ramblings on a sunday night

today i feel: rumbly in a not-so-good way
today i'm hearing: family guy (over and over and over again)
today i'm thinking: this weekend went by way too fast

Sunday's almost officially over and my brain's slowly fizzling out from the four straight episodes of Family Guy. Never a good thing. I thought that time in Chicago would've taught me at least enough to stop this kind of tom-foolery.

It's been a pretty quiet weekend around here, all things considered. The riots following the epic Bears game were damn-near non-existent. We were surprised, but elated. Down-the-Hall Matt (who has almost graduated to Chelsea's-Boyfriend Matt) was incredibly depressed. I think he ran back to his room to cry, which he implied but will never admit. Ah, well. I'm just glad nothing smashed in our window or beat us up.

I've been getting a lot of phone calls from a girl in my Play Analysis class. She's a sweetheart, she really is, but she's trying desperately to get me to join her sorority. ...Which I understand is something she's supposed to do, but...seriously. Sorority. No. Not going to happen. I can't live with that many women! I would kill them! Besides, bathroom time could be so potentially awkward! Who wants a bisexual Jew in their Christian sorority? I am not making that up; it really is. I saw signs on all of the door about peace, love and faith. There were Jesus sticks on them. I shit you not. I'm attempting to evade her as much as possible, but my academic weirdness is threatening to get the best of me. I just don't know how to deny someone tutoring. I can elude them, yes, but not when they're in full-out pursuit. ...Does this make me a terrible person? I think it might.

Chelsea has finally whipped out her exercise ball. She's been feeling self-conscious today. I think it's because we've been lazing around. That, and when I had a bad day a week ago or so, she was very apprehensive about the massive amounts of incredibly fattening ice cream I forced her to consume. Thanks to my mother, I have developed this policy that when one is feeling crappy, ice cream is the only and best medicine one can consume. In addition to that, one is allowed to consume as much of it as possible wihtout any guilt or remorse. Chelsea has apparently never developed this wonderful blessing. I like to think this is because of having an older sister. I never had to deal with that kind of pressure. However, I might have to steal her idea at some point in time in the not-so-distant future. I can't stand the peer pressure. I am a pansy.

This is my very last week of freedom before Topdog/Underdog and Urinetown start up. Soon I'll have to start practising time management and organisational skills. Ah, well. Das ist das Leben.

I hope all of you have had a pleasant weekend and a wonderful Monday, if that is possible. Be well, do good work, and keep in touch.