I meant to note that I went to the Rally to Restore Sanity and/or Fear the day after my last post, and it was totally awesome. There were so many people (I heard one count of 265,000), more people than I've ever seen in one place. And so many funny signs. And Jack McCoy! It was great. And we didn't have major problems getting there or back. Fabulous.
In the month and a half since then, I've been busy doing not much. I took my Corporations final this morning, but I don't want to talk about it because it was really unpleasant. I almost threw up when I saw the questions. I've still got Communications left (by Wednesday afternoon) and I would definitely like to be better prepared for that. WHY DIDN'T I DO MORE READING FOR CLASS??
I meant to start studying this afternoon, but I was too drained to do so. Studying sucks a bag of dicks (thanks, Sweet Dee). So instead of studying, I piddled around on the tubes at school for a bit (after lunch/drinks at Chili's and dessert at SB). Then I came home and did more piddling.
And I watched Hairspray. Again. God, I love Corny Collins. And Seaweed. I love the dresses the girls wear so much. I sometimes/often wish people still dressed like that. I don't want the rest of the stuff that goes along with that time period, just the clothes. And possibly the status and prestige afforded to air travel.
That got me thinking about musicals, so I listened and sang along to the Wicked soundtrack. Then I moved all of my clothes off my piano and played every song in the Wicked book except for "No Good Deed Goes Unpunished" because I don't like that one. And then I played my favorites out of Les Miserables.
I think playing piano for me is what riding a bike is for most people (regarding the "It's just like riding a bike" saying. I cannot ride a bike for shit, regardless of how long it's been since I rode; it's seriously day-to-day). But I haven't played piano since August? And I went back no problem. I mean, the songs weren't perfect, since I hadn't practiced them in ages, but I wasn't rusty. I guess if I'd rode a bike for 20+ years, it would be different.
Just saw this ridiculous Rod Blagojevich pistachio commercial. Made no sense. Lots of pistachios in a briefcase. My first thought was "THAT'S A LOTTA NUTS!" And my second thought was how very few people get that reference. Sad times.
I really ought to go to bed and get up early to study. But I don't want tooooooo.
Now that I know what tardive dyskinesia is (thanks Mental Health Law!), it makes those Reglan/plaintiffs' lawyers commercials more disturbing. I'd hate to have permanent ticks and spasms.
Another bizarre pistachio commercial! This time with vampires. Lovely.
Can I get up early for breakfast? Cafe Cubano? I HOPE SO, BECAUSE I WANT COFFEE.
Here's to pretty girls who went to our heads
Here's to witty girls who went to our beds
(or, why I should hang out with fictional French revolutionaries more often)
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Friday, October 29, 2010
hail to the chief
I saw the President today.
It was really exciting, considering we waited 3 1/2 hours in the cold to see him. I met Ashley and Bobby on the Mall at 4pm; the line to the Pavilion was backed up to the skate park (i.e., all the way to the opposite end of the Mall). Once the gates opened it took about an hour and a half to get through the Secret Service security screening and get inside. We had to stand on the grass about 50ish yards away (I'm terrible at measuring distance, but this seems right), so he was kind of tiny, but visible. Definitely audible, considering the sound system at the venue.
I called Mama when he went on and we both listened for a while. It was really awesome. Totally worth it.
Tomorrow, we're going to the Stewart/Colbert rally in D.C. Can't effing wait.
It was really exciting, considering we waited 3 1/2 hours in the cold to see him. I met Ashley and Bobby on the Mall at 4pm; the line to the Pavilion was backed up to the skate park (i.e., all the way to the opposite end of the Mall). Once the gates opened it took about an hour and a half to get through the Secret Service security screening and get inside. We had to stand on the grass about 50ish yards away (I'm terrible at measuring distance, but this seems right), so he was kind of tiny, but visible. Definitely audible, considering the sound system at the venue.
I called Mama when he went on and we both listened for a while. It was really awesome. Totally worth it.
Tomorrow, we're going to the Stewart/Colbert rally in D.C. Can't effing wait.
Friday, October 22, 2010
carry on my wayward son
After class today, I hung out with Ashley. We went to SB and got some super tasty pumpkin spice lattes. Let me pause and say that I effing love pumpkin stuff. Pumpkin lattes, pumpkin pie, pumpkin bread, and especially the pumpkin pie Blizzard at DQ. It's heaven. It makes me so angry that it's only around for two months, if that.
Anyway, after our trip to SB, we went back to her place and played Rock Band for six hours. Seriously. It was awesome. We haven't played in a long time (Rock-A-PILA aside), and it was nice to not have to think about anything school-related and just play in our fake band. When we have to part ways in the future, I'm going to get a PS3 and RB and we're going to play online together. And it will be magic.
Anyway, after our trip to SB, we went back to her place and played Rock Band for six hours. Seriously. It was awesome. We haven't played in a long time (Rock-A-PILA aside), and it was nice to not have to think about anything school-related and just play in our fake band. When we have to part ways in the future, I'm going to get a PS3 and RB and we're going to play online together. And it will be magic.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
dumplings and yogurt
Amy and I went to dinner and dessert on the Downtown Mall tonight and it was pretty fabulous, if a little chilly. Dumplings for me and sesame noodles for her at the Chinese place and then frozen yogurt at Sweet Frog. Fabulous.
I called Michelle for the first time in a long time after I dropped Amy off and we had a nice chat. I wish we lived closer. And I wish Ali lived closer too. Is it too much to ask to have all my friends move to wherever I go?
When I got home, I was reminded that I need to go replenish my household supplies. Toilet paper in particular. I'm down to my last roll! I also desperately need more food.
I am still in love with this Kanye station on Pandora.
How does salt go so well with caramel? I don't understand it, but it makes my mouth so happy.
I called Michelle for the first time in a long time after I dropped Amy off and we had a nice chat. I wish we lived closer. And I wish Ali lived closer too. Is it too much to ask to have all my friends move to wherever I go?
When I got home, I was reminded that I need to go replenish my household supplies. Toilet paper in particular. I'm down to my last roll! I also desperately need more food.
I am still in love with this Kanye station on Pandora.
How does salt go so well with caramel? I don't understand it, but it makes my mouth so happy.
i dreamed a dream
I ended up sleeping through Corporations this morning. Oops. See my previous post for why. In exchange for truancy, I had some bizarre dreams.
One of them that I only vaguely remember involved someone holding me in a bear hug while someone else rushed at me to presumably injure me, and I used some of my newly learned karate moves to get away. I felt pretty bad-ass.
A later dream that I remember more clearly was set at some kind of bizarre theme park, kind of like MGM, but with sets that you could go into that were lushly decorated. Anyway, I was there with my mom and Hadi, and we were wandering around, but there were a lot of random stabbings going on. It was kind of freaky. And then I stumbled upon a cache of baked goods in a little kitchen (next to a pool where fat people in wheelchairs were watching "Wild Hearts Can't Be Broken"--no idea where that came from), a whole bunch of brownies and eclairs and cakes, and I just stuffed my face. I thought (later) that maybe those had been made for someone else, but I didn't care. I ate a bunch and I made myself a doggie bag and took more with me. As a result, I am dying for brownies and cake. DYING. I'm thinking of going to Harris Teeter and buy a whole bunch of eclairs. Or go to Ben & Jerry's and get a brownie. Maybe both? The possibilities are endless. If only I didn't have shit to do preventing me from getting sweets immediately.
One of them that I only vaguely remember involved someone holding me in a bear hug while someone else rushed at me to presumably injure me, and I used some of my newly learned karate moves to get away. I felt pretty bad-ass.
A later dream that I remember more clearly was set at some kind of bizarre theme park, kind of like MGM, but with sets that you could go into that were lushly decorated. Anyway, I was there with my mom and Hadi, and we were wandering around, but there were a lot of random stabbings going on. It was kind of freaky. And then I stumbled upon a cache of baked goods in a little kitchen (next to a pool where fat people in wheelchairs were watching "Wild Hearts Can't Be Broken"--no idea where that came from), a whole bunch of brownies and eclairs and cakes, and I just stuffed my face. I thought (later) that maybe those had been made for someone else, but I didn't care. I ate a bunch and I made myself a doggie bag and took more with me. As a result, I am dying for brownies and cake. DYING. I'm thinking of going to Harris Teeter and buy a whole bunch of eclairs. Or go to Ben & Jerry's and get a brownie. Maybe both? The possibilities are endless. If only I didn't have shit to do preventing me from getting sweets immediately.
i can hit you with real millionaire shit
I am terrible at updating. Apologies all around.
It is currently 1:17am, and I got home from school approximately 15 minutes go. Why so late, you ask? VJIL.
It's not as bad as it seems. I just had two articles to format and one of them was an 86-page monster, with a ridiculous table of contents. I had to create a new template for all the subdivisions. It was intense.
This activity would normally be a lot worse, except that we got a SWEET new computer for the office today. 27" screen, 1TB harddrive, 8GB RAM, Blu-Ray player, Bose speakers, the works. God bless Tim for being so amenable to spending VJIL's money. So instead of squinting to format on my little laptop screen, I got to kick back (not really) and work on a fabulous, giant HD screen. And listen to the Kanye station on Pandora, which is pretty bad-ass, because it plays a ton of Biggie. I miss him. R.I.P. B.I.G.
I wish I had more downtime this week, because my apartment could use a serious cleaning. It's disgusting. So much clutter and junk and hair and dirty dishes. It wouldn't hurt to do another cleanse of my wardrobe and put stuff I will never wear again into the Goodwill pile. I also need groceries. See? So much to do, but no time. Thanks, Negotiation Institute.
My hair needs to hurry up and grow out faster. I want to get my transition cut, but it's not long enough yet and it's killing me. Like cancer. That's how much my hair is annoying me.
Last night I tried on some of my "fancy" dresses because I was bored and didn't want to do my reading. I have two nice dresses, but I only have one more dress-up law school event (because the PILA Auction suuuuucks). I'm torn. One is satiny, emerald green, one-shoulder, knee-length. It's really pretty, but I have two issues: 1) I hate strapless bras, but I probably shouldn't go braless (February is really cold), so I don't know what to do about that, and 2) it's a solid color, and not forgiving like black, so I'm going to have to do a lot more ab/hip/thigh exercises (plus some arm stuff wouldn't hurt) or get Spanx, and those are expensive and painful. The other is a purplish floralish print, indeterminate fabric, with that tiered look (not like a band dress or those dresses that look like fish scales--somewhere in between), with cap sleeves and a sweetheart neckline. It's very pretty, and it makes my boobs look really good (I could even go braless!), but I don't know if it's fancy enough for Barrister's. I guess I'll have to do a fashion show and have my friends (or my date????) help me pick.
I also need to find a Halloween costume. I want to go as Lucille from AD since I've got my minks, but I don't know where I'll find an old lady dress that zips up the back. Perhaps one of the numerous thrift stores? I shall shop around and see.
I've been craving grand jura cheese from the Borough Market and La Duree's macaroons all day. Basically the whole time since I got back from England. It's killing me (softly). Would someone get a girl a goddamn macaroon?
It is currently 1:17am, and I got home from school approximately 15 minutes go. Why so late, you ask? VJIL.
It's not as bad as it seems. I just had two articles to format and one of them was an 86-page monster, with a ridiculous table of contents. I had to create a new template for all the subdivisions. It was intense.
This activity would normally be a lot worse, except that we got a SWEET new computer for the office today. 27" screen, 1TB harddrive, 8GB RAM, Blu-Ray player, Bose speakers, the works. God bless Tim for being so amenable to spending VJIL's money. So instead of squinting to format on my little laptop screen, I got to kick back (not really) and work on a fabulous, giant HD screen. And listen to the Kanye station on Pandora, which is pretty bad-ass, because it plays a ton of Biggie. I miss him. R.I.P. B.I.G.
I wish I had more downtime this week, because my apartment could use a serious cleaning. It's disgusting. So much clutter and junk and hair and dirty dishes. It wouldn't hurt to do another cleanse of my wardrobe and put stuff I will never wear again into the Goodwill pile. I also need groceries. See? So much to do, but no time. Thanks, Negotiation Institute.
My hair needs to hurry up and grow out faster. I want to get my transition cut, but it's not long enough yet and it's killing me. Like cancer. That's how much my hair is annoying me.
Last night I tried on some of my "fancy" dresses because I was bored and didn't want to do my reading. I have two nice dresses, but I only have one more dress-up law school event (because the PILA Auction suuuuucks). I'm torn. One is satiny, emerald green, one-shoulder, knee-length. It's really pretty, but I have two issues: 1) I hate strapless bras, but I probably shouldn't go braless (February is really cold), so I don't know what to do about that, and 2) it's a solid color, and not forgiving like black, so I'm going to have to do a lot more ab/hip/thigh exercises (plus some arm stuff wouldn't hurt) or get Spanx, and those are expensive and painful. The other is a purplish floralish print, indeterminate fabric, with that tiered look (not like a band dress or those dresses that look like fish scales--somewhere in between), with cap sleeves and a sweetheart neckline. It's very pretty, and it makes my boobs look really good (I could even go braless!), but I don't know if it's fancy enough for Barrister's. I guess I'll have to do a fashion show and have my friends (or my date????) help me pick.
I also need to find a Halloween costume. I want to go as Lucille from AD since I've got my minks, but I don't know where I'll find an old lady dress that zips up the back. Perhaps one of the numerous thrift stores? I shall shop around and see.
I've been craving grand jura cheese from the Borough Market and La Duree's macaroons all day. Basically the whole time since I got back from England. It's killing me (softly). Would someone get a girl a goddamn macaroon?
Friday, July 23, 2010
tgif bitches
I dreamed last night that I didn't get my application for the Kyudai LLM program in on time. It was very upsetting, since it felt very real. I also lived in some kind of crypt in a foreign city (Paris?) that was not fully covered from the elements. And I think elements of Jaws worked their way into the dream too, which I can't explain.
Then I woke up this morning thinking it was Saturday. Why did I think this? Because it was light outside when I woke up, and it's usually dark-ish, since I get up around 6:30 during the week. But then I realized it was not in fact Saturday, and rolled over to check the time. 8:00. Wtg, ass.
The problem was this: I like to play sudoku on my phone. However, when I play sudoku, it doesn't let my phone go to sleep. So if, for example, I'm lying in bed playing sudoku and fall asleep, the phone stays on and the battery eventually dies. The problem part comes in because my phone is also one of my alarms. I have a regular alarm, but my phone alarm tends to wake me up rather than incorporate itself into my dreams.
So last night, I fell asleep playing sudoku and my phone died. I must have also turned my other alarm off while trying to hit snooze. Thus the 8:00 wake-up. Didn't get to exercise or shower. Not a good way to start the day.
I got to work and my supervisor popped his head in to do the "how are you?" thing, to which I replied "Unphghaf," and explained my grumpies. He came back a few minutes later to say, "I have an answer for you. Starbucks." So we went to SB and all was right with the world.
My supervisor also bought some ice cream so the office could do a taste test between Ben & Jerry's Americone Dream and Haagen Daz's Caramel Cone. Having now tasted both, I can say that Caramel Cone is the superior ice cream. The caramel ice cream is nice and the chocolate-covered waffle cone pieces are crunchier. The caramel is equally delicious in both. Too bad Caramel Cone doesn't have a sweet celebrity endorsement deal with Stephen Colbert.
After a relatively slow day at work, I came back home and lounged by the pool for an hour or so. So nice. It wasn't as balls-hot as it was earlier in the day, and when I got too hot, I could just jump in the pool to cool off. Of course the pool water was about as warm as a bathtub, but it helped.
Now I'm chillin'. I'm going fishing tomorrow for the first time this summer (and for the first time in a few years), so I'm super excited. I hope I catch something! I don't even care if we keep it, I just want to catch a fish.
Then I woke up this morning thinking it was Saturday. Why did I think this? Because it was light outside when I woke up, and it's usually dark-ish, since I get up around 6:30 during the week. But then I realized it was not in fact Saturday, and rolled over to check the time. 8:00. Wtg, ass.
The problem was this: I like to play sudoku on my phone. However, when I play sudoku, it doesn't let my phone go to sleep. So if, for example, I'm lying in bed playing sudoku and fall asleep, the phone stays on and the battery eventually dies. The problem part comes in because my phone is also one of my alarms. I have a regular alarm, but my phone alarm tends to wake me up rather than incorporate itself into my dreams.
So last night, I fell asleep playing sudoku and my phone died. I must have also turned my other alarm off while trying to hit snooze. Thus the 8:00 wake-up. Didn't get to exercise or shower. Not a good way to start the day.
I got to work and my supervisor popped his head in to do the "how are you?" thing, to which I replied "Unphghaf," and explained my grumpies. He came back a few minutes later to say, "I have an answer for you. Starbucks." So we went to SB and all was right with the world.
My supervisor also bought some ice cream so the office could do a taste test between Ben & Jerry's Americone Dream and Haagen Daz's Caramel Cone. Having now tasted both, I can say that Caramel Cone is the superior ice cream. The caramel ice cream is nice and the chocolate-covered waffle cone pieces are crunchier. The caramel is equally delicious in both. Too bad Caramel Cone doesn't have a sweet celebrity endorsement deal with Stephen Colbert.
After a relatively slow day at work, I came back home and lounged by the pool for an hour or so. So nice. It wasn't as balls-hot as it was earlier in the day, and when I got too hot, I could just jump in the pool to cool off. Of course the pool water was about as warm as a bathtub, but it helped.
Now I'm chillin'. I'm going fishing tomorrow for the first time this summer (and for the first time in a few years), so I'm super excited. I hope I catch something! I don't even care if we keep it, I just want to catch a fish.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
two more hours?
I am literally falling asleep at my desk. I hate the post-lunch sleepies.
I went to the dentist again yesterday and he put in some fillings. He also fixed these little spots on my front teeth that I've had for years. He said it was a hyper-calcification, not a stain. So he handed those down and put in some fillings and now my teeth look so much better.
I finally filed my Japanese tax refund stuff. Hopefully it gets there in time! God I'm lazy.
I think I'm so sleepy because I stayed up formatting an article for VJIL as part of my super important role as Senior Production Editor. I was also watching USA programming. Much love.
Here's hoping the weather holds out this afternoon so I can have more pool time!
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Monday, July 19, 2010
so sleepy
Just got home after a loooong day of driving. I went up to ATL with Mama this weekend, since she's up there for a work conference, but I had to come back for a dentist appointment at 1pm today. So I got up at 6:30, exercised with my girl Jillian and got ready, but somehow wasn't able to leave until 9:00. Then I drove drove drove back here and got to the dentist just in time. Then I had to take Mama's car back to her house and pick up my car and drive back home. So I think I drove over 300 miles today. Boo.
Another boo: I have some cavities. I have to go back to the dentist tomorrow. ;_; That's what I get for not flossing (and waiting two years between dentist visits).
While in the capital city, I went to see Joshua James play at Piedmont Park. <3 Apparently 99X does these free concerts at the Park Tavern every week during the summer, and JJ just happened to be there on a weekend that was convenient for me. Awesome. Fortunately my buddy Aaron was willing to go with so I didn't have to go by myself and feel sketched out. The concert was great, although it was a very different crowd/venue/atmosphere than his show in C'ville. I liked the intimacy of The Southern better. But the huge downpour that started at the beginning of his set was kind of cool, and the view of the city from the park is quite nice.
Saturday, Mama and I went to Wartown (aka Warner Robins) for BBQ at the White Diamond and cobbler at Lane Southern Orchards. Both were delicious. Unfortunately, we didn't get to share this experience with Shelly, since we were running ridiculously behind schedule. (Not my fault at all this time. Sorry, M. ;_;) But it was tasty nonetheless.
I'm super duper sleepy, so I think I'm going to sleep on the couch until my aunt gets home, or maybe just lie on the couch and watch Archer on Hulu.
Another boo: I have some cavities. I have to go back to the dentist tomorrow. ;_; That's what I get for not flossing (and waiting two years between dentist visits).
While in the capital city, I went to see Joshua James play at Piedmont Park. <3 Apparently 99X does these free concerts at the Park Tavern every week during the summer, and JJ just happened to be there on a weekend that was convenient for me. Awesome. Fortunately my buddy Aaron was willing to go with so I didn't have to go by myself and feel sketched out. The concert was great, although it was a very different crowd/venue/atmosphere than his show in C'ville. I liked the intimacy of The Southern better. But the huge downpour that started at the beginning of his set was kind of cool, and the view of the city from the park is quite nice.
Saturday, Mama and I went to Wartown (aka Warner Robins) for BBQ at the White Diamond and cobbler at Lane Southern Orchards. Both were delicious. Unfortunately, we didn't get to share this experience with Shelly, since we were running ridiculously behind schedule. (Not my fault at all this time. Sorry, M. ;_;) But it was tasty nonetheless.
I'm super duper sleepy, so I think I'm going to sleep on the couch until my aunt gets home, or maybe just lie on the couch and watch Archer on Hulu.
Friday, July 16, 2010
babytown frolics
At 3:30, my supervisor walked into my office and asked if I wanted to go home. Of course I said yes, so I left and went to the pool. It was ridonkulously hot, but I had the place to myself after the Nutty Professor* left, so it wasn't bad.
I actually have a tan! My current skin color is the darkest it's ever been, at least since childhood. I'm so proud of myself, even though I know I'm giving myself skin cancer. Too bad it will fade and I'll be pale again soon. :(
I'm going to Wartown/Macon with Mom tomorrow. We're going to stop at the White Diamond for BBQ and hopefully fried pickles. They were out of fried pickles the last time I went, and I made my displeasure known to the waiter with a loud, whiny WUT. I may call ahead just in case. Then we're going to go to Lane's Southern Orchards, aka the peach packing plant, for dessert. I'm so excited. And Michelle's going to come too, since she lives there. But she's got a baby now (i.e., a puppy, god help her if it was an actual human child), so she can't stay for long.
I'm still trying to decide if I want to go to the Joshua James concert in Piedmont Park Sunday night. I love him, but I don't have anyone to go with at the moment, and I don't want to get back to the hotel super late since I have to drive back home early. Also, I don't want to get robbed/raped/murdered at the park. Maybe I'll ask Aaron or Jared if they'd like to go. Because Joshua James is amazing. (Thanks, Sean!)
Now I'm chilling on the couch watching Archer on Hulu. What an awesome show. It's like Arrested Development in animated form.
I should probably eat something other than the two bowls of cereal I've already had since I just had a little bit of cheese for lunch. But I don't want to leave... Maybe I'll make myself toast? With jam? The possibilities are endless.
*The Nutty Professor is my nickname for this weird, unfriendly guy who does these really slow laps around the pool. He is allegedly a professor at Armstrong, thus the nickname.
I actually have a tan! My current skin color is the darkest it's ever been, at least since childhood. I'm so proud of myself, even though I know I'm giving myself skin cancer. Too bad it will fade and I'll be pale again soon. :(
I'm going to Wartown/Macon with Mom tomorrow. We're going to stop at the White Diamond for BBQ and hopefully fried pickles. They were out of fried pickles the last time I went, and I made my displeasure known to the waiter with a loud, whiny WUT. I may call ahead just in case. Then we're going to go to Lane's Southern Orchards, aka the peach packing plant, for dessert. I'm so excited. And Michelle's going to come too, since she lives there. But she's got a baby now (i.e., a puppy, god help her if it was an actual human child), so she can't stay for long.
I'm still trying to decide if I want to go to the Joshua James concert in Piedmont Park Sunday night. I love him, but I don't have anyone to go with at the moment, and I don't want to get back to the hotel super late since I have to drive back home early. Also, I don't want to get robbed/raped/murdered at the park. Maybe I'll ask Aaron or Jared if they'd like to go. Because Joshua James is amazing. (Thanks, Sean!)
Now I'm chilling on the couch watching Archer on Hulu. What an awesome show. It's like Arrested Development in animated form.
I should probably eat something other than the two bowls of cereal I've already had since I just had a little bit of cheese for lunch. But I don't want to leave... Maybe I'll make myself toast? With jam? The possibilities are endless.
*The Nutty Professor is my nickname for this weird, unfriendly guy who does these really slow laps around the pool. He is allegedly a professor at Armstrong, thus the nickname.
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