The unfathomable amounts of reading is turning my sub-par vision in to non-existent, old woman, nearly blind vision. I can't figure out what is the main cause of this... but I have narrowed it down:
1. Straight-up regular book reading:
As I finished the 20th page of Constitutional Law reading for tomorrow, I honestly thought that my eyeballs were going to up and leave my skull. The words were doing Riverdance all of the page and I had to SERIOUSLY concentrate on finishing the last 3 pages. I am considering getting some reading glasses, even though I never had a problem with far-sightedness.
2. Computer Screen Eye Melt-a-thon:
After typing the beast of a memo due last Monday, I had to take a break from all things "screen" related for 24 hours. I thought that pre-grad school, I had my eyes glued to some sort of screen for a large portion of the day. Facebook, Email, Stumble, Stumble, Stumble, My Sweet Sixteen, Woot, Paper, Stumble. I think I managed to add an extra 4 hours to every day just for screen staring. I have become a professional... and it is making my eyeballs go poopy.
3. I hate carrots:
I have no idea if carrots actually improve eyesight but I freaking hate them. Bring on the blindness.
4. Booooooooooze:
Is it possible that the amount of booze consumed increases that the effectiveness of vision decreases? I know it has that temporary effect. Oh the joys of writing a text at 3am with one eye closed and the other eye in "squint-mode" hoping that whatever keys you jam on the phone will create a coherent sentence. I am worried that the possibility of "drunken-blindness" could be permanent one day. Oh no.
Either way, my eyes are crapping out. My graduation gift to myself will be Lasik. Oooooooooo yeah.
(P.S. Why must I list everything? Am I a list-a-holic?)
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Who Can Say What Dreams Are?
This is an Emo blog.
I will not trouble you all with the lengthy discussion of my stresses, worries, and overwhelming To-do list. No sleep. No time. No life.
Anyway, I am just saying that hopefully me, the real me, will be back soon.
I will not trouble you all with the lengthy discussion of my stresses, worries, and overwhelming To-do list. No sleep. No time. No life.
Anyway, I am just saying that hopefully me, the real me, will be back soon.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Cut it out.
This will be a very short blog, but I have been meaning to post it for quite sometime.
The following includes a list of things that are unacceptable for a classroom setting. Some people find this very hard to grasp, so I have complied a "No-No" list for the severely confused.
1. The "horn/elephant/face explosion nose blow." I understand that it is "sick season". Keeping a double ply roll of toilet paper in your back pack is completely understandable. Blowing your nose as if you are trying to imitate a rocket launcher exploding gak is completely ridiculous and distracting. Stop it.
'
2. The "I am going to talk for 423 years about a question that doesn't matter and makes the prof. want to vomit." It is great that you want to impress your professor. More power to you. I can guarantee that talking to them about the historical implications of the first pleading ever written will make them want to die (also known as zero bonus points) Cut it out. (This also includes an "tangent is an acceptable thing to talk about for 30 minutes.")
3. The "my phone is vibrating louder than Jenna Jameson's butt plug but I some how can't hear it." If I can hear your phone 7 seats away, you must be deaf and/or retarded. Turn your shit to silent.
4. The "apparently I learned to whisper from a child at a funeral". Everyone in class has something to whisper to their neighbor. The key word is whisper. If you sound like you are trying to chat to someone in a crowded bar, that is NOT a whisper. Shut up.
5. The "I'll brown-nose my way to the top" method. Your professor thinks you suck. Quit it.
Just keep these 5 tips in mind the next time you are in class. Do your fellow classmates a favor. :)
The following includes a list of things that are unacceptable for a classroom setting. Some people find this very hard to grasp, so I have complied a "No-No" list for the severely confused.
1. The "horn/elephant/face explosion nose blow." I understand that it is "sick season". Keeping a double ply roll of toilet paper in your back pack is completely understandable. Blowing your nose as if you are trying to imitate a rocket launcher exploding gak is completely ridiculous and distracting. Stop it.
'
2. The "I am going to talk for 423 years about a question that doesn't matter and makes the prof. want to vomit." It is great that you want to impress your professor. More power to you. I can guarantee that talking to them about the historical implications of the first pleading ever written will make them want to die (also known as zero bonus points) Cut it out. (This also includes an "tangent is an acceptable thing to talk about for 30 minutes.")
3. The "my phone is vibrating louder than Jenna Jameson's butt plug but I some how can't hear it." If I can hear your phone 7 seats away, you must be deaf and/or retarded. Turn your shit to silent.
4. The "apparently I learned to whisper from a child at a funeral". Everyone in class has something to whisper to their neighbor. The key word is whisper. If you sound like you are trying to chat to someone in a crowded bar, that is NOT a whisper. Shut up.
5. The "I'll brown-nose my way to the top" method. Your professor thinks you suck. Quit it.
Just keep these 5 tips in mind the next time you are in class. Do your fellow classmates a favor. :)
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Drunken Man-Off
I am sitting in my living room at 11:30pm on a Sunday night and what do I hear?
T.V. show of something trashy yet appealing? Nope.
Pandora playing a medley of calming tunes? Nope.
Drunk #One and Wasted #Two playing competitive Wii Frisbee golf in between chugging beers?
Yup.
Ryan and his man partner are back as one. After 4 days straight of climb/snowboard/sports, drunk, rally, drunker, Wii, wasted, sleep (repeat) you'd thing that they would be ready for a nice relaxing evening. Nopes. Noper. No.
Although I would enjoy a nice refreshing sleep before starting another deathly week of law school, it is great seeing Ryan with his man-mate again. Since Wednesday, they have been inseparable. Every minute has been a competition of manly-ness and Ryan is in dude heaven.
*craaaaaaaaaaaaaaash.... Chris managed to accidentally punch over the Beer-a-mid for the second time this evening playing Wii basketball*
Our climbing excursions have been awesome. I climbed some things I never thought I could, but I still have a Bouldering fear. I would rather been on a rope 40+ft in the air than be rope-less 10 ft. in the air.
*Ryan just laid on one of my HUGE law school books. I asked if he wanted me to move it. He said " Uhhhh I'm gone... so it feelz naaaiiiice." *
Overall, it has been a great weekend. Granted I got a minimal amount of HW done, but 2 applications are being sent off to Lala land and I had a fantastic weekend of climbing, dancing and fun.
*Chris is still playing Wii basketball... I don't think I have ever heard that many "Fucks" in my life time. I guess his drunkenness is interfering with his game.*
On the docket for this week: Legally Blonde the Musical, Gourmet walking tour in Denver with Darren, and Volunteer work for the Boulder Domestic Violence Shelter.
*Ryan's passed out. He stumbled to bed on his mostly broken ankle and literally fell asleep before he hit the bed*
Awesome times Awesome!
T.V. show of something trashy yet appealing? Nope.
Pandora playing a medley of calming tunes? Nope.
Drunk #One and Wasted #Two playing competitive Wii Frisbee golf in between chugging beers?
Yup.
Ryan and his man partner are back as one. After 4 days straight of climb/snowboard/sports, drunk, rally, drunker, Wii, wasted, sleep (repeat) you'd thing that they would be ready for a nice relaxing evening. Nopes. Noper. No.
Although I would enjoy a nice refreshing sleep before starting another deathly week of law school, it is great seeing Ryan with his man-mate again. Since Wednesday, they have been inseparable. Every minute has been a competition of manly-ness and Ryan is in dude heaven.
*craaaaaaaaaaaaaaash.... Chris managed to accidentally punch over the Beer-a-mid for the second time this evening playing Wii basketball*
Our climbing excursions have been awesome. I climbed some things I never thought I could, but I still have a Bouldering fear. I would rather been on a rope 40+ft in the air than be rope-less 10 ft. in the air.
*Ryan just laid on one of my HUGE law school books. I asked if he wanted me to move it. He said " Uhhhh I'm gone... so it feelz naaaiiiice." *
Overall, it has been a great weekend. Granted I got a minimal amount of HW done, but 2 applications are being sent off to Lala land and I had a fantastic weekend of climbing, dancing and fun.
*Chris is still playing Wii basketball... I don't think I have ever heard that many "Fucks" in my life time. I guess his drunkenness is interfering with his game.*
On the docket for this week: Legally Blonde the Musical, Gourmet walking tour in Denver with Darren, and Volunteer work for the Boulder Domestic Violence Shelter.
*Ryan's passed out. He stumbled to bed on his mostly broken ankle and literally fell asleep before he hit the bed*
Awesome times Awesome!
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Boulder Children + Blacks = Confused
I have come to the conclusion that any child under the age of 10 in Boulder has never seen an "afro" before. Furthermore, it is a high possibility that these children have never seen a black person before either. And I am only half... I have no idea what they would do if they saw a Nigerian.
Story #1: I was hung over. It was the day after the grand finals celebration and I felt like death with a side of vom. We had just eaten at Foolish Craig's and and I was slowly shuffling out of the restaurant praying that what ever was about to exit my body didn't happen in the restaurant. I slipped on my sunglasses and stepped out the door when this little, blonde boy, no older than 5, stops his dad in a child whisper (also known as yelling with more breath) "Look daddy, she has big hairs... wooooooooooah!" I smiled at the kid and walked another 6 steps before I unloaded Eggs Benedict on the curb.
Story #2: I was rushing through target because I was already late for some event (common occurrence). The mom behind me in the check out line was holding a tiny girl (2 or 3 years old) in her arms while she studied the different kinds of gum. I smiled at the little girl and she gave me a "look" (similar to what a person would give a robber breaking in to their house.) I didn't feel it was necessary to make the child cry so I turned around. I started setting random items on the little conveyor belt when all of a sudden I feel a chunk of my fro being removed from my head. Apparently it looked like a stuffed animal that needed its innards pulled out because the child pulled freaking hard. The mom freaked out and apologized. I laughed it off, even though the back of my head was throbbing.
Story #3: The bus. This was an early morning on the way to school and I was frantically reading a case for Contracts (because I am always so prepared). This little girl (5 ish) was staring at me in the seat next to us. She "child whispered" to her mom "Are some people born with weird hair mom?" The mom stated "All black people have weird hair. Ours is straight, and theirs is poofy. I tried to get mine done like that in college but I looked like a cocker spaniel".
Story #4: Today. I was in Old Navy at the FlatIron mall looking for a pair of jeans. This little girl, around 7, was just staring at me. Blank faced. Confused. Lost. I looked at jeans for at least 10 mins and she just stood their staring. I looked at her and smiled and she still didn't move. Eventually her mom started walking away and she followed slowly and said "wooooah". I think my fro actually mind-fucked that little girl. Its like I had a magic trick on my head.
I am sure there are plenty more stories, but I thought I would share a few. Story of my life in Boulder. They really need to get some more Ethnic action up here.
Story #1: I was hung over. It was the day after the grand finals celebration and I felt like death with a side of vom. We had just eaten at Foolish Craig's and and I was slowly shuffling out of the restaurant praying that what ever was about to exit my body didn't happen in the restaurant. I slipped on my sunglasses and stepped out the door when this little, blonde boy, no older than 5, stops his dad in a child whisper (also known as yelling with more breath) "Look daddy, she has big hairs... wooooooooooah!" I smiled at the kid and walked another 6 steps before I unloaded Eggs Benedict on the curb.
Story #2: I was rushing through target because I was already late for some event (common occurrence). The mom behind me in the check out line was holding a tiny girl (2 or 3 years old) in her arms while she studied the different kinds of gum. I smiled at the little girl and she gave me a "look" (similar to what a person would give a robber breaking in to their house.) I didn't feel it was necessary to make the child cry so I turned around. I started setting random items on the little conveyor belt when all of a sudden I feel a chunk of my fro being removed from my head. Apparently it looked like a stuffed animal that needed its innards pulled out because the child pulled freaking hard. The mom freaked out and apologized. I laughed it off, even though the back of my head was throbbing.
Story #3: The bus. This was an early morning on the way to school and I was frantically reading a case for Contracts (because I am always so prepared). This little girl (5 ish) was staring at me in the seat next to us. She "child whispered" to her mom "Are some people born with weird hair mom?" The mom stated "All black people have weird hair. Ours is straight, and theirs is poofy. I tried to get mine done like that in college but I looked like a cocker spaniel".
Story #4: Today. I was in Old Navy at the FlatIron mall looking for a pair of jeans. This little girl, around 7, was just staring at me. Blank faced. Confused. Lost. I looked at jeans for at least 10 mins and she just stood their staring. I looked at her and smiled and she still didn't move. Eventually her mom started walking away and she followed slowly and said "wooooah". I think my fro actually mind-fucked that little girl. Its like I had a magic trick on my head.
I am sure there are plenty more stories, but I thought I would share a few. Story of my life in Boulder. They really need to get some more Ethnic action up here.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
OFFICIAL NEW YEARS RESOLUTIONS!
It wouldn't be a blog if there wasn't a lame "New Years Resolutions" blog post. I am sure 90% of the things on this list will be things that are on 80% of America's list, but I guess they are popular subjects.
1) Turn my shape from this:
To this:
2) More avoidance of this:
3) This at least 3 times a week:
4) This 60+ hours a week (Studying):
5)Saying I am, and being, thankful for this:
AND Making more time for this:
6) Remembering to do this to avoid over-stress:
I think that about sums it up:)
1) Turn my shape from this:
To this:
2) More avoidance of this:
3) This at least 3 times a week:
4) This 60+ hours a week (Studying):
5)Saying I am, and being, thankful for this:
AND Making more time for this:
6) Remembering to do this to avoid over-stress:
I think that about sums it up:)
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Blessed be to Holidays
I woke up this morning and the first thing that popped in to my head was "So... Ill start studying in an hour and then hopefully I can... uh wait I AM DONE." I literally laughed out loud and kicked my legs like a giddy school girl. I am done diggity done done done with my first semester of law school.
So, here are the official Yays and Nays of my first semester of law school:
NAYS
1) Gaining approximately 1 million pounds.
2) Civil Procedure. All of it.
3) No job which equals no money.
4) Sleep deprivation.
5) Alcoholism.
YAYS
1) The AMAZING group of friends I found up here. God bless 'em.
2) Dexter Study Sessions.
3) Feeling mentally stimulated. School = hard.
4) Rock climbing.
5) Alcoholism.
I am excited for holiday celebrations and a general break for school. My brain, eyes and body need a rest from all the stress. AND Monday, it is back to Burque! Facebook chat is being "special" so here are a couple pics from the last few days of celebration.
Secret Santa Gift Exchange! Complete with wine, cheese, gifts, and stockings :)
My love Darren got me a wine and restaurant tour with him for X-mas. A+ Gift choice.
The best law school crew money can buy. And I got them all for free. Love my life.
Our "Believe" Santa shirts. We wore them for every single final. :)
So, here are the official Yays and Nays of my first semester of law school:
NAYS
1) Gaining approximately 1 million pounds.
2) Civil Procedure. All of it.
3) No job which equals no money.
4) Sleep deprivation.
5) Alcoholism.
YAYS
1) The AMAZING group of friends I found up here. God bless 'em.
2) Dexter Study Sessions.
3) Feeling mentally stimulated. School = hard.
4) Rock climbing.
5) Alcoholism.
I am excited for holiday celebrations and a general break for school. My brain, eyes and body need a rest from all the stress. AND Monday, it is back to Burque! Facebook chat is being "special" so here are a couple pics from the last few days of celebration.
Secret Santa Gift Exchange! Complete with wine, cheese, gifts, and stockings :)
My love Darren got me a wine and restaurant tour with him for X-mas. A+ Gift choice.
The best law school crew money can buy. And I got them all for free. Love my life.
Our "Believe" Santa shirts. We wore them for every single final. :)
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