I Could Drink the World and Never Get My Fill

Happy New Year. Who can believe time passes so quickly.

Finally Watched Inception...

And my mind is officially blown. Also, I'm in love with Leonardo DiCaprio all over again. It's amazing that someone I fell in love with on Growing Pains can grow and mature with me as if we've been actually dating this whole time... wait, is this what stalkers feel?

Don't worry Joseph Gordon Levitt, your sprite-like agility in the no-gravity scenes caused everyone to completely overlook your slight boyish frame and find your deft maneuverability more attractive than brute mannish strength. Truth!

In other news, am home for a bit and brought along four garbage bags worth of laundry. I'm not even ashamed. It gets really real when the washer/dryers in your apartment building cost $2 a piece and you're a student.

Currently Watching: Saturday Night Live's Eminem performance. Why can't I look that good in a knitted cap?

Last Final Tomorrow

It's exam season and I've got my last final bright and early tomorrow morning which means I'll make this post speedy. This morning, I arose after a sleepless night and ventured into the rainy gray of a Sunday morning in order to get a caffeine fix from the corner Starbucks. My attire was the same one I had been sporting around the house for the last, uh, 5 days, and can only be described as full-on study session regalia (i.e. law school combat uniform)

We'll start from the bottom up.

On my feet were boots. Huge brown ones in order to avoid soaking my feet. On my legs were gray leggings circa 1992 (aka, the first time leggings were cool) and most definitely manufactured by ... Hanes-Her-Way. Oh, and they have an elastic waist that snaps just over my bellybutton. Right. Anti-cool. My upper body was layered in alternating t-shirts, sweaters, and scarves only to be festively completed by one puffy looking hoodie. And finally, my make-up less face was buried deep into a too-big fuzzy ear flap headgear that I'd gotten from a street vendor for $8.

Right, it's a real Eye of the Tiger apparel moment.

While on the corner waiting for the light to turn, a man approaches me innocently and says: "Excuse me, do you know where Amsterdam Falafel is?"

Do I ever! The fries there are heaven. I tell him it's not too far, like a 5 minute walk around the corner. The light changes and I prepare to dash across 18th and blissfully enter the haven of freshly brewed caffeine.

No luck.

Falafel inquires: "Where are you from?"

For the record, I officially hate this question. I get asked this all the damn time and I think it's a rude question from strangers. What if I was adopted? How would you feel then? And do you really want a full ethnic breakdown, or did you just want to remind me I look different than everybody else? But really, more often than not, this question flags Someone With A Fetish and I think I mostly don't like the q because everything that's ever come out of someone's mouth afterwards is gross.)

"What do you mean." I respond to Falafel icily. I push the ear flap headgear further back on my head so he can get the full power of my squinty "almond-eyed" glare.

"Like, what country. Originally." Falafel is undeterred.

"Burma." I say crisply. This isn't exactly true, but since the racial breakdown is majority Burmese, it's usually the answer I give.

"Ohhh, wow. Burma..." Falafel whistles, and then goes. "Uh, where's Burma?" ZERO POINTS.

"Near Thailand"

"Oh, I'm from Dubai." Falafel offers helpfully. I didn't remember asking.

"Oh, neat. I've always wanted to go."

"So, listen, do you want to join me for lunch?"

RUK!?

At this point in the conversation I think I literally became slack jawed and lost competence. Nevermind the fact that I HATE eating in public and on first dates, the sheer stupid ballsiness of this confounded me. Also, this guy was LOOKING at me, right? As in, helloihaven'tevenshoweredyettoday, me?

"Oh, erm, sorry. I have to study."

"Can I get your number then?" Falafel ALREADY HAD HIS PHONE OUT and was preparing to program in my digits he was so confident I'd cough them up. What! I had to get away.

"NO! My boyfriend wouldn't like that very much. But ... thanks!" I called this out as I proceeded to run - no, literally run - across 18th before the walk signal changed.

WHAT. When I came home I promptly told Said Boyfriend the story and he found it entertaining. This world is going bonkers if men will hit on something that looks, dresses, and talks like a homeless woman who has just come back from shopping at the local thrift store. And that IS what I looked, smelled, and talked like. Also, does this mean that my law school combat uniform of sweat-pants is "club appropriate" and I could wear it out to pick up men? Because that would save me a lot of money and be way more comfortable.

Sigh. Last Final, here I come!

Simplicity

It's where real joy comes from.

Tomorrow = Game Time.

I have my first final of the Fall Season tomorrow, and it's in Corporations. If anyone's curious, I feel totally "Meh" about it. For the record, I think there are very few law school subjects that lend themselves to a MULTIPLE CHOICE SCANTRON FORMAT. Are you kidding? It's The Law, not Algebra.

However, I discovered that I passed my MPRE's today with great agility. So, hooray! This means I am certifiably ethical enough to be a lawyer. Although, that's never really stopped lawyers from being unethical before, so, take that with a grain of salt.

In my efforts to procrastinate today, I penned a little creative writing piece and re-discovered my cousin's blog: Confessions of a Caffeine Junkie. I realized how much I miss my family sometimes. Life gets in the way of all the things you take for granted.

But, more importantly, I realized that if my cousin who is Working In a Hospital as a Surgeon write updates in between saving goddamn lives, I can definitely do it while reading about litigation.

That's an early New Year's Promise. Let's see if it works.