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Day 668: Just call me...
Sep. 14th, 2008 12:59 pmCrazy.
Thursday was a long day. Very long. We had witness exam practice, which is time consuming and a bit scary as, I frequently blank out at very important moments. On a better note, I got to school at six and busted through my homework pretty well. I worked with Kyle M. in legal writing on the first part of my writing, which was pretty awesome. He's a good guy. Our small group instructor let us go early so we could get to the OBA dinner, which I think he had to be at as well. I was sorely tempted to skip it, but I really can't afford to waste money and I'd bought my ticket, so I went. The deal was I'd meet up with Xiao Qian and we'd drive home together as she literally lives on my street. I met up with Angela, which was nice. She and her friend Katie were ten times better at schmoozing than I was. We ran into a drunk Shad, who insisted I needed to booze to get through the night. I tried to explain to him that being frigid and generally unsociable was how I got through the night without booze. At least the booze was good. Xiao Qian and I begged off early, and on the way out we stopped to talk to Dean Dallon. In the car on the way home, Xiao Qian told me that she always feels calm and warm whenever she's around Dean Dallon and that he reminds her of Buddah. I never really believed people when they said that others can feel the spirit of good people, but I believe now. I managed to call my parents on Thursday night, which was nice, as when I'd talked to them on Wednesday I was pretty much a zombie.
Of course, the story people care about is Friday. When Nagi went golfing. My new nickname at law school, I fear, will be Happy Gilmore. Because I'm awful at golf. Paul was by far the best, with Matt running a quick second and Sylvia in third. Sylvia and I were stationed on the same golf cart, and we took turns driving, so it was fun. I got lost on the way there and was hoping to beg off if it rained, but Paul helped me score some clubs and away we went. It was dim and drizzled almost the entire time, and by the end of it all I was irretrievably grass-stained and mud-spattered. But it was fun. Loads of fun. We laughed and talked and joked, and I didn't care that I was bad. Apparently, all that miniature golf was good for something, because when we made it to the green my putting wasn't half bad. I had a really good time despite being perpetually wet and cold. And I became better friends with Matt and Paul.
Afterwards I got dreadfully lost looking for a WalMart in hopes of getting some fun noodles, but it was to no avail. So I ended up at the art store to score some wire in hopes of learning to make jewelry, chain-mail style, and then Jason helped me out at Lowe's so I could get sword-making supplies. It was seven in the evening by the time I got done (I was home from golfing before two) and I was exhausted. I'd forgotten how a quick shopping trip isn't so quick in a big city. The weather was giving me a headache, so I came home, turned on some Witchblade, and stayed up awfully late watching.
I love Gabriel Bowman. A lot. More first season than second. I absolutely adore first-season Ian Nottingham. I love him lots. Second-seasn Ian is a nutcase, though. Urk. I thought I'd seen the entire series, but I was wrong and managed to catch some fun surprises in second season. Although mostly I curl up on the couch and yell at the screen for Sara and Ian to kiss already. Because they totally should've. In first season.
Yesterday was awesomely productive. I cleaned my entire apartment, did my laundry, read all but two cases, baked cookies, went to a baptism, and made foam swords. That look rather disturbingly like little buster swords. It's impossible to get foam noodles at this time of year - I knew I should've gotten some of the ones on sale when I was at WalMart last - but Jason was the man and scored me some. Only they were flower-shaped. But I made the swords. Hopefully they're big and unwieldy enough that anyone who fancies himself Musashi tomorrow night won't have the speed they need to hurt someone. It was an exercise in learning, and fun all the same. And then there was more Witchblade.
I went to the Cold Springs ward today with Jason so he can start going to his own congregation, should he ever get baptized. On the way home from church I saw this sad little old homeless dude standing on the corner with a sign that said "Homeless, anything will help, God Bless." I felt really bad for him, so I rushed home, made him a peanut-butter and jelly sandwich, threw in a bottle of water and some nuts and a bag of chips, and went to see him. I took knives, my keys, and cellphone for good measure in case he ended up being a psycho killer. He didn't even speak English very well - I think he was Chinese - but he thanked me for the food. Mostly I hope he's not allergic to peanuts, and I told him to give the sandwich to someone else if he was allergic, but I'm not sure he understood. Still, he didn't try to kill me, and I learned something new about the crossing lights around my intersection, so that's what counts.
Now I'm going to spend the rest of my day writing letters and things.
And things.
Thursday was a long day. Very long. We had witness exam practice, which is time consuming and a bit scary as, I frequently blank out at very important moments. On a better note, I got to school at six and busted through my homework pretty well. I worked with Kyle M. in legal writing on the first part of my writing, which was pretty awesome. He's a good guy. Our small group instructor let us go early so we could get to the OBA dinner, which I think he had to be at as well. I was sorely tempted to skip it, but I really can't afford to waste money and I'd bought my ticket, so I went. The deal was I'd meet up with Xiao Qian and we'd drive home together as she literally lives on my street. I met up with Angela, which was nice. She and her friend Katie were ten times better at schmoozing than I was. We ran into a drunk Shad, who insisted I needed to booze to get through the night. I tried to explain to him that being frigid and generally unsociable was how I got through the night without booze. At least the booze was good. Xiao Qian and I begged off early, and on the way out we stopped to talk to Dean Dallon. In the car on the way home, Xiao Qian told me that she always feels calm and warm whenever she's around Dean Dallon and that he reminds her of Buddah. I never really believed people when they said that others can feel the spirit of good people, but I believe now. I managed to call my parents on Thursday night, which was nice, as when I'd talked to them on Wednesday I was pretty much a zombie.
Of course, the story people care about is Friday. When Nagi went golfing. My new nickname at law school, I fear, will be Happy Gilmore. Because I'm awful at golf. Paul was by far the best, with Matt running a quick second and Sylvia in third. Sylvia and I were stationed on the same golf cart, and we took turns driving, so it was fun. I got lost on the way there and was hoping to beg off if it rained, but Paul helped me score some clubs and away we went. It was dim and drizzled almost the entire time, and by the end of it all I was irretrievably grass-stained and mud-spattered. But it was fun. Loads of fun. We laughed and talked and joked, and I didn't care that I was bad. Apparently, all that miniature golf was good for something, because when we made it to the green my putting wasn't half bad. I had a really good time despite being perpetually wet and cold. And I became better friends with Matt and Paul.
Afterwards I got dreadfully lost looking for a WalMart in hopes of getting some fun noodles, but it was to no avail. So I ended up at the art store to score some wire in hopes of learning to make jewelry, chain-mail style, and then Jason helped me out at Lowe's so I could get sword-making supplies. It was seven in the evening by the time I got done (I was home from golfing before two) and I was exhausted. I'd forgotten how a quick shopping trip isn't so quick in a big city. The weather was giving me a headache, so I came home, turned on some Witchblade, and stayed up awfully late watching.
I love Gabriel Bowman. A lot. More first season than second. I absolutely adore first-season Ian Nottingham. I love him lots. Second-seasn Ian is a nutcase, though. Urk. I thought I'd seen the entire series, but I was wrong and managed to catch some fun surprises in second season. Although mostly I curl up on the couch and yell at the screen for Sara and Ian to kiss already. Because they totally should've. In first season.
Yesterday was awesomely productive. I cleaned my entire apartment, did my laundry, read all but two cases, baked cookies, went to a baptism, and made foam swords. That look rather disturbingly like little buster swords. It's impossible to get foam noodles at this time of year - I knew I should've gotten some of the ones on sale when I was at WalMart last - but Jason was the man and scored me some. Only they were flower-shaped. But I made the swords. Hopefully they're big and unwieldy enough that anyone who fancies himself Musashi tomorrow night won't have the speed they need to hurt someone. It was an exercise in learning, and fun all the same. And then there was more Witchblade.
I went to the Cold Springs ward today with Jason so he can start going to his own congregation, should he ever get baptized. On the way home from church I saw this sad little old homeless dude standing on the corner with a sign that said "Homeless, anything will help, God Bless." I felt really bad for him, so I rushed home, made him a peanut-butter and jelly sandwich, threw in a bottle of water and some nuts and a bag of chips, and went to see him. I took knives, my keys, and cellphone for good measure in case he ended up being a psycho killer. He didn't even speak English very well - I think he was Chinese - but he thanked me for the food. Mostly I hope he's not allergic to peanuts, and I told him to give the sandwich to someone else if he was allergic, but I'm not sure he understood. Still, he didn't try to kill me, and I learned something new about the crossing lights around my intersection, so that's what counts.
Now I'm going to spend the rest of my day writing letters and things.
And things.
