"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

 
Coolest Dad Ever

Dad: I'm listening to The Horror.
Me: Huh? Conrad?
Dad: A Gainesville punk band. Not to be confused with Terror.
Me: Of course not...Which is what exactly?
Dad: A hardcore band from California.
Me: Right...Ok, I'm going to go keep being less cool than you now.

posted by Bekah at 2:54 PM :: |

 
Not the Reaction I Was Going For, Thanks...

Me: Actually, I'm taking Cyber Law in the Spring.
Me: It's like cyber sex, except not.
Melissa: You love saying that don't you?

posted by Bekah at 1:52 PM :: |

 
Coffeehouse Remembrances and An Embarrassing Example of the Self-Doubt and Self-Pity That Ensues When One Reads a Good Book and has Too Much Time On One's Hands

Three horribly obese men and a bodybuilder-looking dude just walked into the coffeehouse. The sight was just plain farcical. By the way, this is not my old coffeehouse, but another place with wireless internet and a good dark roast. It's local, so it's theoretically better than Starbucks, but I'm still not here by choice. I am here because I have exiled myself from the usual place. This is because the owner of my old coffeehouse was recently incredibly rude to my friend Elliot. (Incidentally, "E" is for "Egregious," "Ecstatic," and, in terms of prior postings, "Elliot." I procured permission to use his full name, thanks man). A few weeks ago, during exams, Elliot had a Starbucks cup in my old coffeehouse while he was there studying with me. The owner came over and said "You can't have this crap in here." And it was true, Elliot should not have brought it in, but the owner didn't stop at pointing that out. He went on to actually confiscate the cup and tell Elliot that he "had to buy something or get out of here. When you own your own business you'll understand." Elliot smiled, seemingly subserviently, but actually ingratiatingly, and immediately left. I haven't gone back either. Dad says I should write a letter or call and complain, saying that I've been a loyal customer for a year and a half, and that I've put a good deal of money into the place, and that I won't return and my friends won't return unless Elliot and I get an apology. It seems like the civil thing to do, but I'm on break and I'm tired, so I think I'll just stop going.

Anyway, today, at this new coffeehouse, since I am not in school and had nothing pressing to do, I read a heartbreaking work of staggering genius. There have been many such books written, I'm sure, but today I actually read A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by Dave Eggers. And I do have things to say about this book, because the work was pretty damn heartbreaking and its genius basically was staggering. But I hate myself for even writing about it right now because it pisses me off to be always writing about shit that other people do. I loved this book, but it pissed me off, because commenting on another person's work just seems so empty to me, and it makes me feel useless. I am almost 24 years old. I don't want to read other people's triumphant works anymore. Ok, I do, but I would also like to be writing something. Contributing something. And I can't, because there is this thing called law school that I'm pretty invested in right now. Oh, so tragically heartbreaking, right? Yeesh. I'm going to leave this place now. My butt is molded to the chair, and the waffle print is not becoming. Maybe when I stop feeling jealous and sorry for myself I'll write something coherent about how this book made me feel.

posted by Bekah at 5:44 PM :: |