Mirth, misery, and madness

Now conveniently combined here.

Mirth for obvious reasons.

Misery at seeing the horrible abuse some people commit.

And most of all, madness because it's driving me crazy that I had to stop reading the site because I was laughing too much and causing disruption in the library so I have to wait until I get home to see the rest.

I'm "blaming" you, R2!

New Year, New Haircut

So I got my hair cut yesterday and I'm going through the weird new haircut phase. I like the way it turned out (and my sister tells me it's super-cute, which is a relief because it's kind of different and new) but I'm having a hard time getting used to it not being there anymore, length-wise, and having a lot more of it fall into my face than usual. I keep doing the little head-shake thing to make it fall into place, and sometimes I forget that there's a new place it's supposed to be falling into than it used to do so I end up shaking my head over and over like I've got some sort of palsy. And I have no idea if I can actually keep it looking cute -- those of you who know me (and if you're actually reading this blog, chances are very good that you do) know that my hair and I have a standing feud and I tend to lose more skirmishes than I'd like. (Booo!) Plus the fact that you can never get it looking like the stylist did it. Oh well. Par for the course.

But in the meantime, it's way cute (palsy notwithstanding). Just ask Rachel.

(And Happy 2008, everybody!)

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas to all (maybe) seven of my readers! (And anyone who may be reading that I don't know about.)

I'll post the stories from the rest of finals after the holiday.

Happy Holidays!
(And happy Christmahannakwanzaadanstice, too.)

One down, two (and a half) to go...

Just got out of my contracts final. The passages have been rited (rites have been passaged?) it went a lot better than I thought it would and I'm not dead yet, etc.

Now excuse me, but I have to go celebrate with ice cream.

*squee!*

A call for help in Washington

To all (maybe) seven of my readers:

I received this email from a blogging friend today and surfaced from the pile of papers that is cramming for finals to pass it along:

Hello my lovely bloggy friends,

I spent the day yesterday helping dig people out of the mud and flood waters of Western Washington. Hundreds of homes have been damaged or destroyed and there is a HUGE need for help and donations as many of the families have lost everything. I’m need help spreading the word out about the relief efforts. I just posted a request for help on Daring Young Mom and Seattle Mom Blogs and I’d be so grateful if you’d send your readers my way. I don’t normally ask for this kind of help but I’m collecting as many donations of goods as I can locally and it’s just not enough. I think that if we work together, we can really make a difference in these people’s lives. Thanks for taking the time to read this and if you’re interested in helping, please take a minute to read my post.

http://www.daringyoungmom.com/2007/12/08/flood-washington-with-relief/


Cheers!

-Kathryn


Please take a moment to read her post for more information about the problem and for links to donate (including links to the American Red Cross and LDS Humanitarian services). If you could spread the word on your own blogs as well that would be great (although obviously you don't have to if you're not comfortable with that; I won't be offended).

Thank you for your support!


P.S. On a sort of related but less drastic note, Shallow Man and I could also really use your prayers right now and through the next two weeks as we're getting ready for and taking law school finals. (And in return I promise some sort of real update as soon as finals are done.) Thank you and we love you all.

Memo 3 = very no

Ick. That's about all I have to say. And all I have time to say. So, in my absence (Memo 3 is due Monday), I leave you with these words of wisdom.

Oh, and in case you were wondering, both Pavarotti and Mr Darcy = very yes.

Even past overwhelmed now...

I probably shouldn't have joked about fish last time, because the day after my last post, I figuratively got swallowed by a whale. Well, actually, I think the whale dropped on me first and then swallowed me, but at any rate, let's just say it was dark and depressing.

The eventual upshot of this is that I am now currently about a week behind in all of my classes except one (and that one is mostly because the professor issued a revised reading sheet because HE was running a week and a half behind). In one of my behind classes this doesn't really matter as much because I've already been grilled, but in the other one (the hardest class of all) I hadn't been called on yet. I emailed the professor and explained the situation to him and asked him to please not call on me for the rest of the week while I got things sorted out.

Well, he didn't get the email.

He called on me today (my first day back in class) and I had to say (in front of 100 people, give or take) that I hadn't had a chance to read that case yet. He moved on to the next victim and I sat there feeling stupid and bright red and cursing modern technology that can't deliver an email properly.

And then we moved on to the next case and he called on me again. "Have you had a chance to read this one?" I just had to shake my head and feel even stupider and bright redder. (Have I mentioned that my own personal version of hell is being publicly humiliated by being made to look stupid for all eternity? Well, that and being forced to watch all Will Ferrell movies -- with the exception of Stranger than Fiction.)

After class I went up and told him I'd sent him an email that morning and promptly started to cry (UGH) from embarrassment and the afore-mentioned whale issues. He apologized profusely and expressed his sympathy and we worked everything out, so I'm, in his words, "fully absolved" and he doesn't think I'm a slacker or anything like that.

But what is still making me squirm (and what will probably make me squirm for several successive four-o-clock-in-the-mornings to come is that now almost 100 people think I'm a slacker. And they don't even know that I had a more-than-good excuse.

Current number of actual recurring nightmares experienced while awake this week: Two.

I guess that's what I get for mocking fish.