a case of the blahs

It’s not even really writer’s block. Generally you have to want to write something or need to write something to get to a point where you consider yourself to have writer’s block.

This lack of interest is more of a case of the blahs. I still want to keep my blog. I just…don’t feel like writing right now. I’m not going to say I’m on a break (because then I’ll have 8500 topics suddenly come to me in a burning swirl of desire to write). I’m just going to be sort of slow at posting, for now.

Too much to do and not enough time to do it, I suppose.

“Dude it must be snowing,”

said the moron as I waited for my free Reese’s McFlurry at McDonald’s.

“Dude, it’s sixty degrees outside,” I thought. “Where are you FROM?”

downs and ups

Life is going…well.

I’ve been crazy busy and stressed and running around like a chicken with my head cut off. That’s probably not going to change anytime soon, and it’s taken some getting used to. I actually miss working – which is so strange to say – and going home at night. Living apart isn’t very much fun, but at least I’m so busy I hardly notice.

On the up side, we’re going to see Wicked this Thursday and I just got tickets to see Rent with my sister in law in November. I’m so pumped! Both are shows I’ve been dying to see.

I’m going to D.C. in a couple of weeks for the Equal Justice Works national conference, which is amazing!!

Plus…I just got another scholarship for this school year! I can’t tell you the weight this has lifted. No more worries over money. No more feeling guilty for my study trips to Starbucks because for some reason that’s the only place I can seem to get anything done.

And on top of all that, our fall break is this Friday and Monday. Four consecutive days of no class and not being apart from the hubby. It’s definitely much needed, and I can’t wait!

wow, that’s a whole new level of talking to strangers, kid

There are this kind of adorable, scraggly looking kids who live across the hall in my building. You know the type. They look like they need a good brushing, but are still cute anyway.

The are extremely friendly with ANYONE who walks by. My roommates have mentioned them too. “Where are you going? What’s in your hand? I’m going to school, too.”

Tonight, one of them was yelling from his third floor window at people in the parking lot. To me as I came into the building from my car, he said, “HEY LADY! What *some words that were completely not understandable at all* your ROOM?” No idea. Then, at another woman who was walking to her car “Hey. HEY. HEY! I’M TALKING TO YOU LADY.” They make me chuckle.

Clearly they were not taught stranger danger.

Seriously.

dear people in my apartment building,

No one wants your stuff. When I say stuff, I mean the dirty old jacket and boxes and crappy hangers that were scattered about with a sign that said “free” in the entryway this week. The next time I have to step over your kid’s doll’s head (seriously, where was the body?!), I’m not going to be pleased. You have no regard for anyone else’s safety or the fact that our building looks like a dump because of your “stuff.”

One man’s trash isn’t always another’s treasure. Put it in the dumpster where it belongs.

Sincerely,

The Girl Who Just About Fell On Her Face

two things

1. I bought Diana Gabaldon’s new book An Echo in the Bone yesterday, and it’s calling my name. But I want to finish re-reading her last two books before I open it… Just not enough time in my week.

2. There’s something about Starbucks’ chai that makes reading for con law ALMOST tolerable. Almost.

don’t dream it’s over…

Daydreaming (a.k.a. thinking about the million and ten things I have to do today…) in Conflicts at the beginning of class today, I was snapped back to reality by someone saying my name. “Ms. Larson,” my professor said…

Oh.

I was called on last Wednesday…why am I being called on today? Granted, I had a simple enough case. But I thought it was over! Luckily I recovered after an assist from a classmate, but jeez. I guess she’s trying to keep me on my toes!

it’s been one of those weeks.

ten

Ten years ago today, we went on our first date.

Still the best decision I’ve ever made.

so much for the short week…

Funny how taking a day away from the week has made it that much more jam-packed and busy. Though the long weekend was nice, I wish it had just been a normal week – one more day  to spread the madness over.

In other news, they’re filming a scene from Janie Jones on campus today – in the building right next to the law school. Campus is swarming with guys hauling in equipment and women running around with important-looking headsets on. Abigail Breslin is somewhere amongst the mess, or she will be at some point, I think. I don’t even know who else is in the film because it’s hard to find info online.

And in other news, I’m using the same transition AGAIN. Really, the other news is that I’m itching to get some stuff posted about the New York trip. I know, it’s been a ridiculously long time. I’ll get to it SOON.