Saturday, October 09, 2004
Amy's mother and grandmother journeyed here to Lubbock for Homecoming Weekend (which I find odd, because Amy does not play for the football team). They bore gifts of Halloween candy and dollar store delights for the two of us. That embarassed me somewhat (The Father doesn't send me anything, much less Amy), but I am grateful nevertheless, for this means I shan't have to venture forth into the shivery air for to seek trick-or-treat goodies Halloween night. Rebekah's father also came up and I have seen numerous families walking around campus.
It would never occur to The Father to make an especial trip to visit me. I certainly would not want him to, but the fact of his continual, voluntary absence from everything I've ever done saddens me during our occasional argument in which he accuses me of being self-centered. From my observations of other nineteen year-old college girls, his calling me selfish is about as absurd as if he was to accuse a three year-old of being irresponsible. [I no longer remember how, but this is all tangential to Amy's mother giving me a ghost basket of Halloween candy.] Of course I think of only myself ninety-nine percent of the time- I am plotting the next stages of my life. That necessitates my blockage of certain foreign influences, most specifically of The Father's theory that I will be happy living at home and going to U of H.
Now I want ice cream, but I lost eight pounds through September and I ought to continue being a good egg.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 11:31 AM]