Saturday, July 31, 2004
I played through a few virtuoso finger exercises on the piano yesterday. I hadn't touched a piano in two years, so I played everything a bit awkwardly. Playing little runs and scales makes me relax, though, because it requires minimal thought or effort. 'Tis a head-clearer.
My head hurts, but alack, the aspirin disappeared (presumably down The Mongoloid's gullet). Maybe I'll go lie down, after my eggs finish boiling. After they cool, I will put the eggs in a tuna salad. Mmmm...
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 5:21 AM]
Chicken Shaman
Friday, July 30, 2004
Sarah's mother made Sarah a chicken shaman as a birthday present. It impressed me very much that someone would devote three days' worth of her time to construct such a thing. Sarah's mommy loves her.
The Father gave me an old flannel shirt he wore during high school. He didn't make it himself, though.
I want a chicken shaman.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 12:19 AM]
The Losing
Wednesday, July 28, 2004
I lost about four pounds this week. It all went to James' man-breasts.
In three weeks I shall cease to work until I arrive in Lubbock. I need to fill out an online application for the Lubbock restaurant, which is about ten minutes away from the university. They'll probably hire me, and whilst there I can be scouting another, less "icky" job. An on-campus job only provides between ten and fifteen hours, which does absolutely nothing.
My roommate owns a DVD player and a small television, which is fantastic, because I own neither. She is also bringing a mini-fridge, at which I immediately perked my ears. I drink soda pop constantly, but I do not want to blow all my money walking to the vending machines every five seconds. I hope to contribute a George Forman grill (Terri bought one before meeting The Father, but no longer needs it), if it is not considered a fire hazard. That is another small thing I must ascertain.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 10:51 AM]
Put One Foot In Front Of The Other
Tuesday, July 27, 2004
My roommate sent an e-mail telling me about herself. She assured me she won't get too smoochy with her boyfriend, that she likes pink only when it's pale, that she thrift shops, that we don't have to coordinate our stuff, and that she enjoys watching sports but never actually plays them. I already want to marry her.
I made arrangements for April to drive me to the DPS for my Texas driver's license picture-getting. My face finally cleared up, somewhat. If only I could wear a burka.
My cousins (Debbie and Krista) had birthdays recently, for which I forgot to send anything until after the fact. I feel mildly guilty, so I must remember to mail their stuff before the weekend.
It rains; I urinate.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 7:27 PM]
Yemons and Yimes
Saturday, July 24, 2004
Last night before bed I pulled out a book to read myself to sleep to. Before I opened it, however, I thought about something The Father did this week that has made me bitter toward him. I brooded for a full half hour on that and related subjects until I finally glanced at the book in my hands and realized how much time I had spent glowering through it.
It is time to move out.
After I sip the last of my soda pop I must prepare myself for work, which is always a trial.
It is time for school.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 8:57 AM]
The Quiet People
Friday, July 23, 2004
Last night I worked with the less obnoxious, more mellow members of staff at Fuddruckers, Katy Mills. No one came in to eat the entire night, which made for a much more pleasant evening than when we actually do serve guests.
Next Tuesday or Thursday, all the kids need to play BINGO at the Elks Lodge.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 7:40 AM]
Rah... Rah...
Thursday, July 22, 2004
I attended New Student Orientation and registered for my classes. I shall take the following:
Art AppreciationSports and Public Spectacles, which is required for my major, will be about naked men fighting each other. I cannot believe more people do not choose to specialize in this sort of thing.
Logic (for half the mathematics requirement)
Classical Mythology
Computing and Information Technology
Sports and Public Spectacles in Ancient Rome
I made over the past couple of days several dorm room expenditures:
Cycas plant (his name is Cuthbert)I agonized over the sheets, because all the selections look dormish, but then, I suppose my Cat in the Hat comforter negates anything underneath it.
black table fan
day planner
address book
shower shoes (men's flip-flops)
bathroom scale
Walkman
extra-long twin bedsheets
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 7:18 AM]
Blue-Tinted Astringent
Thursday, July 01, 2004
My face feels silky smooth and clean.
I imbibed Nyquil before going abed, which allowed me to sleep through the night for a good morning. I suspect, however, that Nyquil ought not be drunk every evening... but one full night's rest per week shouldn't kill me.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 9:39 AM]