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Hey there, beautiful people. I've just gotten back from performing at No Shame where my maybe-too-short piece went very well... turns out everyone in Iowa loves Jafar as much as I do. Maybe you will too... actually, I plan on posting in the DJ a transcript of not just the monologue I performed tonight but my two other ones as well. As of tonight, however, I can't find the disc that has the other two monologues I've performed, so for now those little easter eggs of Louis-y goodness will have to wait. I haven't thought at all about how much work I have to do for the next week... I seem to remember it being a lot, especially for Acting class... but whatever, it's 1 AM on Saturday, nothing is due as of today, so finally I get to have some time with the DJ where I'm not backtracking for forty years because I'm all lame-assey when it comes to updating promptly. A kick-back-and-raise-the-roof entry. How about I use the term "raise the roof" a little more... that's so 1997, I may as well be playing Big Willie Style as I write this. Whatever, let's chat.
Biggest news of the week is that I got back my Cultural Historical test, and umm, apparently I'm capable of writing essays but ILLITERATE when it comes to multiple choice questions, because of the twenty multiple choice questions (each conveniently worth five points... <3 all this, for fucking real), I only got TEN correct. This means overall, including the essay, which I got a 47/50 on, I got a D altogether, making this the worst grade I've gotten on anything so far at the University of Iowa. Almost needless to say, after I paced around my room in a tizzy about it, I was sobbing. My instincts kicked in and suddenly I had Gloria on the phone... I believe my incoherent sobfest to her went something like this, "(sobbing) I got a D I'm supposed to be a journalist, this is supposed to be (catches breath) MY class, I just want to keep my (sob) honors scholarship, (pouting) I wish I was doing Second City, (angry) no one at Iowa understands, you know what I am? I'm motherfucking (proclaiming, I've discovered the truth THIS time) VINCENT VAN GOGH, WHOOPS, THERE GOES MY EAR... argh I miss my pre-college lifestyle, I'll never feel secure again, I've joined the army." Not sure if that's verbatim. Anyway, Glo reminded me to brush off the bad grade and to talk to my TA about it... turns out that I can probably still have a job one day even though I didn't do well on this test. G-Lo and I also talked about the usual pitter-patter of Lemont life and Iowa life. I calmed down and went back to reading the play I thought I was going to performing a scene from for acting class. No dice, apparently Angels in America has already been taken. Honestly, what the fuck, that was MY goddamn play. I was going to be playing the jaded, dying former drag queen having a hallucination. Would've been fun. You know what's not a good idea when reading Angels in America is to try to identify with a character simply because his name is Louis and is gay. The play has some creepy similarities (I couldn't be more serious when I say "creepy"), but other than that... it's a very surreal, emotional play with a lot going on. I recommend it to anyone who hasn't read it. The next day my mommy called me to make sure I'd recovered after the previous night's cryfest... and I had, of course, but I guess I still do wish I was doing something exciting like comedy. I can wait for that, though... and for now, college is place to be, so I'll keep at it, I guess.
Let's see, what's going on elsewhere... still need to mail a fucking transcript to my parents so they can get a better rate for car insurance. It's those little things building up that really make life tedious more than anything else for me. Ah, here's news, Rachel (as expected, who didn't see this coming?) got accepted to Grinnell in addition to receiving a $12,000 scholarship. I suppose that's commendable. Hahaha, good lord, the girl is a badass... and what this means is that she'll be living about forty-five minutes from me so wahoo. We all know that's the primary reason anyone would pick a college. "Hmmm... the education is nice at Harvard... the campus at Stanford is beautiful... but shit, how will I ever be able to watch Mean Girls with Louis... that's it, get my ass to Kirkwood." If you deny this is true, you are just jealous. Go back to Stupid-Dipshit University, you.
I have to say, the Xangas I run into never stop being awesome. What I really need are more Xanga people (with swooped, dyed hair and a messenger bag) showing pictures of themselves that look like Photoshop accidents. Perhaps an entry or two with vague mentions of lyrics and even vaguer, abstract mentions of "feelings". I'm going to do my best to recreate these things I see too often. Here I go.
The dream never goes away
When we are here
Staring into the infernos
Of our hearts, teardrops (help),
We walk alone, misunderstood.
Bobby was being a jerk today. Hopefully the party at Derek's will be good. I hope Martha can talk about the ferret. I wish things were right.
-H
Not bad! I impress myself sometimes... as in earlier today when I picked up Karaoke Revolution for the first time in forever with Alyssa, Kinzy, and Kristina. We sang our hearts out, and of course, Kinzy and her gay-ass-trained-voice had to win. However, I wasn't too shabby when it came to some of the songs. Alyssa's rendition of "When A Man Loves A Woman"... stirring. I'd confused her with Percy Sledge before, but man, she really outdid herself... and Kristina laughed her way through "Believe" and "Waiting for Tonight". We all know I can't bear to depart with Michelle Branch, aka my soulmate BFF 24/7 <3 Yes-I'm-Happy-Now Fo' Life. Speaking of my favorite artists, Mark Norris performed a skit at No Shame tonight where he interpretive danced to Evanescene's "My Immortal"... it was pretty special, he nearly WOKE ME UP INSIDE (WAKE ME UP!). Best. song. ever.
In case I haven't done my rant about Facebook, it's about time. I don't know if I visit any website more than Facebook, and I also don't know if I despise any website MORE than Facebook. I mean, there are some perks to it, aka the emailing system where I can bitch at Corey for not having Madonna in his list of favorite music or where Alicia can message me about how she booed the appropriate people at Iowa Idol. But other than that, it's good for nothing... and what is this... "poking" business? Perhaps I don't like to be poked! I am ticklish! Not to mention, the act of "poking" is so open to interpretation... if Maggie pokes me, that's much different if... the guy with the black-and-white picture with neon blue eyes pokes me... because I'm gay and also like Alanis Morissette. Anyway, this is all old news, and I don't know why I started on this tangent other than I just had facebook up so it was on my mind.
Spring break is in two weeks, but there's hardly any time to count down the days until then since it seems like homework and bullshit (definitely not synonymous... certainly not) will be consuming all that is lovable in the next week. As usual, I will find time for things like the DJ and for distractions/sanity like AIM and Mean Girls with commentary. I guess that's all for now, yo... I got my assigned date for when I can re-sign up for this dorm.. so that's riveting. Anyway, I love you guys SO so much, and I'm definitely thinking about all of you so much of the time. Do keep your minds and hearts open, and do love yourselves by being yourselves and honoring yourselves unconditionally. I'm out, love you all.
Doin' my thing...way into... spring (I should rap), xoxo,
Louis.
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