The completion of exams, papers, tasks, semesters, etc. has increasingly become anti-climactic. In no way does the feeling of relief match the stress and anxiety I feel beforehand. Perhaps I teeter on the edges of apathy too far in the direction and need to move closer to the middle all around? I think this requires a balancing test. In any case, I think there is a drug for it, you know, to give a person an “A” on that balancing test and make everything slide straight down the middle and right off your back.

For $ = tip
If “Miss” then $ > $ if “Ma’am”

Why should kids have all the fun?

Angst, it’s not just for kids anymore.

I am thinking of following Al Gore’s example and…drop out of law school.

I saw a clip from SNL with Christopher Walken: “Meet the Walkens*.” Kristen Wiig’s impression was quite bad as was Kenan Thompson’s - the guy who reminds me of an AA CP.

I tried to mimic Christopher Walken’s speech pattern while driving today. I was not able to do so.

I seem to think I can do some things which, in fact, I most definitely prove incapable of doing.

Like the time I was watching men’s floor exercises during the summer Olympics and thought it didn’t seem hard to do that trick where they lift themselves off the ground and spin their legs around while lifting one hand off the ground at a time. Sure, I could never do it with the speed and precision as the Olympians, but I thought I could at least accomplish the basic act of pulling my legs around my body. In actuality, I was not even able to lift my entire body off the ground while sitting with my legs extended. I could do it from a crossed-leg position, but that full leg extension caused me some trouble. In retrospect, I realize I may have been under the effect of my friend, the self-induced delusion of grandeur.

Some classmate’s were watching something on a computer today and I overheard this comment:

“The hardest thing about roller-blading is telling your parent’s you’re gay.”

-Source unknown

The fact is my personality is not lawyer-like in the least. I belong in a log cabin in a secluded, mountainous area near the coast writing and daydreaming. TV, Internet, books and magazines. Very simple and very simply.

It annoys me when my research prof. continues to say “computers are dumb.” No, they are not dumb. They do what they are told. Humans code the programs. If the code is flawed, the computer will simply show the error of the humans who wrote the code. Sure, we know what we mean when we build a search string, but the computer is not a mind reader. I could also tell some librarian, perhaps a legal librarian, what I want to find and they may, too, not produce the exact results I intended. So then is the librarian dumb as well? And why I do seem to be taking this so personally, a human, and not some “virtual valerie?” She seems to be pushing my buttons, and they just may be the colon and opening parentheses ones

Google-ish girl.

Up Next: A discussion of the point at which a bitchy mood becomes just plain, old bitchy period.

* It’s not outrageously funny, but not bad. Mr. Walken obviously didn’t bother memorizing his lines or his memory has been compromised for various reasons. The placement of the cue cards also helped contribute to the obviousness that he was reading his lines; it’s kind of distracting as a television viewer.

Ice: Crushed
TV: Color
Sound: The white noise of a fan turned on high.
Invention I didn’t have at age ten: Email
Christmas song: That one one where they sing something about “carol bells” at a rather fast pace. I can’t undertsand what they are singing, but I like it.
Time of day: 11PM
Window: Semi-circular floor-to-ceiling windows often seen in fancy lofts or opportunity.
Jelly Belly flavor: Cinnamon or popcorn
Photograph: Author “glam” shots pasted on the book’s jacket. They often depict a writer resting his/her chin upon an open hand, as if their head has become too heavy with thought to hold up unassisted. So preeetttyyy.
Favorite thing I read today: A “Missed Connection” where some girl went to a show a few months ago and saw a cute security boy. She wondered if this hot guy, who works at a music venue/bar remembers her from a few months ago. Silly girl, trix are for kids and unless you were turning some, don’t expect a call back.
Favorite movie I saw this year: Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Genius.
Favorite Degree: 75 °
Favorite fur color (dog): Black
Favorite fur color (cat): Gray
Favorite ways I spent Christmas Eve: One Christmas Eve I went to a party at my then-bf’s house. After his parent’s went up to bed, we had sex half-under the Christmas tree in a room lit only by the tree’s lights and the glow of the moon, reflecting off the snow-covered lawn as it streamed in through the huge white-paned picture window.
And then one Christmas Eve I stayed home alone and watched a Lifteime version of Dickens’ Christmas Carol starring Susan Lucci.
Favorite place to live: Inside my head