Cutting Carbs = Weeping and Gnashing of Teeth

Today begins the directing of my one act play for my directing class. My four peers and I held auditions this afternoon, and tonight we will be sending out the "Congratulations," or the "I'm really sorry, but there just wasn't a part for you this time; please, don't bash my head into the sidewalk," emails. I hope it all goes well. I look forward to working with and getting to know my cast. I'm being a bit ambitious in doing a show that I wrote that calls for a cast of eleven, and that's if I double cast characters, but when has not making a smart decision ever stopped me? Technically, I didn't have to do that show, but I wrote it for the purpose of directing it this semester. It's called, " The Creation of Theatre," and explains how God made theatre in seven days, as he made the world. I think it's pretty funny, but I suppose we will find out for sure on December 7th when it's performed in Little Theatre. Please come. Please laugh. Please. (I'm making puppy dog eyes so adorable that the Grinch's heart would swell into cardiac arrest.)

In other news, fall break is this weekend. I'm going to stay with my dad and grandma in Nashville, TN. I'll come back with a twang and a large cowboy hat. Don't judge me. We're going to an improv show to see a theatre company that I trained with this past summer. Spending time with my dad and grandma is always a good time, so I'm sure I'll enjoy the weekend. (And by "the weekend," I mean, "their fabulous Southern cooking." Sans carbs, of course. *Sigh*)

My friend and I have been dieting together for three weeks now. We've cut out carbs in an attempt to look like Tyra. (Only a little whiter and not quite as fierce.) Cutting carbs in Alpha Dining has been a nightmare. I've had so many burger patties that driving by a farm with cows in the pasture gives me a Nam-like flashback and I end up crying in the fetal position, chanting, "No more beef. No more beef." I'm also afraid all the salad I've been eating is going to turn my skin green, and I'll look like a much wimpier version of The Incredible Hulk and instead of "Hulk smash!" it's "Hulk buy shoes!" Arg. (That is the sound of hunger and utter desperation.) Well, at least I have a million things on my plate to keep me busy so I don't have to think about food. "On my plate..." That was kind of ironic...and sad. I'm going to go eat a handful of peanuts. Keep on truckin'!