Vampires and the Grand Escape

2006-04-18 - 10:20 p.m.

Well, it's been busy. First off, Happy Easter if you celebrate the holiday. I was lucky enough to go back home for a 20 hour visit and see my favorite cousin. Now, I've written first drafts of two papers, my first final is on Friday (na aula de português), and my brain is SHUT DOWN.

Do you know this problem? Where you've overextended your mental capacity such that you have to take a break because you just simply can't take anything else in? I was in my last class of the day, and I was so confused and tired, that I really didn't understand a damned thing. I couldn't help it, but I also just took notes like an automaton. I hope I got something out of them!

So what have I done with my evening? Read the latest Sookie Stackhouse book. Yep, us legal types do indeed read trashy vampire/romance books. (Ok, I don't like Anne Rice, but I do love Stephen King.) And it's a really great escape. I don't have much in common with the heroine: I'm not a waitress, I'm not from Louisiana, I have too much education, and I'm not a telepath. But hey, we both are a little outside the norm for how we classify people, I suppose.

It's a good escape. Now I'm going to go attack the Boy for being so nice about my escaping from this world without him.

Hope you all are having a good week.

A Sad Day in Women's Rights

2006-04-08 - 10:16 a.m.

For nearly all my pre-college life, I had dress codes put upon me. For fifth grade, I wasn't allowed to wear pants. Jeans, pants, shorts, those were for boys. My skirts also had to come below the knee.

I got a brief respite, back into my comfy jeans for two years. Then I wasn't allowed to wear denim at all! And skirts still had to be below the knee, collars had to be at least jewel necks, and there were no t-shirts in my life.

After all that, I think uniforms are much better. I don't think kids should be focusing on what they're wearing everyday. It's a distraction from (get this) learning! Don't pay attention to what you're wearing, and you find you don't pay attention to what others are wearing. You start paying attention to who people are, not how much mom and dad pull in.

Unfortunately, this isn't the way things are done in Steams Elementary in Upper St. Clair. See, the girls can pretty much wear whatever they want except for miniskirts. YOU'RE IN ELEMENTARY SCHOOL! WHAT DO YOU NEED A MINISKIRT FOR?

I wore one miniskirt my entire life, and that was in college. You know what? I'm a pretty successful woman who is happily married. Maybe, Ms. Hinkle, you should teach your daughter to stop protesting good school rules and stop letting your daughter follow overly sexual trends when she's TEN. Maybe she could, oh, I don't know, study or do the things you talked about on TV - ballet and ice skating. Just don't tell me that you really plan to send your daughter into school in a tutu and tights and expect the other kids not to be distracted from THEIR studies.

An Illuminating Moment

2006-04-07 - 2:22 p.m.

A long time ago, several months at least, I came up with this thought, and I figured it was time to share my important discovery with you:

Lord Voldemort is really tampax.

No, really, think about it. No one says his name, no one wants to think about him, and the mere mention of him makes most men squeamish, let alone the stigma of being seen with him. When around the people closest to him become inhuman, and it feels like he'll never leave once he's there. He can be concealed and sneak into almost every place. When near him, you are uncomfortable, and there is that chance that he could kill you if you're not on your toes.

See, ladies and gentlemen, THIS is why they let me into law school.

Back Again

2006-04-05 - 1:28 a.m.

No really, that time stamp isn't lying to you. See, I thought the insomnia was because I was getting home and crashing and sleeping for an hour or two. Apparently, it's from the abject fear of all the work I have to do, and I'm just insane.

But! It means I'm updating! I know, don't faint!

First, for all of you whose emails I have ignored, I am so so so so so so so so so sorry. I have no excuses, but here's the update:

- I was sick again. I know, not really surprising. I didn't post because I think we're at a 50% sick posting for the year at this point. Stupid viruses.

- I've been doing lots and lots and lots of writing. Mainly because I've got lots and lots and lots and lots of papers due. It's not exciting, but this is an update.

- My mother-in-law is coming into town. I need to clean. Of course, when the entire house is asleep is probably a bad time to do that. Oh, well.

- I had to give a presentation last week. I have another Thursday. I need to start that power point at some point...

- See? This is why I don't update. Really, not that much that's interesting going on! And unfortunately, I need to be less specific about my life at this point, what with wanting to be a lawyer and keeping stuff private. Dammit. No fun.

I did see the "Swimming Pool" last night. Don't. Go do ANYTHING but rent this movie. Possibly the worst movie in the history of movies. Critics? Are horny bastards too interested in an underaged girl performing simulated sex acts on really UNattractive men to notice THE MOVIE WAS AWFUL. Other than that, I still love Netflix. And I blame my parents for the movie, since they saw it and didn't get the ending, so they made ME watch it. Sheesh.

Pretty Day

2006-03-11 - 11:28 a.m.

First: for those of you who asked how to help the Santos family, they have a site up that has a PayPal. If you're not comfortable or want an address or something along those lines, please let me know, and I will give you info on how to send a check:

click here

Today, my grandparents are coming into town. Hooray! It's not particularly sunny out, but it doesn't matter: I get a day with my grandparents. My grandmother is feeling well, and the doctors say the likelihood of her giving me chicken pox is slim to none (no, I never had it). We'll just be down at the Waterfront (it has no hills, no stairs and nothing that will really upset my grandparents. Besides the Abercrombie & Fitch store, but that's another story.)

I also did the obvious and took a test last night of "which Serenity character are you?" I was Zoe, the Boy was Wash. Is anyone that surprised? Ok, just checking.

I haven't gotten nearly the amount of work done that I'd like, mostly because I had other stuff getting in the way: the car (6 hours of sitting in the dealership, not counting the drive out or back), the bathtub (wouldn't drain yesterday, had to bathe in the sink), the random web updates (one of my former client's old albums just suddenly got a crapload of interest), and the friends coming into town UNANNOUNCED. Yes, I mean you, Will. You are still dead.

Still three papers and a contract to go. Still not that far into it as the writing goes. (As the research goes, a bit better, thank goodness.) I also got an offer from a non-profit with the university for free tuition to head a website makeover next year. It sounds pretty awesome, and not a ton of work (I don't code, I just make sure THEY do.). I wish I could take Portuguese classes, as well, but it doesn't look like I'll have the time. Anyone got ideas on this one? I know a lot of grammar, not as much vocab.

Well, I best get ready for today. Hope you all are doing well. Hugs and good breakfasts to everyone.

Minneapolis Monday - DC Monday - 2007-08-06
Okay - 2007-08-02
The End is Here - 2007-07-26
Two Years - 2007-07-23
Screaming to a Halt - 2007-07-21

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