Friday, September 9, 2011


It has been a long-ass time since I've blogged, and now that I'm drunk on red wine, it seems like a good enough time to start again.

I feel like my life has taken a turn for the better lately. I'm kicking ass in class this semester across the board, I have enjoyed many netflix movies in the past few weeks, and I have...

*dramatic pause*

BOX SEATS FOR LES MISERABLES at the Kennedy Center next month!


It is no secret to like..three people that Les Mis is my favorite musical of all time. I cry when I listen to the music, for real. I found out that the 25th anniversary tour was coming to D.C. which is just a short hour away from good old Baltimore, so I spent a preposterous amount of money on tickets (they were almost all sold out!) and a hotel room for the evening for Zach and I to behave like fancy people. I am beyond excited.

This entry is not long for this world. Frankly, this is about all I have to give.

My summer was amazing. My internship was fabulous and so was Zach's. We had such a great time this summer and this fall, if it ever stops raining, will prove to be great as well.

The end!

Monday, April 18, 2011

everything's coming up milhouse!

When I last blogged, I...don't remember what I was talking about, but that doesn't matter now because I got myself a summer internship! The first one I interviewed for, actually. It's at the Maryland Attorney General's office, specifically the People's Insurance Counsel division. I am SO excited. I realize it doesn't sound particularly exciting but from what I learned in my interview, it should be really interesting. The people also seemed very nice, and the cool part is that I get to have a sweet security badge to let me in the office! I don't know why, but that is the most exciting part to me. I got the letter on Friday offering me the position, and I pretty much immediately called them back to accept. I thought about it, and I decided not to wait and see if the other internship I interviewed for would offer me a position. I don't like to gamble, and I didn't want this position to go away while I waited to hear from the other one. I'm just happy to finally have a summer plan in place.

I also recently got some good grades on assignments in school, so that is contributing to my general feeling of well-being. Same goes for the pleasant weather we've been having (except for the few exceedingly rainy days over the weekend. That, I can do without). However nice the weather is, though, it is wreaking havoc on my sinuses. You see, I never, ever had allergies before I moved to Maryland. However, right around spring time every year, I start to sneeze, snort and sniffle every damn day. I woke up today with my right ear totally plugged from the congestion and spent the better half of my first class totally unable to hear out of it (luckily my left ear compensated. I may be blind as a bat without my glasses but I practically have supersonic hearing) until it finally popped. I've got to get myself some Zyrtec because it seriously helped me last year but WOW it is so pricey! Allergy meds, on a whole, are super expensive and that's why I generally end up suffering until my dear mother buys me a bottle of Claritin or something.

Deedly dee. I'm bored with commercial law but I have nothing of substance to blog about, so I'll leave this with a picture of some cute cute shoes I bought at DSW a few weeks ago. They are just about bursting out of the box and begging me to wear them, but I don't want to wear them until school is over for whatever reason. They are summer shoes.

Cute shoes, picture won't copy for whatever reason.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Tina Fey, quit spying on me.

For the past couple of years, I've been watching and enjoying 30 Rock, and I've come to a conclusion. Tina Fey has been spying on me for years to get material for her Liz Lemon character. Allow me to elaborate.

Liz Lemon is an awkward dancer. I also dance awkwardly:

Liz Lemon enjoys comfortable loungewear and eating cheese in the nighttime. I also enjoy comfortable loungewear and eating cheese any time of day:

Liz Lemon is constantly worried about the balance to be struck between her career and her relationships, as well as the possibility of having a child and having to make that delicate balance work. This, secretly, is one of my big worries. 

Liz Lemon wears plaid shirts, cardigans, black framed glasses and jeans. If you know me in real life, you realize that this is basically my uniform:

Like looking in a god damn mirror.

Also like Ms. Lemon, I apply Sims situations to my everyday life:

So this is my plea to Tina Fey. I can see you sneaking around behind me and hiding under my desk, so just quit it, lady. Can you trademark a lifestyle? If so, I've got some sweet-ass royalties coming my way. PBR for everyone! On ME!

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

in which i crave organization.

Our apartment is fairly neat and organized. However, there are a lot of aspects of it that could be a LOT better, namely, the closets. Basically, Zach and I have a lot of clothes, and stuff. Shoes, random boxes of things, books that don't fit on our bookshelves, et cetera. Everything is just kind of shoved in both our closets with abandon and frankly, I am dead sick of it. That's why I have created a summer goal for myself; to get both closets (and, possibly, our kitchen cabinets) totally organized and get rid of a lot of clothes and other stuff. I actually do get rid of a pretty sizable garbage bag of clothes every year, which I normally donate to Goodwill or the Salvation Army or something similar, but this year I really want to get rid of more than just clothes, to organize and streamline our closets, and basically make this apartment more livable.

In order to effectuate this goal, I've been salivating over the Container Store website for the past few hours. That website is basically porn for organization freaks like me. I want shoe storage, spice racks, cupboard organizers and tons of other stuff. I realize I won't be able to afford most of it, but really, my main thing is shoe storage. My shoes (I only have about 16 pairs) are currently stored in..ugh..a big Rubbermaid tote. All on top of each other haphazardly. I HATE IT. I have to dig through it every day to find the match to a shoe that I already have in my hand, and the whole thing just is gross and ugly. Basically, what I want to get are THESE, a couple of them, and stack them on the inside of my front hall closet. That's really the only thing I feel I really need, although I could probably manage to rack up a substantial bill from that store if I wanted to.

I've come to realize that I lead a pretty boring life. I'm basically a fifty year old housewife at heart, what with all my baking, cooking, cleaning and organizing. I tend to get all annoyed when I don't get invited out when my friends all go out and it does sting, but it probably is for the best in the long run since I either (a) wouldn't go anyway or (b) would go, but would silently wish that I was home, drinking tea and watching a movie with Zach. This doesn't mean that I don't like to go out and drink with friends, I just was never much of a party girl. You might think that I don't want to go out because I have a boyfriend that I live with, and while I do love spending time at home with Zach, I felt this way long before I met him. I went out a LOT in college before I met him, but the nights I think were the most fun were when my roommates and I (before they turned into insufferable bitches) watched a movie or drank wine and walked around campus. I don't know, I know I'm sounding super boring and staid here, and don't get me wrong, I love to go out, but I guess I understand why I'm not the first person most people think of when they want to organize a night out. My reputation for being boring precedes me, so I shouldn't get upset when I am an afterthought, or not a thought at all.

I wish my hair could grow long. I've always been envious of women with very long hair. For some reason, at a certain point my hair stops looking nice long and starts looking ratty and gross. I suppose I could remedy this by actually getting regular trims, but who has the cash for that? Not the girl who wants to spend fifty bucks on shoe storage.

Sunday, April 10, 2011

scar tissue

The skin below my fingernail on my right hand's index finger (before the first joint) is 100% scar tissue. I can poke it and scratch at it all I want and I barely feel a thing. This is because when I was a foolish freshman at Canisius, I attempted to use one of those home-wax kits where you microwave the little pot of wax and spread it on your eyebrows with a wooden stick. I popped the tub in the microwave, somehow microwaved it to the point where the wax was boiling, and pulled it out of the microwave with such abandon that a glob of molten wax sloshed out and landed square on my fingertip. I ran screaming down the hall to our floor's community bathroom and immediately began running ice cold water on my finger, but it was too late. The wax came off, as did half of the skin on my finger. I kept it wrapped in gauze for several days and then finally it seemed healed, but not to the normal skin that existed there before. The skin was seemingly numb to the touch and still is, five years later. I got to thinking about this incident the other day while perusing Henry Rollins quotes (because who doesn't need more Henry Rollins in their life?),

"Scar tissue is stronger than regular tissue. Realize the strength, move on".

To an extent, I agree because empirically, the skin on my finger is stronger than the skin on my other finger tips. It doesn't hurt when I poke it with my other fingernails and is rougher. However, it would be horrible if my entire body had the same type of skin. I wouldn't be able to feel anything, let alone anything good or enjoyable. What I'm trying to get at (and making a terrible metaphor) is that I think some amount of scar tissue, whether it be real or metaphorical, can be a good thing if you've been hurt badly. It can shield your skin or your feelings from being hurt again. However, too much scar tissue can block out good feelings as well, and I think that you have to feel the pain in order to appreciate the good.

That being said, I had a great time at Barrister's Ball, and I have to laugh at my melodramatic pronunciations that I would be simply sitting in the corner drinking red wine and sadly observing the crowd. I've always had a flair for the dramatics. It's why I've deleted my old livejournal, because some of the stuff in there is genuinely embarrassing to read.

I think this blog is about to become a lot more pleasant. 

Friday, April 8, 2011

law school prom is tomorrow.

First of all, I have to thank Kiah for her comment on my last crazy ass blog post. It really made me feel a lot better, and less alone. That being said, wow, that last post was crazed. I mean, I definitely had (and have) those feelings, but I probably shouldn't have unleashed them on the internet for all the world to see. Oh well, what's done is done.

This Friday night finds your blog-posting-with-semi-regularity-girl watching episodes of Intervention in bed while eating pringles and drinking diet root beer. My goodness, you say, don't you lead an exciting lifestyle! Why yes, I reply, it's truly a thrilling day in the life of yours truly. But seriously folks, I can't say I'd rather be outside when the weather is horrifying and my bed is so comfortable. Tomorrow is law school prom (Barrister's Ball) and although during the weeks leading up to it I have been excited, I've been overcome by an overwhelming feeling of apathy toward the whole charade. I am going, though, if only because I spent a fair amount of cash on the tickets, my dress, shoes, et cetera. It's open beer and wine bar, so if anything, I'll be able to drink away my ennui.

I rather like that phrase, drinking away my ennui. This will probably make me sound like an alcoholic, but I would say that drinking away ennui is probably what I do on most weekends. It's not that I don't enjoy my life, I do, but sometimes I just feel incredibly out of place and like I don't belong anywhere except alone in my apartment with Zach and Winston.

I had another interview on Thursday for a summer clerk position at a firm downtown. I think it went pretty well, so like the other one, it's now just a waiting game to see what happens. I'm not going to get my heart set on either one just in case I get rejected, which could very well happen.

I want to skate again. I figure skated competitively from when I was little until I graduated from high school, and I miss it terribly. The problem is, it is not exactly a cheap sport you can just do casually.

I'm going to end this blog post with a Henry Rollins quote:

“Life is full of choices, if you have the guts to go for it. That's why I get immediately bored with anyone's complaining about how boring their life is, or how bad their town is. Fucking leave and go somewhere else. Or don't.”

Monday, April 4, 2011

susan and her body image have issues.

I want to lose 15-20 pounds and it makes me feel like a total douchebag. What I mean is, the fact that I'm not happy with my size (which is relatively small) right now makes me feel like a douche because I know so many people have serious weight-related issues. However, the fact of the matter is that I have gained an undisclosed amount of weight since I was 18 (once again, I am a douche for not realizing that it is unrealistic to want to have the same body you had in high school), and I want it OFF. I'm used to being skinny, all my life people called me skinny. According to my mom, my body is making it difficult for me to lose weight because the stupid thing has become convinced that now is the time for me to be bearing children and it must hold on to extra weight in order to further that goal. Attention body, and reproductive organs : I do not want a child at this point in my life. I take a pill every day to make sure that very thing does not happen. I would appreciate it if you would stop hanging on to every ounce of fat that I ingest in hopes that I will magically become pregnant.

It should become clear to my three blog readers at this point that I have major, MAJOR self esteem issues. I can count on one hand the number of times in my life when I have felt pretty. I have always, always felt like the "ugly friend" in pretty much every friendship situation I've been in. Once again, douche, looks don't equal self worth and I should be proud of myself for x y and z accomplishments, but it's so fucking hard even when I have a wonderful boyfriend who tells me I look beautiful all the time.

Here's the problem. I love food. I love to cook, I love to eat. I do try to cook healthily most of the time, but sometimes I just want a goddamn cheeseburger, all right? I exercise fairly regularly and I try to eat a lot of fruits and vegetables, but that stubborn goddamn weight refuses to come off. I realize I sound crazy and angry, but that's probably because I am. Zach loses weight if he eats healthy for one freaking day, and I can't seem to take any of it off no matter what.

Ugh, I sound whiny and horrible. I'm going to post this anyway, though. This is probably the most serious and introspective blog post I've ever written and it's a bit scary to post it.

Thursday, March 31, 2011

just passing time before the big I.

By big I, I mean my first summer internship interview tomorrow morning. I finally heard back from a few places about summer internships (unpaid, of course) and I jumped at the chance to interview. I hope it's not a bad sign that the first one is taking place on April Fool's Day. The next interview is next Thursday and I can't decide whether I want the one I'm interviewing for tomorrow or the one I'm interviewing for next Thursday. I suppose it doesn't matter until one of them actually offers me a position, but I've still been thinking about it a lot. My suit is ready to go (as are my tights, underwear, bra, shirt, and shoes. I don't like to be running around in the morning looking for things when I'm already nervous enough).

I haven't updated this thing in FOREVER and I noticed today I had a new follower, so I didn't want to be one of those people who never update their blogs and just leave them dusty and alone for months. Lindsay has been trying to get me to make a tumblr but I don't understand them and I don't feel like acquiescing to another trend. Never mind the fact that the situation I just described is exactly how I became a Twitter fiend. The last thing I need is another distraction on the internet, especially with finals season looming and a paper due relatively soon.

In accordance with a few posts ago, here are some recipes I've made recently that were particularly good. This week, it has been all about comfort food. It's been raining and cold and pretty damn miserable, so I took full advantage in the kitchen:

Chicken and Biscuits

This was phenomenal. It was also incredibly easy since I already had leftover shredded up chicken from the night before.

Shepherd's Pie

I just made this a few hours ago for dinner tonight. It came out fabulously and was so simple. Sometimes, you just crave simple foods on a night like tonight.

I have to walk to my internship interview tomorrow. It's only a mile and ordinarily I would not mind it at all, but it's going to be raining and I'm going to be sad and damp. I just have to make sure I bring my ipod to listen to motivational tunes the entire way. I'm thinking Eye of the Tiger and The Final Countdown will definitely be making an appearance.

Man, did I totally forget to post about my ides of March fiasco? THe last time I posted it was February 28, so I must have been too traumatized at the time to post. On March 15, the infamous ides of March that the soothsayer told Caesar to beware, I got five emails from Paypal. They were all receipts for my "recent $200 purchase to Tagged, Inc.". Well, shit. That's $1000 paid to some company I've never heard of on my credit card that's linked to my PayPal account. I immediately notified PayPal that all five charges were DEFINITELY not me and were absolutely fraudulent, and then I called my credit card company in a panic. The very nice woman on the other line assured me that everything would be fine as long as I signed the affidavit they would mail me, and she also closed that credit account so nefarious people could access it no longer. All, it appeared, was well. Until I was sitting on my couch and heard..drip...drip...drip. I start to look for its source and its a light fixture in my hallway that is dripping for no apparent reason. I live in an apartment building and am on the sixth of nine floors. I called our maintenance staff and they looked into the light and asked the woman above me on the seventh floor if she had any issues, but none so far.

Since then, I've mailed the affidavit and have been told by PayPal that they have resolved my problem and have transferred all the money back to my credit card. The dripping has also stopped. Hot diggity!

I also got to see my nephew, the Cutest Baby in the World, one of the first weekends in March. My sister brought him to the east coast to see the entire family and they stayed at my parent's house for a week. He is getting so big, I can't stand it. He's also smiling now which makes me want to cry it's so adorable.

Me and the little guy.

Smiling for his aunt Sue :)

Well, it's probably time to hit the hay and freak out for three hours before I fall asleep, and then hit my interview with a breath of fire. Hopefully I'll update this sooner than a month from now!

Monday, February 28, 2011

busy, not unlike a bee

It has come to this. I am so busy with schoolwork when I'm not in class that I've taken to updating this blog while in class. I don't have much to say, except that I've been applying for summer internships like a crazy woman and I've got two midterms coming up, as well as papers due and somewhere during all of this I am supposed to find a damn dress for Barrister's Ball. I think it's safe to say that was a really grammatically incorrect sentence.

So next weekend I'm heading to Utica to see my little nephew and my family. I'm super-psyched even though it means I have to kill myself doing work this week to be able to make it. I don't even mind though because the way I look at it, I will not have that many opportunities to see him because my sister and her husband and the little guy live in California. I live in Maryland and I am not exactly brimming with time and money to be flying out to the west coast, as much as I would love to be. I wish this country would get on the high-speed rail train. Ha, ha, I am cracking myself up today.

Barrister's Ball is April 9, and tickets go on sale next week. Come hell or high water, I WILL get tickets this year. Last year I did not realize that apparently Barrister's Ball is the most important event of every single law school student's year, and everyone buys their ticket at approximately 12:01 pm on the date they go on sale. They sold out practically instantly. We will be driving back from Utica on Monday so I'm a little worried, but my friend Sarah said that if I give her the money she will buy us tickets during the first block of time. I just have to talk that over with Zach and then I am sure it will be a go. I want to go SO bad and I've been lusting after dresses on Nordstrom Rack dot com during this class, especially this lovely:

I don't mean to sound full of myself, but I look really good in greenish blues, and I just think it looks super flattering and comfortable. I'm weird about buying things online though, just because I always feel the need to try things on and make sure they look absolutely perfect before I buy them. I am very particular about fit and such. I'm going to go to Nordstrom Rack in the Towson mall possibly next weekend to find out if they have it, and if not I'm sure I will find something else. Still, it's only 69 bucks and it comes in my size. We'll have to see.

I watched the Oscars last night while doing Professional Responsibility homework, so my memory of it was peppered with random rules about conflicts of interest while representing organizations. Sad to say that my memory is probably more enjoyable than the memory of someone who watched the entire thing by itself. Okay, Anne Hathaway actually tried. She gave it her damn-near all, and was almost annoyingly bubbly and smiley. I can't fault her for that. Franco, on the other hand...feh. He was totally checked out, and really un-funny. I don't know if he thought he was way too cool (in which case, come to my neighborhood and hang out with all the goddamn hipsters) or too high (which I would normally not care about but come on, man! It's the Oscars!). I was happy that Toy Story 3 won for best animated, but if I am to be perfectly honest, I haven't seen a single other movie that was nominated for an Oscar. I really want to see them all (except The Social Network. I just can't get into the idea of that movie) and after last night, I put all of 'em on my Netflix queue for when they come out on DVD.

All right, this is getting rambly. I just wish the weather would improve.

Monday, February 21, 2011

hippie water

The bottle of water I just bought from the vending machine is claiming that by purchasing it, I just gave 10 cents to a local charity protecting the environment. This is all well and good but I have my suspicions. Why, I'm sure you could get hipsters to buy anything that claims that part of its profits have gone to charity or some such thing. Where's the evidence, hmm, hippie water company?

Anyway, this week is going to be ridiculously busy if I want to go home next weekend to see The World's Cutest Baby (and the rest of my family). I have to apply for about fifty million internships by March 1, do a ton of general schoolwork, finish a draft of a paper and start another paper. Happy days are here again. I was pretty freaked out about all of it last night and couldn't sleep (while next to me, a Nyquil-zonked Zach slept soundly) but when I woke up this morning I felt totally renewed and like I could take it all on easily. I don't know, maybe it's the hippie water.

I'm applying for so many internships because I figure the more I apply for, the better chances of getting a call back from at least one of the places. I'm applying for ones in Baltimore and D.C. that I can semi-easily reach via public transportation because Zach owns the car and will probably be using it for his own purposes. Either that or we could set up some weird carpooling schedule, but either way I'm going to be waking up very early in the summertime.

We got new windows! I don't remember if I mentioned that in the last entry or not because my brain is frankly, fried but they are glorious. I also haven't been linking to recipes lately like I said I would so here's some things I've made lately:

Baked Pasta with Chicken Sausage. I liked this okay but Zach did not, mostly because of the tomato chunks. I'd give it a 6.

Pork Chops in the Slow Cooker. THIS was delicious, and so easy! That crock pot is becoming the best thirty dollars I've ever spent.

Perfect Popcorn. I know, popcorn? Who needs a recipe for popcorn? Well apparently I did, because every time I made it on the stove top I always burnt the bottom of the pan and it was just gross. Alton's method changed my life. Using a big aluminum bowl and covering it with foil made PERFECT popcorn, for realsies. So tasty and almost every single kernel popped.

Stuffed Peppers. I had never had stuffed peppers before, and neither had Zach, so we were slightly skeptical of these but they were very tasty and quite easy to make. This also solidified Bethenny as my very favorite NY Real Housewife.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

sick boyfriend, sore shins.

My poor boyfriend is ill. This happens at least once a semester; he comes down with a debilitating cold for about three days and is totally miserable the entire time, and then goes back to being perfectly healthy.  Right now he is snuggled up on the couch with the heating pad, a cup of tea and a big blanket and I am stuck in here doing homework blogging. I keep trying to get him to drink lots of liquids because for some reason I am fixated on the idea that lots of liquids = get healthy faster, which I'm pretty sure is residual of what my mom did when we were sick as kids.

I should be doing my reading for administrative law, but I'm far too busy looking at cute bikinis on Victorias Secret dot com and thinking that if I do go to the gym at least three or four times a week from now until summer, I will purchase one of those bikinis (I really want THIS one, but in the hot pink color) and wear it out and about on the beach and whatnot. Unfortunately, I had to skip the gym tonight because I ran last night and as a result my shins are screaming in pain and have been all day. I forgot why I hate running. It's not because I get winded too easily (which I do, but that's just because I'm grossly out of shape), it's because my shins apparently don't enjoy it. That's generally why I stick to the elliptical, but last night the gym was ridiculously busy and all were taken.

We are getting new windows in our apartment tomorrow! Our building is pretty old and our windows pretty much blow, they are drafty and rattle and just ugh. So we complained to the leasing office a couple of weeks ago and because our building manager is just the best (I'm not being sarcastic, he's great) the window installers are coming here tomorrow to install brand spanking new windows in our apartment. Very exciting. The windows right now are also ridiculously hard to open without breaking your fingers, so hopefully the new ones will be better in that respect as well. Tonight we have to do some furniture rearranging, though, because the workers need a clear path to the windows and right now our mattress and an end table are in the way. Because Zach is sickly, I'll probably end up doing most of the rearranging myself. Which is fine, because I have been lifting weights at the gym and am now probably grossly overestimating my strength.

PSA: This salsa is the most amazing thing I've ever tasted, and I do not mess around with salsa. It's my favorite snack accompaniment and I am quite discerning, or at least I like to think so. It's all I can do to not eat the entire jar in one sitting. Currently, an unopened jar sits in my refrigerator, mocking me with its tastiness.  Sidenote: I almost always spell refrigerator incorrectly. I'm convinced there should be a 'd' in there.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

baked potatoes for lunch.

Imagine my surprise when I got a postcard in the mail from my close personal friends the Obama family, wishing me a happy new year!

Really, though, I donated to Obama's campaign back in aught eight and since then I have received the odd thing in the mail, to make it seem like he really appreciated that fifteen dollars. I think it's really kind of funny and I plan on sticking this up on my fridge once I get some magnets, which my uber-conservative Bill O'Reilly-watching father will just love. 

Today, I came home with an inexplicable craving for a baked potato. Zach and I only have one class on Tuesdays from 10:30 - 11:45, and then it's free all day. I knew I had potatoes, so I came on home and threw one in the oven. It was delicious. Man, my blog is just chock-full of interesting stories and events, isn't it? I'd be better off if I had kept up with that story about the Obamas being my close personal friends.

This blog is not interesting. I don't really lead an interesting life. The majority of the blogs I read are 'mommy/daddy' blogs about people with children. This is weird to me, considering I don't particularly want children and the only little one I really love is my nephew, John. He's the cutest, smartest baby in the world, don't you know? Anyway, it's really strange to me that I enjoy the blogs of parents so much. I have almost nothing in common with any of them except for the fact that I have changed a diaper in my life, and yet I find myself reading pages and pages of blogs like DooceMimi SmartypantsDaddy Scratches and Kelle Hampton. I have no explanation for this.

I might be getting a little internship soon. I'm nervous. I don't want to say too many details just in case it doesn't pan out, but I'm looking forward to it.

I don't really know how to end this blog, so here's a picture of O.J. Simpson offering up some Christmas ham.

Saturday, February 5, 2011

this blog entry is gonna make me seem like a real alchy.

Tonight, I'm enjoying a cold can of the glorious National Bohemian beer and basically being a homebody on a Saturday night. Zach just bought Dead Space 2 and it is very loud and very scary, so I've retired to my bed with my beer and computer. Thank god for wifi.

I don't know if it's super appropriate to be drinking a beer at 6:30 pm on a Saturday (uh, why wouldn't it be? stupid old Catholic guilt residue!), but here I am.

Recap of the weekend time! Okay, so, on Thursday night I had to attend Phi Alpha Delta initiation with Zach, which ended up at the 13th floor bar at the Belvedere. I had a couple of gin and tonics with the dinner afterward, and then it was JERSDAY! Yes, I, an educated lady who has skin the color of plain yogurt and who has exactly zero animal print articles of clothing, LOVE Jersey Shore. I can't explain it. It's a guilty pleasure that I have seriously come to enjoy over the past year or so. So, Zach, Ellyn and I walked to the liquor store on the way home from the 13th floor and what do our eyes spy in the refrigerated section but...

Yes, the dreaded and ...banned?! Four Loko. Not sure what the specifications of the ban are or whether or not this unnamed liquor store was breaking the law, but we suddenly had the compulsion to purchase four cans (one for each of us including Lindsay, who had class until 9:30 and would meet us at our apartment). Oh, this was truly a terrible idea. But it seemed fabulous at the time. So, Jersey Shore commenced and my boo DJ Pauly D was extraordinarily funny the entire episode. I drank about half of my "Lemonade" Four Loko and apparently this was impressive. I think it just tasted so bad that I wanted to get it over with quickly. I would soon regret this decision. 

Four Loko doesn't give you a normal drunk feeling. It makes you feel crazy. At one point I was interpretive dancing with Lindsay to the Age of Aquarius song by the 5th Dimension. Then, we played the Michael Jackson experience Wii game and I'm not sure, but I think I gave it 110%. I was convinced that it would help me burn off the calories from the Chinese food we ordered earlier in the evening.

So, I think it goes without saying that I remember exactly nothing from that night after we watched 30 Rock and that my head felt like it was in a vise the following morning. Never shall you tempt me with your bright colors and good-sounding flavors again, Four Loko! Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice...shame on me.

The rest of the weekend has been pretty inconsequential. Zach got his Macbook keyboard replaced for free by the kind folks at the Apple Store (the details of the breaking of the keyboard are fuzzy. I maintain my innocence in the matter). I made a nice pasta dish for dinner. I absolutely scrubbed the bathroom and kitchen and did all the laundry, and now there is nothing keeping me from doing homework. Except for blogging, and listening to random music on Pandora radio, and possibly drinking more beer. But we'll see. 

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

oh how I wish I was going to dollar taco night at Holy Frijoles.

So, I just got a text before I sat down for my last class of the day, from my law school pal Zac. Not my boyfriend Zach, my friend Zac. Yes, it is confusing. Anyway, he wanted to know if we wanted to join him for dollar taco night at Holy Frijoles, a Mexican restaurant in Hampden. We went after the end of last semester, and it was absolutely delicious and cheap (well, would have been cheap had I not splurged on a cucumber gin martini. mmm..gin), and I really wanted to go tonight. Sadly, I'm in class until 7:35 p.m. and I swore I would go to the gym after class. I'm also trying to eat significantly healthier, and that does not generally involve gorging on delicious tacos.

I'm in class right now and the lecture is boring me to tears, and my headache is ridiculous. This class always gives me a headache and it's not because of the subject matter, it's because the girl in front of me wears the world's strongest perfume. I know I've ranted about this on twitter and facebook but honestly, it's getting really bad. I never thought I was very sensitive to smells, either. I can walk through a Bath and Body Works or a Yankee Candle Store without any problem, and I do wear perfume, it's just very light and you can't really smell it unless you're RIGHT NEXT TO MY NECK. I narrowed it down to the culprit today because she was late to class and the smell was not present until she sat down. I can't even describe's very harsh and strong, but not particularly flowery..ah. I don't know. Anyway, this class is basically me being surrounded by annoying sounds and smells. The guy next to me chews his gum loudly, and the girl next to me and the guy behind me both clear their throats 2000 times per class session. My senses, they are assaulted.

I'm wearing my contacts today. I hate working out with my glasses on, and I didn't want to shove my contacts in in the gym locker room, so I put them in at home around 1pm during my break. So far my eyes aren't red, but I am going to keep wearing them very sparingly because I don't want to look like the Black Swan poster every day of my life again. Although, if they do have the same effect on my eyes, I could probably be Natalie Portman in that scene for next Halloween, as long as I lose about sixty pounds.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

An update before class.

So, basically after my challenge was over, I pretty much stopped updating this thing. I've been so, so busy with classes and getting back in the swing of things at school that blogging is pretty much the last priority. I have some time before I have to leave for class at three, so while I enjoy this cup of tea I'll make a little update.

I got back from California on January 9, and classes began January 11. That meant that I had only two days in which to get over jet lag, purchase my books for the upcoming semester, complete my homework for the first day of classes, oh, and sleep. It was exhausting and I think I napped for eight hours in one day after the first week was over. It was totally worth it nephew is the world's cutest baby and I am so glad I got to spend time with him. I can't wait until my sister comes out to visit in February/March (she has not decided yet).

Look at that face! 

My classes this semester are great so far. I've gotten called on in Con Crim Pro TWICE so far (he cold called on me the first day, and the third class he began calling on people row by row. I sit in the first row.) Astoundingly, I knew the answer both times. I think I am finally getting used to this "talking in class" thing.

I was relatively pleased with all of my grades from last semester. I did much better than I have done in the past and I didn't feel that crushing despair I normally feel when I receive my G.P.A. I am very busy with classes, like I said, but I've still been able to see my friends and hang out with them when I have the time. I've even been able to cook a bit. I think I'm going to start linking to recipes in my blog that I made that week, meals that ended up being delicious. Here are a couple:

Roasted Eggplant Soup. Sounds odd, I know, and I've actually never eaten eggplant before, but it was delicious. If you like things with a little kick (and I do), I highly recommend adding her "spice suggestions", which I believe are 1-2 teaspoons of cumin, 1 teaspoon of coriander and a pinch of red pepper flakes. I just had a bowl for lunch and it was perfect for a rainy day like today.

Roasted Chicken with Balsamic Bell Peppers. This was so tasty and healthy, too! Zach's mom has a subscription to Cooking Light and I read a few of her copies over break, and then I checked out the website to see what they had for ideas. I just used the thin sliced chicken cutlets that I normally use to make anything with chicken and everything turned out great. Zach was skeptical, but he cleaned his plate.

That's basically all the "real" recipes I've made this week (I also made chicken parmesan and a stir fry over rice, but those aren't really recipes). This weekend I plan to organize my cupboards and take stock of all of the things I have, because I almost always end up overbuying things when I don't realize I already have them. For example, my six cans of black beans.

I was in Target a couple of days ago and I saw that they had a 6 quart Crock Pot on sale for only $30! I've always wanted a slow cooker, especially this semester because there are two days a week when Zach and I don't get back from class until almost 8 p.m. and it would be nice to have a meal all warm and ready to go. It also came with a "Little Dipper" which is basically a teeny Crock Pot to put warm dips in for parties. I was pleased, because I didn't realize that when I bought it so it was a nice added bonus. I think this week I am going to attempt beef stew in it, so we will see how that goes.

I have to head off to class now. See ya, three blog readers!

Thursday, January 6, 2011

new bangs, new year.

I'm still in Lake Tahoe, CA with my family visiting my sister/brother in law and brand new nephew. He is simply adorable. He is currently at his first doctor's appointment so I am just hanging out at their house by myself. Did some laundry and whatnot.

Four out of five of my grades have been posted, and I'm relatively pleased with all of them so far. I suppose that has a lot to do with the second year curve being higher, but I do feel as if I worked much harder this semester and I actually understood a lot of my classes (which is pretty much a first, haha) so I'm happy.

Time to go finish the laundry. It's the least I can do while I'm still here.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

last challenge. THANK GOD

Day 30 – A photograph of youself today + three good things that have happened in the past 30 days

That's me in front of Lake Tahoe. My sister lives out here and it's awesome.

Three good things that have happened in the past thirty days:

1. My first nephew was born/I got to meet my first nephew. He is precious.
2. Got fairly decent grades for the 3/5 classes I took this past semester. I say 3/5 only because I haven't received the final two grades yet.
3. I am done with this foolish challenge. 

Tuesday, January 4, 2011


Day 29 – Something you could never get tired of doing.

That's impossible. Even if I love doing something very much, it's impossible not to get tired of it. For the sake of this insanely hyperbolic question, I'll say either sleeping or snuggling with Zachy. I know, ew, stop it, disgusting. Possibly also reading terrible celebrity gossip blogs online. I know, my pseudo-intellectualism is a total sham. 

Sunday, January 2, 2011

been taking a coupla days off to hang out with a baby.

Day 28 – Your favorite movie.

No way I can pick just one. UP is amazing, There Will Be Blood was great, and I can't not watch Forrest Gump every time it's on TV.