I think my brain is finally short circuiting. Seriously. There are some jokes now that have to be explained, and I *should* get them, and Thursday, I don't remember little part-lets of the day. And yes, I was sober during the things I don't remember. Like walking up the stairs to the Cherry Room. I had to have done it. I just don't remember doing it. oops.
Ok people, just so you realize... I'd hope you already know, but if you get random texts, saying random things... don't worry. It just completely means "I love you, I miss you, and I wish I were there so here's a little bit of my life from here." Not matter what they say, they all mean about the same. It's true
There is one perk to living in the Boston area that I'll miss once I'm back in Iowa. The Sam Adams brewery. Private open houses for specialty beers = wonderful.
As of tomorrow night I'll have a pretty good ratio going for parties:weekends. I'm pretty stoked. It'll be 3/4 weekends that I've had a party. NoPants, Erin's and now Leanna's. And I'm just going to discount the 4th weekend as the 'lost' weekend. Hey, at least I'm getting out.
Somewhat related to the parties is the lunch convo the group of us had today. It went round and round about sex and getting rid of anyone with an STD and intelligence testing and dead babies and mandatory vasectomies (they could be reversed!) and bestiality. Yes, I did just say that. It's kind of a long story, so I'll just give you some quotable highlights:
"Any port in a storm!" In reference to when you look for anyone during a dry spell, or when you're alone at the end of the night and you're looking for a hookup. Ew.
"I know some pretty kinky and freaky conservatives. They might not be open to new experiences, but they experiences they do have!..."
"By the time you've waited the 6 weeks for the appointment there your flu is already gone." "Yeah, but the chlamydia is still there." Yay for the Canadian health care system.
"See, the reason guys are so bad at sex is that they don't get enough practice." Yes, I'm so sure.
Ok, so I actually LIKED constitutional law before I came to law school. How twisted is that. Maybe it has to do with the professor that taught it at Iowa State. Deam. He scared me shitless, and I never talked in those classes, but I loved every minute. It might also have been the people I took it with too. Yeah, they were pretty cool... But I think the depth we went into them and the whole policy rationale and detail made it great, along with all the other Deam-related rhetoric that went along with it. Here, we skim the top of the cases and don't even get to understand the rules. It sucks.
But there are a few good things coming out of law school:
"I like my Thursdays to watch 30 Rock, not to go downstairs and smoke pot with my neighbors."
"So we got into an argument and a pushing match and I pushed him hard... with my fist"..."I decide to sue him over land boundaries, and he takes the opportunity to sue me for my last assault on him." (meaning there's more than 1 assault?) "But you know, the property dispute could really be tainted by the bloody assault I committed."
There seems to be a pattern. Like our profs have real anger and drug issues and don't play well with their neighbors.
I had no idea that Starbucks coffee cups could be so deep, but here's a quote I particularly like from the side of one of them. "The irony of commitment is that it's deeply liberating. In work. In play. In love. The act frees you from the tyranny of your internal critic, from the fear that likes to dress itself up and parade around as rational hesitation. To commit is to remove your head as the barrier to your life."
28 days!
Friday, January 30, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Decompression mode engage
I just realized that our library has to employ an emergency stop system on their bookshelves. What part of this is supposed to make me happy? or feel safe, for that matter?
I'm also going to nickname my car the "mobile omnidirectional neutralization and termination eradicator," which, as you Big Bang Theory watchers may know, ALSO stands for MONTE. (but I'll still spell it Monty)
And this is the reason I will never sell my books, at least to any stuck-up tool or back to the bookstore. I write all my little notes regarding the cases, but in addition...well, I make my own little notes too. Mostly quotes, and that made for interesting review in contracts today. We were going over the cases and as I flipped the page, I read, "They always say that nice guys finish last. I don't think that's true at all. My boyfriend's the nicest guy in the world and he always finishes first." Reason #1 to not read contracts while watching Comedy Central.
And I don't know why, but I am having really odd dreams. Really vivid ones too. Like catching a mouse in a snowstorm in a mansion with an egg, which turns out to be a mis-shapen wiffle ball... and having people visit me in Boston... and calling someone I haven't even met (and never really want to) a "cock-pocket." sigh.
Decompression via P.S. I love you:
Why am I so damn afraid? I don't... I want... shit.
"It doesn't matter what job you have, or what you do or what you don't do, or which friends you have, [when you lose that person] you're alone no matter what." Nobody wants to be alone.
However, it's a wonderful feeling when you finally realize that a person is finally out of your life, that you've moved on. They'll always shape how you view the world, but you wouldn't be where you are this very moment without them, whether that's good or bad is up to you to decide.
I hate it when I make such pansy realizations, but they're true.
I think I'm minorly allergic to BananaNut Cheerios. There's no reason for me to be, but I think I am.
So, after this weekend, this week, as horrid as it is, is so much better. Just being around people helps, which is grrrr-eat. I also got my contracts grade back. Now, don't get any ideas, I'm not one of the 2 A's that everyone wants to murder right now, but I did very decently, considering my recent complete lack of competence in the others. But I do have to say.... I kicked all kinds of ass on the multiple choice. That's not going to get me my own practice, but it saved my ass.
I want to grow my hair out. I have discovered this slowly over the past few weeks. I don't know why I cut my hair so short at the end of summer, I really didn't mean to, but looking back at the pictures of the London trip, I really want to have that hair again... the long, strawberry-red-brown layers down to my chest (sorry, that's the only measure I really can use, it's true)... That trip was the start of something wonderful. Aaaand I'm gonna dye it again. One of these days it's just going to start growing in the color I want, and when that day comes, I will have won the game. (It's true, actually, I hate to go into such a long paragraph about my hair, but my oldest best friend has the same thing, we dye our hair, it starts coming in that color, it kind of rocks. Besides, everyone loves a redhead. Seriously.)
1 month til Iowa, 31 days til Ames!!
I'm also going to nickname my car the "mobile omnidirectional neutralization and termination eradicator," which, as you Big Bang Theory watchers may know, ALSO stands for MONTE. (but I'll still spell it Monty)
And this is the reason I will never sell my books, at least to any stuck-up tool or back to the bookstore. I write all my little notes regarding the cases, but in addition...well, I make my own little notes too. Mostly quotes, and that made for interesting review in contracts today. We were going over the cases and as I flipped the page, I read, "They always say that nice guys finish last. I don't think that's true at all. My boyfriend's the nicest guy in the world and he always finishes first." Reason #1 to not read contracts while watching Comedy Central.
And I don't know why, but I am having really odd dreams. Really vivid ones too. Like catching a mouse in a snowstorm in a mansion with an egg, which turns out to be a mis-shapen wiffle ball... and having people visit me in Boston... and calling someone I haven't even met (and never really want to) a "cock-pocket." sigh.
Decompression via P.S. I love you:
Why am I so damn afraid? I don't... I want... shit.
"It doesn't matter what job you have, or what you do or what you don't do, or which friends you have, [when you lose that person] you're alone no matter what." Nobody wants to be alone.
However, it's a wonderful feeling when you finally realize that a person is finally out of your life, that you've moved on. They'll always shape how you view the world, but you wouldn't be where you are this very moment without them, whether that's good or bad is up to you to decide.
I hate it when I make such pansy realizations, but they're true.
I think I'm minorly allergic to BananaNut Cheerios. There's no reason for me to be, but I think I am.
So, after this weekend, this week, as horrid as it is, is so much better. Just being around people helps, which is grrrr-eat. I also got my contracts grade back. Now, don't get any ideas, I'm not one of the 2 A's that everyone wants to murder right now, but I did very decently, considering my recent complete lack of competence in the others. But I do have to say.... I kicked all kinds of ass on the multiple choice. That's not going to get me my own practice, but it saved my ass.
I want to grow my hair out. I have discovered this slowly over the past few weeks. I don't know why I cut my hair so short at the end of summer, I really didn't mean to, but looking back at the pictures of the London trip, I really want to have that hair again... the long, strawberry-red-brown layers down to my chest (sorry, that's the only measure I really can use, it's true)... That trip was the start of something wonderful. Aaaand I'm gonna dye it again. One of these days it's just going to start growing in the color I want, and when that day comes, I will have won the game. (It's true, actually, I hate to go into such a long paragraph about my hair, but my oldest best friend has the same thing, we dye our hair, it starts coming in that color, it kind of rocks. Besides, everyone loves a redhead. Seriously.)
1 month til Iowa, 31 days til Ames!!
Friday, January 23, 2009
Remember when?
You know it's a good case when your in-class description of it is "drunken, carousing, cheating husband spends weekend with morphine-popping whore."
I just bought NoDoz (first time since highschool) and sleeping pills in the same transaction. The lady picked them both up, looked at me. I said, "I'm a law student. Don't ask questions, just keep scanning." I have up til today been very opposed to using caffeine, but I got a free latte, and for the hour following was more focused than I have been all semester. I was paying attention, and my notes rock. This could be bad...
Mandie, hope you don't mind, but I found this note of yours again, and I decided to do my own. (don't look at me like that, i was so bored i was starting to actually do research for school) And of course, even if they don't pertain to you (or you think they don't) you can still ask what they mean, there are no secrets in these remembrances. (ok, so there's one, but you have to find it. I just won't answer) All others? Up for grabs.
Remember that time I was drunk at IRHA?
Remember the time we stayed up until 4 watching crappy late night cartoons?
Remember that time I was glad there was pizza that time I was drunk at IRHA because it was such excellent drunk food?
Remember the time we spent two weeks arguing about that constitutional law case so heated and passionately we'd yell at each other... in public?
Remember the time we made snow turtles?
Remember the time I nearly beaned you with the golf ball I hit?
Remember the time we didn't wear pants?
Remember the time we'd take excursions into the timber for hours?
Remember the time you turned informant for us? (ps: thanks for that)
Remember the walk in the rain?
Remember the time we traded boy stories and turned accomplice for each other? :-)
Remember when you taught me the pelvic thrust?
Remember when I made you finish my Blue Long Island at Beaudelaire?
Remember all the random dips into fountains on campus?
Remember when my only response to you was, "I hid in a *bush*!"?
Remember that was the first night I liked beer?
Remember the time I discovered you were a worse gossip than I was?
Remember the time we got yelled at by the Regional Director for having pillow fights in the our hotel room?
Remember that time we made the video of us campaniling?
Remember the time I choked on a popsicle... multiple times...on Central Campus?
Remember the time we met up for $1 pancakes on Central Campus for VEISHEA...drunk?
Remember when I said I was going to kill you for making me go on the rollercoasters?
Remember the time we waited in line for pancakes for an hour, then gave up?
Remember the time we were going to go party with the bands, then ended up at your apartment with Boone's Farm?
Remember when your futon ate me?
Remember when they tried to make us eat hippie food, and the cake was warmer than the chicken, and we'd rather subsist on cookies and bananas than portobello sandwiches?
Do you remember like I do? Do you think about the fun we've had, or have you forgotten what we meant to each other? We've changed, or grown up, or moved on, or maybe we're still strong. But after all the drama, all the years, all the tears, all the laughs, I really just wanted to say that I remember. And I miss you.
Also, a final note. I'm an assclown. And not in a good way. And no, I don't really want to talk about it.
pps: 5 weeks
I just bought NoDoz (first time since highschool) and sleeping pills in the same transaction. The lady picked them both up, looked at me. I said, "I'm a law student. Don't ask questions, just keep scanning." I have up til today been very opposed to using caffeine, but I got a free latte, and for the hour following was more focused than I have been all semester. I was paying attention, and my notes rock. This could be bad...
Mandie, hope you don't mind, but I found this note of yours again, and I decided to do my own. (don't look at me like that, i was so bored i was starting to actually do research for school) And of course, even if they don't pertain to you (or you think they don't) you can still ask what they mean, there are no secrets in these remembrances. (ok, so there's one, but you have to find it. I just won't answer) All others? Up for grabs.
Remember that time I was drunk at IRHA?
Remember the time we stayed up until 4 watching crappy late night cartoons?
Remember that time I was glad there was pizza that time I was drunk at IRHA because it was such excellent drunk food?
Remember the time we spent two weeks arguing about that constitutional law case so heated and passionately we'd yell at each other... in public?
Remember the time we made snow turtles?
Remember the time I nearly beaned you with the golf ball I hit?
Remember the time we didn't wear pants?
Remember the time we'd take excursions into the timber for hours?
Remember the time you turned informant for us? (ps: thanks for that)
Remember the walk in the rain?
Remember the time we traded boy stories and turned accomplice for each other? :-)
Remember when you taught me the pelvic thrust?
Remember when I made you finish my Blue Long Island at Beaudelaire?
Remember all the random dips into fountains on campus?
Remember when my only response to you was, "I hid in a *bush*!"?
Remember that was the first night I liked beer?
Remember the time I discovered you were a worse gossip than I was?
Remember the time we got yelled at by the Regional Director for having pillow fights in the our hotel room?
Remember that time we made the video of us campaniling?
Remember the time I choked on a popsicle... multiple times...on Central Campus?
Remember the time we met up for $1 pancakes on Central Campus for VEISHEA...drunk?
Remember when I said I was going to kill you for making me go on the rollercoasters?
Remember the time we waited in line for pancakes for an hour, then gave up?
Remember the time we were going to go party with the bands, then ended up at your apartment with Boone's Farm?
Remember when your futon ate me?
Remember when they tried to make us eat hippie food, and the cake was warmer than the chicken, and we'd rather subsist on cookies and bananas than portobello sandwiches?
Do you remember like I do? Do you think about the fun we've had, or have you forgotten what we meant to each other? We've changed, or grown up, or moved on, or maybe we're still strong. But after all the drama, all the years, all the tears, all the laughs, I really just wanted to say that I remember. And I miss you.
Also, a final note. I'm an assclown. And not in a good way. And no, I don't really want to talk about it.
pps: 5 weeks
Sunday, January 18, 2009
It felt strangely like summer, except I was drinking Bud Light
But hey, at least I remember this night!
*wait, that rhymed. I swear I didn't mean for it to.
I should probably preface this by saying that no matter how odd my Facebook status gets, it's usually a point to an inside-ish joke, and in no way meaning that I actually got married. You find a group of people on the way to drunk enough and the littlest joke can get out of hand.
I will also say that this is a long post. Most of it focuses on the party, but then it goes lots of places.
So the invite was "So my boyfriend's grade school friend is having a party at his house. You should come!" So I walked nearly 2 miles in the cold (10 degree) weather, realizing once again after awhile my directional skills are excellent. I was able to cut about a 1/4 mile off by taking a shortcut and ending up at the exact street I needed to. Keep in mind this is in a town I do NOT know. At all.
So me being the punctual one that I am, showed up a little after 9, which is when I was told to be there. Very few people there. Actually, if it had stayed like this, it wouldn't have been so bad either. This was definitely a guys apartment, which is cool. Guitars in the dining room, sweet, no dining room table. Stacks of beer cases in the kitchen (wait, I shouldn't judge, I won't lie, this will probably be my apartment when I get one. wait, that was my room this summer, what am I saying?), as well as a giant package of toilet paper. In the kitchen. yes, I'm serious.
Played a bit of mariocart (never played, now I want a wii) started on my awful drink, Mountain Dew and the remains of about 3 liquors I had in my room (from what I can deduce, SoCo, Midori and New Amsterdam. They don't mix). Then the door opened and about 10 law school people flooded in. Not what I wanted. Oh well, did shots of tequila (bad idea) and washed it down with lime and a shot of 99 blackberries (a worse idea).
Then the guys started playing dodge beer! It's hard to explain, so I'll explain it only if you ask and when I'm back in Ames for my spring break (ps: 6 weeks!!!) but this was when it felt a little like summer again. At some point I counted... there were 12 people in the kitchen, gathered around watching Dodge Beer, and I was the ONLY girl. And the best part was, these guys were probably the most comfortable-with-their-sexuality straight guys I've ever seen, so shenanigans inherently ensued (see pictures on fb). There was a guy who was continually yelling at E to find him a wife, so finally I got offered up as the sacrificial chick. Don't worry, he was harmless. That and an annulment would cost too much.
So Dodge beer, Gradually Lit, Thumper, and circle of death. Hilarious. People started heading out and I realized it was 2:30 and I was 2 miles from home. Luckily I was forced to take a ride back to the house from a girl from law school, though I couldn't tell you her name. Talked to a couple people online, then passed out until 1:30 Saturday afternoon. Vundebar.
All in all, I liked partying with those guys. No questions, just drinks, no pretense, just fun. I go to parties to have fun and escape from reality for a few hours, never to hook up. That's just not me. (ok, so I *tried* to make that who I was around about my junior/early senior year, and it just went horridly wrong. At least I learned my lesson well). So drinking games and Mariocart are right up my alley. AND this time I wasn't freaking out about getting out of the house just to get to the subway so I could get away from the skeezy roommate, as opposed to last week. Win.
Now on to general happenings.
First: Law school quotes:
"It meets all the functional requirements for a bathroom, but everytime I go near it, I start sobbing, then I laugh, then I cry again." Finneran. Haven't had a lot from her in awhile.
"Harassment is bad. As fun as it is, it's bad." <3 Sorenson.
Also coming out of Civil Procedure are the fact that I just want to be dumb, but pure of heart. But apparently that standard for no lawyers is no longer valid. And I kind of want to be a judge just to impose sanctions. "You must march outside the courthouse with a sign that says, "I am an assclown," for violating that statute. No go!"
"My rhymes are so potent that in this small segment
I made all of the ladies in the first two rows pregnant
Yeah that's right, sometimes my lyrics are sexist
But you lovely bitches and hoes should know
I'm trying to correct this"
2 entire points to the first person to tell me where this is from. And my points are hard to get. fyi
Damn I hate being sick. This cold is like the mother of all colds, coupled with a cough that makes me sound like I'm gonna hack up a lung.
I seem to be sleeping an extraordinary amount. I don't know whether it has to do with the being sick or something else, but I slept for like 9 hours, was up for only 9, then back to sleep. No artificial "help" either. And I always dream lately. Not that I remember most of them, but two nights ago the dream involved paper writing, A, K, M and J. And a girl running up to me asking for help. And last night it was like a parade of formers. Curious.
I am such a hypocrite. Of some sort. I read about some of my friends excursions into the world, a'la random makeout sessions, and that got me to thinking, "You know, I'm a bit jealous, I don't really do that..." But then I got to thinking, a majority of my sessions (aka: all but 3 guys) have started that way. Obviously nothing random's been happening lately, hence my rant about why I go to parties, but funny how time'll alter your perception of things.
Also, NO gmailspam, I do NOT, in fact, need to enlarge my "love stick," whatever that may be. Apparently whatever girl I'm with (hmmm, apparently gmail knows more about my relationships than I do. A girl?) really wants more than she's getting. But I should probably be concerned, because I remember none of this conversation.
Snow!! Good grief how much of a hermit do I have to be to not realize that it was supposed to DUMP snow on Boston? I was going to microwave my lunch when I saw the ginormous flakes coming down. Lunch was put on hold while I went out and played (yes, by myself. when it comes to snow i have no shame) in it. Made footprints where no footprints were before, and fell straight backwards into the worlds most perfect snow angel, eons better than the snow turtles S and I made after our trip to the bar.
but even though i have no shame, the only shame was that i had to enjoy the snow alone. God i miss you guys.
oh dear, i just saw my neighbor watching me rock out to foxtrot. i waved and thought to myself, if only you knew what was coming out of the speakers. it is time for this post to end.
6 weeks til Ames!!
*wait, that rhymed. I swear I didn't mean for it to.
I should probably preface this by saying that no matter how odd my Facebook status gets, it's usually a point to an inside-ish joke, and in no way meaning that I actually got married. You find a group of people on the way to drunk enough and the littlest joke can get out of hand.
I will also say that this is a long post. Most of it focuses on the party, but then it goes lots of places.
So the invite was "So my boyfriend's grade school friend is having a party at his house. You should come!" So I walked nearly 2 miles in the cold (10 degree) weather, realizing once again after awhile my directional skills are excellent. I was able to cut about a 1/4 mile off by taking a shortcut and ending up at the exact street I needed to. Keep in mind this is in a town I do NOT know. At all.
So me being the punctual one that I am, showed up a little after 9, which is when I was told to be there. Very few people there. Actually, if it had stayed like this, it wouldn't have been so bad either. This was definitely a guys apartment, which is cool. Guitars in the dining room, sweet, no dining room table. Stacks of beer cases in the kitchen (wait, I shouldn't judge, I won't lie, this will probably be my apartment when I get one. wait, that was my room this summer, what am I saying?), as well as a giant package of toilet paper. In the kitchen. yes, I'm serious.
Played a bit of mariocart (never played, now I want a wii) started on my awful drink, Mountain Dew and the remains of about 3 liquors I had in my room (from what I can deduce, SoCo, Midori and New Amsterdam. They don't mix). Then the door opened and about 10 law school people flooded in. Not what I wanted. Oh well, did shots of tequila (bad idea) and washed it down with lime and a shot of 99 blackberries (a worse idea).
Then the guys started playing dodge beer! It's hard to explain, so I'll explain it only if you ask and when I'm back in Ames for my spring break (ps: 6 weeks!!!) but this was when it felt a little like summer again. At some point I counted... there were 12 people in the kitchen, gathered around watching Dodge Beer, and I was the ONLY girl. And the best part was, these guys were probably the most comfortable-with-their-sexuality straight guys I've ever seen, so shenanigans inherently ensued (see pictures on fb). There was a guy who was continually yelling at E to find him a wife, so finally I got offered up as the sacrificial chick. Don't worry, he was harmless. That and an annulment would cost too much.
So Dodge beer, Gradually Lit, Thumper, and circle of death. Hilarious. People started heading out and I realized it was 2:30 and I was 2 miles from home. Luckily I was forced to take a ride back to the house from a girl from law school, though I couldn't tell you her name. Talked to a couple people online, then passed out until 1:30 Saturday afternoon. Vundebar.
All in all, I liked partying with those guys. No questions, just drinks, no pretense, just fun. I go to parties to have fun and escape from reality for a few hours, never to hook up. That's just not me. (ok, so I *tried* to make that who I was around about my junior/early senior year, and it just went horridly wrong. At least I learned my lesson well). So drinking games and Mariocart are right up my alley. AND this time I wasn't freaking out about getting out of the house just to get to the subway so I could get away from the skeezy roommate, as opposed to last week. Win.
Now on to general happenings.
First: Law school quotes:
"It meets all the functional requirements for a bathroom, but everytime I go near it, I start sobbing, then I laugh, then I cry again." Finneran. Haven't had a lot from her in awhile.
"Harassment is bad. As fun as it is, it's bad." <3 Sorenson.
Also coming out of Civil Procedure are the fact that I just want to be dumb, but pure of heart. But apparently that standard for no lawyers is no longer valid. And I kind of want to be a judge just to impose sanctions. "You must march outside the courthouse with a sign that says, "I am an assclown," for violating that statute. No go!"
"My rhymes are so potent that in this small segment
I made all of the ladies in the first two rows pregnant
Yeah that's right, sometimes my lyrics are sexist
But you lovely bitches and hoes should know
I'm trying to correct this"
2 entire points to the first person to tell me where this is from. And my points are hard to get. fyi
Damn I hate being sick. This cold is like the mother of all colds, coupled with a cough that makes me sound like I'm gonna hack up a lung.
I seem to be sleeping an extraordinary amount. I don't know whether it has to do with the being sick or something else, but I slept for like 9 hours, was up for only 9, then back to sleep. No artificial "help" either. And I always dream lately. Not that I remember most of them, but two nights ago the dream involved paper writing, A, K, M and J. And a girl running up to me asking for help. And last night it was like a parade of formers. Curious.
I am such a hypocrite. Of some sort. I read about some of my friends excursions into the world, a'la random makeout sessions, and that got me to thinking, "You know, I'm a bit jealous, I don't really do that..." But then I got to thinking, a majority of my sessions (aka: all but 3 guys) have started that way. Obviously nothing random's been happening lately, hence my rant about why I go to parties, but funny how time'll alter your perception of things.
Also, NO gmailspam, I do NOT, in fact, need to enlarge my "love stick," whatever that may be. Apparently whatever girl I'm with (hmmm, apparently gmail knows more about my relationships than I do. A girl?) really wants more than she's getting. But I should probably be concerned, because I remember none of this conversation.
Snow!! Good grief how much of a hermit do I have to be to not realize that it was supposed to DUMP snow on Boston? I was going to microwave my lunch when I saw the ginormous flakes coming down. Lunch was put on hold while I went out and played (yes, by myself. when it comes to snow i have no shame) in it. Made footprints where no footprints were before, and fell straight backwards into the worlds most perfect snow angel, eons better than the snow turtles S and I made after our trip to the bar.
but even though i have no shame, the only shame was that i had to enjoy the snow alone. God i miss you guys.
oh dear, i just saw my neighbor watching me rock out to foxtrot. i waved and thought to myself, if only you knew what was coming out of the speakers. it is time for this post to end.
6 weeks til Ames!!
Thursday, January 15, 2009
I'm gonna be sick...
So the first wave of grades came out Monday. I'm not sure what exactly to say. I guess I will say that I'm glad we still have three more classes of grades to come, because I did not do as well as I would have liked. But the good thing is no-one is really talking about them. Everyone is acting depressed and unhappy, but no-one is talking. I'm kinda really scared right now. I HAVE to be in the top 50% of the class to transfer. Please let it happen.
I guess that means I really have to hit the books now. But so are others, and it's bringing back the return of law school quotes. And there was much rejoicing. (and in the frozen land of Nador they were forced to eat Robin's minstrals. And there was much rejoicing.)
"If you're doing your property reading be prepared with some toothpicks to keep your eyes open. It's about as exciting as having a pen shoved up your ass." Ed, the most toddler-esque married guy I know.
"My cousin is in the living room standing upright with her foot over her head and twirling around and I'm like 'sit the fuck down, I'm gonna be sick.' I have to roll out of bed and hope I bounce upright because I cannot do a sit-up." Ed
"I'm kinda glad he's making us do more of the pleadings and replies, because I know I'll need to do a lot more of them before I feel comfortable doing them for my own client. Is this right? Is this right? Is my guy gonna lose because I'm an assclown!?" Ed
HUH? But...what? ... Huh? Apparently some chick at Pensacola Christian College was disciplined for having "optical intercourse," or "making eye babies" with a guy. Wow. No words. Sounds like fun?
"Other authorities find this concept a 'freak hybrid born of the illicit intercourse of torts and contracts.' It later ceased necessarily to be consensual..." That's what she said? My property book.
So in my slight procrastination (I got my civ pro reading done, don't look at me like that! Plus, we're behind in Property already and it's just so. damn. boring to read) I was looking through the periodic pictures I take of myself with the webcam on my comp, and I gotta say, you can really see me slowly losing my mind, reaching the pinnacle Monday morning. I love it, but it's wonky. I'm saying that about a lot of pictures lately, they're odd (or some variation thereof), but I like it. or just in general I like them. I hope that says something that I'm finally liking myself for who I am. Maybe, just maybe, I'm finally over that whole debacle.
wow. I can't believe that it's been over a year since that...debacle. I guess since about last March my life has been going so fast I hadn't taken time to think about it. I really shouldn't take time to recall it at all, but for some reason it keeps popping up in my head. (additional note: I figured out why it creeped up in my memory, it had to do with NoPants night, and I'm doing things to move on. It's working, ps.) I guess I'm glad I've grown up since then, but man, he f*cked up my life hard. OK, minor detour over, on to better things.
Oh, and apparently I have some things to clarify, as people got confused a couple posts back. Monty, is my car. My computer's name is Roger. Yes, I name things, I won't go in to the other things named.
Sometimes I wish my friends from Iowa could be here and see what I see every day. I do hate being away, but there are some pretty cool sights. The subway ride across the Charles is a twice-daily occurrence, and no matter how cold it gets, it's always pretty. And we could go on ferry rides across the harbor to the Constitution, and do the Freedom Trail, and go to places I've wanted to go, but just don't want to go on my own. So, nudge nudge, if you cant to visit, you're welcome to.
Hey you! Yeah you! Do you remember that time, it might have been sophomore year, it might have been junior year, when it dumped that epic amount of snow and we and about half of RCA went out and played in the courtyard with the BWR boys until about 2 in the morning? With snow forts and snowball fights and snow angels and touch football. Yeah!? You know what? I miss that.
ok wow, really detoured on this one from where I started. meh, whatevs.
I guess that means I really have to hit the books now. But so are others, and it's bringing back the return of law school quotes. And there was much rejoicing. (and in the frozen land of Nador they were forced to eat Robin's minstrals. And there was much rejoicing.)
"If you're doing your property reading be prepared with some toothpicks to keep your eyes open. It's about as exciting as having a pen shoved up your ass." Ed, the most toddler-esque married guy I know.
"My cousin is in the living room standing upright with her foot over her head and twirling around and I'm like 'sit the fuck down, I'm gonna be sick.' I have to roll out of bed and hope I bounce upright because I cannot do a sit-up." Ed
"I'm kinda glad he's making us do more of the pleadings and replies, because I know I'll need to do a lot more of them before I feel comfortable doing them for my own client. Is this right? Is this right? Is my guy gonna lose because I'm an assclown!?" Ed
HUH? But...what? ... Huh? Apparently some chick at Pensacola Christian College was disciplined for having "optical intercourse," or "making eye babies" with a guy. Wow. No words. Sounds like fun?
"Other authorities find this concept a 'freak hybrid born of the illicit intercourse of torts and contracts.' It later ceased necessarily to be consensual..." That's what she said? My property book.
So in my slight procrastination (I got my civ pro reading done, don't look at me like that! Plus, we're behind in Property already and it's just so. damn. boring to read) I was looking through the periodic pictures I take of myself with the webcam on my comp, and I gotta say, you can really see me slowly losing my mind, reaching the pinnacle Monday morning. I love it, but it's wonky. I'm saying that about a lot of pictures lately, they're odd (or some variation thereof), but I like it. or just in general I like them. I hope that says something that I'm finally liking myself for who I am. Maybe, just maybe, I'm finally over that whole debacle.
wow. I can't believe that it's been over a year since that...debacle. I guess since about last March my life has been going so fast I hadn't taken time to think about it. I really shouldn't take time to recall it at all, but for some reason it keeps popping up in my head. (additional note: I figured out why it creeped up in my memory, it had to do with NoPants night, and I'm doing things to move on. It's working, ps.) I guess I'm glad I've grown up since then, but man, he f*cked up my life hard. OK, minor detour over, on to better things.
Oh, and apparently I have some things to clarify, as people got confused a couple posts back. Monty, is my car. My computer's name is Roger. Yes, I name things, I won't go in to the other things named.
Sometimes I wish my friends from Iowa could be here and see what I see every day. I do hate being away, but there are some pretty cool sights. The subway ride across the Charles is a twice-daily occurrence, and no matter how cold it gets, it's always pretty. And we could go on ferry rides across the harbor to the Constitution, and do the Freedom Trail, and go to places I've wanted to go, but just don't want to go on my own. So, nudge nudge, if you cant to visit, you're welcome to.
Hey you! Yeah you! Do you remember that time, it might have been sophomore year, it might have been junior year, when it dumped that epic amount of snow and we and about half of RCA went out and played in the courtyard with the BWR boys until about 2 in the morning? With snow forts and snowball fights and snow angels and touch football. Yeah!? You know what? I miss that.
ok wow, really detoured on this one from where I started. meh, whatevs.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
A day without pants
So most possibly the oddest day in Boston thus far. Some probably poor life choices were made, but nothing bad happened, and several good life choices were made, which will hopefully equalize things in my mind in the morning.
So, to start. NoPants 2009 was Saturday, the one thing in Boston I've been looking forward to for months. Serious. I woke up realizing that I should have put as much thought into what I was going to wear on top as I had with what I was going to wear on the bottom. So I cheated, I wore underwear AND boxers, so sue me.
Anywho, got there, got put into smaller groups and assigned stops. The process went like this: We all got on a specific car on the way out of Alewife(the final stop outbound on the red line) going inbound. The stop before the stop you were assigned, as soon as the doors closed there, you took off your pants, all non-chalantly and such, and got off at your stop and waited for the next train. Then you rode the train to Park Street, got off, and got on the next train going back to Alewife.
My stop, Central, had about 6 people assigned from our group (there were about 8 such groups). We chatted each other up for awhile, then got down to business... our business socks, if you will.
It was hilarious to see the reactions from the pants-wearing crowd when they realized what was going on. They were asking questions or pointing or laughing or trying to not look. One lady I heard as I was getting off at Park Street said, "I must be going crazy!" Nope, we're just having a little fun.
Got back to Alewife, took many pictures, got one of me with a firefighter with no pants... yeah, a firefighter. There were people in all sorts of clothes, from t-shirts to business suits.
Headed to the bar where we were allowed to come, sans pants, and hang for awhile. Started talking with people, we got out on the dance floor and at some point I was slow dancing with this chick and there was a pantsless kickline and I had a horny pirate (a drink, come on people, heads out of the gutter...) and then came 6 o'clock. The dreaded time when we were to put our pants back on. But this one girl that was in the group I was talking with was like "Let's go back to my house and take our pants off." So I went. I was freaking out inside a little bit, I'm not gonna lie, when I realized I was sitting in a car of a person I didn't know, waiting for the other 3 people in that load to get back out from the liquor store.
But it ended up being pretty fun, I actually ended up being dubbed as one of the ballsier/braver people there for heading to Boston without a place to live. Yeah, never thought that day would come. Hmmmm. Yeah.
Played a bit of Balderdash, some cards, circle of death, bite-the-bag... They were pretty cool, here, let's pull some quotes out to show ya...
"Just suck really hard." In reference to bite-the-bag
"Goblin, goblin, cock, goblin." In reference to the movie Labyrinth and David Bowie's epic pants, because there was a poster on the wall in the kitchen.
"I'm legitimately piss on your face while you're sleeping." Yeah, don't remember the context. Not sure I want to.
"How many cows can fit in a light socket." The questions round of circle of death. I laughed so hard I cried.
I didn't end up drinking a ton because of the creepy other roommate that came back about half-way through and was hitting on all the girls hardcore. "Two chicks to a dude, it's perfect." "There needs to be more girls here that I can have sex with." "I'm gonna call you Star. There is a stripper from Romania named Star that I liked. She was wonderful." Yeah, the last one was said to me while we were in a room alone. I was real skeezed out. I just wanted to leave while saying, "Dude, for one, you have a girlfriend, and two... I don't, just, no!" It got to the point where I even refused to hug him as everyone was getting ready to leave. I needed to look out for myself, and by only having one beer after I got to the house, I was able to do that. Pretty proud of myself for that, I gotta say.
But I eventually got a ride to the station after exchanging numbers with quite a few people from there. It would be fun if we actually do end up hanging out again. Whether it will actually happen? I don't know. Things like that don't usually work out. I'm just saying.
But I'll end on a happy note. As I was walking back to the house, it was snowing gorgeous snow. I don't know how much we're supposed to get, and in general I hate New England snow, but this was too pretty to hate. It's the snow you're supposed to have someone to make out in with. Sad day.
Also: when I move back to Iowa, I want to have a traffic cone for my apartment. That is all.
So, to start. NoPants 2009 was Saturday, the one thing in Boston I've been looking forward to for months. Serious. I woke up realizing that I should have put as much thought into what I was going to wear on top as I had with what I was going to wear on the bottom. So I cheated, I wore underwear AND boxers, so sue me.
Anywho, got there, got put into smaller groups and assigned stops. The process went like this: We all got on a specific car on the way out of Alewife(the final stop outbound on the red line) going inbound. The stop before the stop you were assigned, as soon as the doors closed there, you took off your pants, all non-chalantly and such, and got off at your stop and waited for the next train. Then you rode the train to Park Street, got off, and got on the next train going back to Alewife.
My stop, Central, had about 6 people assigned from our group (there were about 8 such groups). We chatted each other up for awhile, then got down to business... our business socks, if you will.
It was hilarious to see the reactions from the pants-wearing crowd when they realized what was going on. They were asking questions or pointing or laughing or trying to not look. One lady I heard as I was getting off at Park Street said, "I must be going crazy!" Nope, we're just having a little fun.
Got back to Alewife, took many pictures, got one of me with a firefighter with no pants... yeah, a firefighter. There were people in all sorts of clothes, from t-shirts to business suits.
Headed to the bar where we were allowed to come, sans pants, and hang for awhile. Started talking with people, we got out on the dance floor and at some point I was slow dancing with this chick and there was a pantsless kickline and I had a horny pirate (a drink, come on people, heads out of the gutter...) and then came 6 o'clock. The dreaded time when we were to put our pants back on. But this one girl that was in the group I was talking with was like "Let's go back to my house and take our pants off." So I went. I was freaking out inside a little bit, I'm not gonna lie, when I realized I was sitting in a car of a person I didn't know, waiting for the other 3 people in that load to get back out from the liquor store.
But it ended up being pretty fun, I actually ended up being dubbed as one of the ballsier/braver people there for heading to Boston without a place to live. Yeah, never thought that day would come. Hmmmm. Yeah.
Played a bit of Balderdash, some cards, circle of death, bite-the-bag... They were pretty cool, here, let's pull some quotes out to show ya...
"Just suck really hard." In reference to bite-the-bag
"Goblin, goblin, cock, goblin." In reference to the movie Labyrinth and David Bowie's epic pants, because there was a poster on the wall in the kitchen.
"I'm legitimately piss on your face while you're sleeping." Yeah, don't remember the context. Not sure I want to.
"How many cows can fit in a light socket." The questions round of circle of death. I laughed so hard I cried.
I didn't end up drinking a ton because of the creepy other roommate that came back about half-way through and was hitting on all the girls hardcore. "Two chicks to a dude, it's perfect." "There needs to be more girls here that I can have sex with." "I'm gonna call you Star. There is a stripper from Romania named Star that I liked. She was wonderful." Yeah, the last one was said to me while we were in a room alone. I was real skeezed out. I just wanted to leave while saying, "Dude, for one, you have a girlfriend, and two... I don't, just, no!" It got to the point where I even refused to hug him as everyone was getting ready to leave. I needed to look out for myself, and by only having one beer after I got to the house, I was able to do that. Pretty proud of myself for that, I gotta say.
But I eventually got a ride to the station after exchanging numbers with quite a few people from there. It would be fun if we actually do end up hanging out again. Whether it will actually happen? I don't know. Things like that don't usually work out. I'm just saying.
But I'll end on a happy note. As I was walking back to the house, it was snowing gorgeous snow. I don't know how much we're supposed to get, and in general I hate New England snow, but this was too pretty to hate. It's the snow you're supposed to have someone to make out in with. Sad day.
Also: when I move back to Iowa, I want to have a traffic cone for my apartment. That is all.
Friday, January 9, 2009
It's official, I'm a play-ah (of the system, not of guys) (or people)
On an unrelated note before I get started, kneesocks=love. Now, on to playing the system... sort of.
I don't even know I'm doing it sometimes, it just seems to work out. That, and it pays to plan ahead.
I knew I was gonna grab a cab from the hotel next to the school on the Friday spring break starts, just so I don't have to deal with lugging my suitcases back down to the subway. So I stopped and asked the doorman there how much it would be, but he ends up telling me that I could schedule a shuttle to the airport for about 10 bucks cheaper than a taxi. Score.
Then, I find out, by pure chance and luck, though I had hoped and wished, that I will be in Ames over Kaleidoquiz. I LIVE part of my life for Kaleidoquiz, and I told Lando that no matter what, I would be back in town for it this year, even if I were in Boston. I love how I actually get to follow through on that promise, though he probably won't remember me at all. Now, I just have to find an epic team to join. Helser? Unless I get a better offer, probably. (I'll whore myself out to the highest KQ bidder, I'm not ashamed. I'm an awesome googler, I have a car and keys to Friley, and I'm over 21, which turned out to be a valuable asset last year.)
Also, not exactly playing the system, and not exciting at all, except to me, is the fact that just by asking I got a bigger locker! Gasp, you mean I can actually fit all my books in there!? Brilliant. It didn't help that I am taking my monstrosity of a constitutional law book from Iowa State to store there too, but the books wouldn't fit anyway, I doubt I could even fit my head in the old one. Win.
Wow, I'm doing some much-needed cleaning of my room, and I gotta tell ya, it's like a trip down forgotten-memory lane. I found the beer from the Thursday of the last final, as well as a hard-as-a-rock roll and fortune cookie that apparently came with the chinese food that night. Yep, don't remember the chinese place. At all. Also, directions. Which is good, because we're apparently doing more of those parties and I could NOT tell you how to get there again, and I'm usually excellent with directions.
Zomgsh I can see my floor! This is going quite well. On to clearing off the level surfaces.
Other random notes:
Is it bad that I know I must allocate an hour to randomly surfing sites like FB, gmail, twitter, failblog, lolcats and punditkitchen before I can reasonably expect to do any work? I think it is.
Our contracts professor said we were all acting braindead after being on break for so long... so long!? It was only 17 days. I wish I went to Drake, they don't start til the 19th. Dammit. Next year, hopefully.
But she also went into the schpeel about how people were probably telling us we've changed, how our priorities have shifted, etc. I really wanted to shout out "The most important things to me over break were nerf gun wars, Sex in the City, late nights with friends and South Park. Does that mean I can't be a lawyer anymore?"
I don't even know I'm doing it sometimes, it just seems to work out. That, and it pays to plan ahead.
I knew I was gonna grab a cab from the hotel next to the school on the Friday spring break starts, just so I don't have to deal with lugging my suitcases back down to the subway. So I stopped and asked the doorman there how much it would be, but he ends up telling me that I could schedule a shuttle to the airport for about 10 bucks cheaper than a taxi. Score.
Then, I find out, by pure chance and luck, though I had hoped and wished, that I will be in Ames over Kaleidoquiz. I LIVE part of my life for Kaleidoquiz, and I told Lando that no matter what, I would be back in town for it this year, even if I were in Boston. I love how I actually get to follow through on that promise, though he probably won't remember me at all. Now, I just have to find an epic team to join. Helser? Unless I get a better offer, probably. (I'll whore myself out to the highest KQ bidder, I'm not ashamed. I'm an awesome googler, I have a car and keys to Friley, and I'm over 21, which turned out to be a valuable asset last year.)
Also, not exactly playing the system, and not exciting at all, except to me, is the fact that just by asking I got a bigger locker! Gasp, you mean I can actually fit all my books in there!? Brilliant. It didn't help that I am taking my monstrosity of a constitutional law book from Iowa State to store there too, but the books wouldn't fit anyway, I doubt I could even fit my head in the old one. Win.
Wow, I'm doing some much-needed cleaning of my room, and I gotta tell ya, it's like a trip down forgotten-memory lane. I found the beer from the Thursday of the last final, as well as a hard-as-a-rock roll and fortune cookie that apparently came with the chinese food that night. Yep, don't remember the chinese place. At all. Also, directions. Which is good, because we're apparently doing more of those parties and I could NOT tell you how to get there again, and I'm usually excellent with directions.
Zomgsh I can see my floor! This is going quite well. On to clearing off the level surfaces.
Other random notes:
Is it bad that I know I must allocate an hour to randomly surfing sites like FB, gmail, twitter, failblog, lolcats and punditkitchen before I can reasonably expect to do any work? I think it is.
Our contracts professor said we were all acting braindead after being on break for so long... so long!? It was only 17 days. I wish I went to Drake, they don't start til the 19th. Dammit. Next year, hopefully.
But she also went into the schpeel about how people were probably telling us we've changed, how our priorities have shifted, etc. I really wanted to shout out "The most important things to me over break were nerf gun wars, Sex in the City, late nights with friends and South Park. Does that mean I can't be a lawyer anymore?"
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
I love my snowboots
What have I been up to?
a) Not much.
b) Realizing that this was pretty much... no, strike that, THE best New Years season ever. Thanks!
c) Wishing it wouldn't snow. In Iowa, snow makes me happy. Here, snow makes me miss home.
d) Getting so sick it hurt to swallow for the better part of a day. My gag reflex is getting quite the workout, but I'm slowly adding real food back into the diet. I'll keep down a couple handfuls of cereal a day so far. Funny how the last real meal was Burger King. Baby step, baby steps.
e) Turning down that date. Yeps, sorry Mandie, not doin' it. I hope you understand.
f) Not studying. I need to, but too tired to do much of anything right now. But, after cutting myself off from computer, I did get the readings done for class, which is more than I've done all week. Baby steps, baby steps.
g) Figuring out which brand of TUMS is best. Obviously they're all about the same strength so they do the same job on the crazy stuff I've been going through, but after trying the Target, Wal-Mart, and actual TUMS brand, I'm gonna have to go with Wal-Marts. Least chalky, and none of the flavors are horrid. Too bad I'm stuck with the other two, I finished the last WM ones Monday, and there isn't a Wal-Mart I can get to. Yay.
h) Organizing all my plane tickets I still have. Do you realize I've been on 12 plane rides in the past 3 1/2 months? That brings my total number of flights (that I'm old enough to remember) up to the 32-36 range. Impressive.
i) Counting down the days til spring break. Yes, I'm already counting down the days.
j) Gearing up for the not wearing pants thing on Saturday. Hell yeah!
Isn't it great when:
When you can realize once again that you are not alone? A good decompression session over lunchtime didn't exactly focus me, but made me realize other people are having a hard time making the transition back to classes as well. Being tired all the time isn't so odd. I thought I was just sinking but others are too.
You get an unexpected level-up? In essence that's what this was. We got our open memo back in Legal Research and Writing on Monday, and I was OK with my grade. Then I found out that this one girl, who I *really* don't like (not for any particular reason, she just rubs me the wrong way) and thought would kick our asses at everything, didn't even get a grade. She was told to do a re-write because it was so horrible, and I got a B. This is a good day.
p.s. Songs I should not listen to in public because I want to sing along:
Swear words: Blink 182
Everyone's a little bit racist: Avenue Q
You can be loud as the hell you want: Avenue Q
a) Not much.
b) Realizing that this was pretty much... no, strike that, THE best New Years season ever. Thanks!
c) Wishing it wouldn't snow. In Iowa, snow makes me happy. Here, snow makes me miss home.
d) Getting so sick it hurt to swallow for the better part of a day. My gag reflex is getting quite the workout, but I'm slowly adding real food back into the diet. I'll keep down a couple handfuls of cereal a day so far. Funny how the last real meal was Burger King. Baby step, baby steps.
e) Turning down that date. Yeps, sorry Mandie, not doin' it. I hope you understand.
f) Not studying. I need to, but too tired to do much of anything right now. But, after cutting myself off from computer, I did get the readings done for class, which is more than I've done all week. Baby steps, baby steps.
g) Figuring out which brand of TUMS is best. Obviously they're all about the same strength so they do the same job on the crazy stuff I've been going through, but after trying the Target, Wal-Mart, and actual TUMS brand, I'm gonna have to go with Wal-Marts. Least chalky, and none of the flavors are horrid. Too bad I'm stuck with the other two, I finished the last WM ones Monday, and there isn't a Wal-Mart I can get to. Yay.
h) Organizing all my plane tickets I still have. Do you realize I've been on 12 plane rides in the past 3 1/2 months? That brings my total number of flights (that I'm old enough to remember) up to the 32-36 range. Impressive.
i) Counting down the days til spring break. Yes, I'm already counting down the days.
j) Gearing up for the not wearing pants thing on Saturday. Hell yeah!
Isn't it great when:
When you can realize once again that you are not alone? A good decompression session over lunchtime didn't exactly focus me, but made me realize other people are having a hard time making the transition back to classes as well. Being tired all the time isn't so odd. I thought I was just sinking but others are too.
You get an unexpected level-up? In essence that's what this was. We got our open memo back in Legal Research and Writing on Monday, and I was OK with my grade. Then I found out that this one girl, who I *really* don't like (not for any particular reason, she just rubs me the wrong way) and thought would kick our asses at everything, didn't even get a grade. She was told to do a re-write because it was so horrible, and I got a B. This is a good day.
p.s. Songs I should not listen to in public because I want to sing along:
Swear words: Blink 182
Everyone's a little bit racist: Avenue Q
You can be loud as the hell you want: Avenue Q
Sunday, January 4, 2009
I fear for the wellbeing of little Stevie Williams
I had forgotten:
Just how much I love driving, though I could have imagined.
Just how brilliantly my friends and I click. I love them and I can't imagine living without them.
How my body reacts when I don't get enough sleep. And maybe it had something to do with the crazy driving and delayed reaction to leaving Ames, but I, as I sit in the Moline, Illinois airport, feel like shit.
But let's catch up a little bit on what's been going on in my life for the past week. It's been a doozie.
Christmas was spent at home with the family. It would have been nicer if my brother hadn't tried to poke out one of my ribs. My mom had made me a t-shirt quilt of some of the shirts I'd picked out from my high school days. It's ginormous. Huge. Bigger than possibly a king size. It'll be wonderful when I finally have a bed big enough to use it on. It's funny how my comforters and quilts are anticipating the upgrade, but the bed hasn't made it there quite. I CAN'T WAIT.
Drove up to my grandparents in Laurens for that family's Christmas with my mom. On the Saturday with the ice. 5+ hours. Never again. I love Monty, but even he couldn't make the small hell I put up with better.
Got to hang out with my Grandma, Grandpa, uncle, the other lawyer aunt and uncle (who inevitably gave me advice I don't want to listen to) and my little cousin, who pretty much adores me. It's cute.
My aunt got a call that she had to go back to Phoenix on Monday. As I was headed out anyway, I drove her there, getting part of my driving bug out of my system.
To Ames!!! A smaller selection of summer friends than I thought would be there, but nonetheless, it turned out to be a pretty rocking (nearly literally?) week over New Years. Now I'm not saying we were super excited, we got the drinking bug out of our systems pretty early on, but just hanging out, being ABLE to be boring is all part of it. Sex in the City marathon, the movies, sledding, making suppers, the New Years Eve party, girls night... **awesome**
I got to see a lot of people I wanted to, though some of them not nearly as much as I would have liked (Miss Carrie Bradshaw, there is a finger pointing in your general direction), but I have to make the most of what I do get with them. (I hope that doesn't sound hypocritical). Everything that was planned to happen did, which is kind of amazing. I thought the sledding wouldn't happen for a bit, but of course, I even have battle scars from those runs down death hill.
Of course I didn't want to leave. Not at all. But that's not exactly a choice for me at the moment. But of course defying my parents is always a choice, so we ended up leaving Ames pretty late and running with the ice storm all the way home. Most of the way it wasn't too bad, but then along about Stanwood, I don't know whether it was ice or Monty or both, but I went about 20mph for awhile. Not fun. The fun part came in the one driveway where I got about halfway up, tried to stop, and slid back out into the street... sideways. And that's after sliding past the first time. hahahaha, I love driving. I drove in nearly everything except sunny weather this break. Ice, rain, fog, blowing snow, snow, partly cloudy. Let me tell you, the partly cloudy was pretty tough going for awhile! :-)
But after packing and being driven to the airport at 3 in the morning, the trip to Boston was pretty uneventful. I tried to sleep. It didn't work too well, so I'm in that kind of soul-deep cold that I get when I haven't slept enough. Which is reasonable, I haven't slept since I got up yesterday at 11am. Plus I have the slight flight hangover, where I kind of feel crappy after getting off the plane mixed in with the awful feeling of missing people in Iowa immensely. Haven't eaten since last night either, but I still feel like puking. Vundebar. We'll see how soon it passes this time. Usually the transition is about 2 weeks.
Blargh.
Next stop, spring break!!
Just how much I love driving, though I could have imagined.
Just how brilliantly my friends and I click. I love them and I can't imagine living without them.
How my body reacts when I don't get enough sleep. And maybe it had something to do with the crazy driving and delayed reaction to leaving Ames, but I, as I sit in the Moline, Illinois airport, feel like shit.
But let's catch up a little bit on what's been going on in my life for the past week. It's been a doozie.
Christmas was spent at home with the family. It would have been nicer if my brother hadn't tried to poke out one of my ribs. My mom had made me a t-shirt quilt of some of the shirts I'd picked out from my high school days. It's ginormous. Huge. Bigger than possibly a king size. It'll be wonderful when I finally have a bed big enough to use it on. It's funny how my comforters and quilts are anticipating the upgrade, but the bed hasn't made it there quite. I CAN'T WAIT.
Drove up to my grandparents in Laurens for that family's Christmas with my mom. On the Saturday with the ice. 5+ hours. Never again. I love Monty, but even he couldn't make the small hell I put up with better.
Got to hang out with my Grandma, Grandpa, uncle, the other lawyer aunt and uncle (who inevitably gave me advice I don't want to listen to) and my little cousin, who pretty much adores me. It's cute.
My aunt got a call that she had to go back to Phoenix on Monday. As I was headed out anyway, I drove her there, getting part of my driving bug out of my system.
To Ames!!! A smaller selection of summer friends than I thought would be there, but nonetheless, it turned out to be a pretty rocking (nearly literally?) week over New Years. Now I'm not saying we were super excited, we got the drinking bug out of our systems pretty early on, but just hanging out, being ABLE to be boring is all part of it. Sex in the City marathon, the movies, sledding, making suppers, the New Years Eve party, girls night... **awesome**
I got to see a lot of people I wanted to, though some of them not nearly as much as I would have liked (Miss Carrie Bradshaw, there is a finger pointing in your general direction), but I have to make the most of what I do get with them. (I hope that doesn't sound hypocritical). Everything that was planned to happen did, which is kind of amazing. I thought the sledding wouldn't happen for a bit, but of course, I even have battle scars from those runs down death hill.
Of course I didn't want to leave. Not at all. But that's not exactly a choice for me at the moment. But of course defying my parents is always a choice, so we ended up leaving Ames pretty late and running with the ice storm all the way home. Most of the way it wasn't too bad, but then along about Stanwood, I don't know whether it was ice or Monty or both, but I went about 20mph for awhile. Not fun. The fun part came in the one driveway where I got about halfway up, tried to stop, and slid back out into the street... sideways. And that's after sliding past the first time. hahahaha, I love driving. I drove in nearly everything except sunny weather this break. Ice, rain, fog, blowing snow, snow, partly cloudy. Let me tell you, the partly cloudy was pretty tough going for awhile! :-)
But after packing and being driven to the airport at 3 in the morning, the trip to Boston was pretty uneventful. I tried to sleep. It didn't work too well, so I'm in that kind of soul-deep cold that I get when I haven't slept enough. Which is reasonable, I haven't slept since I got up yesterday at 11am. Plus I have the slight flight hangover, where I kind of feel crappy after getting off the plane mixed in with the awful feeling of missing people in Iowa immensely. Haven't eaten since last night either, but I still feel like puking. Vundebar. We'll see how soon it passes this time. Usually the transition is about 2 weeks.
Blargh.
Next stop, spring break!!
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