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10 November 2008 @ 08:07 pm
I love camerata.
I love the viola section.
I love the untitled sprague quartet number two.
I love my viola.
I love playing music until it hurts.
I love playing along with recordings on my ipod over and over.
I love obsessing over every little note.
I love that I love orchestra class so much more than any other class.
I love it all.
04 November 2008 @ 10:08 pm
30 October 2008 @ 09:53 am
It was Mackenzie Crook who played Looper in City of Ember. I told my sister and Dad that it was.

"It's Mackenzie Crook!"
"No it's not..."

But it is, it is, it is.
20 October 2008 @ 09:26 pm
NanoWrimo this year:
will be epic.

I intend to actually make it to 50,000.
15 August 2008 @ 02:36 pm
Harry Potter being moved to July 17, 2009?

Damn it.

I hate Warner Bros.
10 August 2008 @ 12:59 am
okay, I cave and post nowCollapse )
25 July 2008 @ 12:31 am
As you probably know, there is a right and a wrong side for mounting . . . the horse. The right side happens to be the wrong side. This leaves us the left side, which is . . . right. Therefore, since the left is right, and the right, wrong, we begin by placing the left foot (that's the right foot) in the left stirrup, which is right, being the left, of course, since the right would be wrong. Now, this is important enough to bare repeating. Remember: that since the right is always wrong, the left HAS to be right, ALRIGHT?

24 July 2008 @ 01:53 am
Sampson was 21.2 1/2 hands?
Holy shit.

I would not want to mount him from the ground.
or try to brush his forelock without some sort of large stepping stool. or ladder.

22 July 2008 @ 03:07 am

No, I didn't finish SoCNoC and yes, I did stop artgrind.
Because I get discouraged with most things I start.

But that is besides the point. Because I have a new goal. Bigger fish to fry. I am trying very very hard to get horseback riding lessons. I've been trying since California, maybe 5 years ago. And since moving to Oregon, 2 years ago, I've been pushing for Jory Hill. No luck. It's too expensive, and no way will they let my quit guitar and switch to lessons (not to mention horseback is more money than guitar, and that would still not work).

So I decided I would ask the owners if I could work in exchange for lessons. And I think that's a pretty good compromise for everyone. My parents pay nothing. I pay nothing. I get lessons. I work for countless hours mucking out stalls and grooming, but get a hell of a lot of hands on experience, which is worth money in itself, and I get to play with horsies all day. Good deal.

So, about 6 months ago I finally got the courage up to call them to ask to work in exchange for lessons (Er, I am HORRIBLE on the phone. It's a weird fear of mine to talk to people on the phone, I freeze up and...ugh it's bad). So I call, hoping for my life that no one picks up and I can leave a message. Well, the owner picks up. What did I do? I hung up with panic. Well, if that wasn't bad enough, she called my number back to see who it was. So in the 5 seconds I had, I gathered my senses and realized if I didn't pick it up, I would never get the courage.. So I pick up and she says "I just got a call from this number, were you trying to contact us?" And I go "Uhm, yeah, I'm on my cell and it died right when you picked up. Heh. (well, I was on my cell, that much was true)" And I went on, fumbling through my half-rehearsed speech (Yes, I must prepare for things as awful as talking on the phone in a professional situation) asking if they had work available in exchange for lessons. And basically she said they had full-time people, but maybe if they needed some extra help before a show she'd contact me. (Never happened. Wonder why. Maybe because of my incompetent phone skills.)

Back to now. I'm getting really anxious wanting to have lessons, wanting this to work, otherwise I have to wait till my sixteenth birthday (when employers will actually hire me), get a job, and pay for lessons with that money, not get to work with horses, and be bitter because I would rather work with horses than ice cream.
So tonight, I decided to right a very nice letter.

To the owners of *insert stable name here*,

Hi, my name is Kelsey Langowski, a sophomore at *insert high school name here*. I contacted your stables about six months ago wondering if you had any work available in exchange for lessons. I was told that you had full-time workers, but to check back. I’m writing now to let you know that I am still very interested and will be available all summer and during the school year as well, after school hours. I am willing to muck-out stalls, groom, and do everything and anything asked of me. I love horses and would love the opportunity to be around them, even when I’m not riding. I went to your camp in 2007 and fell in love with your school horses and facilities, and would be so grateful to work in exchange for the ability to ride.
Thank you so much for your time,
Kelsey Langowski

*My address, Phone number and email address*

I really hope the fact that I am writing and willing to work will show maturity. And that I am contacting them again will show persistence, and that I'm not just some teenager who wants to ride and do no work. I am willing to work my ass off. Hell, I'm willing to work for no lessons just to be around the horses. I miss horses. I haven't ridden for a year.