I have taken Hia­tus (look it up folks) but now I’m back. I have brenna, my cousin, work­ing on a post for me that is sure to knock all your socks off.

I feel like I’m famous. Not the kind of famous where every­one is eager to see what you’ve writ­ten, but the kind of famous where you can have peo­ple write “guest” pieces and you don’t have to do any work, and the peo­ple love you more for that.

That’s how famous I am right now.

Today was mostly unevent­ful. I had a GAF (gen­eral allo­ca­tion of funds) meet­ing with Terry Ryan on lead gui­tar. I was a lit­tle late get­ting in, but I didn’t miss much. Today Instru­men­tal Music, Drama, Cheer­lead­ing, and the Stu­dent Sen­ate came in and begged us for money. We heard their cries, and, much like kings did in days of olde, we told them to wait and come back later. We have many more meet­ings. Those who are unlucky enough to miss the meet­ing have to lis­ten to audio tapes of it. Ha ha ha!

Then I had my health meet­ing. Health is another com­mit­tee that I am a mem­ber of for Stu­dent Sen­ate. I think the only rea­son I am on it is because Von­nie has a crush on me, but that is too creepy for me to con­sider seri­ously. I’m start­ing to worry about her, though. She seemed awfully eager to share with us the dangers/side-effects of small pox. Maybe too eager…

Later in the evening (past all the unin­ter­est­ing stuff) I went to Play try­outs. Dakota State Uni­ver­sity is putting on “The Fid­dler on the Roof” this year. They have also opened up audi­tions to the com­mu­nity. Den­nis Hegg is the guest direc­tor. He seems quite enthu­si­as­tic about it (so I’m sure it’ll be a grand show). But, because it is open to the pub­lic, that means that I got there and it looked like a day care had exploded inside the play­house. Lit­tle girls and boys (but mostly girls) were every­where. Many were strain­ing to remem­ber how much they weighed (or esti­mat­ing what they could get away with putting down) and the oth­ers were chat­ting about the things that con­cern kids that age : the pend­ing War in Iraq.

I heard one lit­tle girl remark that Bush was only declar­ing war on Iraq for the his own per­sonal rea­sons. She said that in his State of the Union, two words that would not be men­tioned would be “oil” and “empire” and then chuck­led snid­ley. The other girls laughed and one said, “It’s the ‘Just Because’ war.” That’s when I went to sit down. I can’t stand lis­ten­ing to pol­i­tics when I don’t know enough to get the jokes peo­ple make about it.

I sat behind Heather and her whole bloody fam­ily. Heather and Chris and their three girls: Meg­gin, Brigid, and … the baby. Really, they’re cute. I am afraid of Brigid, though, because she is Heather 2.0. Pic­ture Heather as a 3 year old (at least, Brigid told me she was three before mut­ter­ing, “…even ger­many and france are against it…”)

Meg­gin on the other hand had much more intel­li­gent things to say. She related a scene from “Kilo and Snitch” (or what­ever that movie is) which ended with some­thing hav­ing to do with sharks or tuna. I for­get which one it was. Then she asked if I remem­bered her. I said, “Of course I remem­ber you” and I flashed my big “I’m an adult and I’m a friend not a Stranger so take the Damn Candy” grin at her. She’s so cute. Brigid scares me. One) I keep try­ing to spell it Brig­gid which is wrong, but two ‘g’s just seem right, you know? And Two) … another Heather.…

Any­way, with my com­pleted sheet (after fig­ur­ing what weight I can get away with and still be con­ser­v­a­tive) and a script, I took to the stage. One thing about this play is that it is Jew­ish in con­tent. It involves a Jew­ish group of char­ac­ters doing Jew­ish things in a Jew­ish set­ting. Not a Brit in sight, so there goes my accent niche. I have never been con­fi­dent in my “Old Jew” accent, so I didn’t dare test it out. It’s quite dusty from the few lines of Snatch the uti­lize it.

The other thing this script has is a lot of Jew­ish Names. Names like Motel (which is pro­nounced “modul” but I pro­nounce it “Motel”), Lazar (“lay-zar”, but I say “Laser”), and Tzi­etel (“zietell”, but I say “Tin­sel”). I can hardly pro­nounce these let alone act them out. I don’t think that the try­out went that well at all. I didn’t feel con­fi­dent. I felt out of place.

If I don’t get a part, though, I can always be in the pitt band. That is the back-up. If that doesn’t hap­pen then I can always help with Tech The­atre. Of course, it is always pos­si­ble that all 3 could hap­pen. Then I could rule the world!

:gig­gle: Oh, I’m so silly.

I got back to the room where Jeff was in the same spot doing the same thing as when I left… Wierd… But Jeff has been up to a lot. For one, his site is dif­fer­ent. I’m not talk­ing about http://lazydesert.net. I am talk­ing about Jeff’s new toy : converse.lazydesert.net. This is going to be his new way of blog­ging. He posts on the “blog” forum and you have to sign up and then you can com­ment. And we can dis­cuss things at hand. We can dis­cuss that post, or what we like best about each other (it’s your eyes : they get me every­time), or even the pend­ing War in Iraq so we can be up to speed. Well, I can be up to speed.

Ugh … I’m tired. And every­one is a lullaby.