saturday, 30 september, 2000

Reading: Guerrilla Tactics to Getting the Legal Job of Your Dreams. The interviewing techniques are fantastic. I've already found some mistakes I've made in the past. Watching: Very little, actually. I've been surprisingly busy since the big news hit on Wednesday. And I must admit, I have completely fallen off the Olympic bandwagon that I was so tightly hitched to last week. I can't explain it, so I'm blaming it on NBC's coverage. It's been too difficult to follow. Listening: Madonna's Music. It's... interesting. It hasn't bowled me over or anything. I like "What It Feels Like For A Girl": When you open up your mouth to speak, could you be a little weak? That hits home sometimes. Drinking:Mountain Sun organic juice. I first had it at my friend Laura's in California. It looks like slop, but my goodness, it is delicious. I don't know if I can go back to Ocean Spray. Anticipating: The season premiere of The West Wing. Only five days! Contemplating: Speaking of which, read me now and believe me later, but the girl who plays Mallory, Leo's daughter, on The West Wing, is the same exact girl who played Jenny on Kate and Allie. Requesting: Actually, I am no longer requesting anything, since new and better sources have informed me that they will indeed be rerunning the season finale of The X-Files. Which is a good thing, because nobody answered me, and it made me feel incredibly pathetic that I might be the only one who records that show simply for posterity. (I record The West Wing, too. Bet you're surprised.) {--} There's no better way of exercising the imagination than the study of law. No poet ever interpreted nature as freely as a lawyer interprets truth. -- Jean Geiraudoux {--} Link of the Day: The Good Things I'm linking to Jennifer because I lost her for a while, and I'm very glad to have found her again.

So, my parents are here for two days, and it's very cool. I picked them up at the airport (with, of course, a little bit of a mix-up, because I thought they were coming in from Pittsburgh so I was waiting outside one gate for what I thought would be 45 minutes, but it turns out they had come in from Philadelphia and had arrived 10 minutes earlier two gates over), we drove away from the airport (with, of course, a little bit of a mix-up, because my father left a bag on the plane, so we had to turn around), and went to dinner. I really do love my parents. It's quite disgusting. I love the fact that they flew all the way out here for two days just to celebrate my becoming a lawyer. I love the fact that my father played me a song as part of my congratulatory gift. I love the fact that my mother doesn't laugh at him for doing stuff like that. Cheese, cheese, cheese, sap sap sap. However, I do not love them enough to let them stay with me. My apartment is just not big enough for three people to move around in comfortably. Plus my father is allergic to the cat anyway, so I sent them off to the local Holiday Inn Express, and everybody is happy. {--}          {--}          {--} I found out that my friend in Colorado passed his bar as well. I'm just so proud of us, because he swum around in the bottom half of the class with me, and we used to joke about how many times it was going to take us to become lawyers. Yay us. (Part of me wonders if this is normal, if everyone else who passes the bar spends a few days in la-la land about it.) Anyway, I found out that I don't have to go back to Jefferson City on Friday to be sworn in, which is what they told us initially. I don't care if I ever go back to Jefferson City again in my life, and not just because I had to take the bar there. But as it turns out, they are holding a swearing-in in Kansas City on the 27th for those who can't make it next Friday. Well, there's no way I'm driving two and a half hours for a twenty minute ceremony, so technically, I can't make it. {--}          {--}          {--} I've been having extraordinarily vivid dreams lately. I suppose it's probably because of the stress of not knowing and the excitement of knowing, working its way through my unconscious. But it's bizarre. Last night, I dreamed about my dog, Katie, who was put to sleep in April of 1998. (Okay, I never said it was meaningful.) Anyway, I just remember petting her while she stood in front of me, alive as can be, and thinking, I know she's dead, but she feels so real. I kept saying to myself over and over how realistic it was, but I never came to the conclusion that I was dreaming. I know that people can learn to control their dreams. Actually, I've read about a technique for children to learn to combat nightmares. They design a "zapper" tool to use to fight the monsters, and before they go to sleep, they picture the tool hanging from their belts, and they picture themselves zapping the monster. It's supposed to be very effective. I, however, do not need to zap any monsters, so I'm not exactly sure what I would do if I ever figured out how to control my dreams, but I'm fairly certain that Jude Law would be involved.