Truth be told, I miss you

O hai thar, law school. I guess you're ready to start up again.

At least I'm taking a small course load, only 13 hours. Even if it wasn't exactly intentional, as none of the other 2 credit courses appealed to me or fit into my schedule.

It's going to be so hard getting up at 6:00 every morning again.

Dear Brooksie,

No pressure, because I love you regardless, but could you score a goal or two tonight please? I'm starting to get all superstitious and paranoid that I jinxed you by ordering your name on my jersey.

XOXO

It's way too fucking cold outside for south Louisiana. My heater ran non-stop for two hours after I got back to my apartment, and it's not like I had it cranked up that high either, I usually set it at 65 but I have it at 68 right now. I'm already curled up in bed under my comforter and another blanket. This is what I get for turning off the heater entirely before I went home for break. I'm going to have to pull out my under armour.

I don't know why I stayed home so long. I do it every break, and I never learn my lesson. Me moving somewhere that makes it impractical for me to see them more than three times a year, max, would be the best thing for my relationship with my family.

I wish jersey customization didn't take so long. This waiting is making me impatient.

I really want to get another tattoo. I actually have the money to get one right now, but I'm too indecisive to make up my mind on what I want to have done first. Also still have to wait for Katelin, because she will kill me if I get one without her there to observe.

Why am I not tired? Monday morning is going to be hell, with my sleep schedule fucked up as it is.

Yay I got my student loan disbursement email today which means I didn't fail out.

Oh fuuck, this means I actually have to go to class Monday.

In honor of the great Saúl Litvinoff, probably one of the most intelligent people I have ever met and Civil Code reviser extraordinaire, I had to pour out some champagne tonight. Rest in peace, you crazy Argentinian.

It's not like it was unexpected, even if he wouldn't be my first choice, Ovi is one of the leaders on the team.

But can we at least give Brooks Laich a fucking A already?

And I especially hate how this is just going to continue playing into the Sid v. Ovi narrative.

Also sad: Greener's sexy shiner is pretty much gone.

And on a more personal note, good thing I'll be back in Baton Rouge for the Caps/Pens game, because it would make for a very uncomfortable viewing with dad.

On a happier note, happy early birthday JCarlson! BB D doin' us proud.

For a 44 year old, Steve Yzerman is a fox.

Now announce already. I have shit to do today.

I'm just going to ignore my feelings about the trade for now to comment on how badly I now want a Chimera jersey, not because I like the guy, but because he has the most bad-ass namesake ever.

EVER.

I don't know how I'll be able to restrain myself from pronouncing it like the mythological beast, though. Add him to the list along with Aucoin, Pothier and Theodore (I can't help myself with the French names, though I maintain that the way I pronounce Theodore is right and everyone else is wrong, as he actually IS French and his name was pronounced correctly as such when he first came into the league).

I can't believe I wasted that much space talking about Jose after the game he just played.

One of the unexpected perks of being home alone is that I don't have to worry about the parents complaining about my consumption of their alcohol. Ever since they started riding motorcycles, they've started drinking more than they used to, and their favorite mixed drink is a Long Island iced tea, so they have a lovely variety of booze.

Really, this is shaping up to be such a lovely late night, as Hedwig and the Angry Inch is playing right now, and I have such love for that movie. And my inner Classics nerd really loves "The Origin of Love" because of the whole Plato's Symposium inspiration.

I love that my parents have NHL Network.

Chocolate cherry cake makes for an excellent bribe.

I want to go shoe shopping pretty badly (thanks fedzgurl91). I do need some new sneakers, but what I really want is a pair of dark grey suede boots, which I have found the perfect pair but alas the only size left is in narrow, which will not work for my stupid wide feet. Ah well, practicality will win out for now.

Well. My family certainly knows how to make Christmas painful for me. Glad that's over.

So the parents went off on their trip to Key West today for who knows how long, and I spent pretty much all day in bed watching TV. It was wonderful. And helpful, since I probably won't be getting much sleep tonight. I've never been able to sleep well when I'm alone in this house. I blame my parents, I think they made me paranoid that something bad might happen because they never wanted me to be alone here in case something actually did go wrong when I was younger. As it is, I've got all of the lights in the house on. I'm kind of ridiculous.

The closest I've come to being productive today is baking a cake for Katie, as a sort of "happy belated birthday, sorry I'm broke and can't buy you a real present" thing.

Man, have the Caps been awesome lately or what? Although, Brooks, dude, what's been up with you lately? If I weren't now also dog-sitting for my neighbor while she goes on vacation, I'd say screw it and just buy a plane ticket to DC for the game Monday. Bah. Everyone's having fun but me.

I think I'm going to pop in a movie, cuddle up with the dogs and cat, and hopefully I'll fall asleep some time soon.

When I was a kid, and my parents would drive around the city looking at Christmas lights, I was always jealous of the houses that had the Cajun Santa decorations, with alligators pulling a pirogue. Someday, when I have my own yard, no matter where said lawn is, I'm going to have the Cajun Santa decorations. Not that I'm all that into Christmas to begin with (except for the crass commercialization, I'm totally into that, because honestly who doesn't love presents?), but still. Must keep my childhood oaths.

But this Christmas has been especially shitty, considering the tragedy of last week. So my mom started talking about taking a little vacation so that my dad could relax a bit. Only I'm not invited. They're talking about Key West. So just to recap, my parents are going to Florida, my sister and her family are going to be in Hawaii, and I'm stuck in New Iberia babysitting my sister's dog.

I'm so over Christmas holiday.

Just to sort of sum things up. Fuck Christmastime.

Oh jeez, it's so nice to not have anything to do. And it's so nice to actually get a full nine hours of sleep every night. And to be able to read a book just for fun. Even though my mom keeps buying me chocolate, which is just killing me.

Law school has finally come in handy in my personal life. I tricked my mom into admitting what she's gotten me for Christmas. Now if I could just convince her to go along with my fly-me-to-DC-for-a-game plan...

Katie and I discovered that with student IDs, we can get $7.50 tickets for Gator games. And they actually won Saturday, which was nice. This team lives and dies by its goaltending, and luckily dude was on fire that night. Afterward we went meet Katie's bf at a Mexican restaurant, where I made up for last Tuesday's defeat by tequila. Part of it was that Katie has a ridiculously low tolerance for alcohol, so I had to pace myself so I could drive her ass home, but still. And now I need to find a reason to go back to that restaurant, because hellooo cute waiter.

The rest of this week is going to be so boring. I had to put my car in the shop for a bunch of random maintenance stuff, so no going places for me. Sad.

Also, holy shit. Finally got caught up on Dexter and just: holy shit. Why must there be such a long break between seasons? At least Showtime has announced when the new season of Nurse Jackie's coming out, and Weeds and Tudors should also be close to coming out with new seasons.

Ugh, I wish I could fast forward 24 hours. In theory, since our prof is allowing us to take in our notes, this should be one of my "easy" exams, but since I've got well over 100 pages of notes, it won't be so simple as looking something up if I can't remember it. Should've broken out the highlighters and page tabs sooner. But I'm too tired to stay up for that, so I'll have to rush it in the morning.

But oh just one more to go and then I'm free for an entire month of blissful laziness. Though it is too bad that the restaurant we're going to for celebratory drinks has its half-priced margarita special on Wednesday rather than Tuesday. C'est la vie.

And then I'll be homeward bound for probably the rest of December. But so not looking forward to Christmas with the family after this past Thanksgiving's debacle. At least there's the NHL network and that I'll actually have time to go to a few games in person and mom's talking about a big-ass shopping trip and I won't have to spend my own money on, like, food (and I'm really looking forward to seeing how low I can get my energy bill, this month it was all of $33 which is a new personal best) to make up for it.

Katie and I have already made plans for this Saturday's game, and it will be just like old times except that this team sucks and will probably lose. Though it's pretty funny that they had a player named Chris Clark and BB's son Ben for a couple of games, but since management's strategy seems to be changing players every couple of games rather than trying to actually build a team and develop chemistry, they're apparently already gone.

Oh, Caps. You're pretty much the best thing in my life right now. You and being able to study at La Madeleine with their free coffee refills and crazy delicious sacher torte have pretty much gotten me through finals.

Dear Caps,
More like this, please.

Love,
Sarah

SNOW!

*is happy now*

/back to studying.

I'm now realizing that I don't have my camera to take pictures for evidence, because I left it at my parents' house over Thanksgiving. And for the snow last year, my old camera decided not to work anymore. The first time in my life I'll have seen snow two winters in a row, and I have pictures of neither occurrence. Not that it's actually cold enough outside today to stick, but still.

It's too bad I can't make it to the Gators game tonight, since it would be the most authentic feeling hockey game ever if it's snowing out.

Mmmm, now I really want some good soup.

Also, looking at that map just reminds that Plaquemines parish is not long for this world. Goodness gracious.

Why am I still awake? Oh right, I've practically had a coffee IV since 7:00 am. I love wintertime because of Starbucks' peppermint mochas. Sugar + caffeine = happiness. Thankfully tomorrow's an off day, so I can sleep late. And then cram for admin law. Speaking of, Richards, I've really enjoyed your class and I appreciate that you've given us review questions to help prepare for the exam, some of which will actually be on the exam, but 400 is a bit excessive. Who has time to go over that many?

I have been so ridiculously emotional lately. I teared up listening to Taylor Swift's "Love Story" on the radio while driving home after taking my tax exam. That's actually pretty embarrassing to admit.

And speaking of the tax exam, on the one hand I love when professors give us word limits, as I don't spend the last 10 minutes of the exam period freaking out over whether I haven't written enough. On the other hand, when you're over the limit and you have to start pruning out words, starting with all the articles, some prepositions, and adding gratuitous hyphens, it's kind of painful to read an answer that comes out something like, "payments designated child-support in written-support-agreement, get deduction §71c: child-support not GI." Good times.

For some reason, I've really been wanting to go to the aquarium lately. I guess it's because I went to the zoo this summer, and visits to the zoo and aquarium seem to go hand in hand. Maybe I can convince Katie to take another trip with me to New Orleans over winter break.

Law school needs more field trips. Saying that I recall the dream I had last year about hooking up with my law school crush on a field trip to a rhinoceros farm in the Atchafalaya Basin. I miss having my completely random and bizarre dreams. I used to have at least once every couple of weeks but I don't think I've had a single one this entire semester. Sad.

Also, since at this point I think I'd rather sit outside in shorts and a t-shirt and possibly catch pneumonia than study for Income Tax anymore, I've been taking a ton of online quizzes and one in particular has me lol'ing over this: In love, you are an easy person to fall for. But you're not an easy person to stay in love with. Although you are quite flexible, you often come off as aloof or argumentative. I always knew I should never get married.

Dear Mother Nature,
Could we please have one day of sunshine this week? It's been shitty enough without needing to be gloomy and rainy and cold. I did hear a rumor of possible snow Friday night, for which I will forgive the sunlessness if you make happen. Three winters in a row with snow would be so awesome and probably be a record down here. Then again, if it snows Friday night it will definitely all be melted by the time I get out of my exam Saturday afternoon so maybe scratch that.

If that stupid fucking exam program freezes my computer again tomorrow, I might seriously throw my computer out the window. Ok, not really, because our classrooms don't have windows, but I'll be thinking about it. I haven't written that much by hand in two years and my fingers hurt. At least Sebastian cheered me up a bit.

I am pouting right now and I don't care.

I should not be allowed to make life decisions anymore.

Six more days. Erin has agreed to clear her schedule Tuesday night to be my DD, and we will go to a Mexican restaurant where I will imbibe many margaritas. It will be glorious.