September 1st 2006

stupid me, wasting time

Leave it to me to be the procrastinatey type.

Classes start Tuesday. OCI is over today. What will I be doing this weekend? Bluebooking, for my summer job.

Now, it’s a good thing I generally enjoy Bluebooking. It’s almost mindless, soothing in a way. But the weather this weekend is going to be INSANELY beautiful, we’re about to head into my worst semester EVER (and that includes college), and I think I’m going to want to take some time off!

But I will, instead, be Bluebooking. Why? Because I put it off. And off, and off, and off. Shame on me, I have no one to blame but myself.

August 10th 2006

inviting a citation manual up to see my etchings

It looks like I’ll be spending the next four or five days making happy with my Bluebook. End-of-summer assignments are coming due, drafts are being finalized, and, hey, I wasn’t planning on going anywhere this weekend.

So I apolgize in advance for any gobbledy-gook I might start spewing. At the very least, I’ll try to avoid using the sanctioned abbreviations in my posts.

August 6th 2006

two things

1) I am in an airport (I repeat: in an airport) and am online FOR FREE. Kids, it’s enough to make me want to come back to Pittsburg more often! Completely cool. More airports should consider providing free wireless. Commercial vendors don’t get many users, and they certainly don’t get as many as they could, since most pricing models are per day and who really needs that much wireless when they’re traveling? So, Pittsburgh airport, you kick ass.

2) I go to law school with some really nice people. Nice people kick ass.

OK. That’s all.

August 1st 2006

today has been a good day

Despite the heat, I am having a good evening. Yes, yes I am. In fact, it’s a VERY GOOD EVENING. And that’s all I’m going to say about THAT.

time does fly

I just realized, to my shock, that my summer class is over next week. Damn.

July 27th 2006

i need a break from summer break

So I’m in this place right now where my projects for my summer jobs are coming to completion, and my class is starting to get busier, and a variety of administrative things are coming due (like loan paperwork, class selection, OCI stuff), and yet I am feeling almost bored.

I almost don’t know what to do with myself. I worked all day today–on stuff for work, stuff for OCI, stuff around the house (four loads of laundry)–so I don’t want to work on stuff for class tonight. But I don’t want to just sit and watch TV. And I don’t want to read, since it seems every book I pick up lately is about a woman who makes the worst life choices I can imagine, and those stories make me want to throw the books across the room. I hoped we might go out tonight, but Mr. Angst is feeling sick, and we’re going out tomorrow, so I’m just sort of sitting around doing not much.

The end of the summer is turning out to be . . . sadder, maybe? . . . than I expected. Frankly, I’m ready for school to start, to get back classes, to see my friends on a regular basis, to have social structure again. Meh.

July 26th 2006

dream an impossible dream

Ladies and gentlemen, it is possible.

I had a productive meeting with career services today. I got good advice, some of it stuff I actually hadn’t heard before, some of it stuff that wasn’t just common sense. I actually feel a million times better about my strategy for OCI now, and I have a plan!

Yes, Virginia, sometimes career services can help you.

July 24th 2006

a letter, because letters let you vent passive aggressively

Dear Shitty Downstairs Neighbors:

Yeah, I know you’re all moving in a month. That’s great — you have NO idea how excited Mr. Angst and I are that you and your drum kit and mix table will be gone by September 1. This does not mean, however, that we are willing to sit by and listen to you beat on your drums and play your music louder than any human being should have any tolerance for — in the middle of the evening, no less! Play your damn drums, but play them during the day, when we are AT WORK.

Let me give you a tip: if your music is so loud that you can’t hear us beating on your door, it’s TOO LOUD. Further, because you have seen our reaction to your loud music — more than once! — I will bear no responsibility if Mr. Angst goes postal on you one of these days. Moreover, if he has a heart attack in the next five weeks, I will immediately blame you, because I have NEVER seen him get as angry as he does when you beat on your drums and blast your music in the middle of the evening.

Downstairs Neighbors, we want your final weeks here to be as pleasant as possible for you and for us, though, of course, mostly for us. So keep it the hell down and I won’t call the cops on you.

Thanks!
Your (Legally Educated) Upstairs Neighbors

P.S. If you ever again make this much noise the night before I have a TEST, I will figure out a way to lock you out of the building.

July 23rd 2006

sorry, just let me whine here for a bit.

I have a test on Tuesday.

A TEST.

I sort of hoped taking a summer class (particularly the summer class I am taking) would exempt me from all the normal angst that accompanies law school assessment. But no. No, I was wrong. So here I am, on a beautiful Sunday, sitting at the dining room table (we have a dining room! Huzzah!), surrounded by paper and books and highlighters, studying.

I know, I know. I shouldn’t bitch–after all, I’m not taking the bar exam. Still, I find it somewhat unfair that my Sunday, which could have been full of things like breadmaking, or pastrymaking or even just pleasure reading, is instead consumed with studying.

July 20th 2006

bad weather and printers

When the weather is this wretched (pouring rain and thunder) even the prospect of free Westlaw printing is not enough to get me to drag my butt to school to do work. Instead, I plan to scrounge around the apartment and find every piece of paper that has only been printed on one side, using those to print out the stack of cases I’ll be reading today. Because Lord knows I’m not going to use what little printer paper I have. That would be wasteful. And then I’d run out and have to go buy more–in the weather. No thanks.

July 17th 2006

Mondays don’t have to be wretched

Today, duckies, I am working from home, in our OFFICE. Which is set up and comfortable and TOTALLY usable and, best of all, is in a Separate Room. We have an office again. It makes me SO HAPPY.

Granted, I’m not really working yet. I spent the last half hour or so trying to figure out where the power cords were, where the monitor cable was, etc., etc. But now I’m SET and ready to WORK.

First, I need more coffee, though. And maybe I want to put my slippers on, so my feet don’t get cold. And maybe I need some music….

Damn. The extra room doesn’t cure procrastination.

July 16th 2006

it’s a sunshine day

Mr. Angst and I went to the beach today.

I always think that I love the beach. And I do, especially when it’s a freshwater beach. But I really dislike sand. That is problematic for going to the beach. And the beach we went to, unlike the Gulf Coast beaches of my childhood, didn’t seem to have a shower station or other kind of facility for rinsing the sand off on one’s way home. That’s also a problem. Sand in shoes hurts. Sand in other places chafes. Sand in your apartment is a pain to clean up.

But I do love the beach–the parts that involve laying in the sun and going in the water. I wish the beaches here were also the kinds of places where you could sip a cold beer while laying in the sun and going in the water. But alas, no alcohol. [Honestly, this is not such a big deal, since I trust myself to behave like an adult while drinking at the beach but I don’t trust the 22-year-olds who were right behind us to not act like fools.] I digress, though.

The best part about spending a couple of hours at the beach is the pleasant languidness you feel when you get home. If you do it right, the sun will leech just enough energy from you that you feel sort of soft and floaty, similar to the way you feel after a good run.

Happy Sunday, all.

July 13th 2006

i do everything backwards

Leave it to me.

Our central AC has been out the last couple of days. Our landlord knows of the problem, loaned us a window unit for the time being, and set an appointment for the HVAC guy to come out tomorrow and take a look at things.

But meanwhile, we have no AC. In fact, we’re not even using the window unit right now since it has no noise-blocking properties and goes in the window right in front of the train. So I just have all the fans on and the windows open.

If I sit quietly and work on my computer, I stay pretty cool. It’s only in the mid-80s, after all, and we get a fair amount of shade. But NOOOO, I couldn’t sit and work quietly, without moving. No, instead, I started the day by finishing painting the office (and almost ran out of paint, so we may have to go get some more paint and do a second coat). Then I worked for 4-1/2 hours, quietly, without moving. And then I got stir crazy and swept and mopped (most of) the floors. And then I was still stir crazy, so I scrubbed the tub. And then I scrubbed the sink. Somewhere in there I did the dishes. I tried to lay down in the bedroom to cool off for a bit, but couldn’t be still. So I got back up.

I need to do another 4 or so hours of work today, but I can barely focus because I’m so hot now. Meh. Leave it to me.

July 10th 2006

a resolution

Thanks to everyone who pitched in advice for dealing with noisy neighbors. I think I’ve decided what I’m going to do–I’ll start out polite, and play tit-for-tat depending on what sort of reaction I get. If necessary, I’ll invite them up to see what I mean when I say the floor vibrates and explain that I’m not being unreasonable. And if necessary, I’ll–nicely!–explain that I will officially complain if necessary.

I know a lot of people recommend playing nice and making friends but, given the interactions we’ve had so far, I don’t think that’s going to be all that successful. Only one of our downstairs neighbors has even bothered to say hi as we pass, when we pass, and the others seem to deliberately ignore us. So I’m not going out of my way to offer a beer or coffee to them.

And with all that, I’m going to get some more work done. It was a truly bizarre morning, and not a terribly productive one.

July 6th 2006

Why can’t career services offices have CALENDARS of deadlines that need to be met? Is it THAT hard?

Why can’t career services offices have CALENDARS of deadlines that need to be met? Is it THAT hard?

Why can’t career services offices have CALENDARS of deadlines that need to be met? Is it THAT hard?

Why can’t career services offices have CALENDARS of deadlines that need to be met? Is it THAT hard?

June 29th 2006

A group of children (with two adults) just came tiptoeing through the library. I have no idea who they were or how they got in, since everyone has to swipe a card to get in. I guess the circulation people must have let them through–but why? There are a lot of people in the library lately, what with the summer term having started, as well as all the research assistants being in the thick of work.

I’m a little weirded out. If they had been prospective students, that would have been one thing. Or even college students. But they were in the 9-to-11 range.

Come to think of it, that’s the second group of children in that age range I’ve seen out and about during the week. I guess the week before July 4 is a popular vacation time. Yesterday, while I waited for my train, five kids and three parents swarmed the platform, in shorts, sandals, and at least one fanny pack. The dad was showing two kids how to read the train map, while a third one played on the dirty ground (and his mother admonished him not to touch his face after that, upon which he promptly picked his nose). And I thought then, what are these kids doing here? It’s a WEDNESDAY! I mean, yeah, they don’t have school, but don’t their parents have to work? And if the parents are on vacation, why this week?

Maybe it’s just that we always took our vacations over July 4 week, or in August. I guess in my mind, you need either a national holiday or the impending threat of school starting back up to warrant a week playing tourist.

I still don’t know why any kid on vacation would want to wander through the law library, though.

A group of children (with two adults) just came tiptoeing through the library. I have no idea who they were or how they got in, since everyone has to swipe a card to get in. I guess the circulation people must have let them through–but why? There are a lot of people in the library lately, what with the summer term having started, as well as all the research assistants being in the thick of work.

I’m a little weirded out. If they had been prospective students, that would have been one thing. Or even college students. But they were in the 9-to-11 range.

Come to think of it, that’s the second group of children in that age range I’ve seen out and about during the week. I guess the week before July 4 is a popular vacation time. Yesterday, while I waited for my train, five kids and three parents swarmed the platform, in shorts, sandals, and at least one fanny pack. The dad was showing two kids how to read the train map, while a third one played on the dirty ground (and his mother admonished him not to touch his face after that, upon which he promptly picked his nose). And I thought then, what are these kids doing here? It’s a WEDNESDAY! I mean, yeah, they don’t have school, but don’t their parents have to work? And if the parents are on vacation, why this week?

Maybe it’s just that we always took our vacations over July 4 week, or in August. I guess in my mind, you need either a national holiday or the impending threat of school starting back up to warrant a week playing tourist.

I still don’t know why any kid on vacation would want to wander through the law library, though.