Monday, May 22, 2006
This afternoon I accompanied Bianca to the mall as she shopped for clothes to wear at a future educators conference she attends in San Antonio later this week. I approved of her purchases. We then decided to make our one and only night out this summer (for we must both be frugal) to The Olive Garden, she eating ziti and I eating some chicken-and-mushrooms dish. For dessert we traveled to Sonic for mountain blasts (she had M&Ms, I had Oreo). Consequently, my tummy hurts. Tomorrow I might lie abed all day.
As I scraped the whipped cream off the Oreo blast, I commented, "I don't know why I'm friends with you, Bianca. I hate everything you like." She watches reality television, enjoys chic flicks genuinely, and listens to a lot of "pretty white kids with problems" music. Nevertheless, I find her somehow charming and am glad to have her around to balance out the other people we work with this summer.
Several of my friends graduated this semester or plan to transfer elsewhere next fall. Jenni, my swimming buddy, moves to Houston in the middle of the summer to begin a marketing internship. The Classics students who don't irritate me already left (except Sharada, who leaves at the end of the summer). I did not grant any of these people express permission to abandon me in the armpit of America. I loathe this town, with its scorching sun, tumbleweeds, gap-toothed natives, dust storms, and complete lack of a drainage system, more with each second spent here. Had I a truck and any amount of money, I would have transfered, myself.
I am grateful, however, for the spattering of friends left. Many of them shan't return until fall, but there are enough who live here or work here to keep me occupied. I already miss Rebekah, who I have known since we were ten. She left sometime this morning to study in Norway for the next two months. I am glad she scraped enough pennies to go; she deserves the "away from Lubbock" time.
I finally finished updating web page links of people I know from Facebook or My Space. Despite not seeing or conversing with many of them regularly, I like to peek in at other people's lives every couple of days or weeks or months. If it doesn't keep me entertained, it keeps me intrigued.
I find them hideous, but I finally set up a My Space page at my older sister's behest. I try to use it to talk to my younger siblings, who I haven't seen in a year and-a-half. Absence makes the heart grow fonder. I do miss the little hoodlums, but I cannot afford to travel or call. When I lived at home, besides minor, personal annoyances, I resented that I was expected to raise the mongoloids, practically, since The Father and my older sister seemed to make themselves as scarce as humanly possible. I do not want to wait for them each to graduate high school before I get to know them again. But oh, well. The Father told me he wanted to get rid of me, and that he certainly has accomplished.
Ich möchte gern ein Eis.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 6:34 PM]