Ode to livejournal.

I've decided to move my blogging activities to blogspot, so faithful readers, you can follow me here from now on:

marathoncontraspie.blogspot.comI feel a bit like a traitor. I've had my lj for nearly ten years. It got me through my first love, depression, the phase where I wrote pithy and ponderous prose of the shorter-than ( Read more... )

Today I started out a lighter run - I was figuring maybe four miles. It was incredible how easy it felt. Even with the temperature up the way it is. I was struggling with my regular pace because it felt too slow and irresistably inching up to speeds that I normally find a little bit tiring; today they were no sweat (well, there was sweat, but you ( Read more... )

Today I've found myself in the delightfully difficult position of having forgotten my lunch. In the past I've forgotten part of my lunch, but never the entire thing. I blame this on tango. I shouldn't, but I shall ( Read more... )

Well, I never expected it to happen, but I seem to be in the middle of a work drought. Most of the attorneys are out of the office, most of my projects are waiting for somebody else's input and I'm down to my backup assignments - the ones without any palpable deadline or requisite skill for completion. My day has consequently gone pretty slowly, ( Read more... )

So I'm enjoying this running thing in my quest to faux-train for my faux-half-marathon, but I have to say that it definitely complicates some theoretically uncomplicated things more than other forms of less-endurance-centric exercise. Mostly, eating. It really complicates eating ( Read more... )

Ok, so of my classes in spring quarter, essentially the only one I liked was criminal law. It was well-presented, well-organized, interesting... I thought the assignments were fair. I thought the test was fair. And I thought - altogether - I was doing pretty damn well in that class. I figured it would be the one to pull my dismal post-"I give up" ( Read more... )

In school, I am a nomad. No sitting in one place for more than an hour or two. An hour and a half here and then it is time to lug what certainly feels like the totality of my possessions (laptop, books, food, water, cell phone, wallet... what else could a girl need?) to another location. An hour later: lug and move along. My school life is governed ( Read more... )

Sometimes I think our legal system is very passive-aggressive. Think about your typical relationship stereotype: person X has these internal standards that if transgressed piss her off. Sometimes these fluctuate. Sometimes she doesn't exactly let on what they are because she doesn't want to be seen as crazy or neurotic or maybe she just assumes ( Read more... )

Law School exams aren't just long, hard, complicated essay tests... I think a classmate once compared them to a situation where a helicopter drops a bunch of people in the desert without water and then the pilot judges the "winner" on how close he got to the river before dying of thirst. This is about accurate. But I like to think I've learned ( Read more... )

I am desperately trying to be a good girl and put together a Conlaw outline, but partially due to my own inattention in the first month or so and partially to my teacher's proclivity for random tangents and lack of a really clear structure... well it's a monster. I basically have outlines of outlines and chapter headings at the begining of every ( Read more... )