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I wish I just had reading to do. Reading is easy. I can just pick up the book or print out the article, read the thing, and check it off my list. No problem. It's the other things...researching and writing. Those are so much more nebulous. Not easy to check off and that's all I want to do right now. Feel productive without working hard.
I went to my last college basketball game yesterday. GW lost, as is their wont this season. It was a familiar story. They played hard and the game was close until the end when the other team's depth and experience won out. It was a strange Senior Night in that the only senior of consequence, Maureece Rice, had been kicked off the team two days earlier and the program acted like he and his three years and twenty four games of service didn't exist. Bizarre. As the final seconds ticked down and we sang the fight song one last time, I'm not going to lie, I got a little choked up. No tears or anything. Just a minor hitch in the voice for just a second. Still, knowing this was the last one kinda brought home the end of college in a way that nothing else has so far.
We followed up the basketball game with another Mousetrap. Pretty good, though I missed Love Will Tear Us Apart by about 15 mintues. Three funny stories emerged from the night. The first one: We're on the Metro and Elizabeth is talking about her 21st birthday. She's talking about how she flirted with the bouncer and the bartender in order to get some friends in and then she says "God gave me double d's and no shame for a reason." At this point the large black man in the row in front of her turns around to get a good ol' view of Elizabeth's breasts. It was so obvious that it was hard not to laugh. Second story, we had put all our coats on a shelf on the wall at the Black Cat. They were all together in one place, except Varun couldn't find his. He proceeded to knock over literally every coat on the shelf trying to find his. This goes on for five minutes as he gets increasingly frantic and keeps knocking things over until he finally found it. Story numero tres, is just that Tom and Steve talked to some older women. Steve's was way way older (36 year old divorcee!) and Tom's was 29. She thinks he's 24 and out of college. Tom's going to try and run with it because she's also an amateur model. I'll keep the lj updated.
Law school decisions had been pretty easy up until now. No matter how much I hemmed and hawed, I pretty much figured I would end up going to Harvard. Things got difficult again yesterday when I got a phone call telling me I'd been accepted to Yale also. Obviously, this is difficult in a good way. I'm pretty much in the Catbird's seat. I'm even impressing myself at this point. Still, now I've got to make a real decision on the merits again and it's definitely a toughie.
I went to my last college basketball game yesterday. GW lost, as is their wont this season. It was a familiar story. They played hard and the game was close until the end when the other team's depth and experience won out. It was a strange Senior Night in that the only senior of consequence, Maureece Rice, had been kicked off the team two days earlier and the program acted like he and his three years and twenty four games of service didn't exist. Bizarre. As the final seconds ticked down and we sang the fight song one last time, I'm not going to lie, I got a little choked up. No tears or anything. Just a minor hitch in the voice for just a second. Still, knowing this was the last one kinda brought home the end of college in a way that nothing else has so far.
We followed up the basketball game with another Mousetrap. Pretty good, though I missed Love Will Tear Us Apart by about 15 mintues. Three funny stories emerged from the night. The first one: We're on the Metro and Elizabeth is talking about her 21st birthday. She's talking about how she flirted with the bouncer and the bartender in order to get some friends in and then she says "God gave me double d's and no shame for a reason." At this point the large black man in the row in front of her turns around to get a good ol' view of Elizabeth's breasts. It was so obvious that it was hard not to laugh. Second story, we had put all our coats on a shelf on the wall at the Black Cat. They were all together in one place, except Varun couldn't find his. He proceeded to knock over literally every coat on the shelf trying to find his. This goes on for five minutes as he gets increasingly frantic and keeps knocking things over until he finally found it. Story numero tres, is just that Tom and Steve talked to some older women. Steve's was way way older (36 year old divorcee!) and Tom's was 29. She thinks he's 24 and out of college. Tom's going to try and run with it because she's also an amateur model. I'll keep the lj updated.
Law school decisions had been pretty easy up until now. No matter how much I hemmed and hawed, I pretty much figured I would end up going to Harvard. Things got difficult again yesterday when I got a phone call telling me I'd been accepted to Yale also. Obviously, this is difficult in a good way. I'm pretty much in the Catbird's seat. I'm even impressing myself at this point. Still, now I've got to make a real decision on the merits again and it's definitely a toughie.