Who am I, Gamling?

well, we clearly all are hoping that I'm the king. But what kind of beginning is that?
clean clothing that's cold to the touch, icy water, floors that feel even icier to feets that are not too happy to leave bedding that's been painstakingly warmed by body heat alone. These are some memories of my child hood, and funnily enough, my current daily routine. We ran out of oil two days ago, in my lovely too good to be true, juneau, alaskan, last homely house, the aquarium is out of the oil that keeps it temperate and heats the water. So the two biggest differences between now and then, is the plumbing and sinks that are still fully functional, and the abundance of electricity included in the monthly rent, which is also totally functional- but because the house is cold I keep imagining I don't have electric either. I've got a fire place, a tricked out kitchen, and a tub with jets and a bidet that are ready to rock with cold water. So really I have nothing to complain about. And yes, I could easily refill the oil by buying some more, but I, and my other two room mates are broke as jokes. I realize that my ususal not so wonderful command of the english language is rapidly crashing to a screeching trainwreck, but it's because this whole table full of people here in the learning center are talking about a mystical truckdriver who actually exists, whose name is fuzzy sprinkle. And they are FREAKING OUT! and I'm sorry to get off topic, and I don't mean to do a play by play.. but they're getting crazy with it. They're slowly leaving the joint, so maybe in a minute I'll be able to hear my self think again, but that was certainly an interesting diversion.
In other news, what else? It looks like my second stage show might be back in biznass, we'll see- it's a rapid up and down on this one, but I might end up doing it over christmas break, which is basically the only time I have available for it... damn these people who all have conflicting schedules. Time shall tell..
Not to harp on the oil thing, but it's hard to get it off your mind when you're cold, but this isn't quite about the oil per se- Ever since we've moved into that house there are a whole bunch of folks who I'm always saying "Hey, yeah you need to come over and see my new place, it's so choice" and they're always "Yeah, I do, soon!" well of course "soon" becomes an actual time as soon as the house becomes a place where you can see your breath, and then you have to be all "Uh no, not right now, it's not good for visiting right now" And this is usually the time where I start laughing hysterically as I tell people we're out of oil and we can't afford to buy any more, because really when you think of it, it is pretty funny... especially with this beautiful overabundance of snow we're having right now, and the cold cold temps. But this is also the point where kirsa tries to shush me, and I think gets embarrased.. which admittedly, it's probably a faux pas to say that you're broke in public, but I don't want to talk about it with out explaining... what can you do? it's just another side of the situation, it's interesting the different ways people handle things. I guess I just don't have any tact, but I do consider myself a private person at the same time, so maybe a better way of describing it would be, that when misfortune knocks on my door, it's usually just too darn funny not to share it with the world.
The snow is still very beautiful, there is just so much of it! I got the studs put on the other morning, and I'm feeling a great deal safer. Corin is not driving his car is this weather, which makes me happy, because it's been an already frightening winter in terms of skidding around and what have you. I shoveled snow for the theatre this morning, which felt productive and like I was doing something nice, which was nice. And then I shoveled snow with my neighbors this afternoon so we could get their car out/put our car in, which also felt nice as we were all working together against the passive and beautiful nature about us.
Later, tired from shoveling, I chopped wood for god only knows how long, and built a fire in our fire place. This was one of the best parts of my day, although my back and hand hurt from bending and rubbing against the hachet respectively. I've never been able to start a fire to my satsifaction, and today I just did it, and got some really wondeful flames sparked and sustained in no time. How much fun I had!
I guess that's all for now. I have a math test on friday to study like mad for, and am starting to get a possible picture of next semester.. although I'm not ever going to imagine the summer yet. I had a crazy dream about rich fertile dark brown soil that made me so joyous in the dream the other night, and I heard a cool story about my dad's side of the family coming to the united states, very exciting because my family history doesn't go so far back. Pictures? maybe. Innapropiate thoughts about the individuals walking around me, definitely.
ciao ciao