"you had a bad day"

There is no such thing as a bad day or a good day. Days are neutral. It's all depends on which facts your mind decides to dwell on.

Let's just say, just for example, within one week you:

-missed the ferry four times
-lost your umbrella
-lost a homework assignment
-started drinking coffee again after swearing to quit
-finally found out your grade for a summer class (UH!)
-found out you needed to fork over another $170 for school related goods and services
-cell phone went off in class
-found out you have to explain to the many who RSVP'ed for the important (IMPORTANT!) work meeting you organized why it has been cancelled a SECOND time.....
- feel like you've gained 15 lbs from stress
-fell and tripped in downtown Seattle due to the immense weight of your book bag
-got up and fell again, this time actually worrying if you would pass out from the loss of blood (not to mention it got all over your favorite jeans, oh yeah, and hurt like hell!)

even if all this happened to you in one week, with the right state of mind, you could still manage to pull of a "good" week.

Too bad I don't have that state of mind.

Although, i must finally admit that this week hasn't been a total loss. Getting to know my new classmates, I've made more friends in a week than I have in the past year. It's also great because the guys in Section A are super friendly, but it's not because they are hitting on you! Upon discovering that most of them are already "taken" you realize you have encountered one of the rarest species on earth- genuinely nice guys without ulterior motives!

Sherlock is put to work

Somethings will always remain a mystery.

For example, what exactly are these kids are doing outside Target?

Why the sighting of an icecream truck at 10pm has the ability to put this expression on my face:

And...why my cousin's husband freakishly resembles this guy (btw- who would buy this at a second hand store anyway??):

Self Commute

Gulls circle wildly
to be the first to perch
upon slick black posts
ferry waves lap beneath us
calming wooden planks
that echo footsteps of all sizes.

My place in line
a Gaza to grip tightly.
Between another tailored shirt
And dark North Face fleece.

Black suits, blue suits
A bruised flock pours into the terminal
Blank faces, breaths smell of coffee
Weave a consecutive string of morning breath

A man waves on board
Signals the herd to shuffle forward
Toe upon heel
Short aggressive steps
Weave around the feeble and the leisurely--
Natural selection at work
determines who will enjoy the window booths

Social dictums need not apply
To the plenum of the
Ferry Commuters.
Disgust curdles under my breath
is not enough for me to give up
a seat on the next #12 bus

Law School Orientation

After an all day orientation session, a hoard of new 1L's were excited, eager, and ready for "the bar". The local happy hour bar that is.

At the suggestion of our very own Student Bar Association Vice President, we all met up at Barca to conclude our introduction to the world of legal studies. We traveled to the bar in waves where a blue ticket for a free drink awaited each of us. I knew there it was more than coincidence that law students are alway associated with "the bar".

Here we are, Section A's Dangerous Duo.


There is nothing more dangerous than a group of drunk law students arguing politics:

"You think President Bush is HOT?!?"Abe yelled as I ducked and covered my face.

"That is the most distrubing political statement I have heard all night!" Zack shook his head dumbfounded.

"BUT! He has the lowest BMI of any President! Even though we don't like his politics, that counts for something!" I respond with my over-used defense. Looking at the resigned and shocked faces around me, I do what anyone would do in this situation, "This girl needs another drink!" I yell and point to myself as the waitress walks by.

Substance A-booze

Is there a Lost and Found for self-control?


No, I don't need to be under the influence to golf like a flamingo- I can do that all by myself thank you.

Made from 100% concentrate

My BF involuntarily makes a special face when he is doing something that requires a lot of concentration. When he is working on his car, doing his hair, or balancing his checkbook, you might be lucky enough to see it.

I give him a hard time about his unique facial expression and let him know when he is making it. I know he gets fed up with my "consentration face" jokes and how I always bring it up in conversation-- but if he could only see it for himself he would know how cute it is.

The essence of the Concentration Face can never really be captured through photography, however, there were a couple moments this weekend when I got pretty darn close....

Tying a tie:



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