I got a haircut. I really don't like it. And to top it off, it makes me so self-conscious, I feel like a different person. That is really not cool. My ego has been taking a beating lately. This one was all me, though. I wanted the haircut. I got the haircut. I just had to have the haircut. After the haircut, I called Ben/Rich practically in tears and complained a lot. Then I went home, got a dress, put it in a bag, used gallons of "product" on my new bangs, and went to Ben's. I felt like such an idiot, I couldn't even speak. I really hate it. Then we had dinner at Ruby Tuesday with all my favorite graduates, and went to Chicago. I really hate my haircut. We went to Van Curler's music, and I bought some Grieg. Good stuff. My hair looks really stupid. The show was aboslutely incredible. Unlike anything I've ever seen. Professional theatre is so amazing. I suppose that's why so few make it that far. I wish I had the money to go to shows like that more often. Today was the Messiah. The soloists were so great. Vibrato-heavy, but that didn't take away from their greatness. I wonder how they got so good. What techniques they were tought. I really hate my haircut. I hope I didn't take too much of your time. My exit music, please?