Vinyl Theatre, Misterwives, & Twenty One Pilots

This past Sunday night I had the pleasure of attending a Twenty One Pilots concert at the Knitting Factory in Spokane, and it was phenomenal. But I don't want to get ahead of myself, so I'll start from the beginning.

I wanted to be at least somewhat near the front, so I dragged my cousin Bekah to stand in line with me for 4+ hours. When they finally opened the doors to the venue, there was a mad dash to the stage. The first opening band was Vinyl Theatre. I have to admit that I've looked them up before and never really liked their music that much, but their songs were fantastic live. They had a lot of energy, and their lead singer belted out his lines so flawlessly and passionately that I fell in love right then and there.

Misterwives was next, and they were absolutely amazing. They had stage presence, rocked out on their respective instruments, and the lead singer belted out high notes and runs that were on another level of live singing.  They played some stuff from their most recent EP, but also gave us a taste of some new things off of their upcoming album. 

By the time they left the stage, everyone was growing restless for Twenty One Pilots. The wait seemed like forever, but when the lights dimmed and the opening notes and drum kicks sounded from "Guns for Hands," all the waiting was worth it. I'm not going to try to tell you about everything that happened, because there is far too much to relay and not enough words, so I'll just give some of the highlights. 

Tyler Joseph runs around and jumps off on stage so much that I'm pretty sure he gets more cardio every night than a marathon runner. And on top of that, he performs flawlessly, which is not an easy thing to do while jumping off of a piano or being held up by the crowd. Josh Dun did not disappoint either. The content energy and extra "umph" that goes into his performance is astounding. I have never seen a drummer more committed to their music. Plus, he does a really cool backflip off of the piano in the middle of "Holding on to You" and plays on a mini drum set while crowd surfing.

I had heard that Twenty One Pilots were the great live, but now I can confirm this. They put 120% into their live performance and it is an experience that I am honestly still a little shaken from. I hope to see them live again--hopefully soon--because it was seriously one of the best nights of my life.

An Oddly Pleasant Combination

Most bands have a certain genre and sound that they stick to like glue. Every album might sound a bit different, but mostly there is a general idea about where they lie on the musical spectrum. Twenty One Pilots is not that kind of band. This Cleveland-based duo is made up of a drummer and a piano player who sometimes breaks out a ukelele. And if that isn't unique enough for you, the lead singer interchanges singing, rapping, and what sometimes sounds quite like spoken word poetry, all complimented by a hearty amount of synth.

It might seem like the combining of all of those things would make this band a train wreck, but it totally works. The words may be a bit too fast to catch at first, but I guarantee that the lyrical content is worth a closer listen. I have connected to too many of their songs to name, but I will say that their most recent album, "Vessel", is one of my top five all-time favorites. Seriously, I listened to that album on repeat for two weeks straight.

As for their stage presence, a drum kit and a piano might seem a bit boring, but I am assured that their shows are filled with massive energy and crowd interaction. What other bands do you know that mount small platforms held up by the audience to bang out a fantastic drum duet?

I will be sure to do a live review of them after I see them live in October. But for now, head to YouTube and check them out. They cover almost ever genre, so I'm fairly sure there's at least one song of theirs that you'll like.

The Duff is Back

Let's talk about Hilary Duff. Seven years after her last release, she's back and it's almost as if she never left.  July 29th, Duff dropped the single "Chasing the Sun", taken from her upcoming album expected to drop this next year. I have to admit that I was expecting an over-done pop comeback, but I was pleasantly surprised to find that my childhood idol was still just as smooth and mellow as I remembered. It was just the kind of sound that I needed to hear as the summer waned away. Plus, the music video was adorable. Seriously. Go watch it.

But as she dropped her second single, "All About You", I began to remember that this was not the innocent Lizzie McGuire anymore. Instead, I was reminded that she is in fact a 26-year-old woman. The song is surprisingly sexy and I think it was a great next step in establishing the new Hilary. I admit that I could have done without the repetitive "hey"s and the banjo line seemed a little out of place, but altogether the song actually really works.

I'm really excited to hear the rest of her new album, and I can't wait to see the direction she takes her musical career next. Welcome back, Hilary Duff.

Congratulations, New York

I'm always looking for new music to obsess about. In fact, I have an ever-growing list of bands recommended to me by people I meet. But recently, I've been a bit busy playing and replaying anything by Twenty One Pilots, in preparation for seeing them in concert this fall. As I like to be as ready as possible, I also took it upon myself to check out their support bands, Vinyl Theatre and Misterwives, for the "Quiet is Violent" tour. I had heard of Vinyl Theatre so I decided to start with the group that I had never heard of before.

And I was not disappointed. Within 45 seconds of watching Misterwives' video for their single "Reflections", I had to start the song over. The dynamic change itself had me hooked, but upon closer listening I discovered that I loved the lyrics as well. Needless to say, I had to hear more from them.

Their song "Twisted Tongue" had me dancing and singing along by the third listen. It was around this time that I decided to just buy their newest EP off of iTunes. Though there are only six songs, the lyrical content seems advanced for a band that's only been around for two years. The song "Coffins" has soulful percussion and a great violin line, adding to the impact of the thought-provoking words.

To say that I am in love would be an understatement. I would like to congratulate the great state of New York for producing such a great indie/pop/soul band and tell you guys to check them out if you get the chance. You can pick up their EP "Reflections" on iTunes and add some awesome to your life.

A New Era for Pop Punk

Unless you've been camping in the remote wilderness for the past year, there's a fairly good chance that you've heard a song by the band 5 Seconds of Summer, whether you know it or not. These four young Australians seem to be everywhere now, including Top 40 radio, which has caused a lot of skepticism over whether they should be taken seriously as a pop punk band.

5SOS formed in Sydney in 2011, and gained a small following through posting covers on YouTube. But their careers took off internationally in 2012, when One Direction asked them to open for them on their Take Me Home Tour. As they were opening for the most popular boy band in the world, the "Directioners" became the majority of their American fan base. And as a result, they were written off by many pop punk fans as just another boy band.

And this sincerely bothers me. First of all, 5SOS was formed under the inspiration of Blink 182, Green Day, All Time Low, and other solid pop rock favorites. They have written with Alex Gaskarth, the Madden brothers from Good Charlotte, and John Feldmann. They were also the first artists to play their own instruments live at the VMAs since Green Day in 2012. Yes, they toured with a boy band and they have a lot of very young fans, but would you turn down an opportunity to do an international stadium tour with one of the biggest names in music?

Now you might be thinking, "but if they're a pop rock band, why are they all over Top 40 radio?" Do you guys remember back in the 2000s when you would frequently see Gerard Way and Pete Wentz share the cover of a teeny bopper magazine with Zac Efron and Jesse McCartney? No? Well let me refresh your memory:

Was that a weird year? Yes, but the point remains the same. Pop punk used to be very mainstream. Fall Out Boy and My Chemical Romance played on popular radio stations. Everybody I knew listened to Green Day. I'm pretty sure they even played All Time Low at a middle school dance I went to. And yet these bands' genre wasn't questioned.

For years, pop punk has been out of the spotlight, and I have to admit that even I have become sort of a music snob in thinking of my favorite bands as underground music. But with their self-titled album (debuting at number 1 on the Billboard 200 in the US), 5 Seconds of Summer are bringing in a new generation of pop-listening teenagers into our musical bubble. And a lot of people are mad about it, but isn't it a good thing? 5SOS are bringing pop punk back into the spotlight.

I guess the point I'm trying to make is that we don't get to decide what kinds of people can listen to a certain genre, or write off a great band just because they are popular. You don't have to like them, but don't just dismiss them as another boy band. 5 Seconds of Summer are ushering in a new era for pop punk, and it's time we get off our musical high horses and welcomed the new listeners into the club.

Changing Directions

Do you remember when you listened to a song for like the millionth time and the words finally clicked? I mean it had a catchy beat and you knew all of the words, but then you finally felt it.  And from that moment on you couldn't go back. You could never hear the song without having a moment of thoughtfulness.

And it's never just one song. I have had this profound experience with songs from multiple genres and they have all had a different impact on me, but I'm not going to bore you with the details. The point I'm trying to make is that good music needs to be experienced. 

There are some people who aren't as affected by music. I have friends who don't really listen to music or even know what genres they like, and that's totally okay. Everybody is different.

But I absolutely love music. I love the fact that I can listen to a song 50 times and hear something new every time, whether musically or lyrically. Songs are puzzles just waiting to be taken apart. A song can be just what we need to hear or capture what we are feeling perfectly in words. Music can inspire us to be strong or comfort us in our darkest moments.

I am currently studying journalism at Walla Walla University, and I am constantly asked what I plan to do with my degree when I graduate. I don't want to work at a newspaper and I certainly don't want to be a reporter. I know that this seems quite counter-intuitive, as my major points whole-heartedly in that direction, and I've struggled with this because I do love writing--just not about the news. All I want to do is write about what I'm passionate about.

And then it clicked. I love writing and I love music. Can't I just combine them?

Let me tell you about the glorious field of music journalism. I would get to write album reviews, live concert reviews, and interview artists. I'd discover new artists and genres. I would literally be getting paid to experience music. 

I know this post seems scrambled and I honestly didn't know where I was going when I started writing it (come to think of it, I never know where my writing is going--it has a mind of it's own).

But I've decided that it's time for an announcement. I've decided to go into music journalism and therefore there will be needing to write more in that general direction. So, henceforth this will be a place where I post a lot of music-related writing. I'm hoping to stick to at least a post a week. Hold me to it, guys.

I promise that will still be making general updates about my oh-so-exciting life (catch the sarcasm, kids?), but they will no longer be the focus of this blog. I promise that you'll want to stick around to read though, because I've got a lot in store for Adventures of a Sanguine this year.

Sleep-deprived Thoughts of an Insomniac

This summer I've taken to waking up past noon, because I don't sleep until 3 or 4 am. It's not a choice, I just have problems falling asleep. I can lie in bed for hours, just staring at the clock, watching the time tick by but not feeling tired. There are probably a number of reasons this happens, but I'm not going to analyze that right now.

Last night I fell asleep around midnight, but for some unknown reason my body decided that I was done by 4 am. So I sat in bed and perused the internet.

It is currently 6:27 and I'm sitting on the front porch of my family's lake cabin. As the walls are screens, I can hear everything. Everything and nothing. I am never up early enough to catch the sunrise. Four am to noon do not exist to me in the summer. But this morning as I looked out the window I saw the orange glow lighting up the slightly cloudy sky and I had the desire to listen. To really listen to the world waking up around me.

It is strangely still. Usually up here there is always the faint sound of waves lapping up the shore, but right now all I can hear is the sounds of birds waking up and the tapping of my fingers on my keyboard. There is a breeze barely drifting through the trees and I can hear the few people awake driving to wherever they need to go.

Silence has always been this horrible thing to me, but I'm beginning to understand why people like to get up early and watch the sunrise or just immerse themselves completely in nature. For the first time in months I can hear my thoughts clearly. They're not important thoughts and I'm certainly not discovering some earth-shattering truth, but it's nice to have my mind feel clear.

My mind is usually going a mile a minute and I can't stay focused on one topic for long (ADHD, remember?). I also tend to worry a lot about a lot of stupid little things, but right now I feel calm. I feel whole. And for once, I actually feel happy, happy to just be.

It's not profound, and I don't expect you get much out of it. But I just thought I'd share this moment with you, because it's all about the small things in life.

P.S. You should totally try getting up early and just breathing in the fresh air (unless you live in LA like WayAnne, all they have is smog), it clears the head better than anything.

Out of the Bubble

It's hard to understand things from others' points of view. I know what I think and feel, but I can only guess at what other's are experiencing. It's like we all have a bubble and even though we know that other people have thoughts, it feels like all life revolves around our little bubble, because from our perspective we control what happens.

It has come to my attention that my last post was a bit unfair to Kyle (I'm just gonna say his name because everyone was already thinking it), as I didn't offer his perspective, only what I assumed from his actions in my emotional state. I know that he didn't mean to make me feel "not Adventist enough" or bad for my problems. He's not perfect either and after talking to him about this I realize that I must publicly apologize for lashing out. He has always been a great friend to me and deserves better treatment.

I've always prided myself on my vulnerable writing style. I like my life and experiences to be an open book, so I didn't even think twice about posting the most recent one. But it was not just my life I was posting, it was also Kyle's and not even in a fair light. As a journalism student, one of the most important things I have learned thus far is that as a journalist it is my job to be truthful and factual, and I have failed on that. So I apologize to all of you for giving a one-sided view of the situation.

P.S. I will be posting more regularly on this blog this year, so be sure to keep checking in. I love you guys.

Facing the Truth

There are a few things that I’d like to talk about right now. First and foremost, the band Twenty One Pilots has been rocking my socks off for about a week. They are fantastic. Second, I am now the proud owner of Malcolm, my first car. And third, something happened to me last week that made me sort of question who I am and where I am headed with my life. But you guys need a little bit of a background for this story first.

I’d estimate that 67.4% of all romantic comedies start with a platonic friendship and by the end they realize that they complete each other and ride off into the sunset or whatever. I have seen a lot of rom-coms and I think that’s where this idea got instilled into my head. I’ve always wanted to find a guy that completes me as a best friend, and then maybe fall in love someday. I mean, who wouldn’t want to spend the rest of their life with their best friend, right? So it was this subconscious dream that had me fighting this year. Fighting for a chance at love or like or even just a mutual crush.

You see, it was this year that my best guy friend and I finally talked about getting together. This guy made me want to be better person, and we could talk for hours about nothing and it just seemed perfect. But I must admit that he tends to overthink everything. For months it was a seesaw. Back and forth and back and forth he went between “I think it’s a great idea” to “but what if we don’t make it?”. With all of the serious discussion you’d think it was a contract for marriage. 

It frustrated me, because I’m a very impulsive person and I go with my gut feeling. To me, it was a question of, “do you like me?” If yes, great let’s go on a date. If no, we’ll just drop the discussion. But he never gave me a straight answer. I had been waiting on the edge of my seat for a while and I’d thought up great reasons and countered every possible problem that he shot my way. And I’m not gonna lie, it was frustrating. It was like he didn’t like me for me, he just wanted to see if I’d fit into his life perfectly.

So sometime last week (I don’t remember which day), we were Skyping and after about 30 minutes or so of normal talking, he gets really serious and he says we need to talk. He then proceeds to tell me that he’s decided that we shouldn’t try a relationship. Not because he was afraid it could ruin our friendship. Not because he doesn’t like me like that (I still don’t have a straight answer on that). But because I’m not Adventist enough for him.

That’s right, I wasn’t “good” enough for him.

I went through a series of reactions. First, I was sad. I had been rejected. I’m not going to lie, I’d never invested my heart that much into a relationship. So yes, I ate a lot of ice cream and then I cried myself to sleep.

But the next morning I wasn’t sad anymore, No, I was angry. For months I had put my heart on the line while he did logistics or whatever and in the end I didn’t pass inspection. Who was he to tell me that I wasn’t good enough for him? What gave him the right to judge me? I knew that he had his own kind of problems and that he wasn’t the most saintly Adventist either. There are a lot of things that I had told him because I wanted to be completely open to him about who I was and he used them against me. I admit that I really had to hold myself back from writing a scathing email about what I thought about his “decision”.

The third and final stage I hit was acceptance. I was tired—tired of crying and beating myself up for not being good enough. Tired of being angry and being judged. And it was then that I realized I was done. I was sick of fighting for this relationship. But it wasn’t just my relationship I was sick of fighting for. I was sick of trying to keep up appearances. The two lives that I was keeping separate had exhausted me and I realized that I was ready to let go and be honest.

I am not a saint. I have a tattoo in honor of a friend who died far too young. I love loud rock music. I have a bad habit of swearing.I haven’t been to church all summer and I haven’t missed it. I was really depressed this past year and drank and smoked more weed than I’d like to admit. I have made bad choices and I’m done trying to cover them up and be the perfect person.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not proud of who I’ve been. But it’s time to be honest and I’m working on my problems. Not in hopes of ever becoming “good enough” for him (because that ship has sailed), but so that one day I can be proud of the person I am and maybe I’ll find a guy that can take me as I am, worn from the world.

So this is me, coming clean and admitting to who I’ve become. No more secrets and trying to save face, I’m facing my bad habits head on and hoping that you guys can still accept me.

Distracted Ramblings of an Ambivert

This quarter has left me with far too much time for my liking. Now, before I get yelled at by the engineering, physics and pre-anything-medically-related majors for not appreciating free time, I would like to assure you that being idle 80% of the time is not good for anyone's wellbeing, be it physical, mental or spiritual. When I am left to do nothing but twiddle my thumbs, I shut down my priorities and get absolutely nothing done.  Homework is left to the last minute, many hours are logged on the internet, and I hardly ever leave my room. That's right, this quarter I have been an introvert.

With no sense of urgency, I cannot seem to get anything done. Stress is the motivating power that drives me to action. It's why I get out of bed 5 minutes before I have to be at work every day. It's why I start every assignment the class period before it's do. It's why I am approximately 10 minutes late to everything. I need a figurative slap in the face to get moving every day.

But there are three main problems that I have found with this system:
1) I am late for everything. I think that everyone should start telling me that everything is 10 minutes earlier than it actually is.
 2) Even though stress makes me very productive, it's still stress. So when everything has to be done on the same day, you can bet I'm going to be running around like Katie Sloop before a Cali. tour (if you don't understand that phrase, it's quite similar to "like a chicken with it's head cut off").
3) My system is failing. Usually I can be spurred to action by realizing that I'm going to miss an important assignment or miss out on paid time at work, but recently even these haven't been enough to get me out of bed or away from my computer. My procrastination level on homework has gone from do-everything-the-night-before-it's-due to do-everything-the-class-period-before-it's-due to why-should-i-even-do-it-if-it's-only-going-lower-my-final-grade-slightly. I can't seem to bring myself to understand the gravity of a situation. I know the consequences of my actions, but I can't bring myself to do anything about it.

Recently, it has come to my attention that this is a problem. You see, as someone who has problems motivating myself, it's hard to motivate myself to do something about my problem of not being able to motivate myself.  Do you see the issue with this? It's a vicious cycle and I'm stuck in it. I cannot get out of it by myself and thus I am forced to find help. But the greatest help we can find is God, and I've come to the point where I realize my need for Him. So this is me, admitting my problem and handing the wheel over to the only One who can help me.

Biking = Snowboarding?

You know how people always say that you never forget how to ride a bike? Well this year I discovered that that idea does not apply to snowboarding. After two whole winters of never quite making it onto the slopes, I decided that it was time to get back into the game. A fortnight ago (clever word, eh?), I set out to re-master this fantastic sport. If I had known how many times I would fall that day, even just in the first run, I would have worn more padding and probably a helmet. It seemed like every 10 feet I was flat on my back. Or my stomach. Or an awkward, twisty amalgamation of the two.

It was beyond frustrating. I mean, it's not like I had never been snowboarding before. I wouldn't say that I was a pro, but at least I only used to fall once or twice in a day. It was ridiculous, and also very humbling. But you know what the worst part was? Once I had realized that my boots were too loose, and had tightened them accordingly, it fixed half of my problems. Of course, that didn't put me back on top of my game, but it certainly helped a lot.

With all of this in mind, when my alarm went off at 6 am, I didn't want to go snowboarding. But since it's actually a class I'm taking, I dragged myself out of bed and somehow made it onto the bus right before it left. When we arrived at the Bluewood, I stalled for as long as I could and still keep my dignity. But eventually, I had to go up the ski lift. So I gave myself a mini pep-talk and made my way up to the top of the mountain, where I promptly fell over and was in the same predicament as before, embarrassing myself in front of everyone passing by on the ski lift.

But today was going to be different. I decided that I wasn't going to make excuses or be afraid anymore. And I wasn't. By the end of the day I was carving down black diamond runs, riding up walls, and even trying out boxes and rails. I not only regained all my previous confidence and skills, but I learned some ones in my lesson. I started the day reluctant, but by the end I didn't want to leave.

What's the point of all this? You might be asking yourself that. Maybe I just wanted to tell you about my day. Or maybe the day was just begging to be written about. Either way, draw your own lessons or conclusions. All I know is that I proved myself wrong today. You never truly forget how to ride a snowboard.

Fun Photo Project

Special thanks to Sloopy, Chinja, and Fahita for letting me take crazy pictures of them.

Ignore Me.

I tuned out the words and laughter floating around me, as I sat alone on a chair in a corner of the room. Focusing on the under-cooked blueberry muffin in my hand, I tried to remind myself that it was just a game. Tried to ignore the spreading whole I was feeling in my chest and the tell-tale prick of rejection.

I'm very easily distracted. So when I was studying and a knock sounded on my door, I got up to answer it. The next thing I new I had been roped into going to hall joint-hall worship (I think it was the promise of muffins that really convinced me). After a lovely devotional thought form the 7th floor RA, we were promised a fun game. Being the fun-loving person that I am, I figured studying could wait a little longer.

The game was simple. Everyone got a card to put on their forehead, but only those around you could read it. On each card was an instruction on how to treat the person bearing it. I was really excited, but as more and more girls passed me while only glancing at my card, I realized that I had been given the one card no one wants:

Ignore me.

So there I was, sitting on my sad armchair alone, eating a sub-par muffin, and fighting the instinct to beak down in tears and go back to my room. I knew it wasn't anything personal, but the sudden ostracizing had definitely hurt my feelings. The logical side of me knew that that there was no harm meant, but there was a wrestling match going on between logic and emotion, and it was a very close call.

Thankfully, the game ended and I was accepted back into the fray. But as I wandered back to my room with another one of those surprisingly yummy muffins, I got to thinking.

There are people that I see everyday and pass without as much as a smile or even a nod. There are people that I avoid just like everybody else, because I don't feel comfortable around them. They live they're day to day lives and get ignored.

The next time you see that one boy that nobody likes, or that really quiet girl that doesn't really talk to anybody, share a smile, introduce yourself. Who knows, maybe you'll find your new best friend.

Let's stop blocking everyone outside of our comfort zone out, and start noticing the ignored.

The Unexpected

To say that this summer was not what I had planned would be an understatement. But I've come to realize that it's better to just expect the unexpected. Weird things happen and sometimes it's for the better.

It's not like I had planned to be in one spot all summer; I had a variety of places etched into my calendar. But a lot of the traveling I've done thus far has been the result of last minute decisions and spontaneous plans.

In the past 86 days, I have travelled approximately 11,169 miles. The longest I stayed in one place was three weeks. So I apologize to everyone who was patiently waiting for an update, because I was much too busy gallivanting around the country to sit down at my computer and write.

I'm not going to bore you with details from my adventures, but I just thought I'd tell you guys why I temporarily deserted my blog. I've started my sophomore year of college so there will be more posts to come!

Tidbits from Day One

Nobody likes to be rejected. Whether it be by a person, and animal, or even an ATM. Well, as a canvasser, I am used to a lot of rejection, but yesterday was a day with far more rejection than I was used to.

It might not have helped that I was in pain (from my bag digging into my not-yet-healed shoulder) or that the california sun was beating relentlessly down on me, or even that I probably had the wrong mindset when I set out, but whatever the reason, I was miserable.

As I trucked from door to door, getting no after no, I started planning out a path of escape. Of all the rediculous plans I came up with, the top of the crazy pyramid was my plan to reinjure my ankle so I couldn't keep going. Yeah, I was that desperate for an escape. Thankfully, I'm not that crazy, and I really hate being on crutches, so I kept going.

There was a point in my day when I seriously considered just sitting on the curb and crying. In fact I did sit down, but after a minute or so, I willed myself to at least finish the day. I was pleading with God to show me why I was suffering, to give me some kind of sign that there was a reason that I was continuing on, that there was a purpose for my presence in this overly-heated city.

A couple of houses after sitting down on the curb, I heard this lady calling out from the other side of the street, asking me if I wanted some water. I was already fully stocked with water bottles and I couldn't hold any more. So I told her I didn't need any, but she continued to keep asking me questions that, for some reason, I could not hear.

I crossed the street so that I could talk to her properly and ishe asked me what I was selling. Too depressed to talk, I simply tipped my books so that she could see the pile stacked in the arms. With a sweet smile she told me that she was from the Clovis SDA church.

At that point I burst into tears and her daughter came outside and ushered me into the house. They gave me some kleenex and an impressive mix of fruit, asking me why I was crying. After telling them about my rough day, they prayed for me and I was on my way, refreshed and inspired.

As I continued to knock on doors, I was reminded of a quote from Ministry of Healing that says, "Expect that the Lord will work in and by and through you." I realized that up to that point, I had been knocking on door after door faithfully, but that I had been expecting people to say no. I was going through the motions of canvassing, but I didn't have the belief that God would work on the hearts of those I talked to.

Today is a new day, and I know that the Lord will do great things. Not because I'm a great canvasser (because I'm not), but because He is the greatest canvasser of all.

Day at the River

[Photo credit to Anne Mulder]

Freshman Year

I'm currently in the middle of wrapping up my freshman year of college. It's been quite the adventure, and I have to say that, for the most part, I was pleasantly surprised that most of the college clichés weren't true (at least for me). This has been a year of awkward moments, close-calls, drama, no money, and way too much free time. But it's also been full of crazy times, new friends, late night adventures, personal growth, and a lot of taco bell runs. Here are some of my favorite memories:

It was crazy getting here. I mean, we all know that we're going to grow up sooner or later, but actually going to college was a surreal experience for me. I think it was just the realization that I wasn't a little kid anymore, that I was free to manage my own life. And getting to go to WWU with about a third of my classmates wasn't so bad either. The picture above is from our first college pizza party. Actually, it was our only pizza party, but we had plenty of other fun get-togethers.

One of the benefits of being in college is meeting awesome people, and I certainly hit the jackpot when it came to new friends. And like every set of friends, the variety in this bunch is crazy. Chelsea Bond does the most convincing accents I've ever heard. Brandon Forry (aka Brand-o-flakes or Barnacle Boy) is so of full of energy, he puts me to shame. Courtney Palmer is one of the sweetest people I've ever met. Ritchie Hammen makes an awesome soccer mom. Alyssa Beddoe is so much fun to road trip with. Brendon McNally (aka Sugar) loves orange more than Heather does (which is quite astonishing, really).

Spencer Thorp (aka Spancy <--yes, the spelling is intentional) is always a dependable ride to Walmart, and he is easily bribed with cookies. Sasha Swenson is bold enough to rock a red streak in her hair (don't write her off as shy, she rocks). Natalie Dorland is someone who, though I never get to see her, still manages to be one of my favorite friends here on campus. Dane Purkeypile (aka Purkey-Turkey-Jerkey or Kansas) is an overly-competitive guy that is also a really dependable friend. I've probably missed someone, but I can definitely say that there are many more people that have wiggled their way into my heart this year.

Everyone wants the chance to run their own life, and to be able to choose things for themselves. But I must admit that although I am on my own legally, I could not have gotten through this year without the support of my parents. And I don't mean just financially (though that is very true), I mean that all of my parents (Mom, Melvin, Dad, and Amanda) helped me get through this year without going crazy from too much stress. I may be an "adult" but I certainly don't know how to function by myself yet.

As all roommates do, Heather and I had some rough spots this year. But I am proud to say that these disagreements were far and few between and I can't remember the last time one happened (of course, I don't even remember if I ate breakfast this morning or not, so....). But it's been an awesome year and our friendship definitely grew much deeper. I saw her go through a lot this school year and I am always amazed at the courage she has when facing new life challenges. She has always been an inspiration to me, and this year certainly didn't change that.

Okay, I admit it, we did some crazy things this year. Trips to get dairy queen or frozen yogurt, Walmart raids, ice skating, random dance parties, swimming down the river, movie parties, taco bell runs, bowling, miscellaneous rooks park adventures, surprise birthday parties, playing monkey on the groud at the playground for hours at a time, weekends at the Roses' house, swing dancing, study parties, having Eddy be my personal trainer (for about a week and a half), watching the sunset, making pie on March 14th, parties at Kevin's house, and even a spontaneous K-mart adventure. These are some the memories that I have from this year and when I can't wait to make more next year.

I have to admit that one of the things I pulled out of this year was a love for long boarding. Rad Chad (he's the only light-topped board in the picture above) and I have had a blast not only cruising between classes, but also just rolling around with friends on the weekends. Some of the best stories from this year happened while long boarding. Like the time when, after careful planning and smart thinking, we got all the way to the end of a long trail only to discover that Spencer had forgotten to bring his car keys, which was our ride back to the top of the run (don't worry, Spence, we still had a blast).

I always heard that the homework was hard and long, and that I would have a hard time balancing school, friends, and sleep. But I have to admit that throughout the whole year, I had more free time than I knew what do with. Some of my friends might say it's because I don't have a "real" major, but I was actually just taking a lot of generals. Well anyway, all I'm saying is that the homework wasn't as horrendous as I was expecting.

Overall, it was a pretty awesome year. There were definitely low points and high points. I learned a lot. Not just in school, but about life in general. I met great people, ate great (and not-so-great) food, almost failed a class, and found a new appreciation for the color orange. But hey, this is all just the beginning of my college experience, I'm still a freshman.

A Thought from Mass Comm. Class

I often tell people that I am a Journalism major, and their first question always seems to be,”So how do you feel about the fact that print journalism is being replaced by online blogging and instant news sources?” It's a loaded question to ask, but I've had a while to contemplate it. As technology increases, so does the demand and general expectation to have information faster and individually filtered on command. And with sites such as Twitter on the rise, there seems to be a non-stop stream of words and information. But after reading this article (URL attached below), an important question has been raised in my mind. How much of this “news” is true and valid information?

I do this thing sometimes where I try and see how long I can talk without stopping the verbal-flow of my conversation with myself. The longest I've ever gone is ten minutes, and that's only because my roommate got tired of hearing me ramble and stopped me. But what I've noticed is that to fill the empty spaces that pop up in normal conversation I had to throw in a lot of random, pointless stuff. They were gap-fillers, they had no real meaning in my “conversation.” I think this is what happens with instant news reporting nowadays. There is this pressing stress to be the fastest to stream information and the first to do so, and this is where a lot of mis-information gets out: through this stress-driven need to fill the lag in time that factual reporting creates.

But the fact is that although we have disillusioned ourselves to think we need news on the when and where we want, the truth is that we really just want it. It's the basic struggle of a technologically growing culture that digs into the human desire to have the best and newest of everything, including news. So we decide to take quantity over quality. I mean, the rumors get sorted out eventually, and a little false alarm every once in a while is good for our cardiovascular systems.

But let us not forget that we still have the dying breed of print journalism. It might be the dinosaur of communication, but it sure is a lot more accurate and fact-laden than any other crowd-sourced media outlet found readily on the internet. Facts are checked, police and medical records are searched, the truth is spoken (unless it's The Onion). Even though there is a lag in time, the information is much more reliable than anything posted on Twitter or Facebook.

So I guess what it comes all down to is where your needs and wants lie. If you feel that you really need to hear what's going on 24/7, regardless of truth or accuracy, then keep following your online sources, but if you're okay with not hearing about the worlds problems every second of your life and relish your daily, factual newspaper, then that is the route I recommend. It's all a matter of the balance between quality or quantity.

http://nymag.com/news/intelligencer/boston-manhunt-2013-4/

Life with Lee-Lee

This is my best friend. Yeah, I know, it's clear who the weirdo is in this friendship. (Just so you know, she's almost as strange as I am, she's just better at acting normal.)

In all seriousness though, I don't think I could function properly without Heather. Not just because she helps me keep a shred of matureness in my life, but also because she is the best friend I could ever ask for.

She's one of the sweetest, more caring people I know. But she's not a pushover. Oh no. Not Heather. She keeps me in line, in more ways than one. I don't even know if I'd wake up in the morning if is wasn't for her. And our room would look like a a tornado hit.

But it's not just her responsibility that makes her so amazing. This girl keeps me sane and grounded. I'm not the most constant person when it comes to my mood (give me a break, I'm a sanguine), and she puts up with my mood swings like a true soldier.

I'm gonna be honest and admit that I've never really been one for having close friends that are girls, it never worked out well for me. But Have Lee-Lee as my roommate (2 years and still kicking!) and my awesome best friend has meant so much to me. She's changed my life, opened my eyes to see a new way, and put up with my craziness.




My Dearest Heather,

I love you like a fat boy loves double chocolate fudge cake with chocolate frosting and colorful sprinkles.

Love, Sam

Make Someone's Day

I'm a really spontaneous person and I absolutely love that. But I realize that because of that, what flies out of my mouth isn't always something I'm proud of. I'm sad to admit that I've become a very sarcastic person and a hypocrite as well. I'm hurt when I'm made the joke of any conversation continually, and yet that seems to be all that I do to others now.

So to anyone I've hurt, I want you to know that I am deeply sorry and I want to thank you for sticking by my side. I haven't been a very nice person and I hope you can forgive me. But I also want you to do something for me: join me in a challenge.

My goal is to do something special for one person a day, for the rest of the month. It doesn't have to be earth-shattering, but it needs to mean something. Let the people that are closest to you know how much they mean to you.

Make someone's day, every day.

"Having purified your souls by your obedience to the truth for a sincere brotherly love, love one another earnestly from a pure heart." -1 Peter 1:22