I lied.
I'm actually very happy right now. That last entry was written after pulling an all-nighter, to which, of course, I am no stranger, but I like my sleep. And I don't like poring over Italian text completing pages of pointless assigments at the last second, especially when they're not listed in the syllabus as being due the day of the test. Or at all, for that matter. Anyway, suffice it to say it was a bad night and my room was "occupied," so I was chilling with my baby mac and some other unfortunates in the library all night.
Right now I have lesser problems. I slept last night so I could wake up and write a paper about writing and email someone about the Italian I missed when I was praying it up on Tuesday, but I've been getting at least six hours of sleep every night. I can function better. I don't fall asleep in class. Classes don't start at an ungodly hour. Classes are relatively brief and don't assign large amounts of work, they just mandate that I learn material quickly. These are my types of classes.
I'm singing a lot here, much more than I'd ever bargained for, and it's working out very well. I find that all the singing forces me to sing correctly at least 95% of the time, which, for those of you who are singers, you can imagine would be important in avoiding pain. I have a couple different friend groups here - since I'm in the School of Music and in the regular college (actually a special program within the college, kind of a humanities intensive), I chilllll with both groups. My roommate is such a weird fucking person in the same way I am and I completely love her. She left me last weekend to play soccer in Iowa and it was traumatic. When she came back, we had a party and cried a little. I hate being lonely.
Voice majors are always fun. Always. And of late I get to hang out with the olda kids because a lot of them are in the Gilbert and Sullivan. Performance here is so much better than just about every other place in the country, since not only is there a ton of School of Music opera, musical theater, and straight theater, but there are also like 10 student performance groups, including GIlbert and Sullivan and some others that are really hardcore with a lot of $$$ to go all out on a show. And everyone here seems to be RFT, really fucking talented, which always is a big plus in the directing and producing of theater. So anyway, I'll be singing the lead in the G&S and I just found out that I'm singing the Nat'l Anthem for Division I sports games, holla back. Things are shaping up hella well.
And, of course, there are so many guys here and I didn't know what to do with myself, but now I know exactly what's going on. And it's great. And I'm pretty much done with this, because in essence it's a plot-driven update and I have too much work to fuck around further.
Right now I have lesser problems. I slept last night so I could wake up and write a paper about writing and email someone about the Italian I missed when I was praying it up on Tuesday, but I've been getting at least six hours of sleep every night. I can function better. I don't fall asleep in class. Classes don't start at an ungodly hour. Classes are relatively brief and don't assign large amounts of work, they just mandate that I learn material quickly. These are my types of classes.
I'm singing a lot here, much more than I'd ever bargained for, and it's working out very well. I find that all the singing forces me to sing correctly at least 95% of the time, which, for those of you who are singers, you can imagine would be important in avoiding pain. I have a couple different friend groups here - since I'm in the School of Music and in the regular college (actually a special program within the college, kind of a humanities intensive), I chilllll with both groups. My roommate is such a weird fucking person in the same way I am and I completely love her. She left me last weekend to play soccer in Iowa and it was traumatic. When she came back, we had a party and cried a little. I hate being lonely.
Voice majors are always fun. Always. And of late I get to hang out with the olda kids because a lot of them are in the Gilbert and Sullivan. Performance here is so much better than just about every other place in the country, since not only is there a ton of School of Music opera, musical theater, and straight theater, but there are also like 10 student performance groups, including GIlbert and Sullivan and some others that are really hardcore with a lot of $$$ to go all out on a show. And everyone here seems to be RFT, really fucking talented, which always is a big plus in the directing and producing of theater. So anyway, I'll be singing the lead in the G&S and I just found out that I'm singing the Nat'l Anthem for Division I sports games, holla back. Things are shaping up hella well.
And, of course, there are so many guys here and I didn't know what to do with myself, but now I know exactly what's going on. And it's great. And I'm pretty much done with this, because in essence it's a plot-driven update and I have too much work to fuck around further.