Had a very sane finals week—only music finals, so I spent a good chunk of the last 7 days with Amaretto sours from Trops. Think I did well in all my classes, my jury went pretty well. I am so excited for summer!

I am going to be working on several things this summer:
1) My project…yeah, I have my own corn…it’s pretty amazing.
2) Taking lessons from Dan to get ready for my recital in October.
3)Singing in a concert version of Carmen in July here in Columbia. Even if it is a small part, I am totally psyched.
4) Catching lots of bugs.
5)Spending more time with my friends.
6)Working out more.
7)Doing the Show-Me games, maybe the 800, probably not the 5K.
8) Turning 21 and drinking like Frank Sinatra! (That’s why the lady is a tramp…)

Usually the prospect of large amounts of time with nothing to do scares me. Creation (singing, thought, originality) takes a back seat to production (school work). I guess in my twisted mind, I equate my need for a sense of purpose with fighting against something. Real or unreal, I often perceive my self-worth as a measure of how much I have struggled—thus my habit of inventing new hurdles to jump through (ie, taking 20 hours a semester, double majoring, working a part-time job, maintaining a relationship, etc). Being a slave to the meritocracy is my way of life. If I'm not fighting, then I feel no impetus to exist.

Such is mango.

So I’m going to make a conscious effort to chill out.
[Jules: Bitch, be cool!]