Friday, December 26, 2003

Wow, fresh-fallen snow is beautiful, there's no doubt about it. It covers everything in a clean blanket of white and the world surrounding looks so pure. It reflects so much light making even the late night seem bright. I can't wait until tomorrow to build forts and snowmen, throw snowballs, and just enjoy the newly-fallen "moisture." ;)

Here's hoping ya'll had a Merry Christmas and here's to a Happy New Year!

Sunday, December 14, 2003

When I was five, my best friend's name was Jeremy. He was a fun kid and only lived a house away from me. We were "thick as thieves" we were. The only downside of our friendship was that I was mortally afraid of Jeremy's dad.
Jeremy's dad (JOHN) was a strict man and his dark hair and eyes made him look fierce. He worked graveyard shifts at a local grocery store and slept during the day. This made him like an enormous bear, always hibernating. And we were always so careful not to wake him lest we suffer the wrath.
One day, I was playing with Jeremy on the second floor of his house and went to use the bathroom. When I came out, Jeremy was gone. After searching the whole upperstairs, I descended into the basement and happened upon Jeremy's dad chillin' in his underwear, watching TV. Timidly I approached him from behind and asked him where Jeremy went, startled he turned toward me and, in a not-to-be-used with a five-year-old tone, basically told me something that equated, "get out!" I ran from the house in tears and later found out that Jeremy had gone to his grandma's. Anyhow, their family moved away shortly after...

Anyway, flash forward 20 years (Friday!)...I walk into a Macey's and see a man who looks more than vaguely familiar. His dark shock of hair bobs up and down as he stocks shelves. "No, it can't be," I think to myself. As I walk by, I glance at the name tag on his red apron and "JOHN" reads out legible and clear. I take another glance before walking into the bakery section and his and my gaze catch for a moment; an instant moment of mutual recognition...memories of being chased out of Jeremy's basement come flying back to me and for a moment I start to get nervous.

Then I think to myself, "why?" and walk to the frozen food section.

I didn't think that moving home after living away for 6 years would bring so many encounters with my past. Life is funny.

Sunday, December 07, 2003

I took the LSAT on Saturday and...
it was the singlemost worst testing experience of my whole life. It wasn't so much the fact the length of the testing time, I mean, it's a short one compared to the CPA exam. But, I'm a nervous individual. I'm paranoid even. If I'm walking down the street alone, and a car pulls up behind me, until it passes I'm certain that the people in that car are somehow aiming to "get me." I'm seriously just waiting to hear the sound of the car stopping and I brace myself for an attack. The world of timed testing isn't much better. I mull over every question, wondering about its degree of trickiness. Even when I think I've got the right answer I second quess myself and end up losing time really trying to reason whether or not I've got it right. And then when I come to the REALLY tricky questions, I get discouraged before I've even attempted and fret, thus causing myself to lose more time AND THE LSAT IS ALL ABOUT TIME! and by then I'm convinced that I've totally bombed the test.'s done.
And in all actuality, regardless if I ever even set foot in a law school in my life, I'm really glad that I took the test. It seems like whenever we attempt to do something difficult, whether we win or lose, we always grow in the process...
Here's to challenges!

Tuesday, December 02, 2003

I really feel outta touch with my whole blogging situation and I apologize to those of you who actually give a rat's ...

So, here's a quick list of lessons learned in the past week...

A 16 hour round trip in a cramped back seat next to Patrick "the heater" Farrington has both its pros and cons.
Wyoming houses the strangest people in the nation.
When all is said and done, fast food is utterly disgusting.
"Ultimate" croquet beats regular croquet hands down.
A matress = a good night's sleep.
Thinking about big standardized acceptance tests less does not make them go away.
All play and no work makes Jack an indolent boy.
Washing your hands frequently prevents many a vicious stomach malady.
A degree in "Media Arts Studies" may not be worth squat in the real world, but it sure goes well at parties!

I hope you all had a nice Thanksgiving...via con Dios mis amigos...