04/12/2002 - 4:11 p.m.

There were two obvious sides to this double edged sword.

It's snowing. Not snowing to last, but the stuff's coming down from the sky. Yep, it's snowing inches in the Carolinas, but not Iowa. I feel cheated. It's probably because the wishes of everybody on campus are against it snowing yet. They all want to drive home on clean roads. I don't drive, so I can truly appreciate brilliant snow falls that cover the roads and smother the ground.

I'm awaiting the post. I've not gotten any for a while and it's about time I did.

There are about a million things I should be doing tonight. My portfolio is due tomorrow, and I have a trio meeting I need to get things around for, but I don't care.

After two days searching the stores for a proper advent calandar (or rather, as proper as they get in America, you open the perferated doors and get a picture) I gave it up and made a paper chain. It's not the same as the other, but since it looks like America isn't even going to do commercialism the right way, that's just fine. No crackers, no advent calandars, fine, fine, just sell your porcelain figurines of Linus Van Pelt giving his "That's what Christmas is all about, Charlie Brown" speech. I certainly don't mind.

Tonight are auditions for The Vagina Monolouges with the Speech Department. The production is set for V Day.

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That's Valentine's Day.

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Everybody who's heard that has had to stop and think it over, so if you knew, you're clever. It's a national thing to try to have every theatre performing the show on Valentine's Day every year. Last year the theatre department here did it, though I think it was a UNISTA thing. I must admit, I've never seen it, never read it, never even heard any of it, but I'd like to do it. It's a show I've been meaning to read anyway, and since I don't really want to do any of the mainstage shows, and since I'm really not so hunky dory about the UNISTA show, but I'd like to do a show... Yeah. Vagina Monolouges seems safe compared to Slaughter City. Auditions are at 8, Derek has an audition for Roosters at 7:50, so that means that the trio project meeting won't be too long. I think I'll go ahead and do it, and if I don't get in, then I'll audition for Slaughter.

It's funny, I mean to do things that are purely Neil Simon, just funny and not too deep and happy shows. However, my freshman year I was in the Agnes of God scene, sophomore year I wrote Rat Trap (which was not what you might call whimsical theatre), I did the WTC show senior year, and then this year was Equus, and now these two. I COULD do the fluffy kids show, but for some reason, I get all involved in these deep shows. My poor mother. Oh well.

The snow's dusted the ground (meaning it's too cold for it to melt) and out in the parking lot are some really nifty car tire tracks. I don't know how it was done, whether by one car or two, or whether they backed up, or reversed, or what, but they left tire tracks that look precisely like two overlapping hearts. It's lovely from up here, and I wish I had a camera, except that they wouldn't show up if I took the picture from here, and it probably depends on the angle I'm looking on it from.

It smells suspiciously of cigarette smoke in this "no smoking" dorm.