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Yo there, cowboys and cowgirls. Your local sheriff, Louis, is back in town...and he's lookin' sharp. God, I can't believe I haven't updated since Tuesday...it's not like I've had a suddenly busy, busy social life or crazy (well...not too crazy)amount of homework that would prevent me from being able to at least chime in and be like "hey mofos, I'm still awesome". Nope, things are pretty lax here at U of Iowa for me. And tonight I was of course a social butterfly and stayed in my room and read a play for Roman Lit class. I know. Your jaw is dropping at this. Mine too. I swear to God I'll get the nerve to not just hang in my hallway with people and actually go and find something to do. Like maybe the kid from Daum. One day...onnnneeee day...guys, I feel like such shit about this...I still haven't talked to him. And this girl Christina I know totally spoke with him, and I guess he's funny, nice and smart but maybe arrogant. I'm telling you right now if he turns out to be like a certain LHS homo that tends to be absolutely arrogant about crap like fashion and himself (fill in the blank, people), then my hopes for really going for it with this guy will definitely be dashed. Phil (yes I know you're name), if you're reading this, get with the program, and knock on my door. E132. Currier. I've got Clue. Beeyotch.
Classes have been running smoothly. So far I've gotten everything done that needs to be done on time. I'm like the freshman Kimmie Cummings just being efficient and perky-for-learning and dreamloving. Can't wait till I evolve into senior Kimmie Cummings. Then maybe I'll be a damn princess with some goddamn power. But of course we all know I'm already part of the bad-ass princess club (Kimmie, Sarah, Feej, Andy, and me). Moving on... guess what, kids, I auditioned for the Iowa theatre department. That was quite a night. My audition was scheduled for Friday NIGHT at 9:30. I got all hussied up in my nice jeans and Gap shirt and walked briskly through the drizzle and over the bridge to the West side of the river. I had my official bottle of water and my monologues in hand, and I was probably talking to myself. So I arrived at the theatre building, and after signing up and prepping myself and being told where I have to walk, I did my two monologues. My time ran over, but that was alright, I didnt mind. Everything ran pretty smoothly until of corse I realized that it was now raining like hell. Not that daunted, I decided it was time for me to prep for the Olympics and sprint back to my dorm, all the way across the bridge. Well, I'm sprinting and getting soaked in my beautiful Gap shirt and making pretty good time...till I realize that I forgot my wallet and keys at the theatre building. What better time to realize this then when I'm just about home. Thank you to whatever sorcerer of evil that made this possible. Lightning was crashing and after making a quick stop at my dorm to borrow an umbrella, I ran back to the theatre building in the rain to find the theatre people standing there in a group. They all looked at me with pity as they handed me keys and wallet. Nothing like making a good first impression. Of course the first time I try the damn theatre at Iowa...something drastically goes bullistic. Of course.
I got called back for a Saturday read-through for this whackass play called "The Tale of Little Lily". Have to say, any amount of prestige that this production may have had was kind of diminished once I read on the callback sheet: "if you got called back to any other of the productions or can't show up at your scheduled time, show up when you can." In other words: "We understand you're better than us. But please, sir, let us shine your shoes. It would be our pleasure!" Anyway, I got to audition for the part of Gorphin, the half-dog, half-bird (all scandalous) monster thing that little Lily comes upon when she's lost or some shit. What scared me was how easily I sank into the role. Then after I was done for the day, I realized that oh yeah, it's the same voice I use when I mock beastly people from LHS. They had me read for the part twice, which is a great sign as far as I'm concerned. I find out if I got the part on Wednesday, I believe. Cross your fingers for me, homies.
This afternoon I attended a writing workshop set up by a guy from the Writers' community. Patch is his name, and he's actually a decent, fun guy as far as I know. We all convened in the rec room and we each read either poems or stories or whatever the hell each of us selected to read. I guess I'm not an ardent admirer of this format...ever since junior year Poetry Club where people would read weird shit about pressing issues like "why you shouldn't eat the yellow pie", the whole sharing-and-critiquing thing has seemed a little lame to me. Actually though, most of the writing read was at least...very descriptive. See, but I think that's a concept that people don't understand...descriptive writing is not necessary good writing, as far as I'm concerned anyway. I don't see why the hell we're describing things so superfluously if we're not going to really bring all those details into focus for a reason. I understand that sometimes you might want to use a big, scary adjective to impress all your friends. But guess what, after describing the color of a bathroom wall for oh, four sentences, I need a fucking break. More than that, I need a pillow. So that I can sleep through that shit.
Bjork's new cd comes out on Tuesday...I figure if I can maneuver my way to a Best Buy then, I'll have really accomplished something. Medulla...what a strange idea for an album. It's good that Bjork decided to do something a little weird for once. Think people may have thought she was a little too...trendy with that swan thing. Also, she's too normal in interviews, don't you think? I mean, how many more fucking singers can just play it by the book and answer interview questions with things like "And sometimes I see clouds and shapes and dinosaurs that remind me of the PING BANG BOOM that music makes in my stomach and intestines!" Okay, that's a stretch, sure. She is from Iceland, maybe I'm entitled to that.
I do know more of the people in my dorm now. I really like Christine, the person I mentioned earlier, who's down the hall. She and I chatted outside my door for quite awhile about basic talky things...but it was cute. She also knows that Phil guy I've been talking about, and now she is part of the squad that will make fireworks happen. I appreciate her effort. It's things like this that stop terrorism, you know? It must be getting late.
In addition to possibly picking up the Bjork album on Tuesday, I'm definitely hanging out with Maggie. Maggie and I comiserated online tonight about how we're sick of smalltalk and the pointless social things we've been doing just to be able to get out of our rooms. We're going for coffee, which should be great. Maybe there'll be a little life story-telling from the both of us. I'm always up for that, especially when the other person is realisticm friendly and funny. So far she's got all three down. All that's left now is for her to love Chex Mix, and hey, she'll be my new confidant in coolness. Other news in the area of confidants: next weekend (that's right, Labor Day weekend), the Lemont bunch is coming to visit me! I am beyond psyched, and I think Sarah is getting giddy in her highchair about the whole thing as well. Andy will be there, Monica too, Brad maybe, Rachel maybe...and apparently no Amanda anymore? That sucks so much. Amanda D is like the FLAVA of Notre Dame (or as she affectionately referred to it: Notre Beeyotch).
Okay, it is damn late and I must take a shower. Hopefully I'll be in touch more often, I hate having big breaks from the deadjournal. In short, I'm doing pretty well, things are getting better, and I miss all my friends from home very much. Do call me whenever you feel like it, or IM me, or...Pony Express me something, whatever, just communicate. I'll be back soon, I hope, maybe with an entry that better encapsulates how I'm feeling instead of just what's been happening. I love you guys so much, and you best be believin' that I am here for you. No matter what.
Into the Iowa Groove, xoxoxo,
Louis.
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