Wednesday, October 20, 2004
Last night I ate dinner at a TexMex restaurant with Kevin, Polo, and some other people. Today I spent in agonizing pains of the stomach and the head, which leave me unable to concentrate on the logic homework I need to finish. Pacing around the room with headphones on usually clears the mind.
A boy ("boy", but he is older than I) who sits next to me lately in mythology decided we are a study group. He has hairy legs and a beard, so I am glad he probably only wants my notes. He asks me questions about the professor's lectures and I always answer them, which must have led him to believe I know the answers to his questions.
Yesterday Kevin asked me, 'So, what are you here for?' as though we go to jail, not college, though I am increasingly convinced that college is a prison. I told him, 'Oh, I'm just here to snag me a husband,' which he thought deliciously funny. But I am dead serious- I require economic stability if I'm ever going to buy all the crap I want. I'm developing a plan whereby I accomplish this goal without having to do the nasty with the guy.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 4:07 PM]