Archive for January, 2010
January 17
I glance at the most recent entry: “haircut”. That’s odd. I reach up and run my fingers through my hair; it’s short and crisp, as it usually is. I remember getting a haircut a couple days ago. Maybe it’s an old entry? No, yesterday’s German homework is above it, and I know better than to [...]
January 16
“Art majors get all the fun classes,” I grouse. “Well, better she gets to do it there than here,” Katie says, gesturing to the mural. “Anyway, your card, please, Frannie.” I reach into my purse and pull the meal plan card; handing it to Katie, my other hand brushes up against my notepad. I have [...]
January 15
“My what?” Katie asks, lifting her hand. “I’m not sure I follow. Lou, give her a double-shot this morning. Poor kid needs it.” Lou grunts in response. The wedding band was right there, I swear. It had to have been. I know I saw it. It was there, it reflected perfectly off that stupid light [...]
January 14
My eyes aren’t drawn to the architecture or the décor today; normally I find myself staring at the half-assed mural, trying to pick out the people in the very abstract artwork. Instead I’m staring at Katie, the waitress. Lou is busying himself in the back, juggling orders and burning cookies. But Katie, today, has something [...]
January 13
The Beanery, today, is still no closer to completing its planned renovations than it was yesterday. It feels like it’s been under construction more or less forever, or at least since I’ve been coming here. There are track lights hanging from the drop ceiling, with thick cords wrapped around the frame of the ceiling here [...]
January 12
But one thing that is pretty much a law of the universe is that, at some point between sophomore and junior years, a college student discovers caffeine. It could be something as benign as the draining of a 2-liter of Mountain Dew in an hour (and I’ve seen Kyle manage it in under twenty minutes [...]
January 11
Portugese, I think. I hate that class. The teacher’s a dick. I should drop it, but I’m close to figuring it out, and besides, I really don’t want to take Mandarin. I sigh, trying not to wake up Kyle. I might not be able to drop it, but I can do the next best thing. [...]