Well, all my applications are submitted. Now all I have to do is mail my transcripts, take the GRE, and make sure all my profs fill our my recommendations. Whew. One more week of school, one final, one presentation, one paper, one lab notebook check, and one test left.
My roommate, Allison, and I decked out our house last night for Christmas. We have a tree with a Santa hat on top, red and gold table cloths, and sparkely snow men on the walls. I am extremely excited about it. Excuse me for a mintue while I go jam out to some xmas tunes.
I've been super busy filling out applications this week. I'm not entirely sure that I actually want to do any of the things that I have applied for...all I know is that I love music and I want to keep doing THAT. Music has been pretty much the only constant in my life, that's something I have realized lately. Of course, our relationship has changed and grown over the years. We have had some rough patches, hurt each other now and then. But it just keeps getting better.
I just got back from a week with the fam. It was....taxing...but still there were some nice moments. Like when we went to see my great grandmother in her nursing home, and this frail old man heard me singing to Beauty and the Beast (don't ask me...I guess that's what people watch when they get old) and wheeled himself in to ask me to sing to him some more. Not wanting to feel awkward, I picked some songs we all knew...and even the old man sang along.
I really don't feel like the word awkward should have two 'w's in it.
In conclusion, maybe I can just take whichever school/program accepts me with the most money as a sign of where I'm supposed to be. And then maybe I will stay there for longer than two years. I never thought I would say this, but feeling displaced is getting a little old.
I love Russian things. Art, music, literature, ballet, gymnastics, dark and gloomy atmosphere. I would absolutely love to go to Russia. I love Ayn Rand, Tolstoy, Rachmaninoff, Dostoevsky, Rubinstein, Tchaikovsky, Mussorgsky, and.....not.....communisim. To me, it is such a fascinating culture.
Chorus tour starts at 5:30 tommorow morning. It is nearly immpossible to pack for spring break in a carry-on size suitcase. I'm doing my best...packing lots of mix and match staples. I had to include at least one pair of vintage shoes....I do love my grandmother...even though it is because of her that I could never learn Russian.
I've been reading Proust was a Neuroscientist. It's brilliant. Literature and science combined= the essence of my soul. I look up physiological psychology majors tonight....turns out they don't exsist in undergraduate form. I'll stick to me biochemistry.
Speaking of majors...I'm getting ready for my sophmore recital. I have a Handel aria that is so insanely hard, but so much fun that I cannot give it up. It's called Sweet Bird. Pretty much, it is me singing like a bird. So fun.
Sorry for this jumble of thoughts. I'm just rambling.
Die Nacht ist kommen.....Ich muss schlafen.
It's been an eventful break. I have trasped around Arkansas at every possible hour doing everything imaginable with some of the coolest girls you could ever be best friends with. I almost ventured out of Arkansas to Lousianna to enjoy my first sailing excursion, but, alas, my mother felt that if I went sailing in January that I would not only fall in and sink due to heavy clothing but freeze to death. I have gone to see five movies, two of which I hated, one of which I am living my life by when I go to Ireland this summer (P.S. I Love You). I am also now the proud owner of the complete second season of Gilmore Girls, and the proud owner of a vast amount of "sacred science" poured into my head courtesy of Thomas Aquinas. I have read the first 1-3 chapters of two other books, and have not practiced piano once. I went to my first Reggae concert, which was absolutely amazing, and bought a pearl bracelet. I have rolled around under the covers with my two little sisters and have watched enough Barney to last me for the next six months. I have frozen my butt off and gotten to wear coats and winter clothes! I also spent a week with my baby.
I'm going to like 2008.
Today was thrift store day. I had a simply marvelous black sequenced 80s dress with a huge gold frill skirt and big gold flower in the side. It was quite a trick to sit in it. To complete the ensemble, I added black crushed velvet saddle pants, some really old black heels, and a hideous big gold heart necklace. Wearing really weird outfits puts me in a really good mood.
So, after a lot of thought and speculation today I have made a very important decision. If I were to make a personal museum...of....well...myself. It would include the following items: my two hideous sequenced dresses, my Walt Whitman, Shakespeare, and Bronte sisters books, my pink fuzzy blanket, my christmas tree, and my monkey bank named Petunia. And throw in my dictionary as well. Yes, that would be a very good personal museum. Why I would ever have a personal museum or suppose that anyone would want to pay admission to see such things I have no idea.
I do, however, know that the Lord is a father to His children, and His compassion always grows warm towards them. Hos 11.