I hate packing! It's such a mess!

It's amazing -- you go through stress, the stress ends, and then your face breaks out -- proclaiming to the world what a hard week you've had!

Decision made.

Making big decisions right now...........will blog soon.......

Listening to my Recital CD

The first song, good. A couple of breath things -- but I like it so far.

Italian Set -- Rachel, your vibrato is made by breath, not manipulation of the vocal tract. Breath....but really, better than I expected. Some of the high notes I thought surely must have been atrocious were actually pretty impressive. Diction needs help -- but nothing to do about that until I get into a better program...

German song set -- wow! So THAT's what they mean by 'squeelo.' Oooh...didn't like that note quite so much. Overall, not bad so far!

Interesting service this morning. I've never been to a disciples of Christ church before. I found it to be rather baptist, but have no way of knowing if it is merely this particular church that is that way, or the denomination as a whole. They had the most beautiful stained glass window above the baptistry. The service order was rather different compared to other churches I've been to, but that really doesn't make any difference. And the communion was with little shards of bread and grape juice....old home week really. The sermon was good, but it's a holiday, so it should be. I got handed a little mother's day present on the way out the door. They gave them to every woman I think, but it was rather odd to be unmarried, and childless, and still be handed a present. Oh well -- everyone looks old when you're ten.

Just when you think the day sucks completely, and nothing is going right, you discover that the candle you hadn't opened, that you'd had for years, was coconut scented. And suddenly a bath makes all the difference....

Note to all interested: I have eliminated the phrase "the plan" from my vocabulary. More on this subject later.

Junk Mail Filter

Life is suddenly more boring now that I"ve set my junk mail filter to high. At least before I had about 30 messages a day to delete. Without those, I've had to come to the realization that I recieve almost no personal email. Unless its my parents writing to tell me that Baylor has demanded even more money from me in order to graduate. I am aware that if I WANT personal emails, I'm going to have to actually write some. That's actually why I like blogging. It keeps people updated on a daily basis. And if things are working right, they comment back and let you know in turn what they are up to, or what they like about what you've written, or something completely unrelated. And if the mood is just right, maybe several people will start a comment "conversation" (see Little Red Boat for an example of this) and you feel like everyone that you love is out there somewhere -- and somehow you're all connected.

Of course, in another week it won't matter because I'll be trapped without a computer for three months this summer. THREE MONTHS. Well, I can check my email at my grandparents' house -- but how often do I really want to wander their direction for the sole purpose of blogging the same message over again (worked last night, horrible rich people, singing in the bar on tuesday). I'll try to update when I can, but no promises on frequency of blogs. So, yes, that's all I have to say on this subject. I'm going to bed...

I'm done! I had my last final! I've finished with undergrad. Je suis finis! Io sono finita! YAY!!!!! Da Da dada DA dada DA! I'm so excited. Can't wait to get my stupid diploma! I told them to mail it to me! SO there baylor. Shove it up your.........! On a positive note, I'm so glad for the chance to get an education! Not many women in the world boast of that privledge.....yay! On to my masters!