Wednesday, February 27, 2008
I began Brave New World two days ago, read a couple of chapters at three this morning before I worked out, and stayed in the foreign languages building through the afternoon to finish. Ich hab' es sehr gern, aber die letzten Kapiteln haben mich enttäuscht. Huxley himself, from the introduction to the 1946 edition I own, expressed dissatisfaction with the conclusion he wrote as well, and proposed a third option of a search for sanity between the choices originally offered the Savage. I might have preferred the (or "a") different ending, for I read with the expectation that the Savage would progress beyond the stage of self-punishment, loathing, and denial. I am pleased that he mutilated Lenina; a modern story would somehow have allowed him to "have" her, which would of course refute the rest of the novel.
Ich habe Civilum Bellum [K]aesars auf Lateinisch begonnen. Ich liebe Kaesar, weil er einen dousche ist. Er liebt auch sich selbst. Hee.
Labels: Aldous Huxley, Bellum Civilum, Brave New World, denial, dousche, Julius Caesar, Latin, loathing, reading, sanity, self-punishment, working out
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 4:48 PM]
In The You-Know-Where
Monday, February 25, 2008
My older sister's boyfriend sent some self-printed stickers with his artwork on it, plus a couple of pins, after he received a Spiderman Valentine from me in the mail last week. Jemand liebt mich.
I finally began Brave New World last night, and spent about two hours this afternoon soaking my eyes in English, for once. I tell people all the time that my English is really only so much better than my German, but Mr. Huxley's British presents no problems. Der Grair Bär came by for a peek at my latest selection in literature, snickered, and commented about parallels with the Bush administration. Admittedly, the iPod Nano I own has always made me feel a little dirty, and this afternoon I took my walk without it and consequently felt liberated from the ropes of the man.
But I will require the Nano again tomorrow morning, erst I workout. Fats Domino, Hole, and Rammstein provide precisely the euphoria I need to get through the day without taking my ever-trusty boxcutter to my forearms in one of the moments it dawns that I lead an empty, monotonous, unproductive life. I put off finding a job for the past two months, because inserting myself back into the machine will be bound to make me depressed and miserable again.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 5:43 PM]
Just Keep Swimming
Saturday, February 23, 2008
I awoke this morning from last night's plasma-donating lethargy with the noble intention of completing most of my schoolwork in the morning, working out and swimming like a crazy work-out-and-swimming fiend starting at noon, and then spending all evening buried in books at the coffee shop. An unbalanced Poptart breakfast induced sleep. Upon waking again, I caught up on dishes and a little bit of reading until I finally decided to get dressed for working out.
I worked out, swam, and finished a book at the pool before showering and returning to the Lair. I was going to go to Target and then find someone who would dine out with me, but went instead to United Supermarket for Marketstreet pizza, which is delicious. However, upon returning to the Lair, I discovered the hard way that the dietary supplements I am taking should not be combined with two heavy slices of pizza and twenty ounces of Cherry Coke.
I have spent over half an hour on the toilet this evening. I consequently feel unclean, and have decided not to make any public appearances for at least the next twelve hours. I am going to read through the next portion of Njal's Saga, the latest assignment for a German class. I love the plot- every scene ends in a bloodbath. After what I've been bathed in all night, gratuitious murder is a welcome diversion.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 8:13 PM]
And Then He Became A Hippie For A While
Thursday, February 21, 2008
This afternoon I had an interview with a Farmer's Insurance agent who needs a telemarketer to set home appointments for him. It went extremely well, since he admitted that out of over thirty applicants, he would like to hire me and one other girl. But he can only hire one of us immediately. Since I am graduating and will only be in Lubbock through the summer, I am disadvantaged slightly. The other good prospect and I will come in again for separate interviews Monday, and then he will make his decision that afternoon.
If he decides to hire me, I would still need a second, weekend job. I decided to cancel my car and health insurance policies, since I cannot afford them, even with full-time employment, on top of rent and immense credit debt. Being a grown-up is poo.
I did get accepted to a couple of Classics MA programs. Now I await financial aid decisions.
And now I read.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 5:06 PM]