"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

 
You Do it to Yourself, You Do...and That's What Really Hurts

It's amazing to me that extremely intelligent, rational people can watch a football game with law textbooks in their laps and truly believe that the proximity of the books indicates some type of "productivity." It is equally amazing to me that extremely intelligent, rational people can claim that they are going out for "a drink," and that they really intend to return home and finish their reading afterwards. Delusions, all. But delusions like these are what keep law students sane. And no one can take them away from us.

posted by Bekah at 2:29 PM :: |

 
Mummy/Dummy

I went to the drug store to get gauze and bandages, etc. for my burn (see below). The day it happened, I went a little crazy with the bandaging and my hand looked like a big, white, mummified paw. J was making fun of me, so I naturally hit him...with my paw. Clearly not the smartest response. I yelped in pain, and then heard someone behind me laughing. It was an old homeless man standing beside a trash can. He said, "Heh heh heh, I just broke my collar bone and I'm always turning around accidentally. I know just how you feel. Heh heh." I smiled and moved carefully away. The point is that even the crazy old man thinks I'm an idiot. I'm concerned, because it's usually closer to exams before I start acting like a total moron.

CAUTION: SPOILERS--DO NOT READ UNTIL YOU'VE SEEN THE MATRIX
SUBCAUTION: DO NOT SEE THE MATRIX, FOR IT SUCKS ASS

The Matrix: Revolutions was one of the biggest theatrical disappointments I've ever witnessed. The problem with the movie boils down to this: It is cheesy, campy, and heavy-handed as all hell (which is sometimes ok in a movie), but it thinks it's brilliant, intellectual, and provocative. It takes itself so seriously that it comes off as a farce. A few illustrations are in order:
1. Keanu's eyes get burned out. He wears a blindfold for about half of the movie. Oh my, could this be SYMBOLIC of the BLINDNESS of the human condition? How we stumble through the world, not knowing WHY or WHAT IT ALL MEANS? Surely that can't be what the subtle, intelligent screenwriters were trying to convey!
2. Trinity's dying proclamations of love to Neo are the most trite, sappy, and predictable lines to which I've been subjected in quite a while. Something about wishing she'd said the only important thing...the only thing she wanted to say...that she loves him...that she's always loved him...(excuse me, I'm feeling some chunks rising, I must stop).
3. Keanu "dies" splayed out like Jesus. Come ON.
4. Smith keeps asking Neo why he keeps fighting, why he keeps trying, if he knows he will only fail and that everything will ultimately be for naught. Neo's response? "Because I choose to." I'm so glad that the THEME OF FREE WILL AND SELF DETERMINATION WAS JUST BEATEN OVER MY HEAD LIKE A GODDAMN FRYING PAN. Yeesh, can you give the viewer at least a tiny bit of credit?
5. The ONLY cool fight scene is at the end. I must admit that it is really cool--especially the totally awesome slow motion punch in the rain--but it was just too little too late.

posted by Bekah at 11:56 AM :: |

 
A Penis and a Third Degree Burn...I'm Not Generally Superstitious, But that Combo Can't Be Good

Halloween. A time of tricks. A time of treats. And, yes, a time for crude renditions of penises by drunken undergrad vandals/man-apes. When I walked outside on Halloween morning, I was confronted by a large white line-drawing of a penis spanning the two windows on the driver's side of my car. In the interest of accuracy, I can assure you that your greatest fears are confirmed: there were testicles involved as well. Thankfully, after a good scraping job with a razor, only a few indicia of the dreaded phallis remain. But I am most certainly scarred for life. My one consolation was being able to tell my mom the news, who then proceeded to relay everything to my sister: "Oh dear. Oh my goodness. There is a drawing of a penis on Bekah's car." Glorious.

So the whole penis thing was kind of a downer. One might even speculate that the experience was the low point of my day. Unfortunately, however, things only got worse from there. After all of the scraping and scrubbing associated with the earlier fiasco, I went to Whole Foods to obtain a salad, some soup, and a brief respite from the trauma of the day. You see, there is an incredible salad bar at Whole Foods, as well as a selection of delicious soups. In the interest of sanitation, there is a sneeze guard located above the seemingly innocuous vats of soup (which are actually boiling cauldrons bubbling with wrath and evil intention, but more on that in a moment). In addition to the sneeze guard, there are long soup ladles with which consumers are supposed to serve themselves. Unfortunately for me and an untold number of others, the sneeze guard is very low, and the ladle is very long. If you have a good imagination, you can probably get a feel for the awkward situation resulting from such a setup. In my zeal to procure some yam and ginger soup, I failed to take account of the lowness of the guard or the longness of the ladle, and instead dumped a steaming, boiling, clump of yamminess onto my innocent hand. The burning was indescribable, and the pain, combined with the mingling smells of yam and burning flesh made me feel a bit faint. I will not force more sordid details on you; suffice it to say that the skin on the middle and pointer fingers of my left hand is, how should I put this delicately...nonexistant. Not to worry: I have been dressing my wounds with gauze and neosporin, and my hand now looks only moderately repulsive as opposed to grotesquely disfigured, which is a definite improvement. A few people (law students, obviously) suggested that I at least write a letter to Whole Foods in complaint. And honestly, I do think the way they have that soup station set up is a liability. But I'm not out for blood. My wounds will heal soon enough. And besides, the soup was really tasty.

posted by Bekah at 10:54 AM :: |