Woo hoo!!!!!!!! The fashion forecast says that we curvy girls have a light at the end of our tunnel. Yay and yay! The pants of the season come in two manners: itsy-bitsy teeny skinny pants. Including, ahem, lycra stretch pants. Stretch pants! I can't believe it, but it's true. The 80s have returned with a vengeance. The skinny pants are unbelievably tight, and not curve friendly, however, the fashion editors are convinced that the stretch pants are not the fashion tragedies of old. Looking at the pictures, I fail to see the difference between the stretch pants + baggy sweater combo of 2006 and 1986, but whatever. They didn't ask me did they? This is a fashion trend I've yet to co-sign on. We'll just have to wait and see how it looks live and in person.
I am, however, uber-ecstatic to report that the other manner of pants this season comes in "extreme" baggy. Basically, the slouch pants or stovepipe pants of a few years ago -- the early 00s. I can hardly contain my excitement. I've always enjoyed the fall season the most, but this year, I'm even ready to sign on to the "pre-fall" season. I want these pants NOW! I spied a pair that boasted a 28" leg opening. Surely even my disproportionately wide thighs will find a leg hole that fits without drowning my waist. Oh for joy for joy! Bless the designer that started this trend. I foresee huge credit card debt this year.
Additionally, shoes are thickening up. No more tottering on stilettos ladies. In addition to the continued growing market share of flats, the heeled shoes are moving from stilettos to stacks. Thank goodness. Just as I enter the workforce, shoes are becoming more practical, without losing that all important flair. Mary Janes are making a strong showing, complete with the roundtoe and the ankle strap. I also see some velvet in the future. Not particularly practical here in the snow belt, but I've always been one to carry the sexy shoes in the bag, and wearing the practical shoes on my feet while traipsing about outside.
I heart fashion that is made for the masses. Curvy-working-women, rejoice....and rejoice loudly ladies. If we out-spend those sickeningly skinny (ahem) women, we'll be heard and dominate the designers minds and hearts.....and most importantly, the ready-to-wear racks. (I look forward to hearing the whining of lack of hips/butt. Insert maniacal laugh here).
Friday, June 30, 2006
Friday, June 23, 2006
That's Atty pheebee to you...
That's right. As of Tuesday, it's official. My name is on the roll...:)!
Thursday, June 22, 2006
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Ha ha, sucker!
Do you ever get the feeling that Mother Nature is just screwing with you for kicks and giggles? For example, it's been raining in spurts here. Today, it started raining just as a fire alarm was pulled and the law building was emptied out. Then, when we came out of class, it had stopped raining. In fact, the ground was mostly dry. Those of us riding scooters did a mini-jig because no rain meant no need to leave your scooter behind. So I hop on my scooter, and upon reaching the intersection with Campus Drive, it started to sprinkle. Followed by the torrential summer downpour within 1 minute of the sprinkle. Awesome. I managed to get more wet than I would've if I'd walked through a car wash. Guess what. It stopped raining about 10 minutes after I walked into my apartment.
I'm starting to doubt the theory that the sound of thunder is God bowling. I'm thinking Mother Nature is just amused by screwing with us mortals.
I'm starting to doubt the theory that the sound of thunder is God bowling. I'm thinking Mother Nature is just amused by screwing with us mortals.
Monday, June 05, 2006
Sunday, June 04, 2006
P.U.S.H.
For those of you that don't know, that's "Pray Until Something Happens." So this is a blog cum testimony. As we all know, the power of God is great. That's a given. And usually testimonies are filled with miracles and the huge and awesome things that have happened. So this is a mini-testimony, if you will.
So, last night, I was talking to the SIQ, and I was telling her how church didn't fit into the study schedule I'd formulated for myself, and that the shuffling of schedule looked like it would result in large and agonizing chunks of time spent reading about corporations and reviewing torts. It was a very sad and dire proposition. Well, the SIQ wasn't the only one who heard this 'cry.'
God actually granted me extra hours in a day. No, really! Last night, I'd gone to bed around my usual time, but I don't remember having much difficulty falling asleep. But here's where the real mini-miracle happened. I woke up at 545 a.m. for no apparent reason this morning. Like actually woke up bright eyed and bushy tailed. At first I figured it was a random wake-up due to a bathroom run. But I could not fall back asleep for anything. So instead, I picked up my barbri study book and read some more about corporations and got a decent amount of work done. I even had time to walk out in the warm sunny blue skies day and get a cuppa chai tea and a cinnamon roll. All a full hour before I had to start getting ready for church. Which I did, and then I attended, and came back. It's now 9:19, and for all practical purposes, I am finished for the night. There is some non-urgent stuff remaining, but I can't look at anything law related for another minute.
How's that for mini-amazing? Ahhh, "Blessed is the Lord, Oh my soul. Lord you are great." Psalms 104. Write that down. I heard it in church this a.m. How appropriate. :)
So, last night, I was talking to the SIQ, and I was telling her how church didn't fit into the study schedule I'd formulated for myself, and that the shuffling of schedule looked like it would result in large and agonizing chunks of time spent reading about corporations and reviewing torts. It was a very sad and dire proposition. Well, the SIQ wasn't the only one who heard this 'cry.'
God actually granted me extra hours in a day. No, really! Last night, I'd gone to bed around my usual time, but I don't remember having much difficulty falling asleep. But here's where the real mini-miracle happened. I woke up at 545 a.m. for no apparent reason this morning. Like actually woke up bright eyed and bushy tailed. At first I figured it was a random wake-up due to a bathroom run. But I could not fall back asleep for anything. So instead, I picked up my barbri study book and read some more about corporations and got a decent amount of work done. I even had time to walk out in the warm sunny blue skies day and get a cuppa chai tea and a cinnamon roll. All a full hour before I had to start getting ready for church. Which I did, and then I attended, and came back. It's now 9:19, and for all practical purposes, I am finished for the night. There is some non-urgent stuff remaining, but I can't look at anything law related for another minute.
How's that for mini-amazing? Ahhh, "Blessed is the Lord, Oh my soul. Lord you are great." Psalms 104. Write that down. I heard it in church this a.m. How appropriate. :)
Thursday, June 01, 2006
A man is never looking for directions....
This afternoon, I was walking merrily along a public sidewalk, minding my own business. As I was crossing the street, the SUVI was walking in front of honked at me. I noticed that it was either a BMW or a Saturn, either way, not a particularly foreboding vehicle. It's not the type of ride a man who is tryin' to holla at a honey in the street is rollin' up in, right? WRONG! My inference that the honk and the accented 'excuse me?' would be followed by a request for directions was wrong, dead wrong. I will give the gentleman points for using the non-offensive come-on of "I'm a little embarrassed to admit it, but I made a u-turn in hopes of getting your attention."
I was only slightly caught off-guard, and not at all attracted to this gentleman, but I allowed him to accompany me to lunch as requested. I declined the ride he offered me. Grant it, it was only 2 blocks, but I am generally not in the habit of climbing into stranger's vehicles. Lunch was ok (I paid, he didn't eat). The accent was Nigerian. He allegedly works in a legislative capacity. Today was his birthday. Ahem, 32. 32! This is obscene because...wait for it...he figured I was an undergrad. So, basically, you thought I was around 10-14 years your junior, and you're trying to holla? Um, gross? Find someone your own age!
Anyway, after the polite conversation was over, I got up to leave. Leaving him with only my email address. He offered me a ride home, I declined. He asked if he could insist. I declined again. (You can insist all you want playa, I'm still walking). Ew. Thanks for refraining from attempting contact ever again.
The moral of the story: a man who stops you in the street is never looking to ask you for directions.
While this was not a successful random meeting of a guy with potential; it was sufficiently amusing for a story. Which is nice. I thought I was up for several weeks of a total lack of life until the Bar Exam was behind me. So, all in all, neat!
I was only slightly caught off-guard, and not at all attracted to this gentleman, but I allowed him to accompany me to lunch as requested. I declined the ride he offered me. Grant it, it was only 2 blocks, but I am generally not in the habit of climbing into stranger's vehicles. Lunch was ok (I paid, he didn't eat). The accent was Nigerian. He allegedly works in a legislative capacity. Today was his birthday. Ahem, 32. 32! This is obscene because...wait for it...he figured I was an undergrad. So, basically, you thought I was around 10-14 years your junior, and you're trying to holla? Um, gross? Find someone your own age!
Anyway, after the polite conversation was over, I got up to leave. Leaving him with only my email address. He offered me a ride home, I declined. He asked if he could insist. I declined again. (You can insist all you want playa, I'm still walking). Ew. Thanks for refraining from attempting contact ever again.
The moral of the story: a man who stops you in the street is never looking to ask you for directions.
While this was not a successful random meeting of a guy with potential; it was sufficiently amusing for a story. Which is nice. I thought I was up for several weeks of a total lack of life until the Bar Exam was behind me. So, all in all, neat!
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Triple Threat??
Just a quick question for media gurus out there. In order to be classified as a triple threat, is it not a requirement that one is actually good at all 3 celebrity outlets? I am referring specifically to one former child of destiny. Apparently, in December she will be dropping a video, movie AND clothing line. And so she is now referred to as a triple threat. But here's the thing, homegirl can't act. Not at all. In fact, I vaguely remember critics lowering the number of stars the Austen Powers movie received because of her bad bad acting.
And, about the clothing line. Does she have any hand in designing it a la Sean John, or is she just signing her name a la what I suspect the Olsen twins are doing. Things that make you go hmmm...
And, about the clothing line. Does she have any hand in designing it a la Sean John, or is she just signing her name a la what I suspect the Olsen twins are doing. Things that make you go hmmm...
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Young'ns
There is a new island policy re: young'ns. From henceforth, I am choosing to give the young bucks a chance; but only to a certain point, of course. I've been reviewing the guys I've been interested in in the past couple years. During this review, I observed that I have had quite the habit of being into the guys that are adorably young. Grant it, I haven't been at risk of catching any cases (read: statutory rape). But, they have been as many as 2-3 younger. Sadly, they've also worked my nerves with their decor, BUT I figure this is probably going to be resolved in the next couple years.
Ok, so I have to try to be less condescending and more patient with regards to dress code and alcohol banners. (Challenging in and of itself). But otherwise, the young bucks have actually been more attentive and polite than the older ones. For example, opening car doors, returning phone calls, and general niceness. All good things.
In an unrelated note, there has been a permanent eviction of the ex (yeah that one) from the island. It's for real this time. Any sightings should be reported immediately to island security.
Ok, so I have to try to be less condescending and more patient with regards to dress code and alcohol banners. (Challenging in and of itself). But otherwise, the young bucks have actually been more attentive and polite than the older ones. For example, opening car doors, returning phone calls, and general niceness. All good things.
In an unrelated note, there has been a permanent eviction of the ex (yeah that one) from the island. It's for real this time. Any sightings should be reported immediately to island security.
Thursday, May 25, 2006
As if I needed another reason
This week has given me another reason not to move back to my hometown. Don't get me wrong. I do heart the Mil. And frankly, (to quote a particularly articulate friend of mine) it's home, and that's all it ever has to be. (I'm ignoring the insulting remarks made by people who've never been here, such as "if you live in milw, who's going to visit you?" Well, if people are too shallow to come visit me once in a while, and they don't live somewhere fabulous themselves to warrant that fact, then they can kiss my john brown hind parts thankyouverymuch).
Rant aside, I don't want to move back home because I don't know that many people here. I'd have to start building a social network all over again. And that is just a huge all-encompassing chore that I'm not really willing to undertake. At least if you're new in town you can accomplish this task a little bit more easily. But when you have a small group of frirneds, you sort of get stuck in a rut. A rut I am currently experiencing and am none-to-pleased about.
At any rate. I think I'm just bitter because I'm on vacation and in on a bar night. I have absolutely no one else I can call to go out with. People are either sick or just not returning calls or just not going out. Argh. I am ready for that fabulous and exciting life that everyone promised me. 25 is not turning out to be the fantastic year turnaround I'd hoped for. :\
Rant aside, I don't want to move back home because I don't know that many people here. I'd have to start building a social network all over again. And that is just a huge all-encompassing chore that I'm not really willing to undertake. At least if you're new in town you can accomplish this task a little bit more easily. But when you have a small group of frirneds, you sort of get stuck in a rut. A rut I am currently experiencing and am none-to-pleased about.
At any rate. I think I'm just bitter because I'm on vacation and in on a bar night. I have absolutely no one else I can call to go out with. People are either sick or just not returning calls or just not going out. Argh. I am ready for that fabulous and exciting life that everyone promised me. 25 is not turning out to be the fantastic year turnaround I'd hoped for. :\
Sunday, May 21, 2006
Old Enough to Know Better
In 8.5 hours I will officially be old enough to know better. But as an acquaintance told me, I don't look a day over 21, so if anyone asks, tomorrow is my 21st birthday. Actually, I grew up around women who never concealed/altered/or really showed much interest in their age other than it being a mere number. I think I will likewise follow suit. (However, I see no reason for full disclosure unless asked first.)
Anyway, the sad part about celebrating this milestone is that it's quite anti-climatic. I mean really, what kind of party can you expect when the party of the century was thrown a mere 10 days earlier. Graduating from law school and sharing the immense joy and relief that goes with it eclipses and trumps a birthday by far. To paraphrase Seinfeld: all I did was not die for another year. (Shout out to God for keeping me alive and such).
I think it may be time to implement my five year plan, however. I'm finished with school, so I officially plan to start having a big-girl life. I have no idea what that entails, however. I imagine I should figure that out in the next few hours, but I've perfected the art of procrastination. Why should I waste that talent?
I would like to tentatively put on the 5 year plan an attempt @finding a man that doesn't irritate me; and hopefully one that I can tolerate long enough to actually date for a significant amount of time. I'd rather not be dateless at the inevitable barrage of weddings that are soon to come. I expect at least 2 wedding invitations in the coming year. And my older friends tell me it only gets worse from there. Arrgh. Although, that does mean wedding cake. Mmmmm wedding cake.
I once heard about a wedding that didn't have cake. They had pie instead. TOTALLY UNACCEPTABLE! And I once went to a wedding where the daughters from the previous marriage had made the cake. EQUALLY UNACCPETABLE! Hear ye, hear ye: An official island proclamation. If you're inviting me to a wedding, there'd better be cake. Store-bought cake people. What kind of mickey mouse operations are you inviting me to? And for the record, I'm fine with grocery store cake. In fact, I heart grocery store cake greatly. But do not, do NOT, attempt to pass off Betty Crocker or a kringle or freakin' blueberry pie as an appropriate nuptial dessert. A violation of this proclamation will result in a supremely hideous and/or cheap gift. FYI. Write that down.
Anyway, the sad part about celebrating this milestone is that it's quite anti-climatic. I mean really, what kind of party can you expect when the party of the century was thrown a mere 10 days earlier. Graduating from law school and sharing the immense joy and relief that goes with it eclipses and trumps a birthday by far. To paraphrase Seinfeld: all I did was not die for another year. (Shout out to God for keeping me alive and such).
I think it may be time to implement my five year plan, however. I'm finished with school, so I officially plan to start having a big-girl life. I have no idea what that entails, however. I imagine I should figure that out in the next few hours, but I've perfected the art of procrastination. Why should I waste that talent?
I would like to tentatively put on the 5 year plan an attempt @finding a man that doesn't irritate me; and hopefully one that I can tolerate long enough to actually date for a significant amount of time. I'd rather not be dateless at the inevitable barrage of weddings that are soon to come. I expect at least 2 wedding invitations in the coming year. And my older friends tell me it only gets worse from there. Arrgh. Although, that does mean wedding cake. Mmmmm wedding cake.
I once heard about a wedding that didn't have cake. They had pie instead. TOTALLY UNACCEPTABLE! And I once went to a wedding where the daughters from the previous marriage had made the cake. EQUALLY UNACCPETABLE! Hear ye, hear ye: An official island proclamation. If you're inviting me to a wedding, there'd better be cake. Store-bought cake people. What kind of mickey mouse operations are you inviting me to? And for the record, I'm fine with grocery store cake. In fact, I heart grocery store cake greatly. But do not, do NOT, attempt to pass off Betty Crocker or a kringle or freakin' blueberry pie as an appropriate nuptial dessert. A violation of this proclamation will result in a supremely hideous and/or cheap gift. FYI. Write that down.
Saturday, May 20, 2006
Psuedodate
Remember aforementioned guy, who asked me out, who was meant to be mere entertainment for a little while. Well, he is far more confusing than entertaining. I have had a total of 2 pseudodates with this guy (hence where he obtained his nickname) and 0 actual dates. Let me explain...
Our first meeting was at a coffee shop, where he and I agreed to meet so he could give me the tickets to the party he was throwing. So, we met up, stayed and chatted for about an hour, etc. But this isn't technically a date right? Even though he did invite me to lunch with friends he was meeting up with. But still not a real date.
Second meeting occurs after he completely flaked on the graduation party AND a promise to call me the very next day. (I ended up busting him at a bar, and it was especially hysterical because he actually kept cursing himself for forgetting.) Anyway, so second meeting actually started out as a date. He invited me to his place to cook me dinner. When I call to ask for directions, he informs me that he invited another friend over too. Turning an actual date into a pseudodate.
On top of it all, he's actually not all that exciting. Speaks very highly of himself and is young. So young that he's got a Bacardi banner in his apt. (Eye roll). I was condescending when I pointed it out, I realize. But still, why do you have a Bacardi banner in your apt? Or a flag of a pot leaf in your bedroom while I"m at it. Yargh. I think I may be rid of this guy before June.
Our first meeting was at a coffee shop, where he and I agreed to meet so he could give me the tickets to the party he was throwing. So, we met up, stayed and chatted for about an hour, etc. But this isn't technically a date right? Even though he did invite me to lunch with friends he was meeting up with. But still not a real date.
Second meeting occurs after he completely flaked on the graduation party AND a promise to call me the very next day. (I ended up busting him at a bar, and it was especially hysterical because he actually kept cursing himself for forgetting.) Anyway, so second meeting actually started out as a date. He invited me to his place to cook me dinner. When I call to ask for directions, he informs me that he invited another friend over too. Turning an actual date into a pseudodate.
On top of it all, he's actually not all that exciting. Speaks very highly of himself and is young. So young that he's got a Bacardi banner in his apt. (Eye roll). I was condescending when I pointed it out, I realize. But still, why do you have a Bacardi banner in your apt? Or a flag of a pot leaf in your bedroom while I"m at it. Yargh. I think I may be rid of this guy before June.
Thursday, May 18, 2006
Was I thinking at all?!?
It rained for about 3 weeks straight here. Ok, I'm exaggerating, but there was at least 5 straight days of rain. And that got me to thinking: at what point during 2nd semester did I have a personality transplant? On what planet did I think it was a good idea for me to move to Seattle? Granted, I only gave it a hot minute's worth of thought, but still. It really didn't deserve that much consideration! Seriously! I HATE RAIN! And it rains 2 out of 3 days in Seattle. Therefore, under no circumstances should I live there. Get outta here! Yeesh.
This certainly isn't the first time I've had a "what was I thinking?" moment. But honestly, this may be the most extreme case I've ever had. Clearly the stress of law school and graduation was getting to me. But, I'm happy to report that I have had a return of my senses. (Thank goodness).
This certainly isn't the first time I've had a "what was I thinking?" moment. But honestly, this may be the most extreme case I've ever had. Clearly the stress of law school and graduation was getting to me. But, I'm happy to report that I have had a return of my senses. (Thank goodness).
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Now, where was I...
Ah yes. Graduation. The sister I never wanted, but never knew I needed drove up from IA to be my mom's official photographer and get inducted into the biological family. She arrived on Thurs night, and the shenanignans began even earlier than anticipated:
We went to get sushi mere minutes after her arrival. However, shortly after arrival, we witnessed an attempted burglary. (Not to be confused with a robbery, which involves weapons). Ok, so we didn't actually witness the attempted theft. All we saw was a slight scuffle, with a guy yelling "you owe me a refund!". Followed by one of the cooks putting him in a sleeper hold. We were huddled in a 2 inch corner, trying to avoid becoming collateral damage. In the end, nothing was actually damaged, the resto got the money back, and the guy waited calmly until the police came to arrest him. He even politely let us pass when we needed to get out of our corner. It was a very strange experience.
Ok, after that, things went smoothly. We had good times at the graduation and the dinner. Followed by a sweet night at Mondays on Saturday night. Saturday night actually started out fairly slow, but then the Blue Steel bartenders kept feeding us free shots. Three shots in 30 minutes makes for a night of drunk dials and taking pictures with random people.
All in all, a darn good time!
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
Lots of Changes
Well, stuff has actually been happening lately. Namely, I graduated baby! The ceremony was nice, all though some of the speeches made me do a head tilt. I was, however, distracted for most of the time because I was busy worrying about where I'd last had my right earring. Now, losing an earring is not normally a traumatic experience, except I'd worn these for precisely 2 hours and 3 minutes. However, they were eventually found -- in the backseat of my car of all places. I suspect it fell out of my ear and into my car when I had to run back and grab my wayward tassle. Anyway, the panic subsided shortly after finding the earring. And so I was able to shake my groove thang calmly at the graduation party.
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Ok, I hafta go get ready for my date. To be continued....
Ok, I hafta go get ready for my date. To be continued....
Monday, May 08, 2006
eeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh my goodness! It's finally hit me, in a good way. I'm graduating on Friday. FRIDAY! Do you know when Friday is? It's 4 days from today. It's the end of THIS WEEK! EEEEEEEEEEE!
Saturday, May 06, 2006
Night Out
So last night, I amused myself by going out to The Climax -- a party hosted by the gentlemen of Alpha Phi Alpha. I must say it was generally enjoyable. Although, there was an incident.
So, I go to the dance floor with another girl to get our groove on. As we're out there, she's approached by a guy that she knows. She proceeds to introduce us. Anyway, he's talking some trash about how we thundercats don't know about it. Apparently he's older than your average undergrad. So, to prove that I know all about the dance, I proceed to show my prowess on the dance floor...and then get left by the girl that introduced us. Which was ok, not like she left the building or anything.
Anyway, we're dancing. And "Check Up On It" comes on, and I am all kinds of excited. As I shake my groove thing, he not-at-all discreetly examines my groove thing. Complete with commentary "aww, let me see it, let me take a look." To be fair, I was being obnoxious about imitating the dance in the video, and so I found his comment less insulting and more funny. Then we continue to dance, and OH MY GOODNESS is he really attempting to touch my, oh no wait, he's just tall and didn't realize that he nearly touched my. Ok, I"ll just put my hands in my pockets to keep him from getting confused, OH MY GOODNESS you simply canNOT make that same mistake twice. Who does he think he is? Is there a sign up that requests gratuitous groping of my puhbic area? And why aren't you as smart as Pavlov's dogs, you keep reaching even though you keep getting blocked you not-so-sly like the jungle cat sexual harasser. Oh thank goodness, here comes some guy that wants to talk to him, I see my escape. Oh crap, he caught me. "I need to go check on my girl, I'll be right back" (In a pig's eye I will).
Then it's the end of the night, and do you know he asked for my phone so he could put his number in it? (After more gratuitous and all around sleazy touching -- this time limited to my midsection). Yeah. Right. Sure. I'll "scream" at you alright. Uh huh. riiiiiiiiiight. Wonder if he's holding his breath?
So, I go to the dance floor with another girl to get our groove on. As we're out there, she's approached by a guy that she knows. She proceeds to introduce us. Anyway, he's talking some trash about how we thundercats don't know about it. Apparently he's older than your average undergrad. So, to prove that I know all about the dance, I proceed to show my prowess on the dance floor...and then get left by the girl that introduced us. Which was ok, not like she left the building or anything.
Anyway, we're dancing. And "Check Up On It" comes on, and I am all kinds of excited. As I shake my groove thing, he not-at-all discreetly examines my groove thing. Complete with commentary "aww, let me see it, let me take a look." To be fair, I was being obnoxious about imitating the dance in the video, and so I found his comment less insulting and more funny. Then we continue to dance, and OH MY GOODNESS is he really attempting to touch my, oh no wait, he's just tall and didn't realize that he nearly touched my. Ok, I"ll just put my hands in my pockets to keep him from getting confused, OH MY GOODNESS you simply canNOT make that same mistake twice. Who does he think he is? Is there a sign up that requests gratuitous groping of my puhbic area? And why aren't you as smart as Pavlov's dogs, you keep reaching even though you keep getting blocked you not-so-sly like the jungle cat sexual harasser. Oh thank goodness, here comes some guy that wants to talk to him, I see my escape. Oh crap, he caught me. "I need to go check on my girl, I'll be right back" (In a pig's eye I will).
Then it's the end of the night, and do you know he asked for my phone so he could put his number in it? (After more gratuitous and all around sleazy touching -- this time limited to my midsection). Yeah. Right. Sure. I'll "scream" at you alright. Uh huh. riiiiiiiiiight. Wonder if he's holding his breath?
Monday, May 01, 2006
Frangelico
If I may rip off an advertisement: Fate is what happens when the unexpected becomes pleasurable. I had a weekend of fate this past weekend.
The last few days have been filled with unexpected pleasures. On Friday, I went out with a couple girls for a night on the town. What started out as a slow night at a restaurant-cum-bar-at-night ended up being a flirty night at a day of the week bar. The second bar is known for serving super-strong drinks cheaply. It is also a bar that I often end up being wingwoman extraordinare for my friends. On this particular night out, my friend said she wanted to see me approach a guy. (I'm not entirely sure why, but whatever). Apparently, my previous wingwoman-ing doesn't count as approaching.
While we were standing about, drinking and people watching, we were approached by a rather persistent guy. Looks-wise, he could probably get an honorable mention, but was nothing to write home about. He was very talkative, however. He also gets the persistence award for tracking down my email address and asking me about my friend as a follow-up from Friday. While I was slightly creeped out (until I figured out he was also a student), I was impressed with his tenacity. He also had a friend, who shared a name with Superfly from two years ago. He also had an uncanny resemblance to Superfly. But for the fact that he was living in Madison and hadn't yet gone to grad school, I would have thought it was him. That was pretty eerie.
At the end of the night, I did end up approaching a guy. I use the term "approaching" loosely. He was walking past and I made a smart-alecky comment. He must have been vaguely amused, because he made an appointment to continue our conversation post-bar run. Sadly, I was summoned to leave by my ride before he returned. I was kind enough to tell him that I was leaving, however, walking the 20 feet to the bar to say goodbye. Get this, I got a fundraising party invite for Thursday AND he asked for my phone number. Then he USED the phone number the very next day. Craziness! I haven't made the call as to where I stand with him. The conversation was fairly clever, but I haven't yet decided whether he can keep up with my sarcasm. Either way, I've got to shake him by the end of July, because I will be leaving, and I am in not in the market for a long-distance relationship with someone I just met....I tried that once, and it wasn't to great results. Incidentally, he has a faint resemblance to that very person I made that attempt with. Ha. Fate must be chuckling in amusement.
The last few days have been filled with unexpected pleasures. On Friday, I went out with a couple girls for a night on the town. What started out as a slow night at a restaurant-cum-bar-at-night ended up being a flirty night at a day of the week bar. The second bar is known for serving super-strong drinks cheaply. It is also a bar that I often end up being wingwoman extraordinare for my friends. On this particular night out, my friend said she wanted to see me approach a guy. (I'm not entirely sure why, but whatever). Apparently, my previous wingwoman-ing doesn't count as approaching.
While we were standing about, drinking and people watching, we were approached by a rather persistent guy. Looks-wise, he could probably get an honorable mention, but was nothing to write home about. He was very talkative, however. He also gets the persistence award for tracking down my email address and asking me about my friend as a follow-up from Friday. While I was slightly creeped out (until I figured out he was also a student), I was impressed with his tenacity. He also had a friend, who shared a name with Superfly from two years ago. He also had an uncanny resemblance to Superfly. But for the fact that he was living in Madison and hadn't yet gone to grad school, I would have thought it was him. That was pretty eerie.
At the end of the night, I did end up approaching a guy. I use the term "approaching" loosely. He was walking past and I made a smart-alecky comment. He must have been vaguely amused, because he made an appointment to continue our conversation post-bar run. Sadly, I was summoned to leave by my ride before he returned. I was kind enough to tell him that I was leaving, however, walking the 20 feet to the bar to say goodbye. Get this, I got a fundraising party invite for Thursday AND he asked for my phone number. Then he USED the phone number the very next day. Craziness! I haven't made the call as to where I stand with him. The conversation was fairly clever, but I haven't yet decided whether he can keep up with my sarcasm. Either way, I've got to shake him by the end of July, because I will be leaving, and I am in not in the market for a long-distance relationship with someone I just met....I tried that once, and it wasn't to great results. Incidentally, he has a faint resemblance to that very person I made that attempt with. Ha. Fate must be chuckling in amusement.
Thursday, April 27, 2006
Joke of the Day, thanks to Mack the Knife
George Bush goes to a primary school to talk about the war. After his talk he offers question time.One little boy puts up his hand and George asks him what his name is. "Billy." "And what is your question, Billy?" "I have 3 questions. First, why did the USA invade Iraq without the support of the UN? Second, why are you President when Al Gore got more votes? And third, whatever happened to Osama Bin Laden?" Just then the bell rings for recess.George Bush informs the kiddies that they will continue after recess. When they resume George says, "OK, where were we? Oh that's right question time. Who has a question?"Another little boy puts up his hand. George points him out and asks him what his name is. "Steve""And what is your question, Steve?" "I have 5 questions. First, why did the USA invade Iraq without the support of the UN? Second, why are you President when Al Gore got more votes? Third, whatever happened to Osama Bin Laden? Fourth, why did the recess bell go 20 minutes early? And fifth, what the ---- happened to Billy?
Taking the Day off
Today is my first official day as a Law School Pre-Graduate. Yesterday was my last day as a law student. In an honorable twist, I gave a presentation for my last class, and managed to turn it into a class party. It was really quite exciting. Then, I went to the Terrace with some small group members, followed by dinner at a local Japanese restaurant. It was really nice to end the saga with the same people I started with.
So, this is what it feels like to be nearly done. I gotta admit, on one level, it is great. On another level, I'm a touch anxious. Graduation just leaves me closer to studying for the bar. And being this close to graduation and jobless means some serious upcoming anxiety. Couple that with the lack of love life (although preferable to figuring out post-move relationship it's still kinda sad not to have that someone to whine to) and the constant search for a great dress for graduation, and it's not so great. But, I vastly prefer this negated greatness to the thought of another year in school.
All in all, I think I deserve to take this sunny day off to bask in my limbo.
So, this is what it feels like to be nearly done. I gotta admit, on one level, it is great. On another level, I'm a touch anxious. Graduation just leaves me closer to studying for the bar. And being this close to graduation and jobless means some serious upcoming anxiety. Couple that with the lack of love life (although preferable to figuring out post-move relationship it's still kinda sad not to have that someone to whine to) and the constant search for a great dress for graduation, and it's not so great. But, I vastly prefer this negated greatness to the thought of another year in school.
All in all, I think I deserve to take this sunny day off to bask in my limbo.
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