Soooooooooooooo giddy today.

Spring Fever is on its way. The sun's been out for the last week; two thirds of the snow has melted away; the temp's consistently stayed in the upper thirties; no snow is predicted in the ten day forecast.

I was really getting the Winter Blues this season. There have been other contributing factors, but the weather's been a constant downer. Thus I was excessively pleased with myself when I walked to Atticus for lunch today in just a cardigan. I considered wearing my woven sandals, but then realized that even though 37 seems warm to me now, my toes would not be happy campers once I came down from my euphoric "it's February!" high. So I didnt. Hi-top Chucks all the way, baby.

I have rehearsals galore; a doctor's appointment that I don't really need; an appointment to petition for more credits with my class dean; Jeremy's show to see; more music stuff thrown in there somewhere; and Roman Holiday playing in the film series tomorrow, for which I wish Alex was here and not in Cameroon (tonight? it is the am now). I am buying new socks tomorrow at Bob's, and Yaron's going to cash some checks. Dave and I want to get to Hartford sometime soon to check out a record store there, and I'm excited about my Spring Break Without Any Plans or Destinations. Lisa and I plan to tone and elongate our sexy calves with some badass heels sometime soon, and I need to figure out the Middletown bus schedule to do so.

And school fits in there, somewhere. I have statistics tomorrow morning, for example.

Anyway. I could ramble on and on about blah blah blah and etc etc etc, but I do believe it's time to go to bed. Mwah.  ¶ 01:27

  let's rock and roll, baby.  ¶ 22:36

  Too much going on: In my head, in my house, and "out there."  ¶ 01:47

  Jubilee was a blast. The concert hall was sold out, we hit the arrangement just as planned, the crowd was totally into it. Before we went on, I said to Nyasha, "they're going to love it. We're going to hit the chorus, you're going to do your thing, I'll build up the piano, and suddenly the whole concert hall is gonna be clapping along and cheering after each phrase you sing."

And I was right.

Valentine's Day was spent at O'Rourke's with Lisa and Yaron. We split salmon, goat cheese, and kalamatta olive omlettes and french toast with an apple compote and homemade raspberry jam and clotted cream. Sooo good. Lisa and I looked for Christina Aguilera's Stripped at the record store with no luck. I picked up some new cds at Russell Library, went to a vocal rehearsal, and then spent the afternoon doing absolutely nothing. My mood sunk through the floor once evening hit, but some hysterical moments were had when I decided to play ostrich and hide my head under a blanket in the living room so that everything would just go away - namely the random people wandering into our house from the party next door who decided to leave their coats in our kitchen and eat our tortilla chips. Silly drunkards. I went to see L'Auberge Espagnole by myself at the late screening in the cinema, just to get away from everyone. I sat in the back corner, all alone. Sad, huh? But I wanted it to be that way. Happy Valentine's Day to me.

I think I might have to tell Tony I can't join the ensemble. Jumping in midsemester means I have to do twice the work of everyone else who's been in it the whole year. I'm tearing myself up over this prospect, but I can't do everything I want to do this semester. Things are already starting to fall apart, and I hate having to pick and choose what work I will complete. I sent an email to a fellow pianist to see if he'd be available for the spot if I opened it up. We'll see what happens.

In the meantime, I have another database due this week. This one's on infant mortality rates. It's projects like these that I don't want to sacrifice. Because the thing is, everything I do will have to be sacrificed in some way if I try to keep up this schedule. It won't just be McGuire's class, or Tony's ensemble that suffers. It will also be jazz orchestra, evening ensemble, voice lessons, Russian Politics, Statistics, LVGM, escorting, and the CRWC internship.

So why do I still feel like such a slacker?  ¶ 16:19