bah humbug

It doesn't feel like Christmas is just two days away. In fact, I have to constantly look at my calendar to prove it to myself. I just don't understand it. I finished all my Christmas shopping, have been listening to Christmas music for a month, my parents' house is being cleaned for my brothers' arrivals (that's right, it was not in any sort of order for mine and Marla's appearance) and there are all of my favorite holiday treats in the kitchen. So why doesn't it feel like Christmas? Maybe because it is nearly 70 degrees outside. But I don't think so.

This year, we decided to go with a forest of trees instead of just one tree. I'll post pictures later. I'm still not sure how I feel about it, but it is want Daddy wanted and we convinced Mom that it was her idea. (I'm going to make a great lawyer.) I'm also almost done with Matt's present. I'll post pictures of that later too. I'm extremely nervous that he won't like it. I guess I'll just have to wait and see.

All for now, more later - I have quite a bit of no-posting to make up for...

we went out last night...

Well, not really. Last night, we (or at least I was) were studying our hearts out for the much feared BA exam. Yes, it was that terrrible. But hey, what's life without a bit of predictability right?

The title of this blog refers to the song I am dancing to in my kitchen on a Tuesday night. Yep, you heard me right - dancing. I have two exams left. I am nowhere near the finish line, but I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. The worst is over; I can see the rainbow behind the clouds. That deserves some dancing. Not to worry, I checked the parking lot, Mr. Alabama and the little dog neighbors are gone, as is the lady that lives below me. My computer is cranked up.

My biggest concern right now is what to make for an upcoming Christmas party.

Tomorrow, the weight will be heavier, but I'll be like Scarlett and think about that tomorrow.

See you later guys, I'm just a troubadour....

sometimes even a bubble bath doesn't help

Well, it is 1:30 in the morning on the day I take my second of five exams. Yep, I have an exam on a Saturday. I know, I know, life isn't fair. Let's face it, I'm no more ready now than I will be seven hours from now so why not take a break?

It snowed in Baton Rouge!! For about twenty minutes. and then faded back into rather desolate rain. Don't get me wrong, I love the rain. But seriously, who doesn't love snow more? That's twice in two years that it has snowed in BR. I'm impressed. I think it is the law school gods taunting us because we can't go play in it. Just wait till after law school. I'm going to drive down to BR every time in snows so I can play in it. On the steps of the law school. Just to make new law students jealous. Yes, I am petty. Did I mention I have an exam on a Saturday.

That's okay though. After tomorrow I'll only have three left!! Next Saturday, after my last exam (yep, I have two Saturday exams! worst exam schedule ever), I'm going to go Christmas shopping and clean my apartment!! I'm so excited that I'm slightly afraid of myself. I hope I don't do anything drastic. Like clean my dishwasher. But seriously, the outside is stainless steel and shows fingerprints like nobody's business. I can't wait to find something that will help me get those off. It also shows water marks and cloth marks. It is an OCD nightmare.

If you see me sometime in the next seven days and I am rude to you, please forgive me. Take this as advance warning. I have become quite mean. I also tend to say things that I really shouldn't say. If I do, I am sorry and will make it up to you as soon as I get out of my finals funk. In fact, just send me an email and let me know. It doesn't have to say anything, just let me see your name and I'll add you to my list needing apologies. So far, Matt's name is on it like five million times. I'm not sure how he puts up with me. Don't get me wrong, I may have a few choice words once I see your blank email, but I will of course, apologize for those too. Professor Carrol's name is also in the list. Though, she may not get an apology. We're not the best of friends.

Okay gang, I better get back to it. No real rest for the weary until December 12th at 12:35.

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.

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 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.

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.

Marked "cookie decorator" off my list of careers

I suppose that the next best thing to discovering what you want to be when you grow up, is discovering what you don't want to be. At about 10:00 last night, I discovered that cookie decorating is not for me. Some people might be troubled or even disappointed by this. I, however, am not. That's just one more job possibility that I don't have to worry about considering. Just look at the pictures for proof - each one is, after all, worth a thousand words...

Here goes nothing...

Well, I said that I would never do it but now I've done it. I've created a blog. Hopefully I can update it regularly enough so that 1) Blogger doesn't automatically delete it and 2) everyone who wants to know about my life can keep up with it. I suppose we'll just have to wait and see...