Shoot dang. Forty days. I feel like Moses... hair and all. It's to the point now where the hair looks acceptable from a distance, but when you're close up, you notice a few brave hairs trying to stand out from the crowd and be heroes. I don't know which hair on my chin instigated a revolution and is making them reach for the sun, but I will find that bugger and pluck it. Mark my words. If I hear, "viva la barba," come from my chin, I don't know what I'll do. Anyway, I realized quickly after my audition today how lucky I am to be a music major around this time of year. Finals are rough, yes, and we have juries, sure, but every week is insane for us, so we're pretty used to it. I'm feeling really good about how things are going and I'm looking forward to getting my stuff done and getting out of here. I caught the fever, Christmas fever I think. Then again, that may be hypothermia. Did I mention it's cold out?
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