Monday, January 05, 2009
Last night I felt like a pile of sludge, so after working out briefly this morning I spent a couple of hours cleaning like a mad housewife. It seems counter-intuitive that scrubbing stray hairs from behind a toilet should make me feel better about life; they could gather together into a massive brown tumbleweed, for all I really care. I only dislike the idea of having to push aside a hair forest every time I make water.
Pars prima of my errand-running for the afternoon consists in purging myself of a few books that I do not particularly need. The list:
Elie Wiesel- NightMost of these I read in high school and have clung to for little reason, other than especially liking them. But let some other kid read them fo' cheaps. I had two copies of Tess, which is probably unnecessary.
Harper Lee- To Kill A Mockingbird
Lord Byron- Byron's Poetry
Barbara Ehrenreich- Nickel and Dimed: On (Not) Getting By in America
Thomas Keneally- A River Town
Elizabeth Winthrop- The Castle in the Attic
Jerry Spinelli- Maniac Magee
F. Scott Fitzgerald- Flappers and Philosophers
Robert Cormier- Tenderness
Thomas Hardy- Tess of the d'Urbervilles
Anzia Yezierska- Bread Givers
Thomas Keneally- Schindler's List
My housemate has mentioned I may have his old bike, which needs tire replacements; if this does not prove costly, I will wheel it down to the shop (pars secunda).
Labels: bicycle, books, Byron, Elie Wiesel, errands, hair, Maniac Magee, Nickel and Dimed, Thomas Hardy, Thomas Keneally, To Kill a Mockingbird, toilets, working out
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 10:43 AM]
Fond, But Not In Love
Friday, March 21, 2008
I began work at Fuddruckers. With a few exceptions, I am older than everyone else, including the manager who drove me home last night (for my tank is still kaputt). I intend to bus tables for the next several months to pay off a credit card or two.
For the next two weeks, I am going to sit by my mailbox, awaiting financial aid decisions from three of the Classics programs that have accepted me. I have my books (ever so many books), and the weather has begun to warm.
I realize, of course, that my plans may be thrown awry from the small fact that I have not attended so many algebra classes this semester... but it should be offered again via correspondence over the summer. The end still is near.
For all the reading I do, one would think I could connect written and spoken sentences at least through punctuation, if not actual logic, but it seems my inability to sit still for more than three minutes at a time at a desk or before a computer inhibits lengthy transitional expression (present sentence perhaps excluded). Fore in my mind at the moment is the anticipation of my outing to the grocery store this evening for milk and oranges. I might forget about the oranges when I get there.
Labels: errands, financial aid, Fuddruckers, grad school, milk, oranges, Radiohead, working
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 4:47 PM]
Ich Weiß Nur, Daß Ich Nichts Weiß
Thursday, March 13, 2008
The right rear tire on the tank in which I drive when errand-running blew out after I interviewed for a position at Fuddruckers this afternoon. I rode on the rims for quite a distance before pulling into a Shell. I called for a tow, but cancelled the dispatch upon realization that I am broke. Oh, well. Over the next day I shall scrape up some cash.
I fixed a glorious peanut butter pickle sandwich für Abendessen. Jetzt lese ich vier Bücher; jedes hat umgefähr dreisig übrigen Seiten. Ach. Ich kann nichts beenden.
Labels: books, car, dinner, errands, Fuddruckers, job searching, sandwiches, Shell station, tires, towing
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 4:14 PM]