It’s been a quiet week here on the homefront. Brother Bear is off to Colorado, Sister Bear down with the hydrophoby or something contagious like that. Most of the Christmas cookies are gone, will be making more soon. I got a camera, a Michael Buble cd, and a really long fleece blanket for Christmas! Also a really beautiful watercolor painting. AND Boston Legal!! We made homemade pizza for Christmas. Mmm. Today I slept later into the morning than I have in years, and finally feel rested. I’m really enjoying this break.
Next semester is going to be pretty great. Half credit Kazantzakis independent study, Greek myth with the Trifecta, Robert Frost with a whole lotta great people, voice class (!), and the English capstone with Duncan. Brit will also be taking the class though, so we’ll have to support each other.
I am very curious about the goings-on in Bloomington. Very mysterious things happening over at Oldface’s.
no “L”, leon.
1. home is in two days. home home home
2. mac and cheese and a light wine for supper?
3. punishment theory–ironic subject for a final paper yes?
4. “after the apocalypse there will be snacks”
5. dith and i used our olive garden gift certificates last night. she had soup, i had a plate of meat and potatoes. i am delighted to be my father’s daughter.
Things I wish I had said at the time (in bold):
1. “Ring Ring! hello? Do you have anyone there who can translate Hebrew from the Holy Bible?
Sir! Are you crazy? We don’t just whore out our Hebrew translators to just anyone who bums along!
2. Me in the library: umm, could you please…
Them: Oh! Yeah! Sorry!
Me: Yeah, just be quiet please.
Why is it so hard to complete that exchange?
3. Any time I was single and near a handsome lad: oHi! I’m Manny the Martian! What’s your favorite flavor of bowling ball?
Dear Diary,
I am at the edge of madness once again. After nearly two days of blustering winds and snow, I find myself staring out at the now-still whiteness with a sort of detached desperation. Our rations are low; yesterday I ate the last of the potatoes and as I write this the oven is cooking the last cake mix. Because of difficulties yesterday getting to the nearby campus store, the cake will be eaten, sadly, without frosting. Soon, we may be forced to resort to cannibalism. Our neighbors in the apartment building are as yet unaware that we’ve begun to select the weakest ones, tracking their movements within the building most carefully.
Meredith has been seized by some sort of violent fit. She sits staring, typing furiously at her computer until the late hours of the night. I haven’t yet brought myself to read what can only be a mad litany of paranoid complaints against President Clinton, who she’s recently taken to abusing roundly for his supposed actions during the Rwanda “situation.” I can only hope for help to arrive soon.
As for myself, I can say little. I try to maintain a cheery disposition in the face of our struggles, but sometimes in the darkness of the night I wonder what will become of us. To those who reads this, I urge you to keep your loved ones close. Tell them that you love them every day. And stay away from the cold winds of Minnesota.
