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]