Friday, March 11, 2005
Searching BlogSkins for a few hours, I found a complete antithesis to the template previously utilized. It is too feminine, and I doubt I shall keep it long, but it is for now hilarious.
Most people vanished already for spring breakage; the campus is a ghost town, which I rather like. I weary of seeing the same exact people every single day, especially when each of them is exactly like another. Most people here are very nice- I have few complaints- but painfully bland. The few friends I have made and I are lost in a sea of happy vacuity.
This evening I went to the ice cream joint (the only one in town, to my knowledge), having felt my perpetual misery with more than usual acuteness, and afterward took my selection (apple pie, es schmeckt mir gut) across the street to apply for a server position at a bar/grill place. The bar was busy, so I slowly worked on the ice cream as I waited, with The Weimar Republic I had also brought along sitting on the counter. A couple of [older] men approached as they left, asking,
"Hey- what's the Weimar Republic? It sounded familiar, and we've been trying to figure it out."I explained how I happened to have the book on me and its contents, after which one of them laughed, pointed at me and my BYOICECREAM, and shouted,
"We have a winner!"I then considered either dashing across the street for more ice cream or putting in a beer request with the bar tender, who probably thought the same of me as the two friendly gentlemen I had just met.
But I like my little book, and I like ice cream. They do not laugh at me.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 8:31 PM]