Slacker Bree. Slacker Bree.
Actually. Not really slacker Bree. Finals-are-coming-thus-frantically-putting-it-off-because-it-all-stresses-her-out Bree. That's how I cope. I pretend it doesn't exist. haha. Actually I'm more doing that with the idea of packing all of my shit up. I hate packing. Grrrr. So when I'm not working on my finals, working, or sitting in class, I'm...drinking. Just kidding. That was just Friday. Which caused me to spend Saturday lying in my bed, because if I moved just a little bit, I felt extremely nauseous. And, well, I try to refrain from drinking on school nights. But not always. hahaha. I remember finals week spring semester freshman year. While everyone had final tests to study for, Theatre Major Bree who-disregarded-most-of-her-gen-eds-freshman-year chilled in her room drinking screw drivers. I remember that we had a handle of Nikolai, which actually lasted us quite a while by freshman standards, but that was probably only because Nikolai is nasty shit.
So enough on my alcoholism that doesn't exist. Let's talk summer. I love me some summer. Though I will miss the city these next three months, I am excited to back home, be outdoors, be with mis amigos. I'm also excited to miss out on the humidity. If there's one thing I hate, it's that.
Bads news bears though. I have to get a real job. Boo. No theatre, or work study job, which are the only types that I've had the past 3 years. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why I will never live in Kalispell ever again. It's not right to hate your work. Haha.
Cabaret update: Nothing new. Except final project wise. Still procrastinating on writing that grant.
I'm boring. I need to stop boring you. I'm gonna go writes me a song. (Still procrastinating...)
Peace,
Bree
