I wish I knew how to fiddle

because it sounds so cool I can't even stand it. Points for portability, too. Someday I will journey to see Pa's fiddle; however, I will be content for now to watch fiddling videos on YouTube. Thank goodness for the internet.

Thank goodness for Thanksgiving

It's been only a few weeks since fall break, but with the escalation in the number and difficulty of things I've had to do since then have made it much busier and much more stressful. Other unpleasantness has made it an even more hectic time, and so the upcoming promise of a few hours of breathing time, even if it's just some family downtime between bouts of studying, is really something to be thankful for. So for Thanksgiving, I'd have to say that I am thankful that the Pilgrims came to Plymouth Rock, because by doing so they've given me a couple hours of grace between now and finals.

TOO MUCH

Too much to do, too much to remember, too much to handle. It's just TOOOOOOOO MUCH!!!



Now that I've gotten that out of my system, I've got to go and do one or 19 hours of studying.


Regular posting will resume when I have a minute to breathe. Not really any predictions on when that will be.

A terrible week

Fighting off an infection, general stress, unlucky occurrences...the stars are definitely stacked against me. Here's hoping that this weekend will turn everything around.

Why my life needs a soundtrack

I've taken inspiration from the one scene of Rocky I've watched (the training scene) and every other 80s movie that uses montage as a vehicle for moving the protagonist from awkward/weak/ugly to confident/strong/beautiful. Lesson? If you have a killer song, maybe with some power chords or a stirring orchestral interlude, you can zip through the hard part right to the reward. So I think I need a montage for these next few weeks—Legally Blonde-esque, if you will—to power me right through Thanksgiving Break to the end of finals. Ideally, this montage will include some MCC, with images of me looking amazingly put together while in my pajamas, hunched over books with late night cups of coffee hovering at my elbow. Then at the bridge, maybe I'll put on a swingy coat and sprint from the chewed-up-pencil, dazed and confused part of my legal career straight to the finish where I'm hoisted high in triumph at the song's moving conclusion.

And if this post is any evidence, I may have a future in montage-making, or at least in the trivia of bad 80s movies and jump-rope sequences. Right now, though, i've got to get back to making that other future—the legal one, that involves at least three outlines and a brief in the next week, not to mention a fast-approaching final. Do I hear the distant strains of Eye of the Tiger?

Feeling the urge to blog

But not really having anything to blog about. Adventures were had this weekend, more so than usual, and I congratulate myself on the spontaneity of my Saturday night—so different from my usual system of worrying about every detail down to the last minute, then doing something stupid like forgetting the keys and thus negating my obsessive planning. Baby steps.

Also, I cannot find my Torts book. Is it possible that I was once again prepared and left it at school? If so, I am amazed. Knowing me, however, it's far more likely that I have simply forgotten where it is and will later discover it beneath a pile of socks, or something. Or in a kitchen cabinet making friends with the lentils.

The very long end of a very long week

Lots of school, lots of homework, lots of Halloween. All in all a relatively good week, but the boys are now gone and my apartment seems empty, lonely, and strangely echoing.