the glamorous life (or anything but?)

I'm listening to Fergie, obviously. Well, right now it's only playing in my head because I'm sitting in K2 and it doesn't really seem to be the place to blast this song on my laptop. Just overheard to my right: "She doesn't really think we're lesbians, does she?" Guy wayyy to my right is seriously attractive AND has some sort of Scottish/British(?) accent .... but he's seated with two little kids. Ugh. Guy to my left has a definitive Irish accent, but is seriously unattractive. What's going on here?

So Jen started a summer blog and has inspired me to put some kind of effort into doing this instead of these lame bullet points. Today at least I'll try to string actual sentences together.

The weekend was really low-key as far as weekends go; Saturday I had a 7 hour law library shift, after which I babysat for four hours. The dog didn't eat my phone this time, though she did chew up one of the little boy's books and some foam letters. I seriously can't tear stuff away from her mouth fast enough. Basically, by the end of the day I went crazy from sitting by myself so many hours in front of books. In general, I don't mind being alone but twelve straight hours of it was excessive. I finished Summer by Edith Wharton (I kind of skimmed the last fifteen or so pages because I got fed up with the plot, predicted what would happen, and decided if I read anymore I'd get too depressed), did some MCAT orgo (minimal), and started Prince of the Marshes. Also read most of the NY Times Sunday magazine ... I liked the article about red-shirting kindergarteners (It is true that Connecticut has the latest birthday deadline of all the states for starting kindergarten, confirming my assertion that I am not young for my class year; everyone else is just old !)

(update -- Shit shit my physics lab TA is sitting right across from me; there is no way he can NOT see me ... will not look up ... Hey, would it be inappropriate if I cornered him and demanded he explain why the hell I got that grade in his class?? hah, how uncomfortable would it be if I emailed him about it right now? ok, going to pretend he isn't there ... I'm really good at this...)

Continuing with my weekend narrative -- Sunday morning I went to church with D, which sent us further down the path to hell with our inappropriate running commentary on people's clothes, the atrocious music selection, and the old woman next to us who may or may not have been dying. When I came back I tried to work at Starbucks but I ended up driving aimlessly around Litchfield County for about an hour before I finally made myself study. At night I went back to D's house to watch the rubber match of the Boston-New York series. Four hours of baseball excitement concluded my weekend.

Lab today needs no further explanation ... tediummmmm ... know the classic explanation for not wanting to do research -- "I don't want to sit hunched over a lab bench all day" ? -- well that is exactly what I am doing, hunching, because lab stools have no backs and it's killing my shoulders a little bit. I can't complain too much because I took almost a 2 hour lunch today at Moka with M & J (friends from high school) who are working in New Haven at a psychology clinic and a law firm this summer, respectively. It still wasn't enough time to catch up so hopefully this will happen more often.

Last tutoring session tonight and maybe I will try to cut back on the work a little bit and enjoy life ... thank God I no longer have to feign a thorough understanding of geometry ... I feel almost free.