"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

 
Emergency Evacuation to the City Limits!

J and I are fleeing Ivan. And by fleeing Ivan, I mean we are driving to Austin for Austin City Limits this weekend! Classes are cancelled for the rest of this week, so there's just no reason to stay even if the hurricane does miss us. Basically it's an excuse to make a fun trip, so we're packing up now and then getting on the road as soon as we can. Then there will only be The Pixies and Ryan Adams and Old 97's and The Killers and Modest Mouse and Cake and Wilco and Spoon and Neko Case and Clarence "Gatemouth" Brown and Elvis Costello and so very much more. If anyone knows Austin or will be in Austin or can give me any fun advice, please email! Ok, time to go West! So long, suckers!


posted by Bekah at 11:12 AM :: |

 
Ivan Schmivan?

Hurricanes are the great equalizer. People try to act all hard and claim they're not ever leaving, but then all the public schools close and that little voice in their head starts chiming in every so often with a "You really should make sure you have flashlights just in case..." or a "Having no water would definitely suck, right?" I mean, on the one hand, you don't want to stick it out and end up like that redneck on the Weather channel in rolled-up Huck Finn pants standing in the lake that is his front yard using a battered flamingo yard ornament to fish out the remnants of Aunt Mae's Thomas Kinkaid Spiritual Snow Globe collection. On the other hand, you don't want to look like an ass for stocking up on plywood and canned corn if the hurricane ends up going 300 miles east. It's a real issue of pride.

J and I were having our own little conversation this afternoon about people overreacting, just as we passed several gas stations full to the brim with cars and slightly frazzled people. We were quiet for a second and then both decided that, even though it was definitely ridiculous and clearly overly cautious, we should probably fill up just because you never really know, you know?

Ah, we are all such sheepish sheep at heart. Anyway, if and when my school buckles under the pressure of the city counsel, I'm going to make my way West, you know, the way of Horatio Alger and Davy Crockett...the Donner Party...various other barrages of imagery...


posted by Bekah at 7:48 PM :: |

 

More Weird Baby-Having Dreams

My friend Josh just sent me the following email:

Your recent post about the Emma Thompson baby reminded me of a recent dream [M] told me about that I thought you would derive amusement from. Her story went something like this: “Last night I dreamed that [my sister] had triplets, but after a few days the babies turned into puppies. The worst part of the dream was that I thought two of the puppies were really ugly.”

posted by Bekah at 1:41 PM :: |

 
Some Self-Indulgent Self-Pity (even though I realize things could be much worse, and that people who are being ravaged by hurricanes and various other atrocities will probably want to kill me for my unjustified whining, but I'm a law student and I'm allowed to have a little bit of exaggerated self pity because I am emotionally abused by my professors and I don't have a job and the first and only letter I've gotten acknowledging receipt of my clerkship application was addressed "Dear Mr. Nowack")

This weekend has been interesting. Not interesting like the safe word you would use to describe a remotely compelling article you read in the paper or US Weekly. That kind of blandly interesting weekend would have been welcomed with open arms. No, this weekend has been interesting like the word you would use as a kindergarten teacher to describe little Tommy's crude rendition of the decapitated bodies of all of his classmates buried under his front porch. Oh, how interesting Tommy. Do you happen know your Mommy or Daddy's office number?

It started out on Friday morning with a really exciting heat rash that made a grand appearance on my hands and arms and caused those body parts to feel itchy and tingly and awful until a very nice and pretty young doctor gave me a shot of cortisone in my "hip" (why do doctors always say "hip" when they're giving you a shot in the ass?) and some lovely and not too smelly prescription cream. J had a lot of fun taking advantage of my insecurity in that leprous state. I had this rash that I thought was totally disgusting, and the shot that was supposed to make me better initially made me jittery and paranoid and even more worried about looking like a freak. To make matters worse, I haven't been able to run for three days because of the possibility of aggravating the rash, so I am feeling very unfulfilled and lazy, not to mention the fact that my Jewish grandmother of a conscience is very very disappointed in me.

Then on Saturday we had some people over to watch football and grill. Things started out ok until the fridge stopped being cold. We made a frantic trip to the gas station to get bags of ice for the bath tub so we could save our precious Miller Lite and Icehouse, and upon completion of that task the fridge started working again. Then, just for kicks, the AC gave out. People noticed that it was "getting a little warm" in the house just as Michigan started getting completely killed by Notre Dame. By the third quarter, emotions were high and the temperature in the apartment was a cozy 95 degrees. We were sweaty and pissed off: we had an unbelievably pathetic Michigan loss and about 5,000 pounds of extra meat that no one felt like eating. And my hands were itching again. So we had to spend the night at our friends' apartment. On our way back home this morning to get books for today's coffeehouse expedition, I saw a homeless man pushing a shopping cart. And then I felt even shittier for thinking that being put out of my apartment for 2 days was the end of the world.

It's funny, but I think I'm writing so vehemently about all of this mostly because I've been neglecting my blog lately. When I actually think about everything rationally, I know that I'm not even that annoyed or upset. I'm just too tired and resigned to care about heat rashes and broken air conditioners that much. I really just want to go for a run, so hopefully I'll be able to do that this afternoon. And then take a nice cold shower.


posted by Bekah at 11:56 AM :: |