Friday, April 14, 2006
Mr. Underwood and Tim expect I shall arrive at the Student Recreation Center tomorrow at two p.m. to go rock climbing. I already know how I shall abhor this experience. I told Mr. Underwood a few weeks ago that he would never strap anything around my thighs, but he being a persistent little thing, I have finally relented. If I choose to take classes later, they cost five dollars, which I don't suppose is too expensive, comparatively speaking.
Tonight I am doing laundry (as I will not have time tomorrow) and beginning work on the German readings portfolio. I am now in ownership of all but three of the other students' speech handouts, not including, naturally, the ones that have yet to be given. I presume if I complete most of the project tonight and tomorrow, I shan't be concerned with the remainder until the days before it is due on the final day of class. Ausgezeichnet.
Otherwise, I have done little of interest, except beginning another Kafka story and continuing the reading of Kreta Mykene Troia on Wolfdietrich or Chip (Chip stands two bikes to the left of Javier and possesses braces behind which I might set my book, better facillitating its reading).
Last week I messed up the shirt onto which I had been sewing another "Get Fuzzy" comic strip, and have since avoided completing it. This evening I found a button someone abandoned on top of one of the washers- it would set itself most stylishly, perhaps at the shoulder, on a green t-shirt I own but have not yet done anything interesting to.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 7:38 PM]