you to a party
where you knew nobody, the food was awful, and she flirted shamelessly
with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to
everyone "oh, but we're just friends!" And even though you were
invited purely as a symbolic warm body to her ego, you went anyways.
Because you're nice like that.
The nice guys don't often get credit where credit is due. And, perhaps
more disturbingly, the nice guy doesn't find himself in a relationship
as often as he should. And I wish I could logically explain this
trend, but I can't. From what I have observed on campus, and from what
I have learned from friends at other schools and in the work place, is
that many girls are just illogical, manipulative people. Many of them
say they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a
specimen, they say irrational, confusing things, like "oh, he's too
nice to date" or "He would be a good boyfriend but he's not for me" or
the most frustrating of all, "No, it would ruin our friendship." Yet,
they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they
expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize
for the men that are jerks. Sorry guys, girls like that are beyong my
ability to fathom. I can't figure out why the connection breaks
between what they say (I just want date a nice guy!) and what they do
(I'm going to date this complete jerk now!). But one thing I can do,
is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn't last
forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of
thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking
them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even
trickier, finding the ones that are single.
So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice
guys. You know who you are, and I know you're sick of hearing yourself
as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs
you patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your
party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty
smile. For all the crazy, insane, absurd things you tolerate. For all
the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my
accolades, my acknowledgment, and my gratitude go out to you. You do
have credibility in this society, and your well-deserved vindication
is coming.
Monday, August 9, 2010
Hyperion
So, this year, by some stroke of luck, I found out I could sing. Tuacahn did a production of "Once on this Island." A adaption of The Little Mermaid set in Haiti. At some point before rehearsals started, I heard that Jan really needed more boys. I came up and asked her if she wanted me in it. She enthusiastically said yes, so I got into a musical without even auditioning. During rehearsals, I always sang inside my comfort zone, which is two octaves lower than humanly possible. I didn't think I could sing, I just wanted to be there so I could have an idea of the process. Eventually, I started singing louder, and louder, and higher, and higher. It came to the point where I was hitting every note I should, instead of every note I wanted. When we started doing rehearsals in the amphitheater, I actually started getting into it. I started hitting the higher notes for me (Which I realize now aren't exactly high at all, haha) And then during a run-through of "Pray", I hit everything perfectly, and loudly enough that it was really good. A friend of mine turned to me and said, "Holy crap, Armando! I didn't know you could sing!" Honestly, neither did I. This comment changed my life, because I started singing on my own, in the shower, at church, just for fun.
When the end of school came, I noticed that Hyperion auditions were coming up. I decided to audition, sort of as a joke, because I honestly didn't think I was going to make it. I prepared a monologue, and a song. Mike and Caleb told me that my monologue wasn't the best, because it was "Locker talk." A phrase I'd never heard before. So I changed my monologue last minute, and went in to the audition feeling prepared. So I start my monologue, everything's going smooth, and the words stop coming out of my mouth. I look into my mind for them, but they're running away. I forgot my monologue. They say its OK, and we head onto my song. Same thing, everything going smooth, and then BAM. Its gone. I had forgotten both my song AND my monologue in my first audition ever. The dance audition goes well, I had a lot of fun. Anyway, the sign showing who made it gets posted. I take a look, and my name is on it. I was dumbfounded. I didn't think I would have ever made it in a hundred years. I have no experience, I BARELY found out I could sing, I had never danced before, and I my only strong point was acting, which isn't as big without the other two parts in Musical Theatre. I was really excited.
BUT. This summer came with some news. AJ and Adam Maynes are leaving. I don't even know the situation with Tino, but I hear he's going too. Jake was going to leave, luckily he's not. But with those three leaving, that means three girls would have to leave too. Unless we get some talented juniors and seniors next year... we're going to have to take from freshman. It's going to be an interesting year in Hyperion.
And so we go,
Armando
When the end of school came, I noticed that Hyperion auditions were coming up. I decided to audition, sort of as a joke, because I honestly didn't think I was going to make it. I prepared a monologue, and a song. Mike and Caleb told me that my monologue wasn't the best, because it was "Locker talk." A phrase I'd never heard before. So I changed my monologue last minute, and went in to the audition feeling prepared. So I start my monologue, everything's going smooth, and the words stop coming out of my mouth. I look into my mind for them, but they're running away. I forgot my monologue. They say its OK, and we head onto my song. Same thing, everything going smooth, and then BAM. Its gone. I had forgotten both my song AND my monologue in my first audition ever. The dance audition goes well, I had a lot of fun. Anyway, the sign showing who made it gets posted. I take a look, and my name is on it. I was dumbfounded. I didn't think I would have ever made it in a hundred years. I have no experience, I BARELY found out I could sing, I had never danced before, and I my only strong point was acting, which isn't as big without the other two parts in Musical Theatre. I was really excited.
BUT. This summer came with some news. AJ and Adam Maynes are leaving. I don't even know the situation with Tino, but I hear he's going too. Jake was going to leave, luckily he's not. But with those three leaving, that means three girls would have to leave too. Unless we get some talented juniors and seniors next year... we're going to have to take from freshman. It's going to be an interesting year in Hyperion.
And so we go,
Armando
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Updatan gaems
So dear blog-readers. Here's the story. I went to a stake dance the
other day, and it was MUCH better than expected. I had been having
such great confidence in myself without getting a big head, and I feel
like it has been a noticeable difference. I have friends from
Hurricane point out directly that "you've become a lot more outgoing.
It's awesome." Anyway, at the dance I had NO inhibitions. I let it all
hang out, and I had a great time, just as I expected. Here's where
things get interesting. I don't know of any of you have heard "I’m
your daddy" by Weezer, but the beginning of the song is exactly what
happened. "I though tonight would start like every other night. I’d
party with my friends. But when I saw you cruising down the dance
floor, normal came to an end." I saw this girl, and some memory came
back from when I went to school in hurricane. This girl had always
stood out in my eye. I never learned her name, I just noticed this
girl all the time. She was there at the dance, dancing with her friend
(who happened to be my good friends Ex) and I was frozen for a moment.
I asked her to dance, I learned her name, it was fun, I asked her to
Dance later in the night as well. It was great. After the first dance
I learn that my good friend's friend liked her. So I figure I'll play
wingman and tell the girl's best friend about that, because that's the
smart thing to do. A girl is way more likely to think positively of a
guy if her best friend approves. So I go on with that plan, and
somehow she ends up asking me if /I/ liked her. I tell her "err...
Yeah... She's insanely attractive." I go home from the dance (In which
I rocked.) and my friend asks me if I'm going to pursue this girl. I
tell him I don't know. I go to Tuacahn, and it'd be a little difficult
for me. He agrees and then tells me that friend's friend has some
serious competition anyway. I laugh it off. The next day I log onto
facebook in the morning because I leave it open while I'm playing
vidya gaems, and I see that the girl had requested me as a friend on
facebook! This was my face when I saw that.
I had barely talked to the girl, and that really made me happy. I’m
pretty sure that she did so because Best Friend had told her what I
thought of her. My friend told me that his friend would have a hard
time if I decided to pursue this girl. I didn't believe him, really. I
had zero confidence when it came to girls because I had This Mindset. Things are definitely changing. I have acquired a
nice confidence that I feel I can keep from expanding my head, and I
have pretty much lost my inhibitions. I need to thank Mike, Caleb, and
Reece here, on that part. I really owe a lot more than I can say to
hose guys. But I'm still way new on interacting with girls, and that
mindset sticks. I'm having trouble deciding if I should talk to her
over facebook, or something. Facebook conversing is a big thing for
me, for some irrational reason. I'm afraid of it. I'm scared, and I
know I shouldn’t be. I'm way shy, but that's mostly changed, despite
old habits dying hard. I just overthink everything, that's my
problem. I just have a fear of... Rejection? I don't know. I don’t
know what to do, haha. Help? I just need to hear my two inspirational
words and I'll be good to go. MAN UP. Thanks for listening.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Lately.
- So, I've been feeling better after being around people. I can survive the rest of the summer now, haha.
- Billy Mays passed away a year ago on the 28th. I was the only one who mourned.
- I'm starting Voice lessons with Brodie Perry today. I feel like that makes me officially a singer. I'm really excited.
- I'm in a Musical for today, the 2nd, and the 3rd. Honk! Jr. I'm the Farmer's voice and a ton of tech work. My little sister is a much bigger part in it. One of the four ducklings. Come see us in Hurricane. It's a really... cute... play.
- Lake on monday. Fun stuff.
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