Sunday, July 23, 2006
Kathrin and I had pledged ourselves to rock-climb this afternoon at four, but after waiting twenty-three minutes past, I slunk out of the building to walk around campus instead. My face feels crispy, which arouses the suspicion it may be burnt. Schade.
Jim (the person from whom I am renting the apartment) insists on helping me find a queen-size mattress (to fit the base the previous resident left) and gently ordered me to compose a list of other things I "need" for him to scavenge. Hilariously, the things I need to spend money on at the moment- undergarments and tampons- are of an entirely different nature. I could live without sleeping on a mattress; Jim also wants to help me find cooking pots and utensils, but I still probably won't cook often enough to have need of them. Even coming free, most of this stuff would only clutter the room, unutilized, when someone else could be using it. Sharada donated a television that I never watch and have decided to give away before I move.
I merely want to situate my worldly belongings and not spend any more money than I have to this semester.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 7:33 PM]