Okay, I lied. Here's another post.

I have a weird habit of buying clothing and shoes and not wearing them for a long time after the purchase. Buyer's remorse isn't really to blame. Rather, I think I just feel self-conscious when I wear something new, and I try to put off those feelings as long as possible.

Last spring, I bought a pair of scarlet Pumas in Belmont. Once I brought them home, I thought they were way too bright and clashed with all my sadly-grey clothing. So they stayed in the shoebox with the little preserver packet until yesterday.

I capitulated to SoCal winter nights, which are not conducive to flip-flops. And now everyone keeps telling me about how cool my shoes are. And then they all laugh at me when I tell them when I bought them. So now I feel marginally hip. Yay :)

Yes. Underneath this tough exterior is a little girl yearning for attention.

Another case in point: when I first went to office hours for my Contracts professor, I nervously introduced myself, and he gave me a funny look. "I'm not gonna remember your name," he scoffed. What a way to put a 1L at ease.

As I left his office hours today, he called after me and said, "Hey mct, is this yours?"

Awesome.

tidbits to munch on

I got to see Gary on Friday. Very cool. We worked on our respective projects in the morning like the un-sexy couple we are, and then we ate, and then we watched the Incredibles, and then we ate again.

Here's some Incredibles trivia: Edna is supposed to be half-Japanese, half-German, which is supposed to explain her excellence at combining design with function. And her weird voice.

One of these days after my finals are over, I'll go into a big monologue about why teenage couples feel the need to stand around and hug each other in public. I study at my local library, so I see them everywhere: near the cubicles, in the lobby, on the steps. Hugging as if letting go with sever their love forever. Or something naively romantic like that.

Or I'll discuss little girls with ponchos.

Or how my annoyance with boys in my class will quickly overshadow Gary's disgust for girls.

Or why Lost is awesome.

Until then, I will be buried in practice exams and outlines and flowcharts. (I'm in a weird mood, in case you can't tell)

can this be true?

Today starts the four-week countdown to finals. *gulp*

r e d

I was bemoaning our presidential election over dinner with Adrienne and Tedd last night (yay!) , and I said how a district-by-district map of the US might be less striking than the sea of red in the state-by-state electoral maps. Man, was I wrong. (see here) Even California, my beloved home state, is Bush country east of the San Andreas fault. And is it really possible that Kerry won no counties -- not one -- in Nebraska and Oklahoma? This befuddles me.

clarification

On second read of my first post for today, I realized that "Al" could be construed as Al Gore. My apologies. I'm done with him. I'm talkin' about Rev. Sharpton!

I just walked into my house, overhearing my mother telling her friend how it's so weird to have the daughter that didn't go to Berkeley be so liberal, and how it's because she's young. aaaarrrrggghhhh. THIS is why I did not want to tell her who I voted for. I respect my parents, and I can see why they might support Bush. But I don't like Bush! So leave me alone!

*pouts in the corner with arms crossed*

Ahead to 2008

I've been saying for weeks now that I "knew" Kerry was going to lose. I was trying to prepare myself for the worst (or, at least, the undesired), and I also just had a feeling. My Republican friend couldn't understand my conviction; to her, the race was a dead heat.

And yet, ever since I heard that Kerry was going to concede this morning, I've been a little ... sad. Not because I feel bad for Kerry. Not because I think this country is going to hell. Not because I think 59 million people did the wrong thing.

I feel sad because it's over. I don't want more months of partisan jabs, but what do we do now with the grassroots momementum? I want to get excited for 2008, when I'll be a lawyer and actually have a little bit of money and power to push John E. or Hillary or Barack or Al into office. On the other hand, didn't massive amounts of people try to make that happen today, and didn't all those efforts not work? I feel like I can't sustain enough excitement because the ugly face of failure keeps bringing me down.

Is this what not being able to hold an erection feels like?

Two thoughts have been helpful in relieving the sting of the results.
1) Barack Obama. He better do a good job. I will NOT be disappointed by the first politician that I'm actually excited about.
2) Howard Dean. If he can move on, I can too. Check out his funny radio commercial (mp3 here).