he stole our hearts away

today i feel: cold
today i'm hearing: old mix tapes
today i'm thinking: who is this weather and what has it done with carbondale??

So it's snowing. Let me just point out to Paiga that I was TOTALLY RIGHT about the weather following me home. For it has. With a vengeance. And now it is snowing this freaky, apocalyptic, pseudo-Alpine snow. It's, like, raining ice. It's white like snow, it clicks like hail, and it's slick like a motherfuck(er). I greatly disapprove of this folderol. However, all night classes/activities have been cancelled for today, and there is a distinct possibility that school will be cancelled tomorrow. This is kind of exciting because, unlike those ISU pansies, we never cancel school. That's right. The ISU admins are total pansies. Suck it.

Please note: I have nothing against those of you who go to ISU. You are not the aforementioned pansies. Except for Stacy. She's kind of a pansy. And a whore.

Chelsea and Matt are here. Both of them. Together. Like that. It's kind of freaking me out. You know the last time they cuddled in here, in Chelsea's bed, during the day, with me around? Because I don't. I have no idea. When they're both here, I feel like something tragic has happened and they need to tell me about it. It's like how when my parents are both home and I come home and see them both there and go, 'Oh, crap. Someone's dead, aren't they? You're going to tell me someone is dead.' It's like that.

Sorry, that was a little darker than I intended.

This weekend was pretty much awesome. Paiga was wonderful, as always, and we had great conversations and Chicago adventures and it was rather boss. My audition went really well, too. The artistic director told me that she 'really enjoys my work'. ...Which is kind of a big deal. I think Paige's friend, Jenni, and I were on the brink of a minute battle over whether or not There Will Be Blood was awesome, but there was not blood, so I think it's okay. I hope. I apologise if Jenni brought blood upon you, Paige, due to my insistence that it is, in fact, massively awesome (which it is).

...Did that make any sense? I don't know. I'm hungry.

There are some students tobogganing outside my window. Unfortunately, downhill is toward the lake. I will laugh so hard if one of them toboggans into the frigid waters. Does this make me a bad person?

I feel like I ought to do something productive. I have an actor's packet to work on, tutoring to put together (I'm gonna be a tutor! Isn't that wild??), an application for New York to fill out, and tonnes of homework to do. And yet I am blogging. This is how I rule.

I'm going to eat some soggy mac 'n' cheese and try to warm up. How about you?