tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72330026138091407482024-12-18T20:31:39.963-07:00Life of the Front (and Top) Rangemy life as a soprano (singing in the top range) on the front range of colorado.raissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004815415838842221noreply@blogger.comBlogger100125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233002613809140748.post-73262924159655781802011-10-04T22:21:00.009-07:002011-10-05T01:30:36.237-07:00Connection
I know. It's been forever. Again. For those of you who continue to check for updates, thank you. I apologize for not posting life stories, deep and meaningful comparisons of life in CO and life in ND, or media of recent performances.
It's possible (although not likely) that all of the above will come again sometime, if I ever find the time, energy, and inspiration to keep raissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004815415838842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233002613809140748.post-26974273140503836302011-03-07T21:30:00.000-07:002011-03-07T21:30:29.374-07:00I Do?
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raissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004815415838842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233002613809140748.post-19630994061670207012011-01-10T23:14:00.000-07:002011-01-10T23:14:52.412-07:00Booze CruisingAnyone who knows me well knows that I refused to drink alcohol in high school. People knew better than even to ask me if I wanted to go to a party.
Sometime between high school and my senior year of college, though, that changed. I mostly blame two people and one situation for the change of heart: Jordon Nissen, Medora, and Guillaume Andrieu.
In my junior year, I was raissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004815415838842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233002613809140748.post-21035548225167527992011-01-05T12:05:00.000-07:002011-01-05T12:05:25.114-07:00Home for the Holidays II
So, do you remember a few months ago when I promised that I would
try to write a blog a week?
Yeah,
that didn't happen. And it probably still won't. And I didn't make it one of my
new year's resolutions, because everyone knows that no one keeps their new
year's resolutions, anyway. Instead, I'm just going to keep on going with
writing when I have time/a topic comes to mind.
Do you
raissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004815415838842221noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233002613809140748.post-81413495810441724712010-11-25T23:20:00.000-07:002010-11-25T23:20:47.138-07:00Home for the HolidayI can't count the number of times that I have heard my parents say, "Stacey is the first one to want to leave home and the first one who wants to get back home." When we were little, it was probably the most truthful saying in the history of the world. I don't want to embarrass her terribly, but suffice it to say that she lived up to her reputation and could make herself physically raissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004815415838842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233002613809140748.post-15693498217808424242010-10-24T21:43:00.004-07:002010-10-24T21:47:12.613-07:00Support
No, people, I am NOT talking about bras here. I'm talking about people.
This weekend, CU Opera put on Carousel by Rogers and Hammerstein. I was in the chorus for the show, and had a very small solo in the second act, but was on stage for a pretty decent amount of time.
The show was great. The cast was amazing. I had a really good time (most of the time). Those raissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004815415838842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233002613809140748.post-3952564311003139272010-10-18T21:07:00.000-07:002010-10-18T21:07:37.874-07:00Fall is Here!
Because it's been uncharacteristically warm here in Boulder, I keep having to remind myself that it really is autumn. We've had temps near 80 in the past week, and it's been awesome. I would personally prefer if the earth was capable of keeping snow on the ground while the air temperature was at least 80 degrees. That would be ideal for me. I love the heat. And sun.raissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004815415838842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233002613809140748.post-17265516139245916562010-10-08T20:39:00.000-07:002010-10-08T20:39:19.793-07:00The AptI told myself I would do this blog thing, and I'm doing it. Even though it's Friday night and I should be getting ready to go out. But that's a topic for a completely different blog. Oh, Coloradans...
If you'll recall, when I first moved to CO last year, I moved without even having visited Boulder. I moved into an apartment that I'd never seen, with a raissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004815415838842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233002613809140748.post-87539725205068850192010-10-04T00:10:00.000-07:002010-10-04T00:10:15.552-07:00My sincerest apologies
Oh, I really do apologize for hardly writing at all. Okay, for really not writing at all. I'm a horrible person. Okay, I'm not a horrible person. I'm just a very, very busy person.
Thank you to all of you who are continuing to attempt to keep in touch with my life via this blog. You're keeping up with your side of the blogging game. I, however, and not raissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004815415838842221noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233002613809140748.post-31638539778222180052010-09-04T14:13:00.003-07:002010-09-05T11:00:06.885-07:00Best. Day. Ever.
I've had a couple of rough days since I came back to Boulder. I went to the ER and found out that I have gallstones, ex-boyfriend drama, a not-so-great audition, etc.
Today completely made up for all of that. It is the best. day. ever.
This morning, Kenny and I walked a few blocks down to the Boulder County Farmer's Market. It was our first time going, and now I raissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004815415838842221noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233002613809140748.post-74254858810490158582010-09-01T13:29:00.001-07:002010-09-01T13:45:30.915-07:00Medora, etc.
Wow. Turns out I write a blog... I never would have guessed based on my activity over the past almost four months. I have a lot of good excuses for not writing, just so you know. Here are a few:
I went home to North Dakota (sound like a familiar song to anyone else?) for the summer. This blog is called coloradosoprano. Writing from ND would just be raissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004815415838842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233002613809140748.post-74448188969933458892010-05-05T23:34:00.000-07:002010-05-05T23:34:45.961-07:00All Along the Colorado Trail...
In recent years, I've moved a lot. Let me give you a run-down:
August 2004: Gwinner to Jamestown for my freshman year of college.
May 2005: Jamestown to Gwinner to work at Bobcat.
August 2005: Back to Jamestown for sophomore year.
May 2006: Back to Gwinner for summer #2 at Bobcat.
August 2006: To Jamestown for junior year.
May 2007: To Medora to work for the summer (plus a carload of raissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004815415838842221noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233002613809140748.post-51709618813777543152010-04-24T13:30:00.000-07:002010-04-24T13:30:32.915-07:00Only in Boulder
Believe it or not, I had no idea that when I decided to attend CU-Boulder, I decided to attend a school that is infamous for being a party school. Now, really, had I used my brain, I probably could have figured it out. It's a really big state school, and I feel like those two traits are all that a school really needs to be a party school.
What I had also heard rumors of, of courseraissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004815415838842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233002613809140748.post-64530731504755921692010-04-19T17:43:00.001-07:002010-04-19T17:48:15.514-07:00The Conference on World Affairs
Before I really get into my topic today, I need to 1. apologize, and 2. thank you all. I haven't blogged in well over two weeks, and believe me, it's as much to my dismay as it is to yours, if not more so, and I apologize. I thought about doing it every day, but I have simply not had the time. I realized it was time to blog when my mom called and said, "Are you alive? Youraissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004815415838842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233002613809140748.post-54254904577178360872010-04-02T17:55:00.001-07:002010-04-02T17:58:25.960-07:00BEWARE! DOG!
About a month ago, a person who I vaguely know and only met once asked me to dogsit for her April 1st through 5th. She offered a place to live (in Boulder) and a generous daily wage. Because I love dogs and dearly miss my Lucky, I was more than willing to agree. The only thing I wasn't too excited about was having to pick up his poop. Blech.
Two weeks or so ago, she raissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004815415838842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233002613809140748.post-6751234439703446622010-03-30T20:00:00.000-07:002010-03-30T20:00:32.577-07:00Luggage
Believe it or not, but I think that Saturday was finally the official end of the airport saga. Of course not many of you know that it continued on that long... If you didn't know, let me fill you in.
If you didn't already read about my day/night on Tuesday, this will be confusing to you. In order to catch up, please read this.
I did end up sleeping, from about 4:30 raissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004815415838842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233002613809140748.post-86604969420727012572010-03-24T02:58:00.000-07:002010-03-24T02:58:15.038-07:00The "Fun" Continues...And by "fun," I mean not fun. Not even a little fun. Not fun at all, actually. It's a good thing I like airports.
I'm not really sure why, but I decided that because I had nothing else to do for Spring Break, I would go home to the good ol' NoDak. There was no particular reason for me wanting to go, and nothing to do there, but I felt like it. So Mom and Dad booked me a raissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004815415838842221noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233002613809140748.post-85742325907631365832010-03-20T19:48:00.005-07:002010-03-20T20:13:59.654-07:00The Worst Weekend of My Life
Okay, I might be exaggerating a little bit, but actually, I'm not. Last weekend sucked my life. Seriously.
Let me start at the beginning, which actually was really good, and didn't really allow me to predict how bad the rest of the weekend would be.
On Friday night, I learned that my friend Katie's friends Kyle and Samantha were meeting up in Denver in order to celebrate what raissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004815415838842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233002613809140748.post-13657405466474571022010-03-15T21:47:00.000-07:002010-03-15T21:47:33.787-07:00Losing It
I have no time to write. Really.
I've officially lost it. Seriously. Lost it.
My brain is fried. Thank heaven Spring Break is coming.
I'll tell you more later.
raissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004815415838842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233002613809140748.post-85286891552800951852010-03-07T21:04:00.001-07:002010-03-07T21:06:42.998-07:00Lusk, The End
When one goes to bed, wasted, at 4:00 in the morning, it's hard to get up at what I would normally consider a decent hour. Instead, we got up at about noon, and it took Shauna and I a long time to muster the energy to roll out of bed. Jettie, on the other hand, that hooker, doesn't get hangovers, and was up at practically 6:00 am, bright and sunshiny. After taking 2 hours or soraissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004815415838842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233002613809140748.post-32234118624344794922010-03-02T11:04:00.003-07:002010-03-02T11:21:58.273-07:00Lusk - Part 1
When Jettie came to Boulder in October, we made preliminary plans to
meet somewhere between Boulder and Medora sometime before summertime.
When Jettie plans something, it happens. She's not one of those people
who says, "Oh, hey, we should go to Las Vegas for a weekend once!" and
then forgets about it. If she says it, she likely means it's going to
happen. It therefore raissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004815415838842221noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233002613809140748.post-74027827680597723562010-02-27T18:09:00.000-07:002010-02-27T18:09:17.351-07:00A Very Vegas Adventure
One of the things that I was most looking forward to during Christmas break was our family vacation to Las Vegas. Mom had been planning it for weeks and weeks, and neither Stacey nor I had been there before. At first, we weren't excited to have our first trips to Vegas with our parents, because one can't get quite as crazy with the parents around, but as the trip got closer and raissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004815415838842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233002613809140748.post-69705244095637315332010-02-23T14:40:00.000-07:002010-02-23T14:40:40.290-07:00Car Woes... Big City Initiation
Well, I've been very fortunate thus far in my adventures in CO, and haven't had any major run-ins with law enforcement or other scary folks like that.
Until last week.
And last week was a doozy.
I commute (and hate it). This is no secret. Every day, I leave an hour before my first class in order to brave traffic, find a parking spot, and walk the quarter mile or so to get toraissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004815415838842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233002613809140748.post-40033144263409726712010-02-22T20:37:00.000-07:002010-02-22T20:37:42.838-07:00Repetition
This happens to me all of the time: Something will happen, or be mentioned, or will come up once, and suddenly, it pervades my life. Does this happen to everyone else or am I crazy?
That's happening with me lately. With two things: curling and emoting.
Yes, curling. Admittedly, this is silly. But true. Obviously, it's because of the Olympics that it's all raissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004815415838842221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233002613809140748.post-78335459118780151662010-02-15T19:18:00.000-07:002010-02-15T19:18:11.520-07:00Dense
On occasion, I have been known to be a little thick-headed. In fact, one of my closest friends in high school used to say, "You're the stupidest smart person I know."
Now, not to say that I really am stupid, but I recently became aware that I wasn't aware of what some people might be thinking of my blog... But I might be wrong.
A friend of mine (who is a loyal reader of raissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004815415838842221noreply@blogger.com1