Friday, October 01, 2004
Keri mentioned the Lubbock Fair, which Amy and I intend to crash at some point after Amy finishes the movie she popped into the DVD player a moment ago. I am too disoriented to maintain interest in something with a plot, which leads me to the computer lab for mindless Internet wandering until it is time to go eat turkey legs smothered in mustard. Mmm... goodness.
Last night Robert went to a new friend's birthday party, without Amy, which meant she was available to pick me up from work and preoccupy me until bedtime. We sat outside the dorm talking, she with a cigarette to smoke and I with Kermie to cuddle. We did not look at all pathetic. Afterward I could not sleep (as a result of drinking too much Diet Coke with Lime again), tossing until about three, reawakening at four-thirty, and rolling, exhausted thoroughly, off the bed at seven-thirty to study for the Logic exam for which I had not studied the night prior. The multiple choice portion of the exam was a veritable minefield, for each question had multiple answers, if, indeed, it had solutions at all. Scheisse. The applications followed the homework format; I either got them all correct or I answered everything consistently wrong. I am frightened.
Score on the first classical mythology exam: 88. Scheisse. Had I missed five rather than six questions, it would have been an "A". Next time I shall review the test before I turn it in. Now the instructor likes me, though, after she discovered I am a Classics major. She teaches the mythology and advanced Latin courses, which means I'll probably have her again next fall when I enroll in the third Latin course (next semester I take the comprehensive first-second year review). This professor has a good sense of humour, and she teaches the course through a sociological perspective I understand very well. The class receives a general ausgezeichnet rating on the Lauree Scale.
After mythology today I took an hour long nap before Amy and Robert entered the room carrying a basket of Robert's laundry. I still feel peaky-eyed and would very much like to continue that course of inaction, but I cannot concentrate on diving into the subconscious realm with the television blaring. I require utter darkness and silence. Maybe I'm too needy.
Sparky sent me a letter. His mother is doing well [I specifically inquired when I wrote him; I love Momma Sparks]. At his place of employment Sparky was pushing carts and managed to slam smack into a column, which cut his eyebrow open. I now call him Sparky-Scarface. The boy slaves away at school (drafting classes) when he doesn't work. I would bake him cookies, but I have only a microwave. I could send a hotdog.
The last school loan finally went through, but somehow a balance of $36.33 remains. Later tonight I'll bring my bank routing number to the lab in order to pay that part off. Then it will be done until next semester's nightmare. On that note today the first of my pitiful paychecks arrives. I need to find a campus job to cover the first part of the week (I work in the mall Thursday through the weekend, usually).
I suppose I shall cease the babble to print off the mythology notepacket for next week and the readings from Ovid's Metamorphoses. Ovid thrills me- poor, tragic Ovid.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 2:43 PM]