I’m very tired. Exhausted even. And I have to get up in the morning at some ungodly hour to be at school at seven so I can pick up a bunch of people who may or may not be there so they can all pile in my van so I can take them to Jackson, Mississippi so we can visit an exhibition of Russian royalty artifacts. The guy who has the information on it hasn’t called me back, so I don’t know where I’m going, nor do I have the money to get there. But if I don’t hear from…
Right now I’m sort of bouncing off the walls. I’m terribly excited. Ken Myers from Mars Hill tapes called me today while I was still at school playing on the net in the computer lab with Bishop, who’d come by UM to drop off an application for the summer honors program. I came home to find a note on the board saying he’d call back. The phone kept ringing all evening, a whole lot more than usual. As we were eating, it rang yet again. “Just answer, ‘WHAT?’” Denise suggested to whoever was answering the phone. “Yeah,” I agreed, then…
For as much doom and gloom prophecy I emanate, I’ve decided that I really am an optimist after all. I expect so much more of myself than I probably should, and I actually have the audacity to think I can accomplish what I’ve optimistically set out to do. Take this research paper I wrote for Public Administration. I didn’t actually get started on it until around 1:30 the night before it was due. Oh, I’d checked out lots of books from the library and downloaded a bunch of pages off the web. I’d even started reading one of the books.…
Okay so far here’s how it is: 1) I have an internship offer from Americans for Tax Reform in Washington, D.C. Pays $100 a week. 2) I got a messge last night while I was out to call my former employer Dr. Yearwood. He called me this morning to tell me to contact Ken Myers in Charlotesville. And this stupid computer just decided to freeze up so that everything I wrote after this disappeared when I had no choice but to restart it. So right now I’m seriously considering becoming a Nihilist and destroying all technology except for my piano.…
I received a letter in the (real) mail addressed to me today. The return address read “NBL National Benefit Life Insurance Company.” I didn’t hurry to open it. Just another one of those useless pieces of mail that I feel I have an obligation to look at before tossing it in the trash can. I mean, why should I have life insurance? I die, that’s it. _I_ won’t be getting anything out of it. Why should anyone else? When I was looking around for something to keep me from doing homework a couple hours later, I reached down and opened…