So life has been rather crazy this thanksgiving. Wednesday mom treated my brother, sister, and I like slaves. Cleaning cleaning cleaning. Without end. Nine am until almost nine at night. My mother's room is clean, my bathroom is clean, the kitchen is clean. Living room, dining room, we even put plants in the (dead) garden. I wanted to die.

Relatives came in late, we weren't sure exactly WHEN they'd be in, but we knew it would be sometime after six or so. They got in at eight thirty. The ones who stayed with us were on my Mom's side of the family, from Dallas. My uncle, Kenny, his son, Jason (or Barett, if you choose to call him that), Jason's wife and kids, Tina, Ryan (Girl) and Smith.

Soon after that, I was dead asleep. Nothing looked better then that futon.

On Thanksgiving itself, I woke up early, or rather, was woken early. Little kids playing in the living room, sister shifting on the futon next to me, it wasn't bad, but my back hurt something awful. I got up, and showered quickly, felt a little more human. My dad's family was told to arrive around one thirty or so, so we had some time to 'tidy' the house, and cook some stuffing, and set up the backyard with some extra tables and stuff. We got it done, eventually.

I've got a big family. We expected around 44 people to show up yesterday, most of them direct family members. My dad is the oldest of nine children, all of them have spouses and children. All but two of my dad's siblings came with their families, and then a few of the spouses brought family of their own. An uncle brought his mother and sister, another brought his parents. We're pretty used to them as a whole, they're at a lot of our get togethers. My cousin Jason's daughter, Ryan, was my little shadow all day. Anytime i had to get into the very crowded kitchen, I had to make sure there was room for two before moving. I spent my day hanging out, eating, and playing with children. It was pretty exausting, actually.

The day after thanksgiving, I slept until one. I'd gone to bed around midnight, one am, so WOW. That's a lot of sleep. Must be the weather change or something. Anyway, my mom's family was still with us, so we just chilled out all day. My cousins Ryan and Smith played on my brother's Wii, and Ryan drew pictures with my sister. I think I sat down, took some Advil, and watched cartoons all day. Let me tell you, AMAZING. Avatar the Last Airbender? Best american-made cartoon show i have EVER seen. The last season is totally epic.

Later in the day, I met up with my acompa-friend, Anne, and met her boyfriend John. Johns military, and this was his first time home in a while, Anne has missed him a whole lot, and she's been dying to show him off to her new friends, I'm sure. They're a really cute couple, actually. Being with them is like being in one of those romantic comedies, only, sans real plot. Just lots and lots of fluff. It's cute. I met up with them at Barton Springs mall, and they built a bear for Anne. SPC Lucky, I think his name was. Adoreable. I wont mention how when we went to dinner I practically drove them all over Austin and getting lost, eventually getting back to where we needed to be (Not important, you see).

Today, I worked. It was boring. I don't understand why they keep me until five, because we stop being busy around, ohh, three. Still, I get paid, and so I bank without doing a whole lot of anything much. We got shopped last Friday, 93% score, so not bad, but the few people who actually did anything wrong got stern talking to's anyway. After getting home I changed and went to visit kiki's new apartment with Dan. It's pretty nice for two and half people, there's not a whole lot there yet, but in time I'm sure it'll fill up. (With baby stuff, mostly. (:)

Just saw Disney's "Bolt", it's cute. Some great lines, awesome message, good storyline. Children's movie, for sure, but if you don't mind that, check it out. It's really worth it for a good laugh.

That's my Thanksgiving. Hope all of you had a good one, laters!
Savi

This has been one crazy weekend.

Friday I have an 8am class, which i DID go to, but instead of going home to Austin right afterwards like usual, my voice teacher, Mr. Michaels asked for me to stay and sing in my seminar class, to prepare for my Audition on Saturday. Anne and I needed a make-up practice anyway, so I decided to get with her at two thirty and after that go immidiately to seminar. Thing is, I HAD to go to Austin at some point or another, because my dress for choir was hanging in my Austin closet. So, after seminar, I drive Anne home, get my sister, and drive to Austin. Of course, we hit five o'clock traffic, which sucks hardcore. A trip that normally takes just under an hour took an hour and forty five minutes.
Brianna immidiately left to go over to Caitlin's, and I stayed home. Mom and Dad wanted to go to dinner with the two of us, but Brianna was away, so they took me to Johnny Carino's. It was loud. Afterwards we went home, and I grabbed my dress and headed back for San Marcos. Brianna decided to stay in Austin for the weekend, and drive back up with my parents Sunday morning.

Satuday dawned bright and cold. I had to get up early for my audition. That wasn't fun, but I got dressed on time and kiki drove me to the school. We sat around talking for a while and I met up with my friends Melisa and Cory, which was fun, Anne told me she'd meet me later. After signing in and going to the opening anouncements, all we had to do was wait. Luckily, there weren't that many auditioners, so it was promised to be a fairly early day. Ernie met up with us, and he spent almost all day with me and kiki. Melisa Cory and I all auditioned back to back, the poor music theater kids were told to audition last. Libby felt awful, strep, I think she said. Must be going around, because everyone is sick these days. While waiting for my audition time met some cool people, most notable is a transfer named Alfredo. But I didn't have to wait too long. Melisa went first, and she sounded awesome, from what little we heard, then it was Cory's turn (The sweetie offered to look after my stuff while I auditioned, I had Ernie and Kiki, so I didn't accept, but it was thoughtful of him), and finally I went.

My audition was quick, but I felt INFINITELY better about it this year. Best I've felt about an audition in a very long time. Maybe it wasn't the best I've ever sung "Sure on this Shining Night", but Mr. Michaels, Dr. Brinkmeyer, and Mrs. Bellini all looked proud of me. Dr. Mungo asked me some questions afterwards, mostly about how long I'd been in school, where, and if I'd ever been a music student before. Nothing stressful. Leaving, Dr. Brinkmeyer said she'd see me tomorrow (Today), and I smiled at her. Kiki listened at the door, she said I did great, and everyone else said so too. I felt embarassed, but happy.

The group of us all moved to the aural assestment. We had to wait what felt like an obnoxiously long time, but really wasnt' all that long. Kiki told everyone a great story to pass the time. (If you see her, ask about Paulo, the rubber band, and the aural exam) Melisa went to a different room than me, but we finished about the same time. The aural was alright, I don't think I did very well on the clapping rhythms bit, but the rest seemed really easy. The guy, Ricky, said, "Right on the money" a lot.

Ernie, Kiki, Anne and I all went to Valentino's pizza afterwards. Tasty. Kiki ate about a quarter of Ernie's and my pizza, but whatev. Don't use the batroom there for any reason except desperation, it's tiny!

So, after lunch, and a brief panic attack when we though we'd lost kiki's keys, I went home a relaxed. Kiki's put me in charge of her San Marcos baby shower, so she showed me a website maker so I could get started on something for that. But she had work, so pretty soon I was at home hanging out with my roomies and watching movies. Around seven or so I get a call from my friend Christian and he invited me over to go watch "Ichi the killer", a japanese horror film. NEVER see this movie! It's fucked up in so many ways. I mean, if you don't mind a fucked story line, and gore, and torture, and masochism, and sadism in spades, go ahead. It's great. After seeing the movie, we watch tv for a bit, and then I fell asleep on his bed. MOST COMFORTABLE BED IN SAN MARCOS, PEOPLE. He didn't wake me up, so I sort of spent the night. Contacts in and jeans on. I woke up at seven wondering why the hell it was so hot. My eyes burned and I promised to never do that again, because sleeping while wearing contacts doesn't hurt nearly as much as waking up with them in. I got home fifteen mintues later, put on pjs, and went back to bed, only comfortable this time. And slept until my parents and sister came in at twenty til eleven am.

Sunday has been just as busy and just as lazy as the rest of this weekend. After that wake-up call, I showered and dressed in record time and my family and I went to Johnny Rocket's for lunch. It's my sister's and my favorite restaurant here in San Marcos, and it's up in the outlet mall, about ten minutes away. Mom and Dad came up early this morning to look at some furniture for sale. In the historic district there's a house going up for sale, and mom, dad, and Brianna all said I'd love it. An old victorian haunted house, pink, with a guest house, basketball court, and green house. I'm sold, and I haven't even seen the thing. The owners are selling some old furniture, and later, they're putting the house on the market. It's a bit of a fixer upper, but I'd like to have it. Too bad, mom and dad seem really reluctant. Lunch was awesome, and I got home in plenty of time to make call for my choir concert today.

I'm going to skip over most of the concert. Not important. It was long. I never want to sing any of that music ever again. The children's chorus was cute.

I came home and have proceded to be lazy for the rest of the day. Awesome.

Savi

Those of you still in college and using livejournal, FAFSA applications are due March 1! That's THIS SAT!

Savi

You know that moment when you realize that you're not as obsesrvent as you thought you were?

You know that moment when you realize how self-centered you've been?

You know that moment when you start to observe a little closer?

You know that moment when suddenly everything you thought you knew, turns up on it's head?

I've had that moment today.

To be a little more detailed, and less dramatic, i should start by saying I've not had the best of mornings. I got in from an awful day at work, and didn't roll into bed until about three am. Because of that, I woke up late this morning, and had all of ten minutes to be out the door. Somehow, my brother and I made it to the bus, and I went straight into a French test. Alex wasn't going to be here today like I'd hoped, because he had a doctor's appointment. Overall mood: annoyed and depressed.

But I knew that Manny was planning on telling Anne about his new girlfriend last Saturday, and so when I went to go see her, I didn't know what to expect. As it turns out, she's back at the stage one part of mourning. Being just plain depressed.

Over lunch, she started to explain to Rachel and I all of the reasons why she SHOULDN'T be feeling the way she was- and let me tell you... there is almost nothing more humbling then thinking of yourself as a good judge of character, and then realizing that you're completely off. Basically, I've learned in the last four and a half hours, that one of my best friends has been treated like crap for the past six months by a guy I thought was overall good for her. I feel like an ass for not noticing. I've been so centered on my life and my problems (Boy and other-wise) that I let something as obvious as my best friend's pain go unnoticed. Anne kept it secret, but she's not the type of person to just HIDE this stuff. If I'd bothered to ask, she would have said SOMETHING.

After she talked about it a little, I got to watch Manny for all of fifteen minutes, and yeah, she was right- about almost everything. Everything she'd told Rachel and I became to glaringly obvious, I had to stop and ask myself if I was LOOKING for it. Maybe I was a little. Maybe.

I still respect Manny as a friend. I just wouldn't trust him with my friend's hearts ever again.

GIANTS WON!!!!! XD

Seriously, I've never (Read, NEVER EVER- EVER!) considered myself a football fan. But tonight when I got home I knew more about the game and it's players then my mother did. Admittedly, that's not much. But I'm officially going to start taking superbowl sunday seriously from now on.

So life is life, and I let some audition details scare the crap out of me. Now, i've taken care of most of those details, and by the time my audition rolls around, things will be good.

The only thing now is to remind my boss that I have a commitment for Feb 9th, and not to schedule me too early. I hope he takes that at six o'clock or so. Well, if not, I'm sure I should be done before then, so I can probably just wear black to the audition, and if it runs late, I'll simply drive myself to work. I should be done.

Well, as for what's happening in my life right now, it's basically all school and work. It's not really all that bad, school monday through friday, and on the weekends I'm working. Keeps me out of trouble and all that. The best parts of my life are the one's I'm working towards, Taking a trip to Indiana next April, turning 20 (And if Alex read this thing, I'd mention that it's only just struck me how OLD 20 really is), going to Japan, going to A-kon, *crosses fingers* getting into the school of Music.

To translate that all into my everyday existince is kind of hard- considering it's just a lot of planning and details. I need to practice for my audition, keep my grades up to be ABLE to transfer within the college, earn money to take to a-kon/japan/ possibly florida if Shawna lets me go with her next may, look at what classe(s) to take next june during summer session, fill out FAFSA, find out what to do with all my money so it looks like I'm a lot poorer then I am, clearing the Indiana details with Alex's mother, and other mundane deatails. Putting it in a list like this really makes it sound more impressive then it is.

School is going well though. French and Spanish and Accounting are my only "real" classes, which helps, I suppose. On MWF, I'm basically doing FR and SPN with a helping of choir in between. I think it's really nice, because they're so similar that by working in one, it's like working in the other. My French grades have gone up- where I'm usually getting a 'C' in there, all of my homeworks and quizzes have come up as 'A's or 'B's. Admittedly, that's not saying very much this early in the semester, but I'm liking the system we have going. SPN is easy so far. Because it's one of the alternate classes, we meet for an hour four times a week, and we have a lab hour scheduled too. The class is a lot of fun, like my first FR class, we all have this great chemistry going. As I was telling Anne, i've met three or four guys who are all pretty awesome. Sam Miller, you'd like Jonathan, he's a musician like you. He's in a band who's played the Texas Review, and they're recording their first CD. But the lab for SPN is crap. I mean, this TA who runs it is practically useless. It doesn't help that I'm likely to be late every single day- but if he ever asks, i'll tell him the truth- I'm coming from half the campus away, from a director who likes to hold his girls late. If he has a problom, so what? 

Accounting is bearable, if a little dull subject matter. My professer is pretty awesome. He makes the hour and a half on TTH go by really quickly, and he's very funny. Great sence of comedic timing. Two of the boys from my spanish class are in there with me, so we work together a lot. Jonathan is asian/cool, so he's got the track jacket rectangle glasses thing going on, he's about my height. Soluto is a big black guy. Very put together in that casual-black guy way. Big (Sometimes colorful) shirts and pants, well cleaned shoes, diamond stud earings. One day he dressed particularly nicely, and he pulled it off very well. He's huge- 5'11" or 6' easy. Then there's me, little mexican/white girl in my plain jeans and t-shirts, with my massive carry bag. The only reason I tell you all of this is because I'd like to impress upon you- we are quite a sight. 

Really the only things I do now allow me to relax and be lazy, 'cause I run around enough during the day. I'm trying to catch up on my favorite TV shows (Except half of them aren't playing because of the WGA strike), so I'm watching a lot of Supernatural (Which i didn't get into until recently, and now I'm obsessed!), and Torchwood (SEASON TWO! YAY!). I'm attempting to find out when new episodes of Chuck, Heroes, and House come on, but it's a slow going process. Other then that, I'm playing my guitar a lot and reading. I plan to pull out my violin too- because it really has been too long.

Anyway, I'm out of time, you guys have awesome days!

So I've got an hour to kill, a nearly dead cell phone battery, a bright red coat, and no homework assignments.

Life is good- if stressful.

It sort of feels like everything has been up in the air for me lately. I have an audition in a few weeks, and I've still got to get my application in. Lame-o. Alex called, and he's got most of the planning done for my trip to Indiana this April. I'm going the weekend of the 28th- which is kind of cool. We might to a little birthday thing or something. I'll be staying with his friend Robert, who lives only a little ways off of campus. School is going well, if it weren't for the kinda crazy schedule. I'm here all day MW, on TTH I don't come in until afternoon, but I'm here late, and on F, I get out a little earlier then the other days. I've got this really long break between my classes- and I just hang out with friends. Today is my first Lab class for Spanish. I'm a little excited, and a little nervous. I wonder if we get homework in there? So far my homework has been pretty light. ACC doesn't really have any, and Spanish is Easy- there isn't any for Choir. So far the hardest stuff has been for French, and even that's been a little light so far this semester. Give it a week- at the most.

Gah. Bored bored bored.

I looked up the deadlines for my application to the school of music. Feb 1. Now I'm a little panic-y. It's two pages, three letters of recomendation. Not really that big of a deal- but I've got oh- a week? To get it in. I'll do it tonight, and get my letters tomorrow, or something. After that, I'll only be really scared for the audition itself. I don't feel NEARLY as prepared as I did last time, but maybe that'll go away in time. To be honest, I'm scared. Because this is REALLY what I want to do, and it's just so hard to even GET IN. I mean, the audition I'm going for is on the 9th! OF NEXT MONTH. GAH. Silly fears, they don't get people anywhere, but right now they're holding me back. I don't know what to do. Practice, that'll make me feel better.

This post has sort of turned into random ramblings, and for that I'm sorry. I can't concentrate, it's nerves.

Savannah

So I'm at school, today is a long day- but fortunately I got to spend a greater portion of my time with my friends Anne and Rachel, and for a short time Manny. I get in at ten am, after catching the nine twenty bus to school. Today I woke up at nine. That was special. After my first class ends at eleven, I have until three pm to entertain myself with friends. It's works out, we go to lunch and chit chat. From three to four I have choir, and after that (On a normal, not first week of school Wed) I have spanish lab, then spanish. Pretty sweet, if I do say so myself. I get out of classes at six pm, walk to dad's office, and the two of us head on home. It's nice.

Tuesdays and thursdays aren't so long. I don't have classes until three thirty PM, so I wake up, work out, then hang out until I need to catch the two forty bus to campus. My accounting class is for my business minor. I looked at my paperwork on it, and I've found that I'm actually a lot more on track with that then I thought. After this class, I have one more lower division course, and then four upper division classes to take. All in all, I think I can get my minor before too long.

I'm looking forward to this weekend, because I've found out that we get Martin Luther King day off, so I can be at home on Monday and not worry about anything. That's pretty sweet. I've finished my French homework too- well, I could use a second look at the vocab, but that's alright. So, I'm feeling pretty good right now.

Except- TORCHWOOD. My most recent television obsession. It's something my sister knows I'm absolutely gaga about, but otherwise, i've kept (mostly) to myself about it. The new season starts in the UK today, so all of the comms I usually frequent are overflowing with posts about it, and i can't read any of them. >.< grr! I'LL SEE IT SOMEHOW! (Or, like most good non-UKers, I'll watch it when it comes on BBCA on the 26th, TEN DAYS FROM NOW.)

I'm depressed, because the likelyhood will be that I'm working that night, and I'll have to wait to watch it anyway. On the plus side, if I do that, I can just fastforward through the commercials.

Well, I have spanish class now, on the joys of learning how to say el and ella again.

Sav