Is oh so chilly today. I see a peppermint mocha in my immediate future.

There are no words to express my distress that Lucia rehearsals start TONIGHT. During MNF. My 10-0 Saints v. Cheating stupid Patriots (My 2nd least-favorite team. I hope Will Smith knocks some of Pretty Boy Brady's teeth out tonight.) Uber-lame. I mean I'm really excited about rehearsals starting finally, I just wish I could see the game. (I'll probably have to go pick Drunk Bean up at Brother's after rehearsal. Where he got to watch the game on nice TVs. With pitchers of cheap cold beer. They also make a close-to-perfect Bloody Mary. And really good bar food. Loaded chili-cheese fries...)
Holy CRAPBALLS I'm hungry.
Now when I say "excited about rehearsals starting" I really mean "about to pee my pants I'm so terrified". I don't have a hair-raising amount of singing to do but this is the first rehearsal with everyone and the maestro and I really just don't want to embarass myself. Anxious much? Yes.

SO the weather. Thursday and Friday will be amazing. Because they're predicting snow! Like inches. The highs in the upper 20s may not be so fun. Especially for fun caroling gig Thursday night. I and 2 other ppl get to sing outside some jeweler's Christmas open house for 3 hours, in full period Dickensian costume (although i'll be wearing sweats under my skirts)! Getting paid handsomely for it too. I really hope I'm not called Thursday night. I don't know what it's like trying to get out of rehearsal up here, but Lord I need the money! Full cast is called tonight and tomorrow night, so God willing Maestro will approve and won't call Alisas Thursday night. Thursday afternoon, fine. Just PLEASE Jesus, anytime but Thursday night!!

Just 2 more weeks of classes, then 2 finals. I'll be in Hammond 3 weeks from today. Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice greatly.

SO disgusted with Project Runway. (Not necessarily the result, more the way it came about) Really wish I hadn't finished off my bottle of SoCo during the Saints/Carolina game (super duper stressful).

New Moon opened last night!!..Yeah, I don't give a shit. I read the Twilight book and saw the Twilight movie, so I can say with authority that they both were shallow, poorly written, and I just don't get it. I was mildly interested in whether or not Edward turns Bella eventually, but not enough to grimace my way through the rest of the series, so I asked a "Twi-hard" (oh. god. *vomit*) and he RELUCTANTLY told me, so I'm good. The previews for New Moon have piqued my interest, (because it looks better than hours of Bella and Edward staring at each other) but I doubt I'll fight my way into the theater (or Blockbuster when it comes out to rent.)
Ha! The news is doing a story on the midnight showings and at the end one of the anchors goes "So which one's Edward and which one's Jacob? *grunts* In other news..."

Am uber-jealous of schools that get a full week off for Thanksgiving. Although considering IU didn't have freaking LABOR DAY off, I should be thankful (hehe) that there are no classes Wednesday. Although had I known that my classes Tuesday would be canceled I would have planned to go home. I totally would have driven 12 hours to spend 4 days with my family at Thanksgiving. At least we get to go to Bean's aunt's in Missouri so we don't spend Thanksgiving alone. I was kind of looking forward to cooking dinner myself, but this is much better :)

The whole Sarah Palin-Book signing in Noblesville thing pisses me off. My opinion of SP aside, the 1st 1000 ppl in line yesterday (because there were many more than 1000) got "wristbands" that allowed them to get their book signed by her, and now they're saying that not all those with wristbands got to get their books signed. They were snubbed! Plus you couldn't take pictures or bring posters/memorabilia for her to sign. That's because she's a maverick.

doo doo doo...

They're predicting flurries/snowy mix for Wednesday and Thursday! :D :D

ILOVECHRISTMASITISTHEBESTTIMEOFYEARCHRISTMASCHRISTMASCHRISTMAS!!!!!!!! I'm so so so so excited about putting up Christmas decorations next weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!!! I've been fighting SO HARD to not listen to the Christmas tunes. I usually wait until after Thanksgiving to get into The Spirit, but since we'll be out of town that weekend and i'll be too tired to decorate when we get back.....perhaps Tuesday will be a good day! Got nothing to do but pick up my headshots at 3:00 (which I'm soooooooooooo excited about - they look great!!)

Choir rehearsal today, tomorrow (not normal choir days) and performance Sunday (during the Saints game. Ugh.) Methinks I'll treat myself to some belated birthday retail therapy and spend money I don't have. Sounds like a plan.

TEEEEEEEEEENY tiny inklet of what could possibly end up as an idea has come into my brain and has started to root.

I may not go for my doctorate after I finish my master's.

This is only partly because the idea of school is REEEEAAALLLY starting to lose its appeal, but here is my thinking:
(God willing) I'll get my Master's in May 2011. I want to get married in fall 2011. (I think 2 years is plenty long, I really don't want to wait (and make ppl wait) longer than that.) I will get married in Louisiana. I do NOT want to plan a LA wedding from Indiana. I would like to move home after I get my degree (unless Bean gets a "real" job here). So all that being said, it doesn't make much sense to move home for a year, get married, get a place in LA, get jobs and then uproot whatever Bean's doing and pack up back to IU for the next fall. Seems pretty darn stupid actually. I suppose the other option would be to leave Bean in LA and come back to IU and finish DMA work alone (because I'd want to do it here). But I'm selfish and a pansy and I know I won't want to be separated from my new husband for that long. (I don't know how army wives do it. Really.)

This isn't all about the wedding thing either. The thought of more school (esp. DMA work) makes me want to hurt myself. I mean, isn't a Master's enough?? Besides, I can always go back to school, right? I guess I'm feeling like once I get my masters I'm going to want to settle down and set up shop somewhere, you know? (Although I guess I did pick the wrong career path if I want stability)

I know this is all lightyears away and I don't have to (and probably shouldn't) be thinking about it now, and who knows what's going to happen in 2 years and blah blah blah. But it's just something on my mind. I don't know.

(I can see my sister reading this and freaking out. Calm down. And don't tell Mama.)

Anyway, Halloween was pretty lame. I wish I had known about this "Zombie Parade" downtown! Could have been much fun. We didn't get a single trick-or-treater. I guess I couldn't really expect any in an apt. complex, but I always see kiddies getting on/off the school bus by Heritage so I guess I got my hopes up. Stupid Puppy wriggled out of, chewed and ripped his little jack-o-lantern shirt. It's fixable (even with my limited sewing skillz) but his lack of Halloween spirit is disappointing. Wait until he gets a Christmas sweater. I'm gonna glue it on him. At least we got to keep all the candy, we ordered pizza and watched Ghost Hunters and It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown...night wasn't a total loss.
And praise Jesus for that extra hour of sleep can-ah-git-uh-a-MEN-uh!!
(That last "uh" was a schwa. You betta reckonize.)
It's a LOT easier to get up in the mornings now that the sun rises earlier than effing 8:30.
Still haven't gotten Music History tests back. Grr. Class is a particular waste of time now that she's started posting lecture notes online (vague as they are).

Choir. Boo.

OH that test was lame.

It's really frustrating to me to study what, 12 chapters of material for an exam and then get there and there's not that much of what I studied on the test. I know we can't be fully tested on 12 chapters in 50 minutes, but still. Mental frustration much.

SO it's 8:50, teacher calls time, and NO ONE has finished. One guy raises his hand and asks about a discrepancy in the alotted times printed on the test (she writes like "Assigned Listening, 10 minutes, Identification of terms, 20 minutes" etc.) in which she didn't put a time for one section, but all the others added up to 50 minutes. She said it's because one time was meant to cover 2 sections. Excuse me? So the guy isn't snotty about it but basically tells her it's a lot of information to write for the times allowed and then he turned around and asked "Is anyone finished" and everyone was all "NO!"
Now, my official exam strategy is to go through the entire exam and answer what I know and then go back and work, so the "alotted times" really don't matter to me. Most of the class works section by section (i know because teacher asked). I was pretty much as finished as I was going to be, but I would have answered more and been a lot less panicked if we had more time.
So teacher says "Well it does say something that none of you are done, but I had Peter Burkholder proofread the test and HE thought the alotted times were more than generous."

...

WELL, if *I* authored Music History AND Theory TEXTBOOKS and wrote at one thousand words per minute, I would think 40 minutes to identify three terms in "a short paragraph" and answer "Be specific." questions about AND compare and contrast FOUR SCORES would be a fair amount of time TOO.

ARGH

Am desperately trying to avoid studying for the Music History Test From Hell. Someone please make me focus.
Please?

We had epic pumpkin failure last night. We were in the living room and heard this loud "THUD" from somewhere and we just figured one of our neighbors dropped something. Later Bean took the Puppy outside and when he came back he had this horrified look on his face and my first thought was "Oh no. Pumpkin fail." It had fallen off the balcony railing and broke on our deck. It didn't go splat or anything (the only mess was candle wax) but the beautiful Saints fleur de lis had popped out and was lying far away from the rest of the pumpkin. Twas a sad time. But it's ok, because we may have carved Pumpkin I too early anyway (it was starting to cave in at the top) and when I cut out the bottom I didn't leave the fleur de lis connecting to the rest of the pumpkin so it was hanging on by the top. We have learned lesson for Pumpkin II. Am ready for Halloween. I don't know if we'll get trick-or-teaters, but we have candy to hand out! (That is unless Bean and I can't stop "just having one piece") I don't have a costume - nowhere to wear it.

MUST. STUDY.

It was cold and rainy today. It's supposed to get up in the 70s Thurs and Friday, and then be in the low 50s all weekend. Louisiana weather is more stable. (And that's sayin something.)

goingtofailmusichistory

Really should turn off The Biggest Loser. They must really want to punch Jillian Michaels in the face. She's such a biotch.

Thank God we're starting Baroque opera next week. If I hear the word "motet" or "madrigal" again I'm...well idk what I'll do but I'll be PISSED.

I'm a little concerned about how thin my hair is getting. The hair on my head is very fine and I am constantly pulling hair off my clothes, out of my brush, and out of the shower drain. It's really getting bad. I've started taking special hair/skin/nail vitamins, but Mama thinks I should get my thyroid checked, since both she and my grandma have underactive thyroids(Could it be? a medical reason for why I'm so lazy?), which I've heard can cause hair loss. I want these vitamins to kick in now (because I'm choosing to believe they are magic and I'll wake up one morning with a head of thick unbreakable hair); I'm meeting with the photographer for headshots on Friday (!!!) and I want Kardashian hair.

I REALLY must not want to study.

I'm going to be 23 in 12 days. 'Twill be my first birthday away from friends and family, and my first birthday in 3 years that won't be celebrated drunk at NATS with Pottle Peeps. I'm in graduate school, a time zone away from home with my fiance and my dog in our own place. I feel like such an adult.

Not really. Adults would have more focus and STUDY FOR AN IMPORTANT TEST IN 11 HOURS

The fall colors don't last very long, do they? They were beautiful for a couple of weeks and now most of the leaves are on the ground. :( But I do enjoy the *crunch crunch* noise when you walk through them. :)

OMG after this class I'll be done with general Music History forEVAH!!!
I think I just found my motivation.

I love how I'm turning into my mother. Bean reminds me of this often, I suppose to try to turn me off of this slippery slope (because chances are it won't end well for him). However it usually only makes me angry because, as we've been OVER and OVER this, "You're turning into your mother" ranks right up there with "You're lookin a little fat today" as things you do NOT say to the woman in your life.
(PS - Major setback in Bean's Training: He now thinks it's CUTE when I get angry. So whenever I get pissy he likes to egg me on. Must fix this or will undo everything.)
But I guess you can't fight The Ann Gene. A few examples:
While watching TV I switch between TLC, Style (Clean House and The Dish only), home improvement shows on A&E (God help me), HGTV, and WE (Wedding shows mostly - very un-Ann-like, but I'm kinda doing research, which is Ann-like)
Packing for the Louisiana trip was a nightmare.
I make honey-do lists for Bean. And then get REALLY upset when he doesn't do them.
Shopping for some Halloween decor yesterday, Bean asked what I'm looking for: I like simple, classy, festive things, but NOTHING with a cartoon character on it and NOTHING that actually says "Happy Halloween". (sounds very familiar) When he pointed out a pumpkin carving kit my immediate reaction was "WHY would we spend $5 on that when we have spoons and knives at home??!" (It's like I'm channeling her) I settled on strings of orange lights for the balcony railings. Later we were talking about Christmas decorations and I told him I wanted those electric candles for all the windows to which he said "That seems a little old-lady-ish."
There's no hope for me.

Sooooooo yeah.
Lesson today. I hate my lessons. Not really. I think I just hate the day leading up to my lesson. I never feel prepared. I mean I know my music but I always go in thinking it will be awful but I haven't had a "bad lesson" yet...although I'm sure my Day of Reckoning is fast approaching.
Argh.
I need to be more disciplined. 'Tis a problem.
Everyone's been talking about Young Artist's Programs and summer programs and I've been asked why I'm not applying and I'm thinking, you know what? I'm only freaking 22, there's a little time for that, and I'd really rather get a job this summer and get some more money saved up. And since now I know I have the time for it I can keep a job during the school year. Living off student loans is stressful. (Meanwhile, ante up Phi Kappa Phi! I sent in the registration form weeks and weeks ago and would v. much like my scholarship check! Mama needs her booze.)
So things are good here. Meanwhile, I am SOOOOOOO excited about going home in 9 days!! It's a short visit but i'm going to cram as many foods (middendorfscarettacrazypigtommy's), drinks(daiquirismargaritas) and friends (drunkparties) in as I can! After all it's gotta tide me over until Christmas.

Um, that's all for now.

Just got Tetanus booster and flu shot. Hating my life and my left arm right now. (Although as much as shots suck I'm not going to complain when poor Amie had to get shots in the EYE!! Yikes!) At least I am officially compliant with IU and they'll let me register for classes in the spring, and all I need know is the pig flu vaccine and I'll be ready for my first yankee winter. Bean needs to get vaccinated. He gets sick so much more easily than I do. I NEVER had a sinus infection before we started dating and I've had 2 a year since, a couple of which knocked me on my ASS for days. I hope our children get my immune system. Although with my luck the dry air up here will keep him healthy and somehow knock me out of whack. My throat has been so dry lately. I think I crave the humidity.

You know what I DON'T crave? A freaking MONTH of steady sunshine. I am all about pretty days, and I know it's going to be nothing but cold and gray once November hits, but my LORD a girl needs a stormy day once in a while in which to sulk. I am grateful for the beautiful weather and the comfy temperatures, but I am the Princess of Darkness and would love a stormy weekend morning so I can wallow in bed.

OK. Halfway through Week 3. This is what needs to happen in order for me to stop being stressed out and feel like I finally have my act together.
- Cast lists need to be posted. Now. I don't care if I got a role or not, I just want to know. because 1.) i'm a little over living in suspense, and 2.) if I'm not in Zauberflote I'm going home for the gala.
- First lesson with the accompanist so I can see exactly what I'm working on and how this is going to go. But that's today so that will be done.
- Stravinsky solo audition results need to be announced. Although right now I'd settle for callbacks to be announced, because on the way out of the audition yesterday the director was all "Thank you, callbacks will be Friday or Saturday." I'm going to Oxford this weekend to see Scott and Cara and watch SLU play Ole Miss. Argh argh argh.

There's probably more but I need to go to Italian.
Ciao.

I was right about the Stravinsky. It WAS the evil recording that made me hate it. Leave it to Bernstein to make me love Stravinsky at the height of his weirdness.

I wish I had known that it's a ballet. (Which we get to perform with the ballet dept. as part of the opera season!)

I wish I knew more.

But that's why I'm here, right? To get some dang edukashun and stuff?

I want an iPhone so bad. And a daiquiri. And crawfish. Pounds and pounds of boiled crawfish.

So I am in Contemporary Vocal Ensemble. As a Soprano ONE. They even asked at the audition, "who is usually soprano I, because there are a lot of high Bs in the piece" and I KNOW I did not raise my hand. *shrugs* We'll see how that goes. We're doing Stravinsky's Les Noces, and I just listened to it, and I hate it. It's furious, weird, and, well, Stravinsky. Although it could have been the recording I listened to - everyone sounded like screaming asian children. I hope we don't have to sing it like that. Eh, I'm sure I'll warm up to it. Rehearsals start today.

Now that Cattle Calls are over and choir rehearsals are starting I'm looking forward to establishing a homework/study/practice routine...hate hate hate erratic schedule.

I'm so homesick I could burst into tears. I know it's immature and unfair, but every time I see somebody's Facebook status about what a great time they had last night or they can't wait for margaritas at Carreta or raving about their glorious plans for football weekends I want to comment and scream "STOP HAVING FUN WITHOUT ME"

Maybe I should stay off Facebook until I have some Indiana friends of my own.

I really do love it up here though. Seriously. I wish I had more positive and funny things to say.

Ciao

HOkay. Have put one class behind me as an IU student. Am now sitting in the music library (because the music school is so huge it needs its own 3-story library. And that's exciting.) bored bored bored going crazy waiting for next class to start (in an hour) since they haven't confirmed my practice room reservation I have nothing to do but stalk the choral office waiting for them to post ensemble assignments.

Actually, there's probably a thousand things I could be doing. Much exploring to be done. I think I'm just too shell-shocked to get up from the computer.

Bean and The Puppy have been here for 10 days now. Puppy seems to be finally adjusting. He went NUTS whenever we left the first couple of days. He would sit in his cage and bark bark bark and cry forever. Unfortunately his cage was near the front door, which is pretty thin and sound really reverbs in the stairwell outside. We went to dinner the 2nd day Bean was here and came home to find The Puppy still going crazy and a kind but annoyed note from our next door neighbor. The next day we moved Grissom's cage to the guest bedroom (as far from the stairwell as possible) and bought one of those little machines that emits a noise only dogs can hear whenever he barks. It seems to have worked - he doesn't want to get in his cage, but he doesn't bark when we leave or when we come back. He's also FINALLy started eating his food...he didn't eat for almost a solid week. (Except for times like yesterday when I left a pretty much empty bag of Zapps on the coffee table to go to the bathroom and came back to find The Puppy running around with his head completely in the bag. I wish I had gotten a picture.)He's been really good (so far) about not relieving himself inside, and he's getting used to the walking routine. Apparently he knows when it's bedtime too: I've been going to bed around like 9:30 ish, because Orientation last week included a lot of early mornings, so last night around then I was on the computer in the guest room and The Puppy came and sat (with his favorite pacifier toy) in front of my bedroom door, but at such an angle that he could see me in the guest room. He put down his toy and barked (just once every couple of minutes) until I turned around in my chair to see him, at which point he would grab his toy and dart into the bedroom and leap onto the bed. When I wouldn't join him he would come back to his place in front of the bedroom door and wag his tail and repeat the barking thing. This went on for about 20 minutes. It was so funny. I went into the living room to tell Bean goodnight and Grissom followed me in there, stared at me for a few minutes, and then darted back into the bedroom. I'm so glad I have The Puppy to keep me on track.

Oh dear. Time for Italian.
Ciao!

UGH I feel like I've been here for a month, not a week+. I need school to start.

If I have to look at Music History any more I'm going to shove my conductor's baton into my eye.
If I'm not cooking, cleaning or practicing, I'm reading/outlining/making flashcards (a lot from the ones Emily was so good to bring over - hello, godsend!). I do need to study though...everyone I've talked to said the history test is hard hard stupid hard. Argh.

Practicing feels good. I'm ashamed to say I'd actually forgotten what it feels like. It feels g-o-o-d to really sing again. Am a wee bit intimidated by sounds of sopranos practicing around me...and by the music building(s) in general. I was exploring the other day and actually squealed in fright when I ran into a door with a giant red "V" on it that said "Studio VANESS". Am v. proud of self for learning (and memorizing) Smanie implacabile in 2 days! I think it would be a good audition piece (esp. since the remaining operas besides Magic Flute are in Italian...would cover the Mozart and the language);I'll have to see what Ms., er, I mean Professor Schrock thinks...hopefully she can cram in a lesson next week. I hope she likes it...is it bad that one of the reasons I want to sing it is so I don't have to sing a pants aria in a dress? I love my audition dress. It is black, elegant, slimming and fabulous (and a size less than I usually wear :))

It's kinda crazy that I wake up every morning and can do whatever I want. Well, it's always either clean, study or practice, but no one's telling me to get up and do something. Not that people were dictating my schedule before, but I live totally alone (for now), 12 hours from home, and finally have a car completely at my disposal. It's different, you know? Maybe you don't. Idk, i'm weird.

FOOTBALLFOOTBALLFOOTBALLFOOTBALLSAINTSPLAYIN3HOURSI'MSOEXCITEDILOVEFOOTBALLSEASON
I'm going to extraordinary lengths for my Saints. I can't actually watch the game (poop.), but WWL streams on the internet (yay!). I'm mooching off someone's wireless internet (ssh don't tell anyone) and I only get decent reception in the living room, which is as far away as possible from my desktop computer in the guest room. UnFORtunately, my poor 5-year-old beast laptop can't do sound (and it's an internal problem, so plugging in external speakers or headphones doesn't work), so I'm gonna move my desktop in the living room so I can pick up wireless AND listen to the broadcast. *whew* Thankfully Bean will be here before the next game, and his laptop plays sound perfectly well. :)
I wanted some kind of Saints decor for my door, so I ordered a cheap little banner from NFL shop yesterday. It came today. :) I knew the dimensions when I ordered it, but when I unrolled it, it was. HUGE. It takes up 3/5 of the height of my front door. It's obnoxious. And it's the VERY first thing anyone sees when they walk in the building. But I love it! I love my gigantic obnoxious door banner. And I love my Saints.

Next week = best week ever. Thursday: RETURN OF PROJECT RUNWAY!!! *Hallelujah chorus in background* Friday: Bean and The Puppy arrive!!! So essite. Saturday: Saints play again! Sunday: Danielle arrives to spend the night on her way home from Michigan! Yay for Danielle time. Then, Orientation starts and the dreaded Exams of Doom begin.

I do so love it up here.

So, plans to diet and exercise this summer were an epic failure. I wanted to get as much southern cooking as I could before I left; I wasn't about to pay for a gym and it was entirely too hot to even consider stepping outside. Maybe before cattle calls I can stress myself into losing 10 pounds like I did during Peter Pan (which I'm almost positive I've gained back since, dammit) - and considering my stress level right now and the fact that I'll be living on sandwiches soon this is entirely possible. Yay?

Plans to practice: Fail. Am hopelessly unprepared for uber-competitive university singing environment. God help me. I'm spending all this week in a practice room and hopefully once I'm settled in Bloomington next week I'll have time to do nothing but practice and study (I'm singing organum in my sleep, ugh.) I don't even know what I'll be singing for auditions yet. Rep list looks pathetic, arias are scarce. Panicpanicpanic. Must find audition outfit. Must call Obi-Schrock-Kenobi for guidance.

On other hand, I love that I have so much family that I really didn't have to buy much for the apartment with all their hand-me-downs, I ain't proud! I do feel bad that I'll be taking pretty much all of Bean's furniture with me and he won't be coming for God knows how long.

I love everyone. That is all.

I really hate to be a traitor to my state, but I just want to say I'm not a baseball fan in general and I particularly do not care for LSU and its obnoxious fans, so (even though it was a solid victory) I'm a LITTLE over having "GEAUX TIGERS" screamed at me constantly since last night (verbally and ...word-ly). Let me know when football season starts so I can give a damn.

Couple that with stress about the Indiana Move and Peter Pan opening in three days and the Lost Boys getting louder and louder and a couple key props aren't finished, all at a VERY BAD time of the month, and....well, perhaps I should just avoid human contact until Saturday. Oh wait, I can't.

Peter Pan's chiffon shadow can SUCK IT!!!

That is all.

FIRST, let me just say that I love my graduation present to myself - a beastly customized PC with a glorious huge flatscreen monitor. THAT being said, I am a WEE BIT miffed that the internet only works about 6% of the time. Kind of puts a damper on the beastliness. (I mean, what good does a super-fast processor and a 21-inch HD flatscreen do if you can't connect to the WoW game server? Fail.)

I'm still in my pajamas at 3:45. I feel disgusting. But I cleaned out my closet, tidied up my room and made much progress on theory study guide and looking up misc. IU information, so at least I'm not feeling disgusting AND unproductive.

I should shower soon. Peter Pan at 5:00. I'm a little freaked out that pretty much every night's dream has involved that show. Like last night I dreamed the kids were watching Bridget practice flying, but we were all at an indoor pool? Because apparently the rehearsal schedule said "Dance 5:30-6, SWIM TIME!! 6-7:00, Music 7:..." And the night of Maria's bachelorette party I dreamed we were all marching behind her down Bourbon St. singing "LA LA LA LA" to the tune of "Wendy."

So we have an apartment in Bloomington! Tres exciting. The leasing manager sounded really nice and they seem very pet-friendly. I'll be moving up there the first week of August, probably alone :( ...Bean got a job at Target and the store opens the last week of July, so I doubt he'll be able to take off. He's also probably going to have to stay in Hammond for another month or so to be eligible for a transfer. So I guess I'll be setting up house on my own for a while.

Am a wee bit stressed and scared of starting graduate school. I tell you what, for the last four years I've been living off church checks and scholarship money, my parents pay my phone bill, and my scholarship came with a free on-campus apartment. So now I'm being thrown into the real world and having to grow up pretty darn quickly. Not having it.

But that's my life. How are YOU?

65 Questions You've Probably Never Been Asked...you know the rules. Tag people in this note (including the person who tagged you)!

1.First thing you wash in the shower? Face

2. What color is your favorite hoodie? Green...all my sweatshirts are SLU apparel.

3. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? Hell yes

4. Do you plan outfits? Sometimes the night before if something important is happening the next day

5. How are you feeling RIGHT now? Like I should be doing something more productive than this

6. What is the closest thing to you that's red? The shirt I'm wearing

7. Last dream? I was at a DO meeting with Tyrone and Ms. Rowe and I was going to make a whole batch of Vodka Tonics and there were like 20 bottles of each around and they were all empty. More like a nightmare.

8. Did you meet anybody new today? Um I haven't left the house in 2 days.

9. What are you craving right now? Taco Bell and Cane's.

10. Do you set goals? I do, but they're usually pretty short-lived

11. What comes to mind when I say cabbage? Scrubs

12. Are you emotional? Am I female?

13. Have you ever counted to 1,000? ...Why would I want to?

14. Do you bite into your ice cream or just lick it? Lick

15. Do you like your hair? Yes but it rarely behaves and it's not that interesting.

16. Do you like yourself? Pretty much; I mean there are things that I would like to change but doesn't everyone feel that way?

17. Would you go out to eat with George W. Bush? Like him or not, southern cooking + him saying something interesting/retarded = successful meal

18. What are you listening to right now? My daddy watching TV

19. Are your parents strict? My mom is just a little bit psycho, but she's fair and a generous hostess.

20. Would you go sky diving? I could die happily without doing that, thank you.

21. Do you like cottage cheese? No *vomit*

22. Have you ever met a celebrity? I stood 2 feet from Sean Patrick Thomas at a bar in New Orleans recently. Kind of a life-changing moment.

23. Do you rent movies often? Bean rents them often. I watch them often.

24. Is there anything sparkly in the room you're in? No. My mother does not do sparkly.

25. How many countries have you visited? Germany, Italy, France, Netherlands

26. Have you made a prank phone call? No, I'd mess it up

27. Ever been on a train? Yep in Europe

28. Brown or white eggs? Does it matter?

29.Do you have a cell-phone? I *heart* my LG Shine

30. Do you use chap stick? Sure

31. Do you own a gun? I don't think Bean would feel comfortable with my owning a gun.

32. Can you use chop sticks? If I must

33. Who are you going to be with tonight? Not sure

34. Are you too forgiving? Absloutely not.

35. Ever been in love? Yes!

36. What is your best friend(s) doing tomorrow? Probably playing World of Warcraft

37. Ever have cream potatoes? mmm yes

38. Last time you cried? Sometime last week

39. What was the last question you asked? "Mama, you were bitten by a dog?!"

40. Favorite time of the year? Winter most def. I loathe the heat and I love holidays

41. Do you have any tattoos? Nope.

42. Are you sarcastic? It's my favorite medium.

43. Have you ever seen The Butterfly Effect? I started to and got 20 minutes in and said "F*** this."

44. Ever walked into a wall? ...yes.

45. Favorite color? Black, green, pink

46. Have you ever slapped someone? I slap Bean and Danielle all the time, but not super duper hard

47. Is your hair curly? No. Wavy and frizzy, yes, but curly no.

48. What was the last CD you bought? iTunes albums count? Susan Graham - Le frisson francais

49. Do looks matter? Not as much as other things, but it's nice when people take care of themselves

50. Could you ever forgive a cheater? I don't know, but I'd like to say I would.

51. Is your phone bill sky high? My parents pay my bill.

52. Do you like your life right now? Yes, but I'm starting a whole new one in August so I'm a little stressed about that.

53. Do you sleep with the TV on? Absolutely.

54. Can you handle the truth? Sure

55. Do you have good vision? Like a hawk

56. Do you hate or dislike more than 3 people? Hate is a strong word. But dislike, yes. I dislike more than 3 people.

57. How often do you talk on the phone? I HATE talking on the phone. Text or email is preferred.

58. The last person you held hands with? Bean :)

59. What are you wearing? Red t-shirt and blue jeans

60.What is your favorite animal? Penguins

61. Where was your default picture taken? apparently in the arctic

62. Can you hula hoop? On WiiFit...

63. Do you have a job? At present - church singing, props and wrangling children for Peter Pan, and studying for grad school entrance exams

64. What was the most recent thing you bought? Gas

65. Have you ever crawled through a window? Yep through the unknown practice rooms in the front upstairs of Pottle onto the roof

66. If you could own every season in a TV DVD collection, what would it be? Scrubs or Sex and the City

Oh. My. God.
I hate, loathe, despise, HATE when the percussionists practice marimba in the halls. hateithateithateitHATEIT!!!! I finally have the drive and time to be productive and cannot focus on task at hand because am distracted by constant dinging around the corner. Perhaps will go stand over by Offender and sing an aria. Or two. Very loudly.

God, my iPod at its loudest won't tune it out.

Kill.

SO. Update. Next year I will be at...drumroll please...Indiana! Am tres tres excited. :) I've already been getting emails about orientation and stuff (and can I just say how happy I am that Theory entrance exam is multiple choice??!!) and I've been invited to join the Jacobs School facebook group.

I feel so accepted and loved. :)

Maria's getting married in like 6 weeks. Also tres exciting! I'm going to get fitted for my bridesmaid dress today, and Maria picked a good one. :) Bean and I haven't set a date yet, but I'm thinking November 2011. I hate, Hate, HATE Louisiana summer and I would rather elope to Vegas than plan a June wedding.

C'est tout. Ta.

Someone please save me from my Form and Analysis Paper-Writing hell.




Oh, P.S. it would be greatly appreciated if my white knight came with alcohol and a hot meal.
kthxbai

I'M ENGAGED.
MY RECITAL IS FRIDAY.
I'M ENGAGED!!
MY SENIOR RECITAL IS IN 2 DAYS!!!
I'M GOING TO BE MRS. BEAN!!!
BY THIS TIME FRIDAY I WILL HAVE FINISHED MY RECITAL AND WILL PROBABLY BE ENJOYING A VODKA TONIC. TONIC OPTIONAL.


Did I mention I've got some serious bling on my left ring finger?


I'm a little bit of a mess right now.

And that is an EPIC fail.

I think it's hysterical that my aunt and I both gave up hard liquor and wine for Lent (but beer is ok...let's not get TOO crazy, people!). This is even funnier because I discovered the fact as we both broke our Lenten pacts at Tope La after the LPO concert. (Aunt: I'm actually not supposed to be drinking this... Me: Why? You gave it up for Lent? (haha) Aunt: How did you know?) Although bartender is stingy with the scotch and vodka (IVAN!!) and since we refused to pay for doubles I downed two vodka tonics and was coherent the entire evening.

Ms. Rowe was amazing in the concert (singing Barber's Knoxville Summer of 1915 with the LPO). Sublime. Am so very excited to be doing a show with her. Makes me want to go practice. Right now. But I can't. Because we freaking lose an hour of sleep and I have churchy church in the morning.

Fledermaus opens in 10 days. Two midterms this week. My recital hearing is in 17 days. My recital is in 25 days. I'm going insane waiting to hear from grad schools.

I picked a bad year to give up alcohol.