I’m swimming to get you
Last night, I attended my first elementary Russian class at City College. There’s no particular reason for taking Russian. I took both Spanish and French in college. I even minored in Spanish. I flirted with learning Dutch while I was in the Netherlands. I just enjoy learning foreign languages. I don’t use any of these languages for work. They won’t help me get ahead in my current job. But, I like the idea of being able to communicate. I like the idea of going to Russia and not being completely confused. I like the idea of removing the barriers between us. I like sounding Russian and want to introduce myself as Svetlana with a convincing accent to strangers in bars.
You can’t always get what you want
Now that I’ve made up my mind to move, I wish I could move right away.
Left behind a suitcase in Helsinki full of things I want to set on fire
I’ve put my misanthrophy on hiatus. I’m finally tired of living alone. I’ve done it for years. After a series of roommates so insane that I considered covering the walls of their rooms in rubber, I found a place to live all by myself. And, I loved it. I decorated it. I wandered around in my underwear. I watched what I wanted on television and only cleaned when I felt like it.
Sure, when you live alone, no one is going to eat all your chips or leave their dirty dishes in the sink for weeks on end except you. But, living alone isn’t perfect either. It’s more expensive. And, it’s lonely. Sometimes, human interaction is good — even if it just reaffirms your basic belief that people are crazy and annoying.
It’s a you and me house
Not so long ago, I swore off all media that might make me feel sad. Obviously, this eliminates a lot of music and movies that I’d otherwise definitely consume. But, at least I’ll always have Scandinavian pop.
Sweet Caroline, Bom Bom Bom
My favourite things on the internet lately are Missed Connections on Craigslist.org, Cuteoverload.com, and Engadget.
I find myself defending Cuteoverload.com. Sure, it’s a website about photos of cute baby animals superimposed on a pink background of flying hampsters and all the captions are written in babytalk. But, Meg, the blog owner, is really good at the babytalk. And, I defy anyone to go to that website and not leave feeling better about the world and also slightly nauseated.
My former boss asserted that no woman could look at that site without ovulating instantly. Maybe it’s more of a fertility treatment than a blog.
I wrestled with pride on the floor
We have some good Southern sayings. One particular saying comes to mind: “He wasn’t worth the powder it would take to blow him to hell.” It applies to a lot of people.
I can live with all your downsides
When I woke up after a restful night of sleep, I composed this little ode to the best over-the-counter medicine I’ve ever taken:
Although my nose is runny,
Although my cough is deep,
When I take my Nyquil,
it lulls me right to sleep.
And when I’m feeling achy,
And pain stabs through my head,
That’s what I turn to Nyquil,
to tuck me snugly into bed.
Baby, it’s cold outside
I spent the better part of the last six months NOT blogging about the bar exam. And, since the bar exam has been such a big part of the last six months of my life, I wasn’t left with a lot to blog about. But, I passed. It’s not that I really thought I wouldn’t pass. I just knew that the California bar exam is the hardest in the country and the passage rates are not that good. Some people that I really thought would pass last year had failed. I basically didn’t want to have to explain to my blog that I had failed the bar exam and so I didn’t want to talk about it at all. But, I passed and now I can put all that behind me.
In other news, I’ve been to two really excellent shows lately, the Pipettes and Koop. I saw them both at Bimbo’s which has become my favorite venue in the city. Granted, it’s inconveniently located and the drinks are overpriced, but you can say that about almost all the music venues in the city. The Pipettes and Koop both put on really entertaining shows. Both have awesome albums out, too. I love Swedish music lately. Pelle Carlberg’s most recent album is constantly on my playlist these day.
It’s not love, but it’s still a feeling
I learned the greatest word today, on NPR, no less. Listening to an interview with Joseph Epstein, I heard the word “prelapsarian.” It’s wonderful. I can’t wait to be engaged in a truly pretentious conversation in which I can find an excuse to use it.
prelapsarian \pree-lap-SAIR-ee-uhn\, adjective: Pertaining to or characteristic of the time or state before the Fall.
Oh teenage hopes
Going to law school was supposed to fix things. Namely, it was supposed to fix the problem that I had regarding a lack of marketable skills. Now that I’m done with my degree, my skills seem remarkably unmarketable. It’s a little early to throw in the towel, though. I haven’t tried everything. As the career services graduate counselor remarked, I seem to be waiting for something to fall into my lap. She’s a mean cow. But, she’s probably right on some level. I’m taking a bit of a break. I’ve gone home for a visit. But, when I go back to the city, it will be time to make the big push toward jobs and fiscal responsibility and independence. I think I may have to actually “network.” I’m dismally bad with networking.
Shouldn’t all this education make someone want to hire me? It seems unfair. I actually thought that going to college/post-grad/law school would get me a job back when I was younger. Oh how wonderfully naive I was.
The wonderful thing about going home is that if I only stay for a short time, it’s rather like a spa. I can forget the real world. I eat good and healthy home-cooked meals. I sleep a lot. I work out. I get pampered. I always end up wishing I could just stay here. But, then, after a few weeks, my mother would give me chores to do. So, it’s not the sweet deal it seems at first.
What am I doing?
- I've never been to a BroBQ before.
LG Random Image
