Monday, November 16, 2009

Don't fool yourself.

If you see me today and I wink at you, don't let it go to your head. I did not wink at you. In fact, I can't wink, so for me to make you feel special today through that alleged wink would be impossible. Not only am I not in the mood to be winking at anyone, I can't do it. So there.

Instead of going around making people's day, I have a tic in my eyelid. Not a tick. Not a blood-sucking, lime-disease infecting insect. A muscle-spasm. A twitch. Nothing more.

I've had it all day, so chances are, if you've seen me, you've noticed that little movement of my eyelid. So once again, I must say, I did not wink at you. Don't fool yourself.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Thank you motherboard

It is about time that I gave proper thanks where it was due - to my motherboard. Had you, dear motherboard, not failed on me, I would be sinking in self-pity, probably still crying my eyes out about losing all of my oh-so-important documents and pictures. As it is, I am not. You alone, dear motherboard, saved me from certain ruin. Had you not failed, I never would have used those last thirty minutes of life left in my less-than-perfect laptop to hastily copy everything I might need on to a spare flash drive. Luckily, not only was the flash drive quite large, but I had just enough time to get the stuff off that really mattered. I'd be lost without the pictures from Six Flags with Matt and Marla, and Matt's pictures from his last trip with the guys before the horrors of med school, and Jeff and Kat's wedding. The loss of all those pictures would have been devastating, they are irreplaceable. As for all my documents from school, I learned within about two hours, that I needn't have shed a single tear for them. In that small amount of time, my amazing friends had sent me everything that they'd worked so hard on the entire semester.

With that realization, maybe it isn't my motherboard that I should be thanking, but my friends. Granted, I am very very happy that I was able to find all that stuff hidden on my flash drive, but it is not lost on me all the incredible support I received during those horrendously long hours of despair. I truly truly appreciate it. I sincerely hope that I never have to return the favor, but will more than happy to be able to do so. Thank you all so much.

Now break's over, get back to studying. Or in my case, attempting to sleep.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Thursday musings....


So as I was driving down the road today listening to the saddest song I've heard in a long time, I decided to make a list of little known things about me.

1. I hate talk radio in the morning. I makes me want to scream. I don't just mean public radio, I mean weather updates, traffic congestion, commercials, etc. If it isn't singing, I don't want to hear it.

2. When I grow up, I will have a designated tea time each day. This is not negotiable.

3. Dr. Pepper can make any day better. Ask Matt, he knows it is my pancea.

4. I love love love the zoo. In fact, if anybody is up for going, I'm free tomorrow.

5. I'm not a fan of milk. Plus, I can't drink anything other than skim milk. Don't try to make me. It won't be pretty.

6. I pester a lot. Not fester, pester.

7. I have a scar on my left cheek from where a little boy pinched me in daycare twenty years ago. To this day, I am not friends with him on Facebook.

8. I don't like chips (or corn tortillas) in casseroles. Don't tell my mom. She'll be crushed.

9. My goal is to drink 100 ounces of water each day. I usually fail miserably.

10. LSU/EBR has recently acquired a fleet of white buses to transport students/citizens around town. They remind me of prison buses. My morale goes down every time I see one because I think they are full of future prisoners. I am a firm believer in self-fulfilling prophecies.

11. I bet your curious about what song I am talking about in the opening line.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

A plea for compromise

Dear U-High Parents,

We've never met and probably never will, but we are destined to be mortal enemies. It is true, from the moment of U-High's inception, law school students and stay-at-home moms have been battling it out for parking places, drop-off points, and places in line to get on Dalrymple. I fear that this never-ending game of musical vehicles will continue to wear on my patience until I explode. Probably in the parking lot, probably right at 3:00 pm, and probably right in front of your beloved children.

There is something you can do to thwart this upcoming explosion U-High Parents. Get ready, here it is: get a job. Yes! If all the U-High Parents had to work from 8 to 5 every Monday through Friday, the congestion on East Campus Drive would cease, the parking lot and parallel spots along the road would always have a free spot, and there would be no combusting law students. Your darling children could take a school bus home and there, their nannies could look after them. It does seem as though all that tuition money that you are paying should be put to a good use, does it not?

I have one final plea U-High Parents. From now until December 12, 2009, if you stay out of my way, I will stay out of yours. It is simple really, plan to have your children dropped off between the hours of 6 and 7:30 am and pick them up between 2 and 3:30 pm. Do not come onto the campus in between those hours or after dark any day of the week. Just because your precious offspring are out of class at 3, doesn't mean the rest of the world is out too. There is no need to have lunch with your children, no need to visit with them at recess or attend PTA meetings. Your children don't care if you are there. Trust me. If you will just follow those simple and unburdensome guidelines, we will be fine until January. After that, I expect you all to have jobs and a busing system to be in place.

Farewell for now Parents,

Me.