For once there is an entry for the right day!
April 7, 1967
A week gone by just like that. I don't know where the time goes. It wasn't a good week nor a bad one. No word from Dusty or Jim--damn both of them. Yesterday was pretty nice. I hoped Dusty would put a perfect end to the day but no such luck,. We got an 'excellent' cleaning rating on our room just for turning over the rugs and scrubbing the basin a bit. Mary and I nearly laughed ourselves sick over it! I got $5.00 from Mama Witt so bought some more "Nice and Easy"(haircoloring I was using), some stamps and candy/cookies. I've got my weekend all planned out --writing on my paper in the library--thrill, thrill. Got last week's History test back with another 84. That just kills me. I don't feel too good; haven't all week. Maybe I've got Mono or something. Guess it's the 'summer syndrome'. I've had all sorts of weird dreams and feel a strong desire to pull out of life in general. It would be so easy.... It's that time of month, also, which complicates matters . I need a vacation but definitely not at 'home'. I don't know what's wrong with me but if nothing is, I'll really start worrying!
So back to the weekend, April 1-2 Now it is Saturday, I wrote. I'm going to the library in a bit to work on my paper. Then I may loaf the rest of the day. Mary is going to be gone this evening and tonight to visit her sister and brother-in-law who are on their way from Albuquerque to California. It is windy and chilly this morning but mostly clear so far. I hope it doesn't snow more. My watch stopped yesterday. I was so mad. I'm writing them a nasty letter--not too nasty but insistent. I ran smack dab into Ray yesterday at lunch. I think he did it on purpose, the big oaf.
I'd hiked out to Outfit Alley on Sunday and nothing was there. Got back about 1:45, ate some junk for lunch and then napped until 5:00. Mary brought me a sandwich for dinner and then went to the library. I stayed, hoping for a phone call --didn't happen--and worked on my accounting assignments and notes from my research books until 10:45 when I fell into bed.
Then it was Monday again, a mild and overcast day I am just tired and stale, I guess. Damn the whole mess. Haven't heard from Jim or Dusty and know Ray is not what I need or want. Guess I'd better just start all over. I have really been getting deep purple lately, especially at that time of moth,.. PMS? Whatever. I said maybe I should wear red today but I don't think it would help. Nuts, gruts and butts. Here, I can't waste two hours when I've got to get to work. Papers, more accounting, get more of my class notes in order, etc. I don't really worry now but grades are still a necessity and keeping that 1.5 average if possible.Yes, I had a very different life now; was it all it was cracked up to be? Except the old one still had a toe if not a whole foot iin a bear trap. At times that was a help but mostly a hinderance. Grut the whole mess.
Pictures just 'cause: A snowy day from the 3rd floor of Liberal arts; an NAU building I cannot name today and last a view out in the east railyard looking across toward "outfit alley" where some of those distant cars may have been part of one or excess not used right then.
