I'm stuck in a funk about how 53 days seems entirely like forever and ~700 miles still feels like lightyears away.
Anyone have any tips to make time fly faster and anxiety disappear? This being unable to focus on anything is not an asset a law student seeks out.

How do you know if someone is too good to be true?

What are the foreseeable concequences of dating/seeing a college freshman when you're a law student?
He's not dumb. He goes to Dartmouth. He writes on the newspaper. He owns a Mac.
He's from the greater Boston area (no boston accent but I think I heard him say wicked once). He skis.
He is a year and a little bit YOUNGER than me.
He has longish hair (pony tail length in his high school years, cut short for college), owns hair products, all of which seem to be Axe brand.

The boy sure can dance.

The relationship is unlabeled (meaning I'm not quite sure yet if we're "going out" or if this is some kind of "benefits" agreement)

Withstanding or notwithstanding the specific personality facts what problems do you think could arrise due to age/educational differences?


(Further evidence will be gathered on later dates, notably: this sunday. I will most probably be questioning the boy then pursuant to the uncertainty as to the actual nature of our relationship)

What is your opinion councelor?

What kind of boy compliments a girl's hair by saying he likes her whispies?
I wasn't aware that my didn't acutally brushing just put it in a ponytail-bun to get it out of my face for 8:30 Contracts hair was charming.
But maybe its because today his hair was sticking straight up in the front because of wearing a hat.
I may have complimented him on his stick-up hair, so... maybe they are equitable compliments and so, really, he's just weird like me?
Who knows.
He doesn't have a phone or facebook so who's the weirder one?

What I learned last night at the Of Montreal concert at UVM:
1. Of Montreal is a REDICULOUS band with crazy stage performance (people in pig masks, gas masks, and blonde wigs, plus Jesus tied by ropes being pulled accross stage will in one of the blonde wigs. Lets not even talk about the rediculous projected animations on the screen. Freakin' trippy as hell even when you're sober)
2. Scene kids really love this kind of semi-stereotypical minorly predictable kinds of performance.
3. One scene kid claims that last night's performance was mediocre in compairison to when he saw them somewhere else. Pretty sure he came to this concert just so he could say that.
4. College kids my age truely are amazingly stupid because:
       a. half of them were drunk and/or high
       b. one guy (who amazingly somehow got away with it even though a security guard was shining a flashlight on him) actually smoked up in the middle of the concert like 3 people from the front. Was mostly just afraid I was going to get pushed into him and get burned by his lit joint. Really don't understand why he didn't get kicked out when the security was right there, seemed like they saw him, and you could definately smell it. lol, but I really didn't care.
       c. A bunch of kids wanted to make a dance circle not only in the front of the pit but just as the show was ending.
       d. This like 7 foot tall guy seriously though he could just push his way in front of my short friend and that it would be ok. She jabbed him really hard with her elbow and called him a jerk. He attempted to squeeze by anyway. Total asshole.
5. Scene kids crowd surf. I have a kick to the nose to provide evidence to one of the like 8 occurences.
6. All the college students liked Of Montreal even though all their songs all sounded the same if you ask me.


This totally will not be the case at the Stephen Kellogg and the Sixers concert I'm going to on tuesday, thank goodness :D

what should I do for fall break?

Why can't I have an ex that doesn't want to be friends? What ever happened the the tradition of ex's disappearing from your life and never ever returning?

So, last week, on thursday, it was farmer's market day. It's all quite exciting with the small handful of farmers that show up on the town green. So, what do I do? I buy all kinds of awesome things like, organic happy cow ground beef, fresh baked bread, organic carrots, really awesome motzerella mushroom spinach awesome thing. So, while gazing at the bunches of sunflowers in front of the organic farmer's place, debating on whether I really needed them (I decided I didn't) this boy Tom comes up to me. Now, I have decided that the nature of this boy Tom is that he is always freakin' everywhere! I go somewhere, I swear he's always there, but not in any creepy way, haha. So, he comes up to me and askes, so I see that you bought meat from the organic farm people. And I answer, yeah, ground beef, and then list off all the other items they were selling because he had also asked that. Then he askes what I first thought was his real question which was: oh, so you are all into local beef and stuff? And I answer, sounding more defensive than I thought (cuz he made a comment about it, lol) saying yeah I don't go out of my way to get it but if its there I will. And after that I thought the conversation was over, like a normal person would think. Oh, but no, he had yet to ask the real question. His real question was whether I was interested in spliting a whole cow with him. Now, really, in the history of the world I have never heard a more charming thing come out of a boy's mouth. I mean, when a boy asks you to split a cow with him a girl doesn't say no, right?
So, moral of the story, I will be getting a fifth of a cow or so (can't fit a half of a cow in my freezer so he recruited more people) within the coming months. It reeks of true love doesn't it? I think so

Here is what I learned today:

• Your case does not matter if the court doesn't have personal jurisdiction over your defendant in the first place.
• Cows, farmers, barns, and motorcycle stores are not the recycling center.
• Hot black men with fantastic dreds sit on the thrift store steps when you go to bring in donations.
• The south royalton fire rescue brigade likes to eat at Village Pizza (while former studies have shown that the one-eyed police chief likes to eat at the Chelsea Station Dinner)
• Chris Ayer's new cd is the BOMB and I love him for giving away free copies to his street team (aka ME) and you should all go out and buy it, or listen to it, etc.

So, I went to visit my crazy friend Gen who I've known since middle school and haven't seen for like 4 years. She lives in upstate new york, a city that is only a ferry ride away from Burlington, Vermont.

Last night when I was out on the town with her and her awkward step-brother we met up with her (hot!) friend Mike (he kinda has the dirty hippy look going on, paired with such a easy going attitude). We all wandered around downton plattsburg for hours, talking to random weird people that Gen knew and then from whom we had to make up reason to get away from because they just kept lingering. After a while we got really bored and decided that we should go skinny dipping at the beach because it is soooo hot. So we did.

We all hopped in my car and drove to the beach spot, and blindly found our way to the beach in the dark. But there was already a group of people there! With a campfie!! So we were social and hung out with them, but when they realised that they didn't have anything left to drink they left to get more (but never camp back). This left the campfire for us. Yay!

So, after our new friends left, we are stripped down and ran out into Lake Champlain like crazy people. We just were chill, played marco-polo, did handstads, looked at the stars. It was awesome. Then after we decided that we had enough of the water we wander back to our campfire and huddled around it cuz we were cold. haha. Then after a while we were fine and I had the sudden urge to roll in the sand, said it out loud but didn't do at first because I wasn't sure what they would think of the idea. Not even thinking about it (cute) Mike dove into the sand and started rolling around and then we joined him (not once thinking about sanded getting in strange places, haha.)

We then burried each other in the sand and I got so much sand in my hair that it wasn't even funny. But at the same time, I had no urge (even the next day really) to wash it out, haha, my inner hippie showing. The next day my hair was like heaven and smelled so strongly of campfire and lake Champlain, it really was heavenly... they should bottle that smell.

Riding the car ferry back to vermont this morning I dorkishly sent a text message to hot Mike, saying that I had fun with him and was sorry I couldn't stick around longer. But he didn't send a message back all afternoon! I was starting to feel like he thought I was weird, but ALAS! in the middle of a well deserved nap he sent one back that he had so much fun, and had so much sand in his appartment. He said I should come back so we could have more fun together.

Never has the idea of a guy who didn't finish college sounded so appealing as the form it takes in this Mike guy. I'm totally visiting at Thanksgiving! :D




and I just realised how fitting my default icon is for law school! (my sis made 3 years ago for me! How foreshadowingly creepy!)



and I just came up with a corny saying that they need to put on t-shirts... "Can't complain at Lake Champlain!" hahahaha it kinda rhymes.

ok, Ben & Jerry's time