Spider in my bed!!

So, as you know, I work at the Utah Shakespeare Festival and the Utah Shakespeare Festival is a professional theater. Professional theaters are required to offer housing for their employees. Which is fantastic because that means I get free housing. Although, free housing doesn't mean that the apartments are nice. The apartment that I live in is partly underground. Also, our apartments don't have air conditioning so when it's really hot I like to open my bedroom window. Bad idea. A few nights ago I found 2 ants crawling on my bed. And this morning there was a SPIDER in my bed. I can't handle spiders. I mean they are fine when they aren't near me but when they are touching me and my bed that's not okay with me. I think it's time to rearrange my bedroom so my bed isn't under my window anymore.

The beginnings.

So, I finally gave into the blogging thing. I just spent about 2 hours looking at blogs on my sisters' blogs and decided that since I'm really not good at writing in a journal maybe I'll be better at blogging. Who knows. So here goes.

I just graduated from college about 3 weeks ago with a Bachelor's of Music. I've been asked about a million times what I'm going to do after I graduate. And honestly, I have NO IDEA! I'm so afraid of the future right now. I feel like I have zero direction in my life. At least I have until the end of October to figure the next step in my life. I'm working at the Utah Shakespeare Festival right now and through October. So I should have a busy summer ahead of me. I'm also teaching voice lessons at Cedar Music Store and Studio along with working at the Festival. I can tell already that it's going to be an exhausting summer but that will be good for me. Hopefully I'll be able to keep my voice in shape by teaching because I'm not planning on taking lessons during the summer. Although, I'm starting to think that I should. I'm starting to worry about my voice. I'm terrified that I'm going to lose everything I've been working towards the last 5 years in one summer because I'm not keeping my instrument in shape and I'm not going back to school to have my teacher help me remember how to sing again. Maybe this means that I just need to start practicing again (confession: I haven't practiced since before my senior recital. That's not good. ha) and then maybe auditioning for something rather than just sitting and thinking about it all of the time. I don't know. We'll see. But to end on a good note.... I have Netflix and I got Candide in the mail yesterday so I watched it today after work and it has really inspired me to learn "Glitter and be Gay." This is good! :)

Here's a little proof that I actually gradated.

 Geneil and me walking at Commencement.

 My friends. (The red robes were for the choir. Geneil and I sang in the choir but since we graduated we didn't have to wear the lovely choir robes.)

 The Bradshaws. They were/are our Cedar City parents. We spent many a Sunday evenings at their house for Sunday Dinner. Dr. B. is an amazing cook and was nice enough to invite us over all the time for dinner. ... Cute side note story. So Dr. B. is not only the Music Department Chair but he is also the High Councilman in my young single adult ward and this last Sunday he noticed that I am the only one left in town of my group of friends, so after church he had his daughter, Lydia, call me and ask if I would like to go to their house for Sunday Dinner. I already had plans with some friends for dinner but I thought it was so sweet of him to think of me and to invite me for dinner.

More friends. This time graduation was real because we have our diploma holders... no diplomas yet but we have something to put them in!

Recital Pictures. See I really did do a Senior Recital!

My friends! Kjersti, Heather (she also played the violin in my recital. She's a beautiful musician.) Christine, me, Geneil, and Karyn.

 Us again plus Christina and Talisha and minus Heather and Christine.

Me and Karyn. Karyn makes fun of me because whenever I take a picture with someone I stick my chin out. But I can't help it! I'm so much shorter than everyone else I have to stick my chin out to make me taller.