Friday, January 20, 2006
Dr. Holland, most fortunately, makes his classes relatively predictable; thus, I am aware that I may miss his class this afternoon with few negative repercussions, for we would merely be reviewing homework and beginning the first section of the next chapter, all of which I might do as well myself before Stammtisch tonight or sometime Sunday evening. I do genuinely want to review last semester's verb endings, plus learn to recognize all the different participles that apparently leaked out my ears the moment I stepped in the room to take the final. I am still a bit sore that I studied myself blind, only to blank out on the exam. Schade.
I took Tylenol PM last night and feel much better for it this morning. After ellipticizing I showered, ate breakfast at Sam's, and did my German homework (a short imaginary dialogue). After German class I'll deposit my loan refund check and await a phone call from Jared, who is to attend Stammtisch with me this evening.
Dr. Lavigne brought out the small fact that I tend to relate anecdotes with no apparent point or purpose rather often. I suspect this might be due to my life as consisting of piecemeal episodes rather than a continuous narrative. I go to work, and stuff happens there, but none of it gets me anywhere. I go to classes, I do stuff there, but none of it gets me anywhere. I go to the rec, I ellipticize to Rammstein or the "Grease" soundtrack, but I weigh the same because I then turn around and eat KitKat bites or French fries at work, because paying for classes makes me bitter, senseless, and stressed. None of these converge into anything strictly purposeful, besides passing the time until I finally expire.
Ich muss jetzt Deutsch studieren.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 10:20 AM]