"In vacant or in pensive mood..." I am: Bekah; 24; Law Student / Favorite Things: Carbs (so there!), Johnny Damon, Smiling at babies, Grilled cheese, Comfortable silence / Favorite Supreme Court Justice: Brennan / Favorite Wilson: Owen by an inch / Today's Special: Song: Elliott Smith, "Bled White"; Quote: "You know, there's like a butt-load of gangs at this school. This one gang kept wanting me to join because I'm pretty good with a bowstaff." Please love me: mmbekah@yahoo.com


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Movin' on Up

My roommate is moving away this summer, so I had to decide whether to get a cheaper one-bedroom place or another roommate. I decided on option one, mostly because my friends are all set with their housing and I absolutely refuse to relive first year with a poor, sweet, clueless 1L. When I started searching for a place, I initially thought everything was taken. But today something incredible happened. I signed a lease for Mike Seaver's apartment above the garage! Fine, not really, but my friend Julia does like to joke that she got that place when she moved back home after college. I like to remind her that she didn't move above the garage--she moved back into her actual bedroom. But these are just details. Anyway, my new place is much cooler than the Seavers'. Not only is this apartment an ultra-bohemian, artsy efficiency place that has a freestanding stove and a cool brick partition between the "cooking area" and the "living area," it is also (get ready) next door to a little neighborhood bookstore, one block from a dry cleaner, one block from a great bar (with video poker and a courtyard), and three blocks from a coffeehouse. The street also has lots of restaurants and cool shops. And it's in walking distance of school. I'm just waiting for my landlord to tell me (the day I move in) about the alligator that lives in my refrigerator and the drummer who practices next door from 4-6 a.m.

Happiness is a Warm...Marsupial Pouch

I have always had a weakness for anything with lots of pockets, secret pouches, or other compartments. When I was younger I would hyperventilate with joy when I got a new school backpack with all of the cool pen holders and hidden zipper pouches. I also liked those Velcro shoes with the pockets on the sides. I liked and still like planners with spaces for business cards (as if I have any), credit cards, and household expenses (like I'd take the time to record those in a planner). Some might say that this is my pathetic and futile subconscious attempt at imposing order on the chaos of the universe, but I assure you that it really is just a simple love for all things compartmentalized. I just got a travel backpack for my adventures abroad this summer, and I almost fainted when I saw all of the pockets. This thing has more zippers, clips, snaps, and Velcro strips than I can count. It has a retractable rain cover and an optional flap that you can zip over the shoulder straps to convert it into a suitcase. It has a detachable small backpack for day trips which also has an obscene number of pouches. Hours and hours of pure blissful entertainment, and I haven't even left my own home! Perhaps I don't need to go to Amsterdam after all.

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