I'm still here.

Has it really been over a month this time? Sorry. I just can't keep this thing updated anymore.

Well, my senior recital has come and gone. I'm in the middle of finals week. It is almost 8 am and I've been at school since 7am studying for my music history final at 8:45. My piano proficiency is at 8:30am, and my Forms and Analysis final is at 12:30.

I have never been so happy in my life.

I'm done. Really. Not done with this semester. I'm done with college. On Friday at 1pm, I will have officially completed all courses needed for an instrumental music education degree. Not to brag, but damn! It's been quite a journey. You have to have a true love for music to complete it, let me tell you. If you don't enjoy listening to Gregorian Chants and orchestral music from the Renaissance, you won't make it. Haha. I'm actually sitting here listening to some bizzare 20th century music...because it is the last music history test I will ever take!!! I did a hard-core score identification project last night...which I actually thought was fun. Am I a loser? No. I just found my niche and made it my career. Good call, Rachel. So the only thing I have to complete is all that testing to make sure I've been paying attention the past 4 years and student teach, and I'll have my degree in my hands. Degree. That sounds so grown up. I'm not scared, don't get me wrong. I'm super-nervous/excited. Real world, here I come. I made it to the other side.

Am I really about to be on a salary?!?! YIKES!

Chris and I have never been better. He took me shopping yesterday for a "completion of classes" present. No one has ever done something like that for me. I'm crazy about him. Still taking things one day at a time. We're finishing school before we do anything to A) make sure we can stand each other for a long period of time (like 5 years), and B) save money and not be broke because we got married in college. I think it's a pretty stupid thing to do, but to each their own. I'm happy with him just being by my side. That and the lack of pressure keeps him around.

I'm officially listening to the weirdest song I've ever heard. Riley's "In C." Check it out.

Still living in my apartment. It's looking more homey these days. I just had to break it in. Oh, and you don't realize how much crap you have until you move it into a small apartment. Oh, what I would give for another closet. It's just me and the dog for now. I have crazy neighbors who always have the cops around. Kinda makes me feel safe in a way. Then in a way, it doesn't.

I'm still night managing at the big Q. It sucks to say the least. People aren't sure how to get off their ass and work (sorry), so I have to pick up the slack or the customers suffer, and that is not fair to them. It was most stressful during the peak of everything being due, but now that it has come and gone it's getting easier. I guess having a real work ethic can suck sometimes. My crew is always amazing (because I make them work...muhaha), but the managers...we won't even get into that. :) Thank God I'm getting a real job...

Anyway. I have to memorize some composers of the 20th century in the next 21 minutes.

I made it. That's really all I wanted to say. Oh, and I'm really, really, really, really happy.

Bye.