So...my roommate, Stella, is forcing me to audition for Guitars Unplugged. GU is something BYU-I puts on, sort of like a talent show, but just with music. I've never tried out before. Several people have encouraged me to, but for whatever reason I just haven't. Well, Stella won't take no for an answer. She even signed me up to audition! So, I have a date and time set. I guess since I'm already signed up I'll go for it. But the thought kind of scares me...on many levels. Oh well. You only live once right?
So, what does this song have to do with GU? Well, I'm trying to pick a song to sing. I just finished writing this song, and I think it might be my best option. Most people performing in GU do covers of other albums... I'll be doing my own song, so I want it to be one people will enjoy the first time they hear it. Let me know what you think. :) I don't have a title for it yet.
Oh...and sorry for the messy bed behind me. :)
I’m just looking for a home
Some place where I don’t have to be alone
I’m just searching for a little belonging
Some place where I can sing
Cuz I----
Don’t want to cry----Anymore
I don’t want to cry anymore
There was once upon a time
When I felt our hearts were combined
And I felt so close to you
I knew exactly what was true
But I----
All I do is cry----Anymore
Oh all I do is cry anymore
Please take these fears away from me
Is it true that you are near even when I can’t see?
Oh please stay with me
I’m running to your arms
Trying to get away from harm
I just want to be loved
Please tell me I’m enough
Cuz I----
I don’t want to cry----Anymore
No I don’t want to cry anymore
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
A look inside my mind
Me: I can't seem to force myself to stay on top of things in school.
Other Me: Why?
Me: Because I'm lazy. That's the only answer.
Other Me: Is it possible for you to stay away from laziness?
Me: Yes.
Other me: How do you know for sure?
Me: I served a mission for the Church of Jesus-Christ of Latter-day Saints. I was not lazy during those 18 months.
Other Me: Well, why don't you just implement those mission tactics into your school routine?
Me: I don't know...I've asked myself that over and over again.
Other Me: Maybe it's because you don't like school as much as you like the Gospel.
Me: Probably...but that's kind of an excuse. It's true, the mission wasn't about me. It was the most selfless time in my life. Now, every thing's about me. It's annoying.
Other Me: Yeah, that's understandable.
Me: All I want to do is talk with friends, play my guitar and write songs. I really do like learning, but I just don't like applying what I learn.
Other Me: Is that really true?
Me: Ok, no. I do like the application. But for some reason I always put off the application, and then it turns into a nightmare instead of something fun.
Other Me: Well, you know you can fix it. So just fix it.
Me: Whatever.
If this post scares you...just imagine how I feel...
Other Me: Why?
Me: Because I'm lazy. That's the only answer.
Other Me: Is it possible for you to stay away from laziness?
Me: Yes.
Other me: How do you know for sure?
Me: I served a mission for the Church of Jesus-Christ of Latter-day Saints. I was not lazy during those 18 months.
Other Me: Well, why don't you just implement those mission tactics into your school routine?
Me: I don't know...I've asked myself that over and over again.
Other Me: Maybe it's because you don't like school as much as you like the Gospel.
Me: Probably...but that's kind of an excuse. It's true, the mission wasn't about me. It was the most selfless time in my life. Now, every thing's about me. It's annoying.
Other Me: Yeah, that's understandable.
Me: All I want to do is talk with friends, play my guitar and write songs. I really do like learning, but I just don't like applying what I learn.
Other Me: Is that really true?
Me: Ok, no. I do like the application. But for some reason I always put off the application, and then it turns into a nightmare instead of something fun.
Other Me: Well, you know you can fix it. So just fix it.
Me: Whatever.
If this post scares you...just imagine how I feel...
Friday, January 29, 2010
God's family
Sometimes I get homesick for my Heavenly home. My mission, along with the temple, were/are the only times my heart feels truly at peace. Often times, I feel alone...except while in the temple, remembering I'm a part of God's family. Thank goodness for the Gospel truths.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
25+
Hi. My name is Crystal Perry and I'm 25 and single. Yes. True statement. So, apparently that makes me a non-traditional student at BYU-Idaho. Yep...another true statement. Let me explain...
Last semester, toward the end of it, I received an e-mail inviting me to a party/group called "the non-traditional single students" at BYU-I. This group is a special group for single students who are 25 years or older. I was mortified that they had sent ME the e-mail, since at the time I was 24 and not looking forward to my 25th birthday.
Well, my 25th birthday did come, and I survived it. Ironically enough I celebrated the grand day with a queasy stomach and a few unpleasant trips to the bathroom. For some strange reason the number 25 has freaked me out for a while now. Probably because it's the age my mom got married (actually...not even...she was ALMOST 25 when she married my dad.) She's always said that 25 is a good age to get married, and now that I'm here it's kind of freaking me out.
Anyway. Here I am...25 and single. This is the year. The year I am 25. So, I received another e-mail from the group newly named "The Vikings," formerly known as the "non-traditional single students." I guess they wanted to get away from the whole "non" thing. Um...yeah? Ya think? That name depressed me.
So, I decided, why not? I'll go to the party. Another 25-year-old friend was supposed to go with me...but bailed on me at the last minute. So, my dear roommate, Brenna, who happens to be 22, pretended to be 25 and came along. Guess what...I liked it! I met some cool people, participated in good conversation, and sparked a few friendships. I'm even going to write an article in the Scroll about what it's like to be 25 or older in this wonderful town of of Rexburg, full of 18 to 21-year old married girls. Good times. I'm becoming one with the 25. We're learning how to get along. Soon, I think we'll be good friends.
Last semester, toward the end of it, I received an e-mail inviting me to a party/group called "the non-traditional single students" at BYU-I. This group is a special group for single students who are 25 years or older. I was mortified that they had sent ME the e-mail, since at the time I was 24 and not looking forward to my 25th birthday.
Well, my 25th birthday did come, and I survived it. Ironically enough I celebrated the grand day with a queasy stomach and a few unpleasant trips to the bathroom. For some strange reason the number 25 has freaked me out for a while now. Probably because it's the age my mom got married (actually...not even...she was ALMOST 25 when she married my dad.) She's always said that 25 is a good age to get married, and now that I'm here it's kind of freaking me out.
Anyway. Here I am...25 and single. This is the year. The year I am 25. So, I received another e-mail from the group newly named "The Vikings," formerly known as the "non-traditional single students." I guess they wanted to get away from the whole "non" thing. Um...yeah? Ya think? That name depressed me.
So, I decided, why not? I'll go to the party. Another 25-year-old friend was supposed to go with me...but bailed on me at the last minute. So, my dear roommate, Brenna, who happens to be 22, pretended to be 25 and came along. Guess what...I liked it! I met some cool people, participated in good conversation, and sparked a few friendships. I'm even going to write an article in the Scroll about what it's like to be 25 or older in this wonderful town of of Rexburg, full of 18 to 21-year old married girls. Good times. I'm becoming one with the 25. We're learning how to get along. Soon, I think we'll be good friends.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Haiti
It's easy to shrug something off when it doesn't affect you. For example, 9/11 didn't have the same impact on me as it did on the people living in New York, or those who had family in New York. And even further, it didn't have as big of an impact on the people of Europe, Africa, or Asia as it did me, living in the United States of America.
It's been the same with the earth quake in Haiti...until today. My roommate, Stella and I got up this morning to go to the temple. We wanted to make an 8:15 a.m. session. We got there in the nick of time, but realized the chapel was packed, and we probably wouldn't make it into the 8:15 a.m. session. As we sat there, person after person streamed in, kind of like that magic trick where you pull a scarf out of a hat but the scarf is just attached to another one and another one and another one. "Please squish together and get to know your neighbor, more people are coming," we continued to hear. Not to mention, there were 3 different families present, waiting to go through a session with a family member going attending for the first time. I don't know how many people get the chance to just sit for nearly two hours with no music, t.v., talking or any other sound for that matter...but it's an awakening experience. I had the privilege of slipping in and out of consciousness as I contemplated this life, our previous life, and our life to come. No, I wasn't sleeping, I just slipped out of the "here and now" occasionally. As I'm sure you can conclude, we did not make it into the next session at 9:00 a.m. either, but waited until 9:45 a.m.
This was an interesting experience. Stella and I could not believe that we had been at the temple for 4 hours. Well, timing is everything.
As we drove home all we could think about was food. FOOD. We were starving. We walked into the apartment and Stella listened to a message from a friend. The friend needed to borrow Stella's French dictionary, so, instead of eating, Stella decided to take the dictionary right over to the friend and intended on coming right back to eat.
An hour passed, and no Stella. Finally, she quietly slipped through the door, and I went out to do a load of laundry. I came back in, started heading to my room and turned around to the sound of Stella saying my name through her tears. Her friend is from Haiti, and the friend's mother had died. The friend hadn't known her mother was dead when she called Stella earlier that day. In fact, Stella took the book to her at the same time the friend found out her mother had been killed by the collapse of the hospital in Haiti. Stella was there at the exact time the friend needed her, which probably wouldn't have happened had we gotten out of the temple earlier allowing Stella to take the book to her when she had first called.
An hour later Stella and I went back to the friend's apartment to begin a fast. This friend is not in contact with her father, lost her sister last year, now lost her mother in the earth quake, and has a little brother in Haiti and still does not know anything about his safety or whereabouts. I know fasts are private, sacred and special, but I was moved so deeply by the experience that I had to write about it.
Kneeling there, on the floor of this daughter of God I had never met, along with several other daughters of God, tears filled my eyes as her Relief Society President offered a humble prayer to begin the group fast. Gratitude for the Plan of Salvation filled my mind and was then vocalized through the lips of the Relief Society President. I did not know this girl, but I now feel connected to her and the people of Haiti. Everyone on this earth is a son or daughter of God and we need to keep ourselves connected to each other in order to make it back to Him together.
It's been the same with the earth quake in Haiti...until today. My roommate, Stella and I got up this morning to go to the temple. We wanted to make an 8:15 a.m. session. We got there in the nick of time, but realized the chapel was packed, and we probably wouldn't make it into the 8:15 a.m. session. As we sat there, person after person streamed in, kind of like that magic trick where you pull a scarf out of a hat but the scarf is just attached to another one and another one and another one. "Please squish together and get to know your neighbor, more people are coming," we continued to hear. Not to mention, there were 3 different families present, waiting to go through a session with a family member going attending for the first time. I don't know how many people get the chance to just sit for nearly two hours with no music, t.v., talking or any other sound for that matter...but it's an awakening experience. I had the privilege of slipping in and out of consciousness as I contemplated this life, our previous life, and our life to come. No, I wasn't sleeping, I just slipped out of the "here and now" occasionally. As I'm sure you can conclude, we did not make it into the next session at 9:00 a.m. either, but waited until 9:45 a.m.
This was an interesting experience. Stella and I could not believe that we had been at the temple for 4 hours. Well, timing is everything.
As we drove home all we could think about was food. FOOD. We were starving. We walked into the apartment and Stella listened to a message from a friend. The friend needed to borrow Stella's French dictionary, so, instead of eating, Stella decided to take the dictionary right over to the friend and intended on coming right back to eat.
An hour passed, and no Stella. Finally, she quietly slipped through the door, and I went out to do a load of laundry. I came back in, started heading to my room and turned around to the sound of Stella saying my name through her tears. Her friend is from Haiti, and the friend's mother had died. The friend hadn't known her mother was dead when she called Stella earlier that day. In fact, Stella took the book to her at the same time the friend found out her mother had been killed by the collapse of the hospital in Haiti. Stella was there at the exact time the friend needed her, which probably wouldn't have happened had we gotten out of the temple earlier allowing Stella to take the book to her when she had first called.
An hour later Stella and I went back to the friend's apartment to begin a fast. This friend is not in contact with her father, lost her sister last year, now lost her mother in the earth quake, and has a little brother in Haiti and still does not know anything about his safety or whereabouts. I know fasts are private, sacred and special, but I was moved so deeply by the experience that I had to write about it.
Kneeling there, on the floor of this daughter of God I had never met, along with several other daughters of God, tears filled my eyes as her Relief Society President offered a humble prayer to begin the group fast. Gratitude for the Plan of Salvation filled my mind and was then vocalized through the lips of the Relief Society President. I did not know this girl, but I now feel connected to her and the people of Haiti. Everyone on this earth is a son or daughter of God and we need to keep ourselves connected to each other in order to make it back to Him together.
Monday, January 4, 2010
Change
Three of these girls are gone. I came back to an apartment without Ariel, Ashley and my precious Naomi! Ariel and Ashley are the top two, and Naomi, my old room roommie, is the one to my left. Anita and Brenna (the two on each end) are still here, THANK GOODNESS...but can I just say...change is REALLY hard for me. This feeling of emptiness and withdrawals for these girls is taking me back to my mission days. I remember getting so attached to my companion, and then BAM. They were gone...ripped away from me. It's hard! Naomi and I got so tight last semester. I was super super blessed to have her as a roommate...we became such great friends that now I feel as though someone's cut off my right arm or something. Blah...not a good feeling. Oh well...life does go on right?
BUT....I really like my new room roommate! Her name is Stella. We've only spent a little bit of time together, but we've already shared our whole life stories with each other. I'm thinking it will be great!
2009 is gone. Not much to say on that. The beginning of that year was not the best I've ever had. I had thought I'd be married by the end of 2009...moved to Utah...had my heart ripped out and stomped on...took time to let it heal...and then made the greatest decision to return to BYU-Idaho. I've met a lot of people, learned a lot of lessons, felt a few new feelings, and gained many new long lasting friends. I've made a few resolutions...but I wouldn't say they're New Year resolutions because they're the same flippin' resolutions I make every other week. 1)Go to the temple MUCH more 2)Read my scriptures MUCH more 3)Snack on carrots and cut the crap 4)Work out MUCH more Yep...pretty much the same darn things I've been repeating to myself over and over again my entire life. Maybe I'll make it stick this time. :) Let's hope...
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
I would like to dedicate this post to...
Amy Grant.
I've known Amy since I was 5 years old. I was first introduced to her when I found out my mom was pregnant with my little brother. "Girls, this tape has a song about a baby on it, and we're going to have a little baby," are the words my mom and dad said after buying Amy Grant's tape "Heart in Motion" referring to the song "Baby Baby." Many don't know, but that song was written by Amy Grant for her daughter Millie, who was an infant at the time. The record company turned it into a love song.
This introduction began the journey of a beautiful, one-sided friendship. But, considering the fact that Amy Grant is a famous celebrity, she makes the relationship as two-sided as she can, being very loyal to her fans. :)
I don't know what it is about Amy. She was there when I was little acting as the person I wanted to become while I sang into a hair brush on the coffee table belting "Baby Baby." She was there with me in the move from Germany to Oregon upon the discovery of my dad's cancer. She was there when my dad died. She was my first concert. She was my first very own cassette tape. She was my inspiration to write music and play the guitar. She was my help mate through my step-family troubles. I love her soothing voice and brilliant self-written lyrics. Over the years I've attended 5 concerts, acquired 7 shirts/sweat shirts, and gained as much knowledge about a person as one can without actually "knowing" the person. Although I'm not as obsessed as I once was, I still really appreciate the person she is and the role model she's played in my life.
Amy's many CDs...of which I have all except the very last one, which is just a "Best Of" her other Christmas albums.
In honor of this Christmas season, here's a tender Christmas song from her "Best Of" Christmas CD.
I love Amy!
I've known Amy since I was 5 years old. I was first introduced to her when I found out my mom was pregnant with my little brother. "Girls, this tape has a song about a baby on it, and we're going to have a little baby," are the words my mom and dad said after buying Amy Grant's tape "Heart in Motion" referring to the song "Baby Baby." Many don't know, but that song was written by Amy Grant for her daughter Millie, who was an infant at the time. The record company turned it into a love song.
This introduction began the journey of a beautiful, one-sided friendship. But, considering the fact that Amy Grant is a famous celebrity, she makes the relationship as two-sided as she can, being very loyal to her fans. :)
I don't know what it is about Amy. She was there when I was little acting as the person I wanted to become while I sang into a hair brush on the coffee table belting "Baby Baby." She was there with me in the move from Germany to Oregon upon the discovery of my dad's cancer. She was there when my dad died. She was my first concert. She was my first very own cassette tape. She was my inspiration to write music and play the guitar. She was my help mate through my step-family troubles. I love her soothing voice and brilliant self-written lyrics. Over the years I've attended 5 concerts, acquired 7 shirts/sweat shirts, and gained as much knowledge about a person as one can without actually "knowing" the person. Although I'm not as obsessed as I once was, I still really appreciate the person she is and the role model she's played in my life.
Amy's many CDs...of which I have all except the very last one, which is just a "Best Of" her other Christmas albums. In honor of this Christmas season, here's a tender Christmas song from her "Best Of" Christmas CD.
I love Amy!
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
