This end of this school year is quickly approaching, bringing with it a tilt-o-whirl of feelings I can't quite grasp. Part of me is so totally thrilled to be done with school for a while. I kind of can't wait to get these monstrosities that are my tonsils laser-ed off of me, even though it means I'm unable to do any kind of theatre/singing work this summer. I DO, however, get to lie on my ass recovering, probably watching bad reality TV marathons (please, oh, please, ANTM), drinking liquid Vicodin, sleeping, reading, and losing 15 lbs from being unable to eat due to earth-shattering pain. And that's just the first couple of WEEKS of summer. Then I'll get a temp job being an office monkey and a part time job at Borders (for the discount), and slowly but surely discover my singing voice again. I'll get to play with my darling toddler of a nephew, Carter, and my ridiculously cute newborn nephew, Dane, and hang out with the best mother in the world, and turn that lost 15 lbs into 30 lbs by taking as many spinning, kickboxing, yoga and pilates classes as I can handle. THEN, in the middle of July, just as the "God, I miss my college life and why am I wasting away in DES MOINES!?!?!" summer blues start to hit, I get to take off and spend 2 blissful weeks in Chicago taking improv and sketch comedy writing classes at The Second City. (note to self: must find place in Chicago to live for 2 weeks. Surely someone has room on their couch and would like a fun, clean, non-annoying, 21-year-old who's willing to pay rent) After that, more work, possibly a trip to Las Vegas, and the infamous Iowa State Fair. I don't think this summer will be too shabby.
I just re-read the beginning of this blog and realized that I meant to talk about a mix of emotions for impending summer. I guess I'm really just ready to be done with school for a while. I'm sick of everything. I hate feeling stuck in AMS, I hate feeling taking this stupid biology class, I hate doing this dialects project that I haven't even started yet. Ugg. And I've come full circle.
Think about summer, Anna. Just don't think about being a senior...eeek.
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