Friday, August 26, 2005
This afternoon I created the floor for my castellum divisiorum out of clay and set that on the floor. Tonight after a short office shift, I shall construct the walls, and hopefully mold the branch pipes. Yesterday I created larger channels for the conduits leading into and out of a settling tank, which have turned out fine, but I cracked part of the tank wall itself as I attempted to even out the top with a plastic cut-making tool... thingy. Scheisse. Overnight I wrapped everything in moist paper towels to counteract the drying process.
I loathe building things. I'm more an artist than an engineer- and my favorite art mediums consist of things such as buckets of paint + large canvas or markers + Garfield colouring book.
I also resent that I must present and demonstrate this model- I would much rather hand someone my paper and scoot out. I do not sound half as intelligent speaking as I do with information gathered in written form. It takes conscious effort to keep "like" and "um" to a minimum.
At the beginning of the week, I was severely stressed, but at the moment I am at least neutral. In the past two or three weeks I lost eight pounds, which amount I need to lose three times more before I shall feel like a normal person, physically. I'm burning more fat, but have been doing less exercise than I did at the beginning of the summer, which is sehr gut. I discovered I shall never arrive across campus at my swimming class from the foreign language building (LAT 4302- Composition) without bicycle aid, which ought also be beneficial.
The student assistant job at my dorm pays $5.25 wages, with no chance ever of advancement, so I quit this morning in favor of returning to work at the campus minimart, which is a not-unbearable nightmare, and where I might at least have a slim chance of rising to super Student Supervisor status. A higher income with greater hours means I might qualify to take out my own loans my "junior" year, which is the only way I can pay for all of it.
Either this or next weekend I am going to catalogue the junk I have that is sellable, such as CDs and books. I know the bookstore across the street buys CDs, and I think they accept books, but that may be only for store credit. We shall see.
Now I must vanish to find Vitruvius.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 12:58 PM]