Remember how I'm taking Physical Science 100 my LAST undergraduate term?

Yeah. But my professor is the definition of radical... "I don't get paid enough to do this, but..."


I was rolling on the floor for the next hour.

Then it's all I could talk about at coffee with Telly and Kyle. (That and bonding over how Bethenny Frankel is hilarious about "losing her attitude" on her show and Twitter.)

Then later with Jax I am told that I'm "such a little crackhead" for still being obsessed.

What can I say? I'm scared of science, but I guess it is tolerable when said professor makes huge attempts to keep our attention.

Did I mention it was a 100 level class and I out-age the median age by 3 years at least? Raise the roof.

I think I'm a little bit in love with you

Type in 'Lykke Li' on Pandora Radio... because Swedish techno is great, and they deserve some love after being wronged...

This is what my life in Scandinavia would look like: friends wearing suspenders and maxidresses frolicking around in drapes...enjoying the few hours of sunlight in a clean white walled house. haha.



I have an averse reaction to the library. I feel physically sick to my stomach. Maybe because I just saw BYUSA (or people posing as BYUSA- that would be epic if it were true) dishing out free egg nog in front of the Wilk and one guy puking very loudly 5 feet from them. I'm seriously dry-heaving here in one of many pro-Shh zones...

As if finals weren't nauseating enough!

I'm grateful for...

Southwest Airlines, who free-of-charge (actually, put me $20 in the green!), gave me an extra 2 days of Thanksgiving holiday when I impulsively decided a few hours before my Sunday evening flight that I could not leave California just yet...

And among many other things, Courtney aka Sandra (as in Day O'Connor), for turning in a paper for me today.

I even thought up a short ballad parody about her yesterday, to the tune of that African song WASPy folk (me included, of course) pass off as elementary cultural experience:

Day O' [as in Sandra Day O'Connor]

Me say Dayyy O'

Deadline come and me wan' stay home.

Elated

I have had a professor this semester that has been particularly perplexing to please.

So I can't describe my tired happiness when after I spend hourrrs (and I mean HOURRRS) working on a midterm he emails a few minutes ago from Vienna (aside from the point, except to explain further how I'm wearily jealous) to tell me that my draft does not warrant any comments, just maybe polish up a few sentences in the opening?

CAN DO!

We all know rough drafts are the hardest ones to make, so yeah, I'll own up to sheer gratitude right now.

Sorry for the horn tootage.

Elate yourself with these fellas:

"At first blush..."

Remember that law book that has left me on the verge of tears a few times?

Today it made me smile!

In delivering the Court's opinion in Cohen v. California (that found it was unconstitutional to convict a man (Cohen) wearing a jacket in a federal courthouse with "F*** the Draft' on it), Justice Harlan said:

"The case may seem at first blush too inconsequential to find its way into our books, but the issue it presents is of no small constitutional significance."


In the pages that followed, the opinion kept stating "the four-letter word" in a rather cheeky (pun intended!) way, as if the justices were giggling to themselves as they skirted the obscenity.

Nerd alert for sure...oh school...

photo via here

Just about the cutest thing.

The last time math was fun was when my middle school algebra teacher did a "NEAR...FAR" Grover imitation (with hands flailing- he was hysterical) to better explain the concept of positive and negative numbers.

What's your favorite Sesame Street memory?

The button

First day of school, 30 mins before class starts, a button pops off my new pants, derailing my outfit of a month-long vision.

I'm on my hands and knees trying to find it, to no avail...

Severely thrown off, I am late to my first class by probably 30 seconds, but nonetheless welcomed to scores of eyes as I traverse in front of all of them in the middle of the professor's introductions, climbing over several people to get a seat.
NICE.

Later, I crack open my 'law school primer' (as I'm calling it) class book and want to cry. So I lay on my bed in the fetal position and take deep breaths...for about an hour, trying to think happy thoughts ("think of the happiest things" as Peter Pan would say).
Eyes assume that on-the-brink-of-a-meltdown sting-y feeling for probably 48 hours, with accompanying zombie-like exhaustion.

New apartment's air conditioning is broken, so even Utah feels like a rainforest: sleeping with no clothes on, taking cold showers...with each heated exhale, the point is further proven that there should NOT be school when it is this hot out.

Basically, I'm still mourning summer's end and getting my trash full on drop-kicked by school.

BUT THINGS ARE LOOKING UP:

Two people (both male, one professor in the middle of a lecture) said my hair looked great (and you know I NEVER 'do' my hair),

Three of my good friends (Murfie, Sponge and Coppins) are in my pseudo-law school class,

AND

my jaw/neck/head BARELY HURT. For probably the first time in at least a year. Miracles happen.


So you know, there are always two sides to every button.
(Even if said button is still MIA.)