Saturday, May 07, 2005
Tonight is the last night I work until the summer session begins... which means no money, but also, no stress (besides the usual stress of having no money). Now that I am eligible, I might start donating plasma beginning next week, which I had intended to do at the beginning of the semester, but reneged on account of a lack of time to go by the office twice a week. The people I know who do it seem to have fun.
I confided to Leigh (my one-person fan club) a moment ago that I feel as though I, single-handedly, am disturbing the United States' economic balance, for I am currently in possession of unpaid-for goods from the minimart in which I work- with manager approval. The student managers allow everyone to take an enormous amount of drinks, snack foods, etc., which I find useful in consideration of the fact that I cannot pay for that stuff during the interim (the dining halls close), but it is an incredibly unwise business practice. Oh, well.
Amy and Robert depart with their stowaway dachshund, Buddy Holly, tomorrow morning at eleven prompt. Then I must wait around for a few days until the people occupying my summer room leave. The prospect of a single room very much appeals after having had to stare at Amy's accumulations this semester.
The Latin exam proved much less daunting than purported. I might, dare I utter the words, have made an "A". Now I must concern myself with German, English, and Ancient Technology.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 1:58 PM]