Sunday Sunday Sunday

We took off for 3rd Street Promenade for some shopping. Of course the first store we see requires spending. I bought this really cute blue shrug that I'm sort of in love with. It's not really a shrug. It's more of a short sleeve cardigan (the one in my picture) but the point is it's hot and I love it. WE FOUND ZARA! This really great store that Morgan and I discovered on our seperate abroad experiences. Awww I miss London whenever I'm reminded of it. It was so great to be in another country for an extended period of time. It was really an amazing time. I hope I can go back one day soon because I missed a lot of the city while I was doing the program. The shit was rigorous. I got my grades back. I did pretty well -- B+ Average -- and they did these evaluations for each class I had ... same complaints ... stand up straight, have confidence. I thought I had squashed the confidence issue but I guess not. I was sure I had people fooled. Maybe I do in other situations. When I'm on stage I feel naked I guess and vulnerable. That comes through in my body language I suppose. Most of what they said I knew already. But my director for Singer definitely said some surprising things about how my good days were great but my bad days were noticeable. The thing is he never addressed it with me. Is that too much to expect -- that if you have a problem with me you'll let me know or express concern in some kind of way? I guess so but whatever. What's done is done and I don't regret it at all. I learned tons. Classes was my favorite part. My professors were amazing and I had a very supportive group of people to work with...for the most part anyway