valadilenne: (Darkplace: SUCK ON SANCH'S GUN)
I've been irrevocably busy.

Sunday was our big group study session, with lots of arguing over the best policy argument to make if a question on slayer statutes came up, copious amounts of Mountain Dew, and also some episodes of The Office.

Yesterday Tyler, Carly and I got together and reviewed leaseholds and played about two hours of Rock Band. Tyler made me play drums, which was fucking hilarious because I had never touched drums before and just sat there beating the hell out of the plastic part and not the rubber pad. I got all the rhythm patterns right, but he was busting up laughing at me for flailing (I looked like Animal from the Muppets) like I did. Also we finally got my DS Lite shipped out and he cut me a check for the eBay fees.

Last night I couldn't get to sleep, and when I finally did I woke up at 3 and had every song we played on Rock Band stuck in my head, over and over and over. Finally I took half a melatonin and got some rest.

The Property exam was hard. I think the biggest problem for me with law finals is that I lose my steam after the second big question. The first question always has me putting in lots of details, but eventually I get sick of playing the game for gimme points and want to get the hell out of there and go eat lunch. Everyone was in the exam room until 1--even Shelley left really late, and she normally leaves halfway before the time ends. Four hour cumulative exams for the only grade you get in a class.

Don't go to law school, kids.

Or if you do, do like I do and play copious amounts of Kingdom Hearts after the final is over.

And congratulations on graduating, El. You should get online sometime and tell me how it went.
Oh, except that I bought a bag of Skittles 41oz wide to ring in law school finals. Might as well welcome death with open arms. 8D

Haha but no seriously it's like 50 degrees here! And it's 90 about three hours south. I wonder, after the cold spring we've had, what summer will be like.

In the meantime, I woke up this morning and thought to myself:
"O -> A for life, and then to B and her heirs. A has a life estate. B has a contingent remainder in a fee simple absolute, and O has a reversion in fee simple absolute."

You and me, Property. Let's go, right here. I'll take you. TAKE YOU.
valadilenne: (Ferris Bueller: Cameron looking down)
Better the devil you know, than the devil you don't.
valadilenne: (Nature: sunrise field city)
The lightning turned the sky maroon at intervals, and at 10:30 the power went out. It was far too windy to go outside (it was raining sideways into my window so that it got all over the wooden sill) so I stayed inside and just went to bed. It was nice to have the complex's lights all dark for an hour or so. It was hard to fall asleep; I've grown up with the understanding that thunderstorms are too exciting to be missed. There's that literal feeling of electricity, so I didn't fall asleep for a while.

I think I'm back in love with LOCI. I can't believe I missed Sunday's episode. Might have to figure out how to watch a rerun. Like maybe stealing. Oh, Goren. I've missed you, even if you do need a shave and a diet.
valadilenne: (Whimsy: Bowling for Geishas)

It's a wacky movie about the story of Sita and Rama, told in funky animation and with 1920s jazz music. Sita is faithful to Rama when she's abducted by a god, but he doubts her and makes her go through a trial by fire. She gives birth to his sons, and he doubts her again, sending her away. Eventually she shows him up by being swallowed into the earth as proof of her fidelity to him.
valadilenne: (Beaton: GLEE)
Maaaaan guess what I was listening to today and what it reminded me of!

How lame am I to be reposting old LJ entries, but this one is private so I'm posting it again because it entertains me so much

If you really think about it, you could relate the theme song to the old Heathcliff cartoon show to Wuthering Heights. No lie:

Heathcliff, Heathcliff no one should terrify their neighborhood.
But Heathcliff just won't be undone, playing pranks on everyone.

There's a race to be on top the competition doesn't stop.
Mixing with the ladies fair: being charming, debonair.

The gang will rein supreme and no one can deny.
They'll make some history and always have an alibi.
So join in the jubilee the cats are great, they'll all agree.
You'll find in each calamity the cat superiority.

Huh, ah oh, oh ah oh, ah uh. Huh oh ah, ah oh, oh ah oh uh uh.
Heathcliff, Heathcliff no one should terrify the neighborhood.
But Heathcliff just won't be undone you should realize he can win it with you!

It's not just an upbeat 80's theme song: it's the anthem of a tortured soul.
valadilenne: (Movies: Oh Wolf you are 100% hotness)
I watched it, and I can't help but think it would have ended so much better had Laurie gone off with Jud Fry instead of insipid, airheaded Curley.

There's an entire song about how all the townspeople will mourn Jud when he's "daid," but the ending of the whole movie involves him being quickly shoved out of sight, probably headfirst into an unmarked grave, so the clean and pretty people can have a sham murder trial and let the prom king and queen saunter off in their fringe-top surrey.

I really think it would have been a far more interesting exploration of the characters. He was just lonely and misunderstood, and he had more genuine feeling for Laurie than the guy who looks like he has to put his hair in rods every night before bed. Tormented anti-heroes are so much more fascinating than patented, squeaky-clean guys in white duds.

Also Scott Cohen (see icon) played a pedophile councilman on tonight's premiere of Criminal Intent. It was weird seeing him a decade after 10th Kingdom, but he's just as rakish and good-looking as ever. That's probably going to be the first thing I do after finals are over--sit down and watch that entire miniseries like it's 2001 again. Oh yes.
valadilenne: (Ferris Bueller: Cameron looking down)
The melatonin I've been taking to help me fall asleep faster has done exactly what I suspected it would and given me vivid, almost lucidly real dreams and things that I want. It's like... I can't think of an Aesop's Fable or some Greek myth off the top of my head at 7:10 in the morning, but it's giving me what I apparently long for but what I ultimately can't have. It's very frustrating to wake up in the morning and realize and then forget.

This morning I dreamed there was a Wikipedia entry giving various literary critiques of things I've written over the years, and all I could think about was wanting to read it so badly. But then I couldn't, because we rushed off to a gardening store and the man behind the cash register had a mustache and he made me a Mylar balloon because he liked what I had written.

Now I can't get this song out of my head.

I dreamed last night I was on the boat to Heaven
And by some chance I had brought my dice along
And there I stood
And I hollered "Someone fade me!"
But the passengers they knew right from wrong
'Cause the people all said
"Sit down, sit down you're rockin' the boat."
valadilenne: (And I'm his friend Jesus!)
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I would pick something that has had absolutely nothing to do with my entire life.

"Rocky Raccoon," by the Beatles.

Now the doctor came in
stinking of gin
and proceeded to lie on the table
Said "Rocky you've met your match."
Rocky said "Doc, it's only a scratch
And I'll be better
I'll be better Doc as soon as I am able."
valadilenne: (Whimsy: Cartoon brolly)

Obsessions before finals:

1. John Simm and Catherine Tate are coming back to Doctor Who. And John has a lighter hair color. Squee. Please please please, RTD, answer my sincere request and make the Master a regular. Why can't he be a regular. Ugh.
2. I got the new blue DSi and Animal Crossing is now twice as bright and colorful and ridiculous.
3. Twitter. But people need to shut the hell up about taxes and tea parties. I swear...
4. I have a new fish necklace. It has a tail on a hinge and it swims when I walk.
5. "Mode: After Hours." I can't stop watching Marc and Amanda be silly besties--I want a special fag to be a hag with. My best gay went off to art school. I've tried to fill the void with gamernerds, but the law has a tendency to make things difficult.

I want it to be summer. And I want me to stop eating chocolate. Gives me the shakes.
valadilenne: (Nature: violet sunset)
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What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind.

"Intimations of Immortality," William Wordsworth

I have had an ongoing blood feud with Wordsworth for some time. He was the most prominent of the lake poets and was the most guilty of their crime--thinking that poetry could somehow lift up the impoverished unskilled laborers who were forced to move from the country to the city during the Industrial Revolution. They believed that poetry could save their souls and inspire them to return to their roots. This was before he became a tax collector and was happy to make money off the poor. Arrogant asshattery, in other words.

But this passage does something to me. It seems to say that even though the brilliance and beauty of youth leave us all at some point, we still have our memories of what was once great, and no one can take that away from us. It moves away from what his central message originally was. It's such a beautiful and honest sentiment that I'm really looking forward to visiting the Lakes this summer.

Oh man

Apr. 10th, 2009 07:42 pm
valadilenne: (Alice: Tulgey Wood)

I couldn't resist. Yeah, they're way too expensive. But they're so awesome.
valadilenne: (Alice: tea party table)

It's amazing how much they reused over the years, but in a fascinating way.
valadilenne: (Travel: Big wheel keep on turnin')
There's the most gorgeous full moon at an angle coming in through my window tonight. If I just turn my head to look over my shoulder it stares back at me. It hasn't been on this side of the apartment complex since November.

The moon doesn't look silver to me except when it's at an apex, right at the top of the sky over my head. Tonight it's a pale gold or yellow, and the rabbit is up there making rice in a pot.


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