"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

 
I've Got My Lunch Packed Up, My Boots Tied Tight, I Hope I Don't Get in a Fight...Ooooh, Back to School...

I'm trying to get a handle on my attitude about going back to school. I am still coming to terms with this, and I'm pretty hesitant to admit it, but...I'm actually a little excited to be starting classes again. A little, ok? Don't get all scared or anything. I'm still the same old ambivalent and discontented law school student. But, there are several things that are making me lean more towards "excited" than "horrified."

1. Dear God, the new notebooks. I have devised such a sweet system for this semester. If talk of perforated pages and tear-proof dividing tabs makes you bored (shame!), feel free to skip this part. If not, allow me to lay out the brilliance of my organizational scheme. First of all, I have to explain why I decided to write my notes this semester. I love typing them, and it is very fast (and fonts and colors are fun to play with), but the call of email and the internet is far too strong. I must force myself to pay attention. Even if The Onion beckons. I am going to be strong. Although this is only one step; I really have to work on limiting my cell phone Brick Attack playing time per day as well. I am the MASTER though.

So, back to the notebooks. I bought 2 5-subject notebooks, spiral bound with perforations. I removed 2 of the dividers from each notebook, and designated 2 subjects' space in the notebook for each of my four (dropped Environmental Law for now) classes. Are you following so far? This is important. The extra one subject at the back of each notebook will be for any extraneous things I might need to write. I also bought a vertical (!) accordion file for loose papers, which has removable folders for each class. I have new pens, and a new planner. I have a separate accordion file for law review. Bring it!

2. I can take interesting classes now.

3. I know what a tort is already.

4. I have a well-solidified core group of friends. It's such a luxury not to have to make them this time around.

Ok, that's good enough. All this thinking about going back to school is making me less excited to do it. The amount of explication given for each reason listed above may or may not indicate its importance. I would never mean to imply that notebooks are more significant than friends, for example. When the honeymoon of the first few weeks is over, the notebooks will be tattered and messy, and my friends will still be there. Yet another reason why friendships with inanimate objects are not the most fulfilling kind. Now kiss your computer goodbye and go outside!

posted by Bekah at 3:17 PM :: |

 
Am I That Transparent?

Inside the mind of Bekah. Sunday night. In a neighborhood bar chatting with friends. Watch a boy and his girlfriend (?) playing darts. Watch the strange man at the dart board next to them doing weird Tai Chi moves (holding the darts out and gazing at them for extended periods of time before throwing them with a dramatic flourish and a toss of the head). Laugh at his expense. Watch the boy from dart board #1 walk over to the jukebox and program some songs. Hear Pete Yorn's "Crystal Village" come on. Become vaguely-to-moderately impressed with boy's choice (as compared to Linkin Park and Dave Matthews). Consider again whether the girl is his girlfriend. Wait for a lull in conversation.

Bekah: That guy just put on Pete Yorn. That's pretty cool. I don't like the second album as much, but still, there are several songs...

Friends: Mmhmm...anyway...

Bekah: (casually) Sooo...anyone want to come over to the jukebox with me? I really want to hear--

Costa: No Bekah, no. You just want to impress that guy with your musical selections. And besides, everyone's ready to go home.

Bekah: Oh. Right. Yeah (fake yawns), I was ready to go anyway...

It's scary when your friends know you this well.

posted by Bekah at 12:00 PM :: |

 
And You May Ask Yourself, How Did I Get Here?

Ok, I just figured out how to see how random people stumble upon my site, (via Google searches, etc.) and I have to say that the truth isn't pretty. In fact, it's a little scary. Here are my favorites so far:

1. Google search for "phallic vegetables" (yikes)
2. Google search for "naked Halloween" (I thought such an event only existed in my warped mind)
3. AOL search for "color of toenails for gay men with pictures" (no idea whatsoever)
4. Google search for "TEXAS LEGAL SYSTEM IS CORRUPT" (sweet)
5. Google search for "law school sucks" (right on dude, you've come to the right place)
6. Google search for "flip flops" and "law school" (my soul mate)

Sick bastards. Go get your kicks somewhere else.

Important Questions Pondered At 2:00am

Is there something wrong with you if you're filled with envy and self-doubt because your yogurt is "cultured" and your crackers are "entertaining"?

I'm an Assho-eo-eole...

I would like to take this opportunity to publicly apologize for not calling my New York friends (M.G., A.B., and everyone else), after the blackout to make sure they were OK. It was very inconsiderate of me. I am very very very sorry, and I hope you're both cleaning up the last of your refrigerator nastiness. I love you, and I really am sorry!

Oh, that reminds me of an apology technique I learned from a few of my friends a long, long time ago and have since passed on to all of the friends I've made along the way. And now, I will pass it on to you. Right after you say or do something that offends one of your friends, immediately say "You're pretty" in a very sweet, sincere voice. It does wonders, I swear, especially if you have a good puppy dog eye look. Hmm, come to think of it, this may only work for girls. With a guy, it might just add fuel to the fire. Anyway, it's worth a shot.

posted by Bekah at 3:02 PM :: |