preachers preach of evil fates, teachers teach that knowledge waits...

My recital is coming. Like the plague. A giant flesh eating plague followed by cake. Shudder. There should be a parallel to that Eddie Izzard sketch about cake or death but I can't quite work it out.

Just want to say that the hilarity of the events of the past few weeks was partially lost on me, until last night after I watched Edward Scissorhands with my roommates. We had a nice long talk which ended in all of us doubled over with sore stomachs from laughter. It feels good to be on the other side of it all. It feels good to be gaining back some self confidence. It feels good to feel so RELIEVED. Chalk one up.

I have become one of those annoying people who walks around campus with their iPods on all the time. But it puts me in good moods. I can't help it.

So... here's the countdown:

Days until recital: 4
Days until student teaching: 13
Days until U of M audition: 25
Days until the other 3 auditions: 37

There it is. I'm not going any further for sanity's sake.

I am going to play some more Paganini, who by the way was a freak of nature.

peace!