Friday, January 04, 2008
I began this evening's coffee shop Internet session with all good intent to finish applications for a couple of grad schools. For some reason, the University of Florida Classics and German websites will not load. In lieu of completing that task, then, I discovered a video of George Harrison performing at the Concert For Bangladesh. I've also been listening to German gangsta-rap artists. If I cannot be productive, at least I can be entertained.
I suppose I will leave off in a moment to write a couple of purpose statements. My one purpose in life is to avoid becoming entirely like my mother. I suspect a 1,000-word essay on that topic might not get me into grad school, so I have to come up with something else. Scheisse.
I posted the following to my blog a year ago:
Neither April nor I know how to apply make up (specifically, eye make up), so yesterday we went to Macy's (the Clinique counter) to have a nice girl from the Ukraine do our faces over. The foundation she used covered my redness and acne blemishes, but she unfortunately had none in stock, so I'll have to journey to Dillard's upon my return to Lubbock next week.Bedtime.
We also pawed through sale-priced underwear at Victoria's Secret, each walking out with perfume-scented bags containing five pairs. Mine are rainbow-coloured. Upon arrival at the Koury residence, April's father took glamour shots of us with our made-up faces and new underwear on our heads.
Yesterday we also went to the Harris County public library and were thoroughly disappointed. I had wanted to copy Latin and Greek elegiac texts, but none were to be found, so I must wait until I return to school. Neither of us could concentrate, so we left after a very short time to wander around the dollar store, which we also found to be disappointing, as is so much of life.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 4:06 PM]