Law School Boys

They are so weird. Especially the ones that randomly come to hang out in our kitchen. Because they are obviously guests in our apartment, but they get real rude and it is absurd.

Today's Example:

[Massive girl talk going on . . . sadly interrupted by knock on the door.]

Boy: Hey, I just stopped by with this bottle of alcohol.

Roommate: Why is there no label on it?

Boy: I ripped it off. It's a mystery. We'll all do a taste test together. [Read- he is both sexually frustrated and sketchy]

Me: I mean that's Tito's Vodka because it has the bronze cap.

Boy: Yes.

[Everyone else takes shots while I try to submit a job application . . . public interest woes]

Boy: Let's go to Sonoma. I will take you all it will be great. I will show you everything.

Roomate: But who will be the designated driver?

Boy: Her (pointing to me).

Me: Ew. Who are you. [Read- Not even Dom Perigno will be able to buy your way back into this apt again.]

I hate rude boys.

Good Days and Yummy Drinks

Yay for peace in la casa!

In honor of that . . .

Recipe for Kiwinis:

Peel and cut kiwis (as many kiwis as servings) into quarters and blend in blender/food processor.

Halve strawberries (or peel and dice peaches) and blend.

Pour kiwi into the bottom of champagne glasses.

Pour strawberry or peach blend on top of the kiwi layer.

Add prosecco (or champagne) on top.

You can add OJ for sweetness if you want.

It will turn out looking adorable with three distinct layers and you can mix them after serving.

XOXO

I wish that . . .

I did not have "Ryan started the fire" stuck in my head

The Victoria's Secret store here would sell UW gear

I knew that I would not be unemployed next year

I could find a white apron for my Halloween costume

I could be playing Settlers.

The Worst

I thought losing my best friend was hard, but this is harder. I understand that she can't control how she feels and that it isn't her fault but I wonder if she knows how much this is hurting the rest of us. No parent should have to wake up in the morning and wonder if this is the last day they will have with their child. I am really really good at denial and making myself not feel, but it's hard for me to stay that way when I see how badly my parents are doing. And after seeing them so justifiably concerned that the worst might happen, how can I sleep at night without wondering if when I go back to school that will be the last time I ever see her?

I feel like we are all trying really hard to smile and shop and eat and have fun and all the while we are slowly freezing to death. All of us. Because if she goes, I don't know how the rest of us will survive.

2000-and late

Things I thought I would be doing this summer: R and R and learning about the differences between Alabama and Georgia criminal law and Hotlanta boys.

Things I did not think I would be doing this summer: Insomnia and learning about the differences between voluntary and involuntary commitment and re-starting down the same dead end path.

Solution: DENIAL yay.