you and i will walk together again

today i feel: pleasantly sleepy
today i'm hearing: a random mix ala paiga
today i'm thinking: i really need to stop toying with my suitemates

It's a beautiful and absolutely frigid Wednesday here in 'The Dale'. I need to do my homework. I need to go buy books so that I can do said homework. I need to walk across campus to buy these books. I have class in four hours. Hence, I am blogging. It makes perfect sense to me.

Tonight are auditions for Urinetown, the Musical. I'm...excited? I suppose I'm excited. Auditions aren't nearly as nerve-wrecking when you're not the one auditioning. I'm more worried that I've forgotten how the whole auditioning process goes down here, which is disconcerting since I have to kind of run them by myself. Hopefully I'll get back in the swing of them quickly and not have to panic tomorrow when I'll be rocking them all by myself. I'm covering for the SM of Dr Rush's piece tomorrow. It strokes my ego just a tiny, tiny bit.

Classes have been relatively dull so far. Dr Rush tried to freak us out by writing, 'Sociology 318A: Erotic History of Eastern Europe, 1700-Present,' on the board. He forgets sometimes that the majority of his class is studying Theatre, although there was someone who thought he was in the wrong place for a few minutes. This resulted in the Evil Old Man laugh. Silly tardy student. You only encourage his antics.

I've been being a bit of a bastard to my suitemates recently. For those of you who don't know (and you very well should by now), Chelsea and I are not terribly fond of the people we share a loo with. They're kind of bitchy. We don't like bitchy very much. And while last semester I seemed more than happy to adopt a policy of live-and-let-live, I appear to have developed this need to be quietly cruel to them. My first couple of days here, the toilet paper that Chelsea and I use was too low to be of any use to me. So, I stole theirs. This would not seem like a big deal to the normal person, but to the angry not-sexy vampires next door, this is a call for war. I've also been making a point of opening the shower curtain at random intervals, which drives them crazy. I do not know why this is. I also have a tendency to not do the customery after-loo-use-spray from the air freshener when I know that Chelsea won't be around much that day. I'm not entirely sure why I've decided to be so snippy toward my suitemates. Maybe I'm just feeling spiteful this week. Stranger things happen.

I've been introduced to a rather fantastic novel recently: Guru: My Days with Del Close. Del Close is the guy who taught John Belushi, Chris Farley, Dan Ackroyd--all kinds of people, really--how to act. The book describes him as, 'the most famous man you've never heard of'. It's about this bloke, Jeff Griggs, who is appointed as Close's personal assistant and all the hijinks they find themselves on. The writing style is pretty informal and simplistic, which just makes it more realistic. I've been getting a lot of interesting looks from my roommate at the random bursts of laughter escaping my side of the room. Oh, crazy 60+ junkies. How snarky you are. I'm plotting to conn Paige into reading it, maybe Will too. It's one of those books that you have to recommend to at least two people after reading. You know the ones. But it's quite excellent and has taught me that I have about four degrees of separation from every awesome person on the planet ever. Including Gene Wilder. There was a shriek when that was discovered.

Why am I not learning a second monologue? That would be a smart thing to do... Of course, this is an institute of higher education. No common sense here! Oy vay.

I think I'll ring up my mum and see how she's going. Go pick up textbooks, maybe phone around for entertainment. We'll see, we'll see. Someday soon, I will look back on this time of free and laugh knowingly. I can feel it now.