2002-04-29 - 3:29 p.m. : "i said you're the reason i'm in this mess and when they show up i'll give the martian saints your address" : It's Monday and I'm wiped. The day has been an uphill climb, not terrible really, but none too pleasant either. The only thing that Dorky Professor asked me to translate in Latin was the one thing I hadn't realized that we had to translate so I came out looking like an ill-prepared dolt (even though I'm actually ahead in my work). For Roman Civ I forgot to bring my book with me and the discussion was long and uninteresting. And after sitting through Classical Mythology, despite bringing my knitting, it was an effort not to fall asleep. On the up side, I had leftover pizza from El Greco for lunch and I'm $31 in cash richer than I was when I woke up this morning. My parents finally forwarded me the Easter card that my grandmother sent me and I also recieved my birthday card from her. Now I can afford to do laundry and put enough gas into my car to go to the grocery store to buy brownie mix so that tomorrow I can make brownies as I promised folks that I would do.
But I'm just so tired, still drained from all that sunshine yesterday, even though I went to bed at 1 a.m. and slept until 9:45 when I realized that I no longer had time to lounge in bed before class. I have no concept of how I will write a paper in the next couple of days but I'm determined that I won't put it off until Sunday (after returning from a party-hard weekend with Pink Princess and a 7 hour drive alone from Savannah).
I'm a bit wary of this trip up to see Pink Princess. I just know that I'll feel awkward and out of place and she will drag me into a lot of uncomfortable situations. Not to mention funding anxieties since gas and the concert and all sorts of things will cost me quite a hunk of dough to pull off. A good $150-200 if I'm keep control. But I must remind myself that it will be okay because there are only a few more weeks of this self-sufficiency left to endure. In less than a month I will be back to free food and the occasional free tank of gas and I will be able to replenish my draining resources at some shit job scrubbing toilets for tourists, which I will not be adverse to as long as my previous housekeeping experience will get me a better wage than my sad $6.75/hour of last summer (the hotel manager promised me $7.00 despite my inexperience when I explained that I was working for money to survive on when I went back to school but she never lived up to her promise).
I need a nap. Or maybe just a peice of cake to motivate me through another 50 grueling lines of The Odyssey. That, and Babbers promised to call tonight.
