4.13.2006

who takes advice from a rabbit? a CARTOON rabbit?

I met a little Yorkshire Terrier in starbucks this morning. And then I bought a totally indulgent quad venti toffee nut latte. (They had forgotten to make my whatever yesterday and rewarded me for my patience with “free drink coupon” and if I was buying I would have only purchased a misto, but since it was on starbucks, I went with overkill.) So I loved the Yorkshire, that’s the point of all this. He was so itty bitty, and named Napoleon. and when i got to work this morning i emailed breeders. because i like to email people about completely ridiculous purchases i might make.

I’m supposed to go home for Easter tomorrow night, but I’m wavering on it. It might be nice to not be in Boston for a few days (“might” might be an understatement), but I’m aggravated with my parents and really what’s the point of dragging all over to see people who you maybe don’t really want to see right now? who you could assume, maybe don't really want to see you? Speaking of parents, happy birthday daddy.

I went to get new fishes last night, I’ve been waiting around forever to get my tank in cycle and felt as if it might have been ready, but then the fish store was closed. They close at 6 on Wednesdays. I still don’t know how I feel about fish. I felt horrible when the last two died, but then again, I would maybe prefer to have a snuggly pet, not that what I would prefer is relevant, to anything.

4.04.2006

april is the cruellest month

We’re having a productivity problem at work today. I had every intention of getting to work on time and then cleaning my desk off. Tying up my loose ends. Filing my timesheets. (Log those working hours!) And just generally being AMAZING. But alas, it’s 11:06 and tick tick tick. I’m not being a very good workerbee.

IN contrast, I need to tell you. I’m not sure I like co-op. Everyone loves the after work free time. You get up, you go to work, and you come home. And the rest of the day and night is yours to squander. But I don’t have anything to do with my time. My room is immaculate. The bathroom (my primary cleaning responsibility) is spotless (and smells like delicious bleach). I’ve bought EVERYTHING I can afford within reason. My laundry is done. My dry cleaning’s been taken in. I have plans to go out three times this week, and have two highly important “grooming” appointments. But what do I do Wednesday night? I can’t lie, I hate law school. I think it’s a bore and a waste of time. But nothing beats the level of constant forced activity. If I’m not busy I’m not happy: fact.

So I need a hobby. I’m open to suggestions. I could volunteer somewhere? Like a hospital? (I’m sure there is a huge market for 24-year-old candy stripers) I could work at the Gap? I could join a sports team? I could practice the Roger Rabbit on my porch?

4.03.2006

stupid stupid stupid

I am developing an obsession, a distasteful obsession, with the way people become informed about "things." For example: "I learned about Native Americans from rage against the machine," or "Now that I've read Reading Lolita in Tehran I understand Iran. And women," or even, "All religion is bathed in conspiracy! Have you seen the movie STIGMATA??" Are all examples of sentences that compel me to spit blood. No worries though, I am seeking medical attention and attending a class to deal with the way popular culture informs stupidity. Don't get me wrong, I think it's good that people are interested in topics outside of their own immediate interests, but I am worried about the lack of perception of an author/producer/singer-songwriter's own bias. SO much of everything produced is written, sometimes unintentionally, with an agenda. So the "artists" views are unavoidable, but the willful blindness to those views is unacceptable .


this is NOT directed at you, clare, even though we had the kiterunner argument that "almost" ruined our friendship. (or not almost at all.) it's not directed at anyone is particular. it's just, from this moment forward, going to be my #1 pet peeve.

legal (wo)man

I gave this up for a little bit. I would rather not tell you why I gave it up for a couple months, suffice it to say I did, and now I’m done not updating it.

I’m on one of the quarters in law school where they make us work at some legal job. (This way by the time you graduate you’re unquestionably certain that there is ABSOLUTELY nothing legal you would like to do. (No worries, though, there aren’t any jobs anyway, friend.))

Anyway, I work, I am at work. You would marvel at how productive I am. On the other side of the coin, I am learning a lot about labor, employment and education. And some of the ins and outs of administrative law.

This is a landmark week, if only because tomorrow I’m making a seasonal (drastic) change to my hair. And yes, I do think that changing my hair is significant. We’re also having amazingly good weather for Massachusetts. Looks like no more snow already. I suppose, though, that April is all about holding your breath waiting for the weather to have a serious change of heart. But still, nothing makes days nicer than having lunch in the park or being able to get away with skirts without stockings at work. (it’s unprofessional, but I’m not chilly, so who cares?) But then again, a run of nice weather can make a couple clouds and some showers even worse. It’s chilly today and I woke up sullen, so I got an extra delicious latte on my way to work in an attempt to brighten my spirits, but no luck.

Sanni has this NEW FANGLED (and half assed) idea (that she got from watching the Sopranos) that we should all start rowing. So if anyone is interested in jogging while carrying a boat and then trying to row the boat while some chippy bitch yells at you WITHOUT capsizing said boat, do let me know. We need 5 more people for our team. You need to be an okay swimmer and weigh at least a buck thirty. Thanks.
I think we have two things to look forward to: first, and most importantly, I’m going home for Easter to see my family. Second, I think we’re going to make a commitment to trivia nights on Tuesdays (9pm at the Asgard.)

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