There I was going along my little life--when boom! It hits me like a ton of bricks. him. we stare. we can't take our eyes off eachother. we begin talking and within 5 minutes. we both know the inevitable.  we were created for eachother. and just like that, him and I are a we and all I can think about is making the person happy and feel loved. and before I know it...I stare down at my hand and there is this shiny thing on my finger that symbolizes that which is. just when i wasn't looking, just when I wasn't expecting it. he found me.

I had a breakdown on Saturday....i had THE most important audition for this kick ass opera company...and right before I left my apartment for the audition...I went to iron my dress and the iron sparked and my dress caught on fire and pretty much blew up. Now...I tried to stay positive and went to the audition in what I could put together which mind you was a long skirt and a nice top...but they booted me out because they thought I looked unprofessional.

So I've spent the last few days in the hospital world. I've had shit poked and prodded in every crevace of my body...my arms have been poked with needles so many times that  I seriously look like i'm a heroin addict.  I've spent so much time in MRI, CAtscan, ultrasound machines, endoscopys, strobaoscopys (sp?)...it's ridiculous.  After I came out of anasthesia yesterday, I even drug-dialed some people...wow...heard all about that today--advice to nuzizo friends--do not be near a cell phone right after surgery...you will call people, tell them shit, and not remember anything. I actually told my Dr. as I was coming out of anasthesia that he needed Botox and was searching for my brothers business card....

My whole life I've been a singer, I've done like 6 productions of Annie, 4 productions of Grease (I even played Danny one time...) 2 productions of Les Mis, Been every famale character in Sound of Music (yes even the old lady Nun and the little Gretel daughter), 5 productions of West Side Story, not to mention tons of operas....and now I wonder is this the life I want? I've spent so many nights alone in hotel rooms in random cities across the world, and pretty much have amazing highs and amazing lows career wise.
The thing is, I havent had the same bed for over a year. In the last 10 years, I have owned 10 beds and have moved 10 times.
Really...I wonder if I want a normal life. Hmmm....sometimes I miss gypsy life and sometimes I wish I had a home and a bed and a stable job...but then again...what is normal???

If someone can explain a normal life to me, that would rock. Cuz...right now law school is lookin  pretty damn normal to me.