January 2012
22 posts
“Warum sind tausend Kilo eine Tonne?
Warum ist drei mal drei nicht sieben?...”
“I don’t want to sell anything, buy anything, or process anything as a...”
“After I shut the door and started back to the living room, he yelled something...”
internz.
This will probably my last post in awhile because law school is about to get real (bad). I cannot promise I will be better at writing or calling than I was last semester, but my Facebook is usually up. When I’m a ballin attorney I’ll make up for it with lavish gifts.
After the whole “garroting with Garret” experience, I’ve taken to my usual two halves of being-...
wir sind allle fremd.
wir gehen alle irgendwo
wir wissen nicht warum.
wir wissen nicht wo.
wir wissen nicht wie.
wir probieren alle Droegen.
wir mussen alles erleben.
wir lieben alle die Sachen, dass wir nicht lieben sollen.
Wir lieben nicht die Sachen, dass wir lieben sollen.
wir sind alle fremd.
wir sind alle verloren.
alles sehr schoen.
wir mussen alles erleben.
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Maenner sind bloed?
One time in college German, I was terrified of the professor. We were studying the risque/ great children’s author, WWII era poet, Erich Kaestner (who is SUCH a baller- wikipedia that shit). We were talking about men and war and war fever.. .something highly intellectual and lovely and my professor asked ME what I thought about the poem. Yikes.
Sputtering, I replied, maenner sind bloed (men...
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grading scale.
tomorrow I get my grades for how well (poorly?) I did last semester.
First of all, no one is going to know my REAL grades except my mom and dad because I tell them everything.
And they, in their lovely way, will be very happy for me or tell me what they think I should do to work harder, and give their advice for how to better myself. Which I take because they honestly know best (I’ve...
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“I think there is a big place in the world for tangible visible things. Its nice...”
people behaving badly.
in between library sessions and other important things of business that are very adult like and… important… I have not been behaving terribly well this weekend.
Last night I’m pretty sure I was intoxicated for a rather long time.
and Thursday.
normally, this would be OK, but I did promise myself that in 2012 I would exhibit some sort of something called self control.
and...
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cities aviv/digital lows
I’m kind of a music whore.
it’s fine. I grew up with my mother’s Culture Club craze, mixed in a bit of Dan’s favorite song: Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap and my aunt’s Bob Marley/ Tribe craze my grandfather’s love of the Beatles and you get… my sister and I. My first CDs were Pure Disco and DMX’s It’s Dark and Hell is Hot. Musically gifted?...
http://www.npr.org/2012/01/13/144924564/not-your-pa... →
when I was little one of my poems got published in this small book of little kid poetry. I can’t remember what the poem was, the name of the book or anything important like that. All I remember is that I felt like such a badass. I still kind of do.
I used to think that all poems had to rhyme. Then I got real. My favorites DONT rhyme (The Laughing Heart & In Hardwood Groves). A nice...
go west... daughter!
Today was the first day of my second semester of law school.
I am not going to lie, I was not stoked about it. but… my professor is the president of the ACLU and even though I have a SHIT ton of stuff to do, I feel like I understand property, contracts and con law a LITTLE bit better than torts, civ pro and criminal law (oh God, crim law).
After reading reading reading I just looked up...
BWI
Airports are named after famous people. Sometimes. Most times? I never noticed that pattern until I realized that I was traveling from Thurgood Marshall to John F. Kennedy. Dur.
I spent like an hour an a half at BWI. Mostly talking on the phone or reading. Drinking out of my enormous OSU Medical Center water bottle. Wearing a slutty lace top under a grandma sweater. Looking like I just got out...
“There are two mistakes one can make along the road to truth
- not going all the...”
– Buddha (via creatingaquietmind)
the best in the midwest
people in the Midwest are super friendly. Well, in Columbus. At the bank. and the store. And elsewhere. I forgot how nice they were. Like asking about your day. Rawr rawr rawr.
I came to Columbus to see my sister, two of my very best friends and an assortment of other characters. I did not think I would feel this sense of comfort and nostalgia at being somewhere I felt so home.
I knew where I...
