They're Here

I had some very well laid plans for blog posts this weekend. I have a couple mid-way drafted, in fact.

However, after putting in some requisite hours at the library yesterday and returning home to make myself dinner, I found my laptop to be rather tragically unresponsive. No vital signs, save the blue glow of my power button. No screen, no characteristic whir of responding mechanisms, no sounds, not even the will to shut off said power button light. Oh crumbs, as my mum would say. I removed the battery, twice, in fact, let the battery recharge. Nothing. I called the IT guy who had equipped me with this laptop no more than four weeks earlier, and started hashing out some post-mortem options. Not pleasant.

It did mean that I got much more reading done than I would have done otherwise though, I'm sure.

At nearly midnight, while I drowsily slogged through Torts, my apartment was cast in a rather eerie light.

kinda like that, yeah.

My laptop, which I hadn't touched for hours, roused itself from the cold clutches of apparent death. As those few remaining soldiers who endeavour on with PC are probably familiar, the start up screen which follows a crash reads something along the lines of; Do you wish to start up in Normal Mode, Safety Mode, etc, etc? A little baffled, I started to get out of bed to prompt the computer's start up, because apparently I learned nothing from my past obsession with horror movies, when it proceeded to start up in normal mode all on its own. I don't know if this is maybe just a default that results from leaving the start up screen unsupervised too long, but my logical conclusion was "Poltergeists! My computer is haunted by poltergeists!" You can ask my dad - I left him a voicemail to that effect.

So, if some truly uncharacteristic posts start appearing on this blog - regarding, say, the ease with which I read about Tort law, or my disapprobation of the vulgarity of hip hop music - it's probably my new lap top gremlin friends. Don't worry. They mean well, I'm sure.

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hope

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Five Senses Friday, the next episode

La di da di da, it's the muthafuckin' Five Sense Friday Post. Thought I forgot about Five Senses Fridays? I did! But I was feeling pretty pleased about a number of things today, not least of which was that it was Friday, and I thought "oh. yeeeeeaaaaah." (clarification: that is a revelatory 'yeah' not a 'dayum girl' variety 'yeah'). So, without further ado...

Feeling:

slothful. I finished my sole Friday class and proceeded to lie in my bed watching Law & Order for an embarrassing number of hours. Or not embarrassing, if you consider Dick Wolfe's development of a pop culture understanding of the legal system an important contribution to consider during one's legal education. Which I do.

Smelling:
my nose. No, I'm not being flippant. You know that feeling when you get this sort of stringent smell which seems to just be the smell of the inside of your nose? Like right after you blow your nose? No? Well. Never mind then.

Hearing:

The Notorious "Biggie" B.I.G., Warning. I've been on a 90s hip-hop/rap exploration as of late and it has been just lovely. Makes me feel so fucking legit at the gym. And in life.

Tasting: 

I'm mentally tasting all things pumpkin. There has been a distinctly autumnal feel in the air lately, which has me rather pumped. Pumped about pumpkin. Earl's pumpkin pie and Howe Sound Pumpkineater ale. It's a little premature, but I'm salivating in preparation.

Seeing:

a shame-inducing Aritzia bag. I'm currently gauging the degree of give that will occur with the wearing of my new faux-leather leggings before I commit to taking off any tags. There may or may not be some degree of a muffin-top situation developing north of the belt line BUTTHEY'RESOPRETTY

Sneak-Sneak-Sneak

Law School Walk of Shame: sneaking back to your apartment at 11:00pm on a school night after going shopping and having dinner (at which you actually had a glass of red wine - gasp) with lovely, charming friends when you should have been locked away doing your criminal law reading like all the other good kids.

JUST like this, but instead of Meech Munchies and Paramite Pies, shopping bags and purple lips

So, I'm in Law School

And I feel like that's an excuse for not blogging. Though, generally speaking, "excuse" is kind of a pejorative. But, in this case, maybe not. It's pretty valid that law school is a bit of an overwhelming commitment. Take, for instance, the workload I have tonight:

35 pages of Torts

450 words left on an Ethical Lawyering paper

30 pages of State & Citizen reading

2 case excerpts for Legal Process

The validity of my excuse is, however, null and void in light of the reality that while vaguely attempting these things, I also;

sauteed onions I didn't eat

napped

read while in downward facing dog

researched the history of cat mayors

had a bath

danced to the longest Avicii song I could find

I'll try not to ever leave you again over such paltry excuses...

Why Does it Smell like Fear in Here?

Law School starts on Tuesday. I have already been assigned readings.

Spent my first night in my prefurnished apartment. Will be acquiring additional mattress toppers for my charming twin bed or else I'm dropping out. My energy will be focused on project:BED rather than project:obtain law degree.

Bonne Fête, mon Feir

Happy Birthday Aly Feirest. I love and miss you! 

(sorry I've been bitching about marriage - I'm pumped for yours)

-Love Sydney & She Ra

Engagement Hiatus

Receiving the news of my friends Aly and Baker's engagement in September, and finally receiving the actual wedding invitation in the mail a month or so ago, served as a brusk confrontation with my looming status as adult. You may recall.
Hearing about friends getting engaged births all kinds of contradictory emotions in me. I'm surprised: my utter lack of marriable qualifications (boyfriend, job, parent-free residence) just leaves me operating under the assumption that no one my age is considering marital bliss as a viable life choice - at least not right now.
Then I swiftly realize that everyone is not me, and that this is fabulous news - I'm ecstatic that my friends have found someone they love and respect and can spend their lives with.
I'm super jealous that they don't have to date anymore. They never have to hear their grandmother lament how she would like to see all of her grandchildren married before she dies, so what is wrong with you and your brother? Cough.
I'm a little scared of what it potentially means for our friendship: the plot of many crappy rom-coms features the incompatibility of married friends with single friends. Half go out clubbing and on shitty blind dates while the other half stay at home perfecting their ossu bucco recipe and watching Castle on the sectional. Is that going to be me and my friends??? I hope not. I don't think I'm friends with anyone who would watch Castle. Only my parents watch Castle.
And, I'll admit it, selfishly, hearing about friends getting married makes me feel like crap about myself. Just for a second. I realize how far away I am in my life to anything like that. I've always been a bit ahead of the pack for my age - when I was in grade one I read at a third grade reading level, and damn it, I was young for my grade. I don't really take well this feeling of emotional and social stuntedness. Like I'm getting lapped by Bowser in Mariocart. This feeling is amplified, I've had the misfortune to find out, when you hear former boyfriends are getting married. I usually rouse myself out of this ridiculous ennui fairly swiftly. Since, you know, I have a cat to cuddle and bars to go to. And because my life is really not so bad.
So, this is to say, it's kind of emotionally exhausting to hear about friends getting married. And since the first of my friends announced their intention to wear a white dress/suit and kiss in front of a bunch of us, I have had three more friends get engaged. One has already been married.
So, dudes, can you please stop proposing. Ladies, don't be feminists and do it yourselves. Just for a couple months, so I can settle into law school a little more stress free? Thanks.

Amendment: Sydney would like to encourage women to be feminists. Just not women proposing to boyfriends. Just for a couple of months please.