Mixtape Marathon


"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


Saturday, September 06, 2003
 
Freezer Burnt Out

Today was the most beautiful day in the world. It was the most beautiful day in the world, and I got to appreciate it for approximately 14 minutes as I walked to school this morning (at 8:30 mind you). Since then (aside from a short dinner break), I have been in this infernal library toiling away through endless footnotes and awkward phrases. Actually, infernal is not really the best word, since this library feels more like a meat locker. Yes, I think that analogy is more accurate. Instead of attending the usual Saturday night meat market (which I can't really say I entirely miss), I'm being well preserved in a cooling cell with other pathetic hunks of flesh. This is not meant to be amusing in the least. I assure you I have been on the verge of tears all day. You would be too if you'd been searching for quotes hidden in hundred-page annual reports for shipping companies and looking for back issues of obscure maritime magazines. And they said 2L year was better. Even as a 1L I was never at school on a Saturday.

In the immortal words of the Dude: "This aggression will not stand, man."


Thursday, September 04, 2003
 
Darkness Falls

The dreaded event has occurred. I have been blessed with my first law review "Sub & Cite" assignment. I will certainly suffer, and, by extension, the Marathon will suffer. The two people who faithfully read the Marathon will suffer. This is a very painful time. And the sad thing is, all of this suffering is needless. I have come to the conclusion that law review, much like law school, is a scam. You heard me. It's a total scam. Wouldn't it be easier if we just had stricter requirements for the authors/professors who submitted articles to our review? What if we made correct Bluebooking, sourcing, grammar, etc. a condition for submission? I think people would be a little bit more conscientious, and there would be a lot less time wasted dealing with middle men. But no. Law review is a faction of law school, where we like to make things as difficult for ourselves as possible. That way we can have cocktail parties where we congratulate ourselves on completing all of the tedious work we created through our own inefficiency. Oh, the glory and glamour of the legal profession! I can't wait to start billing by the hour.

Advice of the Day

If you send the following text message: "Someone mentioned smelly asparagus pee; thought of you," be sure the intended recipient hasn't changed his cell phone number.


Wednesday, September 03, 2003
 
I Do...Not Want to Go Back to School After a Weekend Like That

Last weekend was the wedding (the wedding of my friend whose bachelorette party was in New York several months ago. You can read all about that here. Check out that hot permalink, AI--pretty good, right?). The actual ceremony was Sunday night, but the festivities began on Friday. Jewish weddings are several day-long events. I've never dressed up for so many occasions in such a short amount of time. I couldn't possibly do the weekend justice because there's too much to say, but I'll try to give a few highlights.

This was my first friend's wedding. Such an event is a pretty big deal for everyone, but this particular wedding was especially sentimental for me because I've known the bride and one of the bridesmaids since I was about 10 years old, and the other bridesmaid since I was about 13. This was a camp wedding. The bride and groom met at camp, and most of the guests were friends from camp. It was one big camp reunion. (For a little more about camp, go here. Yes, I am showing off my newly attained permalink skills. I think there may need to be an intervention. I'm getting addicted. Soon I won't feel the need to write anything new ever again). If the reasons for my sentimentality aren't coming through clearly enough, let me lay them on a little thicker for you: This wedding was like the circle of life. It was like childhood, adolescence, and adulthood all parading before my eyes. Goddamn Fiddler on the Roof or something. The woman getting married was the girl I shared stick-on earrings with when we were 10. One of the bridesmaids and I got into a screaming fistfight on the basketball court over who knocked the ball out of bounds when we were 11. The other bridesmaid and I pushed our beds together at camp one summer so we could talk more, despite the fact that the camp director told us that for "sanitation reasons" we had to sleep head-to-foot. We didn't. These girls have been my life for as long as I've had real memories. And now we have a lot more (except for a good bit of the reception, which is a little bit of a blur).

I was sick this weekend, I was forced to go to the casino several times (which I hate), and I spent a good amount of the wedding ceremony trying to hide my panic attack about what would happen if I started to cough. But despite all of this, it was one of the best weekends of my life. I love how weddings just bring out everyone's raw emotions. I love the laughing, I love the crying, I love the unstifled happiness. I think this is because, most of the time, emotions embarrass me. When I get teary after hearing a beautiful line in a song or after seeing an incredible sunset, I feel silly because I've lost the aesthetic distance that I usually keep. (I think that's some philosophical term I learned along the way. It means that I tend to view my life as an outsider, not really experiencing the emotions or feelings, but sitting back and analyzing and evaluating them as they happen). This weekend I was truly happy, and I didn't think twice about showing it.

Now I have to do my work for today. Law school is totally harshing my buzz, man.