"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

 
Maternal Moments

There is some sort of baby invasion happening in this coffeehouse right now, and I'm feeling slightly overwhelmed. There's a little indie/hardcore kid with black low-top Chucks holding an adorable baby girl in a pink bonnet. Next to me is a gay couple with their baby, who's just babbling away like a mountain stream. Also, a small angelic girl is running around the place smiling at everyone and saying hello. In an environment like this, my biological clock stops ticking and instead starts pounding in my brain like a sledgehammer.

I'm usually pretty hesitant to concede to things like a maternal instinct (for obvious social and political reasons) but it is hard to deny the feeling I get in my stomach when I see babies now. Also, I saw that cheesy show on ABC where they build new houses for families who are dealing with some sort of tragic circumstance, and at the part where the mom was crying and talking about how her daughter who's allergic to the sun can now live and swim on their property safely I started crying because she loved her daughter so much. As I wiped away the tears, J was looking at me with an expression that can only be described as horror mixed with panic and disgust. He was already disturbed enough by the fact that I was watching this show, but to cry? To cry? It was too much. I don't know. For some reason I am as emotionally manipulatable as a child.

Things to Do Soon:

1. See Team America: World Police.
2. Start/finish outlines.
3. Send in absentee ballot.
4. Decide whether buying a "Fuck Bush" button would be (1) really cool, (2) Too edgy and more than slightly offensive, or (3) Too 70's. Incidentally, I've been wearing several political buttons on my jean jacket lately, and I think I look like my mom must have looked in the 70's. Except my buttons say things like "Kerry/Edwards: Vote Sexy" (over pink silhouettes) and "Mad Cowboy Disease" (over W.'s fat face).
5. Finish Jane Eyre. (I've been "almost done" for about 5 months...)


posted by Bekah at 11:58 AM :: |

 
Homecoming Weekend

J and I went to Ann Arbor for homecoming last weekend (his, not mine) and enjoyed some glorious weather and some seriously pants-pooping football (in a good way). We visited with J's friends and were reminded that somewhere in the world it is below 80 degrees in mid-October. I got to go for fantastic, hilly runs in lovely 55 degree weather with the sun shining the whole time. I was spoiled. The Homecoming game was great too--such a nailbiter. We went to a tailgate before the game where there was more deep fried "fill in the the blank" than I've ever seen. Mushrooms, french fries, pirogis, tortilla chips, and even a duck all went into the frier. No Twinkies though. It was pretty gross, but really cool at the same time. It's good to see people so dedicated to a cause--so completely invested in what they're doing. Even if it does involve frying everything but their boots.

During the game I was mostly fine with the student section, but my experience was slightly tarnished by one obnoxious Neanderthal behind me. Toward the end, I turned around to check out the scoreboard and this kid randomly complemented my Kerry-Edwards sticker. I smiled and said thanks, thinking I'd found a kindred spirit (Ann Arbor is supposed to be liberal, right?), but instead he gave me a thumbs up/thumbs down combo while sticking out his tongue (Adam Sandler style), and proceeded to tell me that I might as well cheer for Minnesota if I'm going to wear a dumbass sticker like that. I just kind of stood there, stupefied, much like his fearless leader tends to do whenever he's forced to formulate a sentence without one of his oft-rehearsed catch phrases. What is wrong with people? Do we seriously need to resort to sticking our tongues out at each other? Blaaah, you forgot Poland! Blaaah! Neener. Jeez.

Anyway, it was a fun weekend, and I'm not excited to be back, and I am not excited that the semester is half over. Oh, and I got another rejection letter, but with a fun twist: this firm rejected my application for a job I didn't even ask for! They regretted to tell me that there was no place in their summer internship program. Which is fine, except I asked them for full time employment upon my graduation. To my mind, this signifies a serious loophole. As J mused, "So you're sayin' there's a chance..."


posted by Bekah at 9:00 PM :: |