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Thoughts as Grad School Winds Down

My, this blog is certainly dusty. Anybody here? Hello? I really need to clean this place up. Maybe a change of curtains and a loveseat in the corner would make me want to be around the blog more often.

We are nearing the end of my second year of graduate school, and hasn't the time just flown by. I played Romeo, wrote and performed a one-man show, and now I'm in a play set in 17th century France in which I hide for an entire act in a very small harpsichord. Fun stuff.

It's looking like I'll stay here in Columbia for the summer and most of the fall. At some point around December I'll head up to Virginia to work for a regional theater as an intern. I'll play Romeo again in a touring, up-to-date, totally hip production that tours to high schools. And then I'll be graduated! Time really has gone by quickly. Not sure when I'll be back in Utah, but I miss all my friends and relations terribly.

Oh, and one other thought: that thing you've always wanted to do, that ambition or secret passion that you've told yourself again and again you would get to one day (writing a novel, being in a play, taking a scuba diving class, learning to read Latin, or whatever)... DO IT! Seriously. You'll be glad you did. I always wanted to write a play. Somebody made me by making it a requirement to graduate. Then I got to perform it in front of everybody. The sense of accomplishment is amazing. So I've learned my lesson - just do it. It's worth it.

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connie said…
yay Something new on your blog! Its nice to hear your plans for the near future, as well as down the road a bit.
I cerainly hope I am not one of the many "relations" you refer to. I would hope to be refered to as someone much more esteemed..thats not the word... individual? hmmm I do prefer princess.. but I do hope I am missed. love you cutie
4/04/2008 3:50 PM
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