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Mar. 22nd, 2001 07:03 pmI hear more sirens every day. Three times during Czech class today. I wonder about that.
This headache does not go away.
This headache does not go away.
Mar. 22nd, 2001
where, on a rock
Mar. 22nd, 2001 10:03 pmFunny how they can take the time to put in a new picture, but his office hours are still wrong. I wonder where that was taken.
Tomorrow is Friday and perhaps that means some kind of freedom. I'm not sure anymore. Just wanting the semester to finish itself up and my apartment to transfer its contents across the city without my interfering. I'll be happier when all is said and done.
I saw both my parents today. Hopefully I won't see them for another month. Sometime in May I shall have to say goodbye before I leave for Prague. But I'm going to stop this. I leave them to work out their situation. It sounds so terrible, like I'm abandoning them. I love them, but, God, they do make it so hard so often.
I sat in Keith's office this morning, talking about movies, laundry and parents. Had our ongoing argument about why it is a good thing to go outside once in awhile. Watched him drink something an awful shade of green and supposedly "healthy." *shudder* Right. We're going to have dinner next week. I'm looking at restaraunts, trying to decide on a good place. Tocai's website is boggling my poor computer because of all the Flash. Sigh, oh how I need a new machine. Anyways, I want to eat somewhere different. We all need to get out more often.
He also promised to come to Karen's dinner party. Which should be interesting. I think we have two Math professors, one Russian professor, one French professor and assorted students. Fun fun fun. I'm going to make some kind of Greek salad.
Hmm. I talk a lot about food. I should mention I ate lunch with Karen today at Cafe Matisse in Dobie Mall. They had hard boiled eggs, odd and amusing. Good pasta salad.
Should go read some government instead of pretending it doesn't exist. And I will wind up writing outmy astronomy homework in complete sentences while I listen to my government TA drone on.
What am I going to do tomorrow? What am I going to do this weekend?
Tomorrow is Friday and perhaps that means some kind of freedom. I'm not sure anymore. Just wanting the semester to finish itself up and my apartment to transfer its contents across the city without my interfering. I'll be happier when all is said and done.
I saw both my parents today. Hopefully I won't see them for another month. Sometime in May I shall have to say goodbye before I leave for Prague. But I'm going to stop this. I leave them to work out their situation. It sounds so terrible, like I'm abandoning them. I love them, but, God, they do make it so hard so often.
I sat in Keith's office this morning, talking about movies, laundry and parents. Had our ongoing argument about why it is a good thing to go outside once in awhile. Watched him drink something an awful shade of green and supposedly "healthy." *shudder* Right. We're going to have dinner next week. I'm looking at restaraunts, trying to decide on a good place. Tocai's website is boggling my poor computer because of all the Flash. Sigh, oh how I need a new machine. Anyways, I want to eat somewhere different. We all need to get out more often.
He also promised to come to Karen's dinner party. Which should be interesting. I think we have two Math professors, one Russian professor, one French professor and assorted students. Fun fun fun. I'm going to make some kind of Greek salad.
Hmm. I talk a lot about food. I should mention I ate lunch with Karen today at Cafe Matisse in Dobie Mall. They had hard boiled eggs, odd and amusing. Good pasta salad.
Should go read some government instead of pretending it doesn't exist. And I will wind up writing outmy astronomy homework in complete sentences while I listen to my government TA drone on.
What am I going to do tomorrow? What am I going to do this weekend?