The weather channel is saying bad things for my area tomorrow, as in 12-24 inches of snow and 40-some-odd mph winds... I think it's safe to say that I will be staying home. However, Montclair State University has already started backtracking on their "winter weather" cancellations, so who knows... I may be shedding tears in acting class tomorrow anyway. This school is infamous for remaining open, even in a declared state of emergency. Apparently, my school was founded by the American Postal Service... which would explain why everything gets done so late and aggressively.
On a lighter note, plans for the cabaret I mentioned earlier are already underway, however tentatively. Ideas are floating around, and I can't wait to hear some of my roomies' thoughts. At the very least, I know we're all serious about doing it, and actually committing time to make it good. I will definitely keep everyone posted about the details. After all, what good is sitting alone in your room?
I have prepared for the winter weather in a number of ways:
1- The knitting needles are laid out and ready to work. Perhaps I'll continue working on Mom's VERY late Christmas/(now)birthday present, considering I'm still finding the money to buy a few more skeins of the wool for my sweater. I think I might have to start making specimen donations. Don't judge me, a check is a check.
2- There's definitely hot cocoa and mini marshmallows in the cupboard... they may not be mine, but when has that ever stopped me? In my apartment, I think the general sympathy is that if you can find it, you can eat it. Which is why we've started cutting holes in the floor and camouflaging them with the carpet in the living room.
3- For my stage makeup class (and I may have mentioned this project already) we have to make masks depicting either the character of Ariel or Caliban from Shakespeare's The Tempest. The project involved reading the play, writing character traits about our chosen character, and then physicalizing them in a drawing. Next, we're taking the drawing and turning it into a theatrical mask ala comedia dell'arte. I chose Caliban, and made a damn good drawing, if I may say so myself. Something about the grotesqueness, but the humor in his ugliness drew me to him- Paging Dr. Freud.
So I went to the campus bookstore tonight before I hit the gym (UGH) and bought $35 (UGH) worth of art supplies so that if I'm snowed in in my pajamas tomorrow, I can get some work done on a fun project. Luckily I had a gift card to the bookstore, so it was like spending fake money, but money none-the-less.
Anyway, as I said, I hit the gym, which means I STANK. Time to hit the showers, boys. Wish me luck- the neighbors upstairs tend to stomp and bang things when I start singing. And to think in 10 years they'll be paying a hundred bucks-a-ticket to hear it! Whatever, their loss =P