So... I moved out of my dorm room in Harrill that I have shared with my good friend, Karol Anne, and have acquired a PRIVATE room in Central Drive. Best idea. Ever.
My new room in about the size of the room I shared with KA, but now it is all to myself. The rooms are suite-style, meaning, there are four rooms in each suite (one girl per room) and those four girls share a big living room area, one toilet, two showers, two sinks with great lighting in the bathroom, and a huge mirror. SCORE! That is all I can say about that. I now also have my own fridge all to myself, and a tv/dvd/Tivo that I don't have to share with anyone.
And OMG! I haven't even told you about the closet! A walk-in closet! Yes, a walk-in closet. I don't even have enough clothes with me at college right now to fill my gorgeous walk-in closet... I'm going to have to bring in more from home... and this is something that I don't have any issue with.
Side note: this dorm is also almost brand new... it still smells new, the design is current, and it's pretty!
Oh, and another thing: all the Irish exchange students live in this hall. :) Bonus.
So, that's pretty much what's going on with me... Charlotte d'Amboise was in town this past week to choreograph Chorus Line Montage. It was a fabulous time. I love that woman... not so much the hundreds of sit-ups we had to do, but it was extremely worth it. She's gone now, but will be back for another week in October.
Dave Clemmons is coming to work with us tomorrow and Sunday... I still don't know what I'm going to sing for him. Sad day. I need to figure that out pronto.
Soooo much stuff is happening this week.
*Dave Clemmons
*UC Lawn Performance
*School House Rock opens
*I film my scene for Acting for Camera
*I am also performing my scene for Acting III
*Concert Choir Concert
... and God only knows what else.
Stay tuned.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Monday, September 1, 2008
I can't... I have rehearsal.
School is in full swing now, and I can't breathe. haha Between homework and rehearsals... I pretty much don't have time to do anything. Oh... I should probably put in a word about what I'm rehearsing for... I am in School House Rock. It's a six person show based on the classic tv show. I play Dori, and sing some of your SHR favorites like "A Noun Is A Person, Place, Or Thing" and "The Preamble". Despite that the entire show is cheesy, we're having a great time!
So in the very very minimal amount of free time I had this weekend, my parents were acting strangely, and basically insisted that I come home... I thought something funny was going on, but chalked it up to them not having seen me in two weeks. It wasn't until I got home that I realized that this wasn't the case. They led me to a little grave around the back of my house; apparently, my father accidentally ran over my cat this Wednesday as he was making a hasty retreat to get to church on time. She died almost instantly on impact. At least there wasn't any suffering, but I really wish that I had been there... or at least have gotten to love on her one last time. The whole retelling of the event was pretty horrendous. My father starting crying as soon as I saw her grave... Mom told me that he has been beating himself up for it since it happened. My neighbor happened to be outside when the accident happened and came over and helped my mother bury my cat and he was crying just as hard as she was. He brought over a big rock to sit on top of the grave, and a figurine of a little girl holding her cat. That was a very sweet gesture, but it just made me cry harder. Anyway... I've been dealing with that... which probably sounds ridiculous, being this upset over the death of a cat, but it was MY cat. I've had that cat since I was in middle school, and there was no denying that she was MY cat, as she blatantly showed a marked preference to me. It was all sort of a shock, but she was getting old and already had acquired some medical issues, so perhaps it was a blessing. It still sucks though. But rest in peace, my little Mamma Cat... I miss you already.
Well, I'm off to do a pile of homework... yay school.
So in the very very minimal amount of free time I had this weekend, my parents were acting strangely, and basically insisted that I come home... I thought something funny was going on, but chalked it up to them not having seen me in two weeks. It wasn't until I got home that I realized that this wasn't the case. They led me to a little grave around the back of my house; apparently, my father accidentally ran over my cat this Wednesday as he was making a hasty retreat to get to church on time. She died almost instantly on impact. At least there wasn't any suffering, but I really wish that I had been there... or at least have gotten to love on her one last time. The whole retelling of the event was pretty horrendous. My father starting crying as soon as I saw her grave... Mom told me that he has been beating himself up for it since it happened. My neighbor happened to be outside when the accident happened and came over and helped my mother bury my cat and he was crying just as hard as she was. He brought over a big rock to sit on top of the grave, and a figurine of a little girl holding her cat. That was a very sweet gesture, but it just made me cry harder. Anyway... I've been dealing with that... which probably sounds ridiculous, being this upset over the death of a cat, but it was MY cat. I've had that cat since I was in middle school, and there was no denying that she was MY cat, as she blatantly showed a marked preference to me. It was all sort of a shock, but she was getting old and already had acquired some medical issues, so perhaps it was a blessing. It still sucks though. But rest in peace, my little Mamma Cat... I miss you already.
Well, I'm off to do a pile of homework... yay school.
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