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Okay, so I still have my suor angelica pic up.... I guess its time to update that. 

I'm dating Jason and we're doing great.  Silly me, I should have been with him all along.  Sometimes you just have to get over yourself a little bit I think.  My issues' issues had issues.  I'm better now and we're doing great!

I am Susannah now, the show goes up November 1 - there are three performances and two Susannah's we'll see how that works.
I didn't get into Chicago, but they sent me an awesome and encouraging wedontwantyouthisyearbutwethinkyourawesome letter.

I'm doing the Lois Alba competition in Houston tomorrow and Sunday, if you know anybody in Houston tell them to come and vote for me in the finals Sunday cause Audience choice award is 500$.

Susannah is not easy.  Being at this school with all of its bullshit politics... also not easy.  I can't wait till I get into the real world so at least I'll get paid, and not have to pay for, bullshit politics.  I didn't know that adults were allowed to act so childish in real life.  Well... lesson learned.

I hope everyone is well.  
Maria

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HAPPY BIRTHAY SUMMER!

I'm going tubing today, except two of my favorite parts of tubing aren't coming. My mom and Scott. I'll see what I can do.

Normally I try to control everything tubing, what we buy to eat, stuff like that, but I'm sort of sitting back and letting everyone else do it, and I can't pretend like Bruce isn't desperately asking me what to buy over and over again. One day my friends and stepdad will grow up and be able to do stuff on their own.
HEHEHEH

Okay off to get ready.

So here I am now at the London Airport. We slept here last night, because Jason had an early flight and they say to be here four hours before your flight. Despite the fact that we slept here, we slept in the wrong line, and he still just barely made his flight.
We slept on the cold floor, but there were volunteers walking around giving out blankets made of this foil stuff that kept us really warm, toothbrushes, eye masks, clean socks, and water bottles. Coffee and Tea outside. I almost decided I liked the brits until some asshole came up and ordered us to let him sit down. We were taking up more seats than we needed... but
1. if you want someone to do something for you, don't act like a cocksucker,
2. especially if you want to end up sitting next to the people who you are asking a favor of, and
3. we got there fucking first. Thats right - we got there first. If we sit our asses in the airport for 3 hours longer than you, fuck you very much, but we deserve our good seats. Son of a bitch.

I'm sick, my left tonsil is swollen enough that it hurts when I talk. On the bright side, the spot that I picked to sit with my laptop until I need to check in and give up all forms of entertainment, is right next to the entrance for first class virgin atlantic airlines... and I am almost positive that I have been sitting on the floor looking like homeless person while Minnie Driver stands in line in front of me. Kinda cool. They are only letting us on the plane with our passports, money, and airline tickets. Not even books. Just in case we wanted to rub two books together and start a fire. I am not complaining though. Maria = better safe than blown up.

So my sad news... Adrian died, he was only 31, and it breaks my heart. Also, my mom drove up to Gulf Shores yesterday because they have taken her dad off of his medications and put him in Hospice.
Too many people in one year. Can we have no one else die please? Can we make a deal with the reaper?

I have to admit I am dreading coming home and facing all this death, not to mention the fact that my utilities could very well be turned off, my house is a disgusting mess, and the best part - INFESTED with roaches. I can see my self going in to a mindless, masochistic cleaning spree, but not surrounded by roaches. And sick. Jason offered to drive me straight home... I guess its not a bad idea, I could see my grandpa before he dies (hopefully), and have my own family to take care of my swollen tonsiled sick ass. Instead of being stuck in the house of bugs and junk.
My poor kitties. My friend Rebekah has been taking care of them, I think I need to like, buy her a house to repay her. For going into that nastiness every single day and taking care of them. now I'm just rambling because I'm stuck in an airport with snotty English people... I could feasibly fix that by moving away from first class. BUT this is where Jason and I slept, so I think it just feels homey.

Just to kick things up a notch, I just took out the foil blanket they gave me to sleep with, and made a big ruckus covering myself with it. LOL. I think I'm offending the first classers. It's AMAZING how warm these foil things are. Now all I need is a little water and the sun and I could steam myself.
Speaking of which, who knew that at the same time its summer in Sicily - like New Orleans weather, it feels like Alaska in Paris and London? I guess anyone with sense, which apparently does NOT include my boyfriend and I.

If anybody is getting sick of my rambling, please feel free to fly your ass to London and shut me up.

I'm in Paris waiting for Jason to finish showering so that we can go see the Louvre and the Paris Opera House. Not before we go to the train station to see how the hell we are gonna get to London to fly out. Of course with all the madness in London, that is where we decided to book our tickets home.

Um. This trip has been pretty amazing. My italian is pretty good, but it isn't helping me much in France. I think they look down on Italians even more than Americans if that is possible. I fly home tomorrow and I'll be back in town soon.

I got some sad news a couple of days ago from home, my cousin Adrian died. He was in his early 30s. The services were either yesterday or today. I sure feel shitty being in Europe while my family deals with this. I really wanted Adrian to be one of my family members that I could make life better for when I get successful. He was a real sweetheart. So keep my family in your prayers, or whatever you do.

I'll post when I plan to come in town.
Love ya'll

Stacey died this morning at 3am.
I'm in LA, it went peacefully, keep she and her family and friends in your prayers.
She was an awesome lady.

Alright now,

So I'm skipping a class right now, I stayed up way too late last night, but for a very good reason, and I'm glad it happened. I'm sorry about missing this class though - but I don't think she'll hold it against me.

Lots of big things are happening.
I am the only person in my studio right now not giving a recital this semester, so lots of recitals and family and preparations for that stuff. I'm trying to get through all my classes alive.

I'm very sad about Richard Pearlman, and if Quinn ever gets back to me about his funeral services, I may try and get on standby for a flight up to Chicago this weekend. I'm staying in town over Easter Break instead of going home, to get school stuff taken care of, work with VC a little, and get some extra Church JOb cash. I'm not really allowing myself to think about the fact that Richard died, he was such a sweet man and I don't think that I have the capacity to deal with it right now.

On that note though, I got a very encouraging letter from Chicago.


Dear Maria,

Thank you for singing at the recent Chicago blah blah blah.

The definitive determination of who will be invited to the Final Auditions has to wait until the last auditions have been heard in August. However, based on the excellent impression your audition made, we'd like you to know you are under consideration for the final round.

We will be back in touch with you no later than the end of August to let you know if we will be able to invite you to sing at our Final Auditions, September 27 - October 2, 2006

In any case, we'd like to personally thank you for taking the time and effort to sing for us and wish you the very best of success in your future endeavors.

Yours Sincerely,
Gianna Rolandi, and Dan Novak

Pretty kick ass huh? I'm way way waaay excited. Also a little nervous, Richard loved me, and I adored him, but he's not gonna be there. It's not his program anymore. thats scary. I dunno.

Anyway in other news,
My Stacey is in the hospital this week, but mainly for testing stuff, and she gets to be on the dog therapy floor!!! As cool as that would be for ANYONE, Stacey is a super dog lover, so I'm sure it will be very very cool for her. I hope to go see her again soonish, if Matt goes up, I was thinking I could try and get our trips to overlap.

I'm actually gonna make it to my second class, despite the fact that my foot is asleep. Maybe I'll call Matt on the way to class. It's almost 11 there, I hope he's awake.

I love ya'll.
dude, I need a new icon, these are worn out.

So I'm sitting at Disney Hall in LA right now, waiting for Stacey to finish this performance of Phillip Glass. I uh... am not a fan of minimalism.... it's too repetitive, kinda like the classical version of techno music. Except with a couple of men (one of whom sings like a girl) thrown in.

This trip has been good - good to see Stace, sure as hell hate to leave. Her health is sucking right now, and its freaking her the fuck out - not just because stuff is starting to stop working, but also every step she takes that reminds her of how her mom died of this very same disease like three years ago makes it that much more traumatic. It sucks ass. My friend Richard in Chicago has stopped eating altogether so its just a matter of time now. How/when am I gonna get to go to Chicago? Am I gonna use money I should be using to come see Stacey? OH for the love of god.

Jason has started talking to me again, which is really a good thing. It's nice to have him around again. I sure did miss him. He is definitely a bright spot in my life right now.
I'm doing poorly in ALL of my classes, I just need c's and d's to pass, and I hope to god I get them. I'm getting sick. I need a vacation. Or not a vacation, just a trip home.... I'm homesick. I want my friends, and my mom, and my city. I need to get back on my diet, I feel like a house right now. My jeans are tight on me, and I haven't washed them recently. So either the dirt is so thick that they are fitting tighter, or I'm fattening back up. Maybe I'm bloated, maybe my period is about to start.

Whenever I come to LA Stacey convinces me to spend more money than I have on clothes I don't really need. I'm gonna have to sell myself on the corner to pay for Europe. She did give me money to pay for half. Which just makes me feel guilty. So I've spent too much money, and taken my sick friend's money... I should just refuse the mall alltogether. The cool thing is - I do like the clothes this time, and we found some really cool clothes for Stacey, and she needed some retail therapy.

I'm hearing this performance over the speakers right now from backstage, and thinking about how funny I was last night when Marjorie and I came to see this performance, we were both drunk straight from happy hour, and I am not crazy for Phillip Glass, so I laid my drunk head on Marjorie's shoulder and slept through most of it. I'm sure most of you can empathize with what its like to have my drunk head passed out on you :)


Okay - I'm finishing this post Sunday morning in the airport, and I am so incredibly excited, I got to the airport early because I had to take the shuttle... so I'm sitting at this gate through two flights before me... and I see Flicka!!! OMG she's such a sweet lady. She even remembered me from when I went up to see Matt sing with her! I can't describe the amount of special I feel right now. She is so inspiring, such a sweet lady... Okay - well that made today better.

On a gross note, I'm sick, my throat feels raw and my nose ran all the way to the airport in the shuttle, and I had no tissue, so my sweater is covered in snot. Delicious! Sexy! Who wants to do me?

( Spring Break )

I'm going to bed now.