Day 616: Voices from the midnight blues
Apr. 25th, 2008 12:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nagi_schwarzSo I studied my little tail off today, first with my mom, and then again with Keske and Rhodes. After running into Mr. Jensen I mostly discovered that I actually haven't learned a thing and that I'm not prepared for this test at all, but then this is exam by ambush, and so no one's ready for it, not really. I'm sure that even Dehner, who took the CALI for this class last semester, doesn't feel ready.
I've stopped caring about feeling ready. I walked to school today because my car was in the shop. I was hoping it'd be a bit cooler, that I could walk, listen to music, and pretend I was with Ericka, wandering the streets of Cedar City and talking about how I should have been a flower instead of a person because then I'd never have to eat, I could have green hair, all the sun I wanted, and I could drink water like none other. Instead it was a touch too warm and humid, and I was nervous because I didn't have any knives on me.
Mom and I watched Enchantment. We watched Martian Child last night, Enchantment tonight, and so maybe we'll watch August Rush tomorrow night. Who knows.
Justin is coming out here next weekend, the Saturday after my last final. But next Friday night, after my last final, Keske and I are going to see RENT. I conned him into going. He has guard drill the next day, and he was annoyed because he'd wanted to go out and get booze-bombed like pretty much the rest of the law school, and I told him it would be better to be a bit tired from watching a musical than to be ruthlessly hung over. So I get to go see RENT live. I'm inexpressibly excited. Still, Justin is coming, and will get to see my place and the city I have learned to also call home, and then we will drive home together, all three of us.
My sister has been calling loads, lately. She calls all the time at home, too. And Mom calls to check up on Dad, who is all alone at home for the first time ever and Mom's worried about him. Dad, in turn, checks up on me, and it's good to hear his voice, especially knowing that he'll be out of the country soon. Last night I stayed up almost absurdly late talking to Schu on Skype. And tonight Logan called me. He calls me on his drive to work, just so we can hear each other's voices and maybe so he has something to distract him from the horror of the fact that he's going to work. We talk about big things and small things, like that he finally saw Memento, would like to borrow the Crow, and I should attempt to see Cloverfield (Schu recommended it as well).
It's been good, hearing friends voices. Most nights, after a test or a long day of studying, it's me alone in my flat, listening to music and not talking for hours on end. I got to chat with Panda online as well, and it was good to hear from him. I can almost imagine his voice.
It's like this is the one last pull together for the summer before everything blows apart, and we're flung to the ends of the earth to pursue our own destinies back to the center or die trying. I'm looking forward to this summer. Mostly, I'm looking forward to being done with law school for a few months.
I am going to make it.
I've stopped caring about feeling ready. I walked to school today because my car was in the shop. I was hoping it'd be a bit cooler, that I could walk, listen to music, and pretend I was with Ericka, wandering the streets of Cedar City and talking about how I should have been a flower instead of a person because then I'd never have to eat, I could have green hair, all the sun I wanted, and I could drink water like none other. Instead it was a touch too warm and humid, and I was nervous because I didn't have any knives on me.
Mom and I watched Enchantment. We watched Martian Child last night, Enchantment tonight, and so maybe we'll watch August Rush tomorrow night. Who knows.
Justin is coming out here next weekend, the Saturday after my last final. But next Friday night, after my last final, Keske and I are going to see RENT. I conned him into going. He has guard drill the next day, and he was annoyed because he'd wanted to go out and get booze-bombed like pretty much the rest of the law school, and I told him it would be better to be a bit tired from watching a musical than to be ruthlessly hung over. So I get to go see RENT live. I'm inexpressibly excited. Still, Justin is coming, and will get to see my place and the city I have learned to also call home, and then we will drive home together, all three of us.
My sister has been calling loads, lately. She calls all the time at home, too. And Mom calls to check up on Dad, who is all alone at home for the first time ever and Mom's worried about him. Dad, in turn, checks up on me, and it's good to hear his voice, especially knowing that he'll be out of the country soon. Last night I stayed up almost absurdly late talking to Schu on Skype. And tonight Logan called me. He calls me on his drive to work, just so we can hear each other's voices and maybe so he has something to distract him from the horror of the fact that he's going to work. We talk about big things and small things, like that he finally saw Memento, would like to borrow the Crow, and I should attempt to see Cloverfield (Schu recommended it as well).
It's been good, hearing friends voices. Most nights, after a test or a long day of studying, it's me alone in my flat, listening to music and not talking for hours on end. I got to chat with Panda online as well, and it was good to hear from him. I can almost imagine his voice.
It's like this is the one last pull together for the summer before everything blows apart, and we're flung to the ends of the earth to pursue our own destinies back to the center or die trying. I'm looking forward to this summer. Mostly, I'm looking forward to being done with law school for a few months.
I am going to make it.
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Date: 2008-04-26 07:50 pm (UTC)Love you,
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