Wednesday, June 16, 2004
I decided to go to Texas Tech, because red and black are way cooler colours than burnt orange and white. The school sent me a lovely e-mail, congratulating me on their acceptance of me (and The Father's money) and assuring me that if I wait by the mailbox, I shall receive a lovely acceptance letter and a notification of all the lovely fees The Father will soon commence paying. Estimated costs per semester come to $8,640.50. I might be able to scrounge up fifty cents, but The Father needs to pawn some things to cover the rest of it. Sucka.
I listed myself as a Classics major, because dead languages are where the money is these days. However, I think I might change over to Linguistics, with a minor in Classics. This I shall discuss further with my academic advisor, when I meet that magical person at New Student Orientation.
Other than researching some things I need to do to attend school, I did nothing particularly constuctive today. Sometimes I wonder if the lack of activity I constantly engage in impairs my senses. Then I get tired and get on the computer to stare at the screen for a few hours until my head stops hurting enough that I can fall asleep. Upon waking I shower for work, which I know stimulates absolutely nothing besides my desire for an escape from it. When I get to Lubbock, I need to find a decent office job, where I can lick envelopes and record phone messages.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 5:58 PM]