Friday, November 19, 2004
April sent a phone card which I used to call The Father to ensure he had co-signed my loan application. He mentioned perhaps I am 'chewing more than [I] can swallow' with regard to next semester's course load and my degree plan in general. I retorted with, 'Well, Father- I have no life!' Having no money and no motor vehicle, I rarely leave the dorm. Lubbock provides little diversion beyond the Buddy Holly Museum, so I may as well drown myself in school work and work work (if ever I attain gainful employment again).
A pounding-between-the-eyes headache and exhaustion due to lack of sleep prevented me from fully paying attention during classes this afternoon. This affected Logic little, as a girl demanded the professor review every homework problem in order to subvert his plans to give a lecture over the material covering the next homework assignment (which was originally due this approaching Monday). Rather than hand my paper to the TA and subsequently step back out the door on Monday, I must now remain through the entire lecture (for the textbook reveals nothing) in order to understand the next section. I hope that girl contracts syphilis and her turkey burns the house down this Thanksgiving.
Amy and Robert restricted their schedules next semester to Tuesday/Thursday classes, which means they'll loaf around the room more. I like Amy and Robert well enough, but as with all other people I disdain their company. Next year if the CA plan falls through, I'll try to contract for a single room.
I do not believe in the concept of Hell because I have found it lies in other people.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 2:53 PM]