So, I was going to post a boring update on my life but then decided no one really cares anyway. But, then I read Quinn's Blog and decided I'd blog.
I'm still in love with the snow. I know - everybody hates it. Lisa would probably be happy to never see winter again. And Quinn makes some valid points about why snow sucks. I mean, the slipperyness is scary (and eating it in front of school is not so amusing for my ass). Not being able to wear heels kills all my outfits (then again, I have been known to known to wear heels in very wintery conditions - ski trip, this past weekend). And the crappy shoveling turns snow into mush so by the time you get to school your shoes are muddy and your socks are soaked (unless you're smart enough to get rain boots or something - and btw, californians, rain boots are not just for the rain. and uggs don't really cut it in a snow storm - not that i own any).
So ya, there are plenty of reasons to hate snow. But, its so awesome. It snowed all day friday - i don't think it even stopped for a minute. I just wanted to sit in bed all day and stare out my window (which is logistically a bit challenging but just fantasize with me). I think it might be all those "ski trips" (read: get drunk in a cabin for 3 days and go outside once for a drunken snowball fight). See, when you're in a cabin for a weekend with friends and family - you get to spend three days in sweats drinking hot chocolate and tea and eating yummy food and playing board games. And, when you feel like it, you can throw on some appropriate gear, run outside, make a few snow angels, throw a few snowballs, and call it a day. When I see snow here, I suddenly feel like I'm on a weekend retreat in the mountains. Snow days = lazy days. I just want to eat cookies and drink tea and stare at the big flakes falling.
Of course, I don't always get to lay around all day. I OCCASIONALLY have to do work or go to school or something crazy like that. But even at school, when the snow starts falling, I feel like my blood pressure drops. I'm less stressed, more relaxed - perhaps a little giddy. And, when I have to walk home from somewhere in the snow - I do what most people do - curse the snow, the mud, the sand and salt and whatever else they use, the slush, the snow trucks that can't plow properly, the idiots who don't shovel their sidewalk. Yes, I hate them all too. But, on Saturday morning - looking out at a snow covered Allston (probably the only time that ghetto looks pretty), I felt like I should be getting ready to open xmas presents. Snow = christmas too i guess. Aw. Where are my presents damnit? Then on nights like this - I love walking home in the freezing cold and seeing all the white snow thats still on the bushes and trees. The unmuddy stuff that still looks fresh (and edible). Oh, and I love seeing the kids sledding. On friday night, when I left the house (around 8 pm or so), there were kids sledding at the two parks near my house. You could hear them yelling and giggling blocks away. I was about to ditch everyone and join the kids. Damn block party.
Anyway, all else is well in my life. Perhaps I should mention that I had a great V-day. Best of both worlds - date + friends. My weekend was mediocre. It had the potential of being great but I was sick and cruddy feeling. I went to my Sacred Yoga class today. If you are ever in beantown, you must try this class out. I call it heaven on earth - because i'm lame and cheesy and don't know how else to describe it. But really - its an awesome class. You really don't want it to end and when it does, everyone walks out like a zombie - half asleep, dazed, content... dunno.
Oh, and lastly, I'm starting to plan for the summer. I'm getting a tad bit excited. PA will still suck but...
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Sunday, February 24, 2008
Thursday, February 07, 2008
Days like this
I'm in love with this song... (and a few others)
It's snowing. Yay. Honestly, the last few weeks have started to feel like spring - warmer weather (not warm like California spring - of course - but high 30's and 40s). In fact, I went out on Superbowl Sunday wearing just a light jacket - no winter coat. But the thing that sucks about that in between spring weather is that - you don't get the benefits of warm weather and you don't get the pretty/fun snow. Its just blah. And rain. Who likes rain? I will take snow over rain any day!!!
So, I am sitting here in class watching these big white flakes floating through the sky. Its so much prettier than rain - rain just falls down - snow floats. Okay, I'm sure I don't need to sit here and describe snow to you but I can't help it. (Did I mention there are some really big flakes falling right now? It kinda looks like fake movie snow.)
Ugh.
So much other stuff going on in life. Most of it isn't really blog appropriate. But, lets just say its been interesting. I'm pretty excited about this semester… though at the same time I'm already freaking out at how much work I have to do (and haven't yet started to do).
School is good - my classes are - eh? One of them is pretty awful, one is quite dull. I have a class at the business school (I have never ever taken anything business related before) and I'm pretty excited about working with non-law students. Plus, although some people think it’s a dull class, for some reason, it’s the only class I really pay attention in. I also have the legislative clinic class. I started my internship at the state house yesterday. I'll be there twice a week. Its kinda nice to see everyone all formal - suits etc. I miss polished looking boys. I'm a big big dork but I get a little excited when I get off the T and am surrounded by nice dressed people all headed towards the state house - I feel special. Yes, I'm a loser. Leave me alone.
I went to the celtics game with the alum yesterday. I had a great time - met Leon Powe. Yada yada. There will be some great CACNE stuff going on this semester. Should be fun.
Oh ya, I also went to see Shoghaken Ensemble. I saw them at Berkeley a few years ago - they're still great. It was tough to sit still during the faster songs though. Now I'm just itching for an armenian party and armenian dancing… A week or so before that I went to this bar called the Mid East in Cambridge and they had belly dancing all night - but in between, they played some armenian music so we got to dance. That was fun too.
And there are now chanting children outside my window (oh ya, I'm finishing the blog at home).
I guess I should go do some work now. :\ Bleh. Who likes that?
You know you gotta see it
gotta see it to believe it
there goes a man with no agenda to defy
he don't got nothing
just the smile that he's giving
loud as a flower (?)
Know you gotta see it
see it to believe it
there goes a man with nothing on his mind
witness the clarity
transparent rarity (?)
sweet as a sparrow (?)
he said, its days like this
that hold me in bliss
with a kiss of a rain on my brow
here i am in the here and now
where i'll give you the shirt off my back
give you the shirt off my back
yes i will
you know you gotta see it
see it to believe it
there goes a man with nothing heavy on his heart
he don't want nothing
just the air that he's breathing
light as a feather
you know they wanna steal it
wanna steal his secret
because they don't believe that they already got it their in their heart
if they can steal it
they're gonna try to kill it
he said, its days like this
that hold me in bliss
with a kiss of the sun on my brow
here i am in the here and now
and i'll give you the shirt off my back
and give you the shirt off my back
he said, its days like this
that hold me in bliss
with a kiss of the snow here on my brow
here i am in the here and now
and i'll give you the shirt off my back
and give you the shirt off my back
It's snowing. Yay. Honestly, the last few weeks have started to feel like spring - warmer weather (not warm like California spring - of course - but high 30's and 40s). In fact, I went out on Superbowl Sunday wearing just a light jacket - no winter coat. But the thing that sucks about that in between spring weather is that - you don't get the benefits of warm weather and you don't get the pretty/fun snow. Its just blah. And rain. Who likes rain? I will take snow over rain any day!!!
So, I am sitting here in class watching these big white flakes floating through the sky. Its so much prettier than rain - rain just falls down - snow floats. Okay, I'm sure I don't need to sit here and describe snow to you but I can't help it. (Did I mention there are some really big flakes falling right now? It kinda looks like fake movie snow.)
Ugh.
So much other stuff going on in life. Most of it isn't really blog appropriate. But, lets just say its been interesting. I'm pretty excited about this semester… though at the same time I'm already freaking out at how much work I have to do (and haven't yet started to do).
School is good - my classes are - eh? One of them is pretty awful, one is quite dull. I have a class at the business school (I have never ever taken anything business related before) and I'm pretty excited about working with non-law students. Plus, although some people think it’s a dull class, for some reason, it’s the only class I really pay attention in. I also have the legislative clinic class. I started my internship at the state house yesterday. I'll be there twice a week. Its kinda nice to see everyone all formal - suits etc. I miss polished looking boys. I'm a big big dork but I get a little excited when I get off the T and am surrounded by nice dressed people all headed towards the state house - I feel special. Yes, I'm a loser. Leave me alone.
I went to the celtics game with the alum yesterday. I had a great time - met Leon Powe. Yada yada. There will be some great CACNE stuff going on this semester. Should be fun.
Oh ya, I also went to see Shoghaken Ensemble. I saw them at Berkeley a few years ago - they're still great. It was tough to sit still during the faster songs though. Now I'm just itching for an armenian party and armenian dancing… A week or so before that I went to this bar called the Mid East in Cambridge and they had belly dancing all night - but in between, they played some armenian music so we got to dance. That was fun too.
And there are now chanting children outside my window (oh ya, I'm finishing the blog at home).
I guess I should go do some work now. :\ Bleh. Who likes that?
You know you gotta see it
gotta see it to believe it
there goes a man with no agenda to defy
he don't got nothing
just the smile that he's giving
loud as a flower (?)
Know you gotta see it
see it to believe it
there goes a man with nothing on his mind
witness the clarity
transparent rarity (?)
sweet as a sparrow (?)
he said, its days like this
that hold me in bliss
with a kiss of a rain on my brow
here i am in the here and now
where i'll give you the shirt off my back
give you the shirt off my back
yes i will
you know you gotta see it
see it to believe it
there goes a man with nothing heavy on his heart
he don't want nothing
just the air that he's breathing
light as a feather
you know they wanna steal it
wanna steal his secret
because they don't believe that they already got it their in their heart
if they can steal it
they're gonna try to kill it
he said, its days like this
that hold me in bliss
with a kiss of the sun on my brow
here i am in the here and now
and i'll give you the shirt off my back
and give you the shirt off my back
he said, its days like this
that hold me in bliss
with a kiss of the snow here on my brow
here i am in the here and now
and i'll give you the shirt off my back
and give you the shirt off my back
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Yay for today
What a glorious day! Or am I just high off Boston?
What is it about this city that just makes me giddy? Why is it that so often when I walk home in the afternoon, I get a sudden rush of endorphins that make me want to smile ear to ear?
Today is one of those gorgeous almost autumn days. The sun is bright. The weather is warm. The puffy white clouds look like cotton candy against the backdrop of the bright blue sky. And the cool breeze just makes you want to sigh – one of those relaxed, content sighs. You know?
After a full day of classes, I was a little eager to get home but my walk to the T stop seemed to pass much too quickly and I didn't like the idea of wasting this beautiful day inside my room. So, on my way home, I made a little detour and headed up to the reservoir. Unfortunately, I took my camera out of my bag this morning or else I would have snapped a pix for you all to see. But it is so soothing to just sit here – typing, listening to my ipod. I feel like I should be doing yoga or something.
Its almost fall/autumn. I know you Californians think you rock with your great weather but there's so much to be said for seasons. I'm looking out now across the water and I see countless green trees. But in a few short weeks, those green trees will be wonderfully colorful. As I was walking home today, I noticed that the colors are slowly starting to change – its only a few leaves right now – not very noticeable but soon. I hope my mom and sister get to see it when they get here.
Speaking of which, my mom and sister are coming to BEANTOWN. Wootwoot. Did I mention that already?
My sister is driving across country – across the south and up the east coast. My mom decided she'd meet my sister in New Orleans and they'd drive up to Boston together. I'd like to mention – my mom has not been on a plane since 1978 (I don't think) and she's never left CA (except Nevada – Vegas/Laughlin). Wow. I know. I hope she loves this city as much as I do but I'm not sure she will. Hopefully I can be a good tour guide.
Oh yes – and they have a third family member with them – TOBY! Yay. Boston peeps, I'll bring him to school hopefully. Yay. I miss him so much – he's my cuddle buddy – and let me tell you, he is an AWESOME little spoon.
So back to Boston – the other day I was walking down Aspinwall (did I spell that right)/School St/Cypress (yes, because in 3 blocks the street changes names 3 times – okay, more like 5 blocks) – and I was in my typical giddy mood. Cute houses, tree lined streets, Quaint. Is that a good word for it? I guess quaint sounds too cottage town-ish but still. I love walking around Brookline and Boston – um, I can't say the same for Alston.
And btw, to all my fellow hs x-country runners, the HS kids here get to run their laps around the reservoir and Jamaica pond. I'm so jealous. Although, I don't know how motivating it'd be to run here – I'd probably zone out and run in a complete daze at a slow jogging pace – and Bailey would probably laugh at me and call me "cloudy" for "cloud gazing" (we once lay out on the field trying to find shapes/animals/objects in the clouds – and for some reason, I was the only one who was made fun of for it – for the rest of my "track/x-country" career – short lived as it was).
Anyway, I should probably head home already. Its Lev's bday today – we're going to Match. If you haven't been there – go! They have awesome burgers. (I am salivating thinking about the lobster burger right now!)
What is it about this city that just makes me giddy? Why is it that so often when I walk home in the afternoon, I get a sudden rush of endorphins that make me want to smile ear to ear?
Today is one of those gorgeous almost autumn days. The sun is bright. The weather is warm. The puffy white clouds look like cotton candy against the backdrop of the bright blue sky. And the cool breeze just makes you want to sigh – one of those relaxed, content sighs. You know?
After a full day of classes, I was a little eager to get home but my walk to the T stop seemed to pass much too quickly and I didn't like the idea of wasting this beautiful day inside my room. So, on my way home, I made a little detour and headed up to the reservoir. Unfortunately, I took my camera out of my bag this morning or else I would have snapped a pix for you all to see. But it is so soothing to just sit here – typing, listening to my ipod. I feel like I should be doing yoga or something.
Its almost fall/autumn. I know you Californians think you rock with your great weather but there's so much to be said for seasons. I'm looking out now across the water and I see countless green trees. But in a few short weeks, those green trees will be wonderfully colorful. As I was walking home today, I noticed that the colors are slowly starting to change – its only a few leaves right now – not very noticeable but soon. I hope my mom and sister get to see it when they get here.
Speaking of which, my mom and sister are coming to BEANTOWN. Wootwoot. Did I mention that already?
My sister is driving across country – across the south and up the east coast. My mom decided she'd meet my sister in New Orleans and they'd drive up to Boston together. I'd like to mention – my mom has not been on a plane since 1978 (I don't think) and she's never left CA (except Nevada – Vegas/Laughlin). Wow. I know. I hope she loves this city as much as I do but I'm not sure she will. Hopefully I can be a good tour guide.
Oh yes – and they have a third family member with them – TOBY! Yay. Boston peeps, I'll bring him to school hopefully. Yay. I miss him so much – he's my cuddle buddy – and let me tell you, he is an AWESOME little spoon.
So back to Boston – the other day I was walking down Aspinwall (did I spell that right)/School St/Cypress (yes, because in 3 blocks the street changes names 3 times – okay, more like 5 blocks) – and I was in my typical giddy mood. Cute houses, tree lined streets, Quaint. Is that a good word for it? I guess quaint sounds too cottage town-ish but still. I love walking around Brookline and Boston – um, I can't say the same for Alston.
And btw, to all my fellow hs x-country runners, the HS kids here get to run their laps around the reservoir and Jamaica pond. I'm so jealous. Although, I don't know how motivating it'd be to run here – I'd probably zone out and run in a complete daze at a slow jogging pace – and Bailey would probably laugh at me and call me "cloudy" for "cloud gazing" (we once lay out on the field trying to find shapes/animals/objects in the clouds – and for some reason, I was the only one who was made fun of for it – for the rest of my "track/x-country" career – short lived as it was).
Anyway, I should probably head home already. Its Lev's bday today – we're going to Match. If you haven't been there – go! They have awesome burgers. (I am salivating thinking about the lobster burger right now!)
Friday, June 29, 2007
DUDE!
DUDE!
I am so super stoked about this summer. Let me tell you why...
June 30-July 1 = NY
July 4 = no explanation necessary
July 6-9 = Canada (Andy, Armenchik, Paul, Tata - and Toronto!)
July 14-15 = Cape Cod?
July 19 = GIRLS COME VISIT ME
July 26 - 29 = Head to NY with the Girls
Aug 3-5 = MAYBE Hedges Lake? Emily?
Aug 8-14 = Puerto Rico to visit Lisa
Aug 22 - ??? = New York again (I have to... I swear... It's for school/work!)
Labor Day Weekend = Jersey? Olympics? (Hopefully I can scrape together some last few pennies for that).
um... so much for doing ANYTHING in boston. I guess that will have to wait until the fall.
I am so super stoked about this summer. Let me tell you why...
June 30-July 1 = NY
July 4 = no explanation necessary
July 6-9 = Canada (Andy, Armenchik, Paul, Tata - and Toronto!)
July 14-15 = Cape Cod?
July 19 = GIRLS COME VISIT ME
July 26 - 29 = Head to NY with the Girls
Aug 3-5 = MAYBE Hedges Lake? Emily?
Aug 8-14 = Puerto Rico to visit Lisa
Aug 22 - ??? = New York again (I have to... I swear... It's for school/work!)
Labor Day Weekend = Jersey? Olympics? (Hopefully I can scrape together some last few pennies for that).
um... so much for doing ANYTHING in boston. I guess that will have to wait until the fall.
Thursday, June 28, 2007
another day, another stranger...
So much for not talking to strangers...
Yes, the T again. I honestly believe there is a tattoo on my forehead (in invisible-only-to-alina ink) that says, "talk to me!"
I got on the T at north station yesterday. As always, I had my book in hand... my thumb sorta holding my spot until I could find a spot to sit. When I got on, there was an empty seat next to some "young gentlemen" - probably someone about my age, on his way home from work. I sat down, opened my book and started reading...
"A wave of..."
"What book are you reading?"
Not really wanting to get involved in a conversation mid-sentence, midway into my book (okay, so maybe it was more like 1/3rd of the way)... I closed the book and turned it so he could see the binding.
"Lies and the lying liars who tell them," he read aloud.
Satisfied that I had sufficiently answered his question, I opened the book back up and started reading again...
" A wave of..."
"What is it about? Is it about men?"
I stared at him for a moment not sure how to answer. "Well, its by Al Franken, so I guess you'd probably call it a political book..."
"Oh."
Again, I went back to reading.
"A wave ..."
This time, I interrupted myself. "Wow," I said, looking up at him and laughing. "Way to incriminate yourself." (Way to break your "no talking to strangers" rule Alina!)
He laughed. "No. I mean. Well... I just feel like that seems to be the consensus."
I just sorta nodded and said okay. I might have said something along the lines of, "Sure, but I'm not sure you want to just admit to it."
Either way, he responded. "Not me. I'm just saying."
(me) "Well, you are male aren't you? You do fall into that category."
(him) "Ya, but I wasn't referring to myself. I mean..."
(me) "Right! I believe you..."
I went back to reading. He just sorta sat there smiling - not in a smug way - but the way you usually do after a joking/friendly exchange. The next stop was his and as we pulled in he signaled to me that he needed to get out so I slid over a bit and let him pass. As he exited out the door (just a few seats from me) he turned and said, "We're not all liars you know..."
"Sure!" I said... smiling and nodding.
He did seem like a nice guy. Too bad he has a penis.
Yes, the T again. I honestly believe there is a tattoo on my forehead (in invisible-only-to-alina ink) that says, "talk to me!"
I got on the T at north station yesterday. As always, I had my book in hand... my thumb sorta holding my spot until I could find a spot to sit. When I got on, there was an empty seat next to some "young gentlemen" - probably someone about my age, on his way home from work. I sat down, opened my book and started reading...
"A wave of..."
"What book are you reading?"
Not really wanting to get involved in a conversation mid-sentence, midway into my book (okay, so maybe it was more like 1/3rd of the way)... I closed the book and turned it so he could see the binding.
"Lies and the lying liars who tell them," he read aloud.
Satisfied that I had sufficiently answered his question, I opened the book back up and started reading again...
" A wave of..."
"What is it about? Is it about men?"
I stared at him for a moment not sure how to answer. "Well, its by Al Franken, so I guess you'd probably call it a political book..."
"Oh."
Again, I went back to reading.
"A wave ..."
This time, I interrupted myself. "Wow," I said, looking up at him and laughing. "Way to incriminate yourself." (Way to break your "no talking to strangers" rule Alina!)
He laughed. "No. I mean. Well... I just feel like that seems to be the consensus."
I just sorta nodded and said okay. I might have said something along the lines of, "Sure, but I'm not sure you want to just admit to it."
Either way, he responded. "Not me. I'm just saying."
(me) "Well, you are male aren't you? You do fall into that category."
(him) "Ya, but I wasn't referring to myself. I mean..."
(me) "Right! I believe you..."
I went back to reading. He just sorta sat there smiling - not in a smug way - but the way you usually do after a joking/friendly exchange. The next stop was his and as we pulled in he signaled to me that he needed to get out so I slid over a bit and let him pass. As he exited out the door (just a few seats from me) he turned and said, "We're not all liars you know..."
"Sure!" I said... smiling and nodding.
He did seem like a nice guy. Too bad he has a penis.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
secret admirers...
so, i tend to attract conversations on the T. There was the guy who told me about how his great granddad started the NFL and the other guy who talked to me about the war in iraq and how difficult it was to get accustomed to life back home. I admit that sometimes I might ask my neighbor a question or something which then sparks a conversation but half the time, I'm really just minding my own business. During finals I had my head phones on and was studying my flashcards and the older gentleman next to me kept asking me about school and my class and my future plans. I'd take my headphones out (don't want to be rude), answer his question, and put my headphones back in. I figured that was enough of a hint... guess not.
Well, the train chat just got a little more bizarre for me. Last tuesday, I was heading home after a few drinks (okay like 3/4ths a bottle of wine) and when I got on the T there was one empty seat next to this guy so I sat down. The guy started to talk to me.. introduced himself... yada yada. Again, trying not to be a bitch about it, I smiled, was polite but not super talkative. I mean, I'm sure I was more talkative than usual thanks to the wine but after awhile, I was just getting annoyed. There was this really hot guy sitting across from me and I was busy having a staring competition with him. But, the guy next to me just wouldn't stop... and every once in awhile I'd have to break my stare in order to respond to this guy. Gr.
On friday, I went to check my mailbox at work and noticed a letter addressed to Alena. Hm....
"Dear Fellow D-line passenger"
Now, I'm not sure it was that dude but I have a feeling it was that dude because I can't remember any other dude that I had enough of a convo with where I might mention where I work. He sent me a picture cut out of a magazine of some beach somewhere and a little note hoping this would "brighten" my day and asking if we could hang out....
uh, creepy.
I mean, perhaps its a little flattering but the guy looked up my work place (no, i do not have business cards... and i wouldn't have given him one anyway) and wrote out a letter... its just a little strange. Either he's desperate or I made a good first impression. (Probably the first, I know).
So, from now on, I will try my darndest to not strike up convos with strangers.
Well, the train chat just got a little more bizarre for me. Last tuesday, I was heading home after a few drinks (okay like 3/4ths a bottle of wine) and when I got on the T there was one empty seat next to this guy so I sat down. The guy started to talk to me.. introduced himself... yada yada. Again, trying not to be a bitch about it, I smiled, was polite but not super talkative. I mean, I'm sure I was more talkative than usual thanks to the wine but after awhile, I was just getting annoyed. There was this really hot guy sitting across from me and I was busy having a staring competition with him. But, the guy next to me just wouldn't stop... and every once in awhile I'd have to break my stare in order to respond to this guy. Gr.
On friday, I went to check my mailbox at work and noticed a letter addressed to Alena. Hm....
"Dear Fellow D-line passenger"
Now, I'm not sure it was that dude but I have a feeling it was that dude because I can't remember any other dude that I had enough of a convo with where I might mention where I work. He sent me a picture cut out of a magazine of some beach somewhere and a little note hoping this would "brighten" my day and asking if we could hang out....
uh, creepy.
I mean, perhaps its a little flattering but the guy looked up my work place (no, i do not have business cards... and i wouldn't have given him one anyway) and wrote out a letter... its just a little strange. Either he's desperate or I made a good first impression. (Probably the first, I know).
So, from now on, I will try my darndest to not strike up convos with strangers.
Monday, June 25, 2007
Weekends were made for relaxing.
The last few weeks I've been burning myself out during the week and by friday all i want to do is sleep. Last week there were several nights of drinking and dinner with friends. Friday night we had a little get together at our place (cranium of course... though next game night is catchphrase night i guess). Saturday I had to return some stuff so we spent a chunk of the day walking around downtown crossing... I really like it down there - dunno why. And then I went to a friend's grad party at her house - it was fantastic. Armenian family, Armenian food (too bad i had stuffed myself with sushi and couldn't fully enjoy the home cooking), Armenian music and dancing. (Thanks Lilith). Anyway, we had a good time, danced a bit and drank more than a bit. (Oh yes, had some interesting "assumptions" made about my love life... as always). Then on Sunday, headed out to Manchester by the Sea to lay out and "play" in the water... when a storm started to roll in, we packed up and headed out to Rockport (for the Mermaid, Fairy and Gnome festival!) - rockport is such a cute little place. Fun day trip though not a whole bunch of stuff to do. We had some yummy seafood on the Harbor and then headed home (well, made a pit stop at target to finally get some shelves and stuff for my room!!!! yay!)
This week was pretty much the same... except, we drank monday, tuesday (drunko alina passed out on the couch), thursday, friday, saturday, and sunday. Well, by drink I mean 1-2 beers or glasses of wine most nights. Throughout the week I worked on fixing up my room. Its finally starting to come together (and not look like a boring room with just a bed). I'm excited!
Saturday was our long overdue roomie night. Roomie nights at my house = GREAT food. And me trying to force everyone to drink. Sunday was a lazy day - i did nothing all day. Made some kookoo (the parska-hyes should know what I'm talking about). And later I went to see A Mighty Heart. Really good movie. I mean, we all know what the ending is but I think Jolie is stellar. I really went to see it because I loved the way she played the role (in the previews) and she did not disappoint. Or maybe its just me.
Oh! How could I forget? I went strawberry picking on Saturday with Sarah and her cousin. STRAWBERRIES! YUM! I am not a huge strawberry fan... as I'm sure many of you know... but thats because the ones in the supermarket are usually a bit tart. These were super sweet - just like CANDY! I was "chetes" and took quite a few and now I'm stuffing myself with strawberries everyday! lol. But it was a ton of fun.
This week was pretty much the same... except, we drank monday, tuesday (drunko alina passed out on the couch), thursday, friday, saturday, and sunday. Well, by drink I mean 1-2 beers or glasses of wine most nights. Throughout the week I worked on fixing up my room. Its finally starting to come together (and not look like a boring room with just a bed). I'm excited!
Saturday was our long overdue roomie night. Roomie nights at my house = GREAT food. And me trying to force everyone to drink. Sunday was a lazy day - i did nothing all day. Made some kookoo (the parska-hyes should know what I'm talking about). And later I went to see A Mighty Heart. Really good movie. I mean, we all know what the ending is but I think Jolie is stellar. I really went to see it because I loved the way she played the role (in the previews) and she did not disappoint. Or maybe its just me.
Oh! How could I forget? I went strawberry picking on Saturday with Sarah and her cousin. STRAWBERRIES! YUM! I am not a huge strawberry fan... as I'm sure many of you know... but thats because the ones in the supermarket are usually a bit tart. These were super sweet - just like CANDY! I was "chetes" and took quite a few and now I'm stuffing myself with strawberries everyday! lol. But it was a ton of fun.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
summertime...
...and the livin's easy.
Summer's are fantastic aren't they? I mean, even if you're working, its a break from school (and I guess if you worked year round, summer school would be a break from work)... its just something different.
The last "summer vacation" I had was 03... DC baby. Honestly, that was such an awesome summer... the drinking, partying, exploring, learning, working, going to all sorts of cool events and meeting awesome people.
Which of course leads me to my reunion with my 03 buddy... MIKEY! Lev, Mike and I are going to head up to Canada in two weeks for some armo gathering in Toronto. Tata, Andy, Armenchik, Paul... 7000 armos (supposedly). Sounds like a great time no? And Mike promised to sing Ghapama at some point.
For those who don't know the story. Mike was the sole male intern in the intern class of 03. That's right - 8 girls and 1 guy. I think he came into it thinking he was blessed but about a week later realized he was actually cursed. He managed to make some friends outside the intern crew (i think the excess estrogen got to him) but when it came down to it, we were all always together for the big nights. Now, Mike's trademark... well, actually mike had several (Wait for it... Wait for it....)... but one "Mike" thing was the song Ghapama... Mike is the only person i know who knows ALL the words to that song (he even wrote it out for me - sorry Mike, i lost the paper). One night, we were all headed to Ara's house for a party out in the DC suburbs so we were waiting at the Metro station to change lines. It was something like 10-15 of us... all obviously drunk (as we'd always pre-party before leaving the dorms)... Mike busted out singing ghapama and a group of us started doing the michigan hop (i dont even know what the michigan hop is anymore) and of course, clapping and singing along. Eventually, someone got on the loudspeaker and asked that we refrain from singing and dancing in the T station... (they sounded a bit annoyed with us). Too bad huh?
We had some crazy times that summer....
...and the livin's easy.
Summer's are fantastic aren't they? I mean, even if you're working, its a break from school (and I guess if you worked year round, summer school would be a break from work)... its just something different.
The last "summer vacation" I had was 03... DC baby. Honestly, that was such an awesome summer... the drinking, partying, exploring, learning, working, going to all sorts of cool events and meeting awesome people.
Which of course leads me to my reunion with my 03 buddy... MIKEY! Lev, Mike and I are going to head up to Canada in two weeks for some armo gathering in Toronto. Tata, Andy, Armenchik, Paul... 7000 armos (supposedly). Sounds like a great time no? And Mike promised to sing Ghapama at some point.
For those who don't know the story. Mike was the sole male intern in the intern class of 03. That's right - 8 girls and 1 guy. I think he came into it thinking he was blessed but about a week later realized he was actually cursed. He managed to make some friends outside the intern crew (i think the excess estrogen got to him) but when it came down to it, we were all always together for the big nights. Now, Mike's trademark... well, actually mike had several (Wait for it... Wait for it....)... but one "Mike" thing was the song Ghapama... Mike is the only person i know who knows ALL the words to that song (he even wrote it out for me - sorry Mike, i lost the paper). One night, we were all headed to Ara's house for a party out in the DC suburbs so we were waiting at the Metro station to change lines. It was something like 10-15 of us... all obviously drunk (as we'd always pre-party before leaving the dorms)... Mike busted out singing ghapama and a group of us started doing the michigan hop (i dont even know what the michigan hop is anymore) and of course, clapping and singing along. Eventually, someone got on the loudspeaker and asked that we refrain from singing and dancing in the T station... (they sounded a bit annoyed with us). Too bad huh?
We had some crazy times that summer....
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
its almost like being in glendale
I met an armenian man on the T a few months ago. I'm not sure I ever blogged it so pardon me if this is a repeat...
I was on the B line inbound - I can't remember where I was going but i'm pretty sure it was further than my usual trip to Kenmore (in fact, I may have been on my way to my job interview for the job I have now - but I can't recall...)
I walked straight to the back of the train and leaned against the back wall - I was reading something - perhaps a newspaper. The man sitting in the last seat next to the stairs (in the old train cars its a single seat) caught my eye. There was nothing extraordinary about him...He had on a white T-shirt and blue jeans... shaved head/bald... darker skin. But what really caught my eye was a tattoo on his neck - it was an eagle or something - in red, blue and orange. At first I figured it was a mere coincidence but then I figured I might as well ask...
"I'm sorry - this might seem random but... are you armenian?"
Sure enough he was - and a total parska hye at that. I mean, straight on sing songing and rounded out words and everything. He seemed in love with the idea of living in california and asked me several times if i like it there and whether i miss it. We chit chatted and eventually parted ways.
This morning, I woke up around 6 am but decided I didn't want to be at work just yet. I knew I was going to be staying late for a training so I figured I'd catch the 9:45 train in rather than the 8 or 8:30 trains. So, I hit the snooze and napped a few hours then took my time getting ready. Sure enough, I ended up running late. I walked down to the D-line stop and when it got there, I quickly jumped on and ran towards the back and leaned against the wall. When I looked up, I immediately recognized the tattoo. There he was - same seat, white t-shirt and blue jeans.... what a coincidence! Of all the trains I could have taken. And this time I wasn't on the B line - that would have been a bit more expected (you often bump into the same people on the same lines). Anyway, I wasn't sure if he'd remember me so I said... "You might not remember but we met right here on the train..." and he immediately responded with, "Hye es?" So we chit chatted a little about life and school and the weather.
Later on in the afternoon, I headed out with my co-workers to the training thing. The program was held at the Peter Torigian Community Center in Peabody. Former Armenian Mayor I guess...(article on festival Torigian started). When I got there, I looked over the registration sheet and immediately saw that 2 out of the 22 attorneys who had signed up to attend were Armenian. Later, one of the speakers (a clerk in one of the courts) was discussing divorce cases and scheduling and she read off the names of the five judges.... the second one was Sahagian.
Finally, on my way home, I was reading the Metro... and for those who don't know... the metro always has a question of the day which they ask three people - the middle person's picture is usually the bigger one with their answer in bold. The "middle" answered in today's paper was Melkonian.
I know. I'm having an odd armo-dar day. But you forget folks... I'm not in Glendale anymore. We don't have three (oh wait, now two) Ian/Yan councilmen... and we don't have 80,000 armos living within 5 miles of each other. So, I get excited over things like this.
Or maybe I just need a life.
Anyway, I promise to return to my blogging. I totally started slacking once classes ended - and we all know why that is.
Bed time now... gnite :)
I was on the B line inbound - I can't remember where I was going but i'm pretty sure it was further than my usual trip to Kenmore (in fact, I may have been on my way to my job interview for the job I have now - but I can't recall...)
I walked straight to the back of the train and leaned against the back wall - I was reading something - perhaps a newspaper. The man sitting in the last seat next to the stairs (in the old train cars its a single seat) caught my eye. There was nothing extraordinary about him...He had on a white T-shirt and blue jeans... shaved head/bald... darker skin. But what really caught my eye was a tattoo on his neck - it was an eagle or something - in red, blue and orange. At first I figured it was a mere coincidence but then I figured I might as well ask...
"I'm sorry - this might seem random but... are you armenian?"
Sure enough he was - and a total parska hye at that. I mean, straight on sing songing and rounded out words and everything. He seemed in love with the idea of living in california and asked me several times if i like it there and whether i miss it. We chit chatted and eventually parted ways.
This morning, I woke up around 6 am but decided I didn't want to be at work just yet. I knew I was going to be staying late for a training so I figured I'd catch the 9:45 train in rather than the 8 or 8:30 trains. So, I hit the snooze and napped a few hours then took my time getting ready. Sure enough, I ended up running late. I walked down to the D-line stop and when it got there, I quickly jumped on and ran towards the back and leaned against the wall. When I looked up, I immediately recognized the tattoo. There he was - same seat, white t-shirt and blue jeans.... what a coincidence! Of all the trains I could have taken. And this time I wasn't on the B line - that would have been a bit more expected (you often bump into the same people on the same lines). Anyway, I wasn't sure if he'd remember me so I said... "You might not remember but we met right here on the train..." and he immediately responded with, "Hye es?" So we chit chatted a little about life and school and the weather.
Later on in the afternoon, I headed out with my co-workers to the training thing. The program was held at the Peter Torigian Community Center in Peabody. Former Armenian Mayor I guess...(article on festival Torigian started). When I got there, I looked over the registration sheet and immediately saw that 2 out of the 22 attorneys who had signed up to attend were Armenian. Later, one of the speakers (a clerk in one of the courts) was discussing divorce cases and scheduling and she read off the names of the five judges.... the second one was Sahagian.
Finally, on my way home, I was reading the Metro... and for those who don't know... the metro always has a question of the day which they ask three people - the middle person's picture is usually the bigger one with their answer in bold. The "middle" answered in today's paper was Melkonian.
I know. I'm having an odd armo-dar day. But you forget folks... I'm not in Glendale anymore. We don't have three (oh wait, now two) Ian/Yan councilmen... and we don't have 80,000 armos living within 5 miles of each other. So, I get excited over things like this.
Or maybe I just need a life.
Anyway, I promise to return to my blogging. I totally started slacking once classes ended - and we all know why that is.
Bed time now... gnite :)
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
don't be jealous
to all my so-cal folks...
i went for a jog today - along a little river/creek. and i didn't have to drive 25 minutes on the five (or 35 minutes on the 2/210) to get there. muahahahahah. (you know you wish you were here!)
(and no, the "la river" DOES NOT COUNT - i'm talking mud banks not concrete man-made stuff)
honestly though, it was one of the most relaxing things i've done in a long time. it felt great. the little path is so peaceful - lots of trees (and those white and pink ones - are those cherry blossoms? anyway, they're very pretty!).
i managed to crank out a good 45 minutes at a steady pace. i really really didn't think i'd be able to do more than 20. it was probably the surroundings... oh ya, and the fun lawschool podcasts. because listening to civ pro (personal jurisdiction, minimum contacts etc) is freakin energizing.
anyway, i have SOOOO many blogs to post but it'll be a week before i can do it. see you folks then!
i went for a jog today - along a little river/creek. and i didn't have to drive 25 minutes on the five (or 35 minutes on the 2/210) to get there. muahahahahah. (you know you wish you were here!)
(and no, the "la river" DOES NOT COUNT - i'm talking mud banks not concrete man-made stuff)
honestly though, it was one of the most relaxing things i've done in a long time. it felt great. the little path is so peaceful - lots of trees (and those white and pink ones - are those cherry blossoms? anyway, they're very pretty!).
i managed to crank out a good 45 minutes at a steady pace. i really really didn't think i'd be able to do more than 20. it was probably the surroundings... oh ya, and the fun lawschool podcasts. because listening to civ pro (personal jurisdiction, minimum contacts etc) is freakin energizing.
anyway, i have SOOOO many blogs to post but it'll be a week before i can do it. see you folks then!
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Only in Boston (2 parts)
How to encourage pedestrian safety:
Most cities in the U.S. have annual "pedestrian safety" campaigns. This usually means a ton of police officers stand at various street corners giving tickets to jaywalkers. Ticketing and illegal activity... makes sense right?
Well, not in Boston. In Boston, jaywalking is the norm and thus its accepted. So we have a different sort of pedestrian safety campaign.
Yesterday, people wearing neon shirts and carrying giant red signs ("Stop, Look and Listen" - yes, 5th grade dejavu) gave PRIZES to people who didn't cross on reds. Yes folks, we reward you for NOT breaking the law.
The goody (gift) bags included a frisbee, a water bottle - and a bunch of other stuff - of course, I wouldn't know because I don't stop at intersections (actually, I didn't leave campus while they were out there... neon shirts scare me).
The great part was that most people not from Boston only stopped because they thought these weirdos were ticketing pedestrians. Silly kids... tickets are for the rest of the country :)
Hey, honestly, I'm not complaining. This system works out much better. See, I get to an intersection see no cars and cross. Now, if I waited for "walk" signal, then I'd have to push the button and wait. Inevitably, the walk signal would not turn green until a ton of cars reached the intersection. Then they'd ALL have to sit in their cars and wait while I walked my butt across the street (and keep waiting until the light turned green for them). Now, I can dash across the street - saves me time, saves drivers the time and frustration of red lights. And we're all happy.
Part 2 of Only in Boston....
Months ago I posted a blog on "regional advertising" - so I thought I'd update you on the most recent amusing regional ad.
The Boston Marathon was on Patriots Day (April 16th - yes suckers - we get an extra holiday! hah!). Reebok had (still has) a "Run Easy Boston" ad campaign going.... "Why hit the wall? Run easy!" (and a bunch of other ads suggesting that running hard sucks so you might as well jog/walk it).
My favorite one: "The Big Dig set the pace. Run easy Boston."
HAHAHAHH! Isn't that great?
For those who don't know what the big dig is... here's some recommended reading: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Big_Dig or http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A61112-2004Nov18_2.html
Or, better yet... here are the key facts... The Big Dig is the most expensive highway project in America. Although the project was estimated at $2.8 billion in 1985, over $14.6 billion had been spent in federal and state tax dollars as of 2006.
And it took 15+ years (over 20 if you count "planning")
(PS - thats not just Mass taxpayer dollars - thats ALL OF YOUR taxpayer dollars... muahahahaha).
Oh ya, and there's this little problem now --- its called... LOTS OF LEAKS.
"Designers projected that the tunnel's drainage system would handle 500,000 gallons of leaking water per year.Since last December, however, 26 million gallons of leaking water has flowed through the drainage systems."
(by last december it meant December 03-Nov 04)
Hey, we like to take our time with big projects okay. Money is not an issue.... (especially when its yours )
Run easy Boston...
Most cities in the U.S. have annual "pedestrian safety" campaigns. This usually means a ton of police officers stand at various street corners giving tickets to jaywalkers. Ticketing and illegal activity... makes sense right?
Well, not in Boston. In Boston, jaywalking is the norm and thus its accepted. So we have a different sort of pedestrian safety campaign.
Yesterday, people wearing neon shirts and carrying giant red signs ("Stop, Look and Listen" - yes, 5th grade dejavu) gave PRIZES to people who didn't cross on reds. Yes folks, we reward you for NOT breaking the law.
The goody (gift) bags included a frisbee, a water bottle - and a bunch of other stuff - of course, I wouldn't know because I don't stop at intersections (actually, I didn't leave campus while they were out there... neon shirts scare me).
The great part was that most people not from Boston only stopped because they thought these weirdos were ticketing pedestrians. Silly kids... tickets are for the rest of the country :)
Hey, honestly, I'm not complaining. This system works out much better. See, I get to an intersection see no cars and cross. Now, if I waited for "walk" signal, then I'd have to push the button and wait. Inevitably, the walk signal would not turn green until a ton of cars reached the intersection. Then they'd ALL have to sit in their cars and wait while I walked my butt across the street (and keep waiting until the light turned green for them). Now, I can dash across the street - saves me time, saves drivers the time and frustration of red lights. And we're all happy.
Part 2 of Only in Boston....
Months ago I posted a blog on "regional advertising" - so I thought I'd update you on the most recent amusing regional ad.
The Boston Marathon was on Patriots Day (April 16th - yes suckers - we get an extra holiday! hah!). Reebok had (still has) a "Run Easy Boston" ad campaign going.... "Why hit the wall? Run easy!" (and a bunch of other ads suggesting that running hard sucks so you might as well jog/walk it).
My favorite one: "The Big Dig set the pace. Run easy Boston."
HAHAHAHH! Isn't that great?
For those who don't know what the big dig is... here's some recommended reading: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Big_Dig or http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A61112-2004Nov18_2.html
Or, better yet... here are the key facts... The Big Dig is the most expensive highway project in America. Although the project was estimated at $2.8 billion in 1985, over $14.6 billion had been spent in federal and state tax dollars as of 2006.
And it took 15+ years (over 20 if you count "planning")
(PS - thats not just Mass taxpayer dollars - thats ALL OF YOUR taxpayer dollars... muahahahaha).
Oh ya, and there's this little problem now --- its called... LOTS OF LEAKS.
"Designers projected that the tunnel's drainage system would handle 500,000 gallons of leaking water per year.Since last December, however, 26 million gallons of leaking water has flowed through the drainage systems."
(by last december it meant December 03-Nov 04)
Hey, we like to take our time with big projects okay. Money is not an issue.... (especially when its yours )
Run easy Boston...
Monday, April 23, 2007
sunshine
Okay, I swear I will stop posting about the sunshine soon.
I just figure its only fair to write about the sun as much as I wrote about the snow (which I don't think was very much - so i might be at my limit already).
But today was/is skirt weather. YES! Of course, I don't have any skirts I like but whatever, I'll fix that eventually.
I got on the T and EVERYONE was wearing skirts. Long skirts, short skirts, "work" skirts... flip flops, sandals... tank tops, halters, dresses. YAY! Its not the clothes I'm obsessed with so much (okay, I lie, maybe I'm a little obsessed)... but its the fact that its finally warm enough to wear this stuff!
Unfortunately, I'm stuck in contracts class learning about third-party beneficiaries (don't ask me what that means in English). On that note... my contracts prof gets SO giddy about a case he likes. He just did this little valley girl head tilt... it was adorable. (fine, i confess, i used to have a little crush on him but i swear thats over... though i'm still in love with his brain).
(I need to make a sunshine label)
I just figure its only fair to write about the sun as much as I wrote about the snow (which I don't think was very much - so i might be at my limit already).
But today was/is skirt weather. YES! Of course, I don't have any skirts I like but whatever, I'll fix that eventually.
I got on the T and EVERYONE was wearing skirts. Long skirts, short skirts, "work" skirts... flip flops, sandals... tank tops, halters, dresses. YAY! Its not the clothes I'm obsessed with so much (okay, I lie, maybe I'm a little obsessed)... but its the fact that its finally warm enough to wear this stuff!
Unfortunately, I'm stuck in contracts class learning about third-party beneficiaries (don't ask me what that means in English). On that note... my contracts prof gets SO giddy about a case he likes. He just did this little valley girl head tilt... it was adorable. (fine, i confess, i used to have a little crush on him but i swear thats over... though i'm still in love with his brain).
(I need to make a sunshine label)
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Today!
Today was/is (in progress) an awesome day.
Yesterday marked the 2 week countdown to finals - needless to say, I was feeling a bit stressed and overwhelmed all day. It didn't help to attend the OCI meeting and find out that only 30-50% of people get their 2L jobs through OCI. WTF?!?!?! More work to do! great!
Anyway, today we are one day closer to our first final... but TODAY has been fantastic so far.
First, contracts started a few minutes late, con law ended a few minutes early. We did a tedious survey for some professor but were rewarded with donut holes. After that a certain someone went out of his way to say hi... which always makes my day :) .... Next I headed to the bookstore to buy a lil somethin for my little cousins and bought myself some red BU shorts (I wanted hot pink ones but they didn't have them in my size).
On my way home, I had one of those rare "Aw, LA" moments (I mean, I often miss Harout parahandeses but its rare that I miss anything else about LA social life). I was flipping through my iPod trying to find something I haven't listened to in awhile and I came across Gnarls Barkley which totally brought back memories of Standard Downtown rooftop pool/bar Memorial Day weekend... and I thought, gee, I can't WAIT to head to the Standard (in 3 weeks)! It's one of the few places that I just love! And that thought along with the momentarily gorgeous weather just contributed to my already good mood.
When I got home, I discovered that my "stuff" had arrived. It really wasn't a huge discovery - I was tracking the package and expected it to be there. But the exciting part was that everything I bought (dresses, shirt, skirt, accessories) FIT. How rare is it to buy something online and it fits? I mean, I won't lie - some of them looked a little different than what I had pictured but they fit and look cute nonetheless! Clothes make me giddy! Particularly cute summer clothes and dresses and cute work outfits and... okay, I give up. All clothes make me giddy.
So, I took some pictures to send to my mommy and decided to take lots of goofball ones for her enjoyment. In the meantime, another little something happened that put a huge smile on my face. When I finally sat down to do a little myspace/facebook stalking before working on my memo, I received word that I won (for 2L rep). Yay, after a 3 year vacation from student group stuff.... I'M BACK!!!!
(Really, I tried to pretend those days were over but after I planned the Armenian Genocide event my mom pointed out that I keep going back to this - planning, organizing, being involved etc. I told her I wanted to avoid it and she said, its impossible - "its just in you and it makes you happy!" The odd part of that convo was that my mom was probably most against me joining "school organizations" (and even organizations - non profit etc) in the first place - but I guess over time she has come to realize that i love this stuff.)
So now, I am going to go to sleep because its been an absolutely fantastic day and I'm afraid if I stay up any longer, something bad will happen.
(Okay, I'm not really going to sleep - I'm going to work on my memo - which sucks!)
Yesterday marked the 2 week countdown to finals - needless to say, I was feeling a bit stressed and overwhelmed all day. It didn't help to attend the OCI meeting and find out that only 30-50% of people get their 2L jobs through OCI. WTF?!?!?! More work to do! great!
Anyway, today we are one day closer to our first final... but TODAY has been fantastic so far.
First, contracts started a few minutes late, con law ended a few minutes early. We did a tedious survey for some professor but were rewarded with donut holes. After that a certain someone went out of his way to say hi... which always makes my day :) .... Next I headed to the bookstore to buy a lil somethin for my little cousins and bought myself some red BU shorts (I wanted hot pink ones but they didn't have them in my size).
On my way home, I had one of those rare "Aw, LA" moments (I mean, I often miss Harout parahandeses but its rare that I miss anything else about LA social life). I was flipping through my iPod trying to find something I haven't listened to in awhile and I came across Gnarls Barkley which totally brought back memories of Standard Downtown rooftop pool/bar Memorial Day weekend... and I thought, gee, I can't WAIT to head to the Standard (in 3 weeks)! It's one of the few places that I just love! And that thought along with the momentarily gorgeous weather just contributed to my already good mood.
When I got home, I discovered that my "stuff" had arrived. It really wasn't a huge discovery - I was tracking the package and expected it to be there. But the exciting part was that everything I bought (dresses, shirt, skirt, accessories) FIT. How rare is it to buy something online and it fits? I mean, I won't lie - some of them looked a little different than what I had pictured but they fit and look cute nonetheless! Clothes make me giddy! Particularly cute summer clothes and dresses and cute work outfits and... okay, I give up. All clothes make me giddy.
So, I took some pictures to send to my mommy and decided to take lots of goofball ones for her enjoyment. In the meantime, another little something happened that put a huge smile on my face. When I finally sat down to do a little myspace/facebook stalking before working on my memo, I received word that I won (for 2L rep). Yay, after a 3 year vacation from student group stuff.... I'M BACK!!!!
(Really, I tried to pretend those days were over but after I planned the Armenian Genocide event my mom pointed out that I keep going back to this - planning, organizing, being involved etc. I told her I wanted to avoid it and she said, its impossible - "its just in you and it makes you happy!" The odd part of that convo was that my mom was probably most against me joining "school organizations" (and even organizations - non profit etc) in the first place - but I guess over time she has come to realize that i love this stuff.)
So now, I am going to go to sleep because its been an absolutely fantastic day and I'm afraid if I stay up any longer, something bad will happen.
(Okay, I'm not really going to sleep - I'm going to work on my memo - which sucks!)
Friday, April 13, 2007
Tidbits...
Tidbit #1: So, I'm sure you all know that I'm not a huge baseball fan. Nevertheless, its a little exciting that baseball season has started...
I love seeing all the Red Sox fans out and about. I ride into Kenmore everyday then out past the Fenway stop (though most fans get on/off at Kenmore, some also wait at the Fenway stop) and on gamedays, there is such a buzz in the station. Groups of excited fans decked out in their gear - young old short tall skinny fat... Its cute to see the little boys going to their first game or the girls with their braided hair and excessive glitter. This week I saw an old granny with her Red Sox shirt and earrings. And when the Sox win, the T is filled with super excited drunks! lol.
Of course, I have to admit that I sometimes get a little frustrated when I'm exhausted and trying to get home. The influx of fans makes the commute a little less comfy (just imagine the hundreds of fans packed like sardines in the trains!).
But its still fun. Can't wait to go to a game... I mean, not that I care for the game but they do sell Guinness at fenway (they have a great selection of beers actually). And fenway franks? yum. Its just great to be around diehard fans. Unlike the LA bandwagon syndrome, the people here are Red Sox all the way and I love that sort of passion and loyalty.
Tidbit #2: I bumped into my roomie (Sarah) today on my way home from school. She was buying chocolates for work (or so she says...). I get so giddy when I bump into people I know on the street. I don't know why. I bumped into Sarah at the post office once. And I bumped into Angela at the BU Pub long long ago. I really don't know how to explain it. I guess its because in Glendale you're used to seeing someone you know EVERYWHERE you go. Post office, grocery store, mall, gas station, Glenoaks... lol. I know everyone complains about it - including me. I hate looking like a wreck and bumping into someone at Ralphs. But the truth is, its kinda nice to know everyone in your community and bumping into my roomies (and occasionally my classmates) outside of set functions (or school) is kinda fun.
My first month in Boston, I bumped into Misha, an old friend/senate colleague from Cal. I had last seen him at Has's graduation in May of 05. As Lev, Armen and myself were walking around government center trying to find our way to (I guess Quincy?), I stopped at a bus stop to look at the map. There were two guys there also looking at the map and I recognized one of their voices - I turned around and it was none other than Misha himself (beard and all). I'm sure I've told this story before but I just can't get over it. It totally made the world feel a little bit smaller - and more cozy :).
Anyway, I THINK thats it for tidbits. Actually, I'm sure its not - there was something else I wanted to write but I can't remember now so oh well....
I love seeing all the Red Sox fans out and about. I ride into Kenmore everyday then out past the Fenway stop (though most fans get on/off at Kenmore, some also wait at the Fenway stop) and on gamedays, there is such a buzz in the station. Groups of excited fans decked out in their gear - young old short tall skinny fat... Its cute to see the little boys going to their first game or the girls with their braided hair and excessive glitter. This week I saw an old granny with her Red Sox shirt and earrings. And when the Sox win, the T is filled with super excited drunks! lol.
Of course, I have to admit that I sometimes get a little frustrated when I'm exhausted and trying to get home. The influx of fans makes the commute a little less comfy (just imagine the hundreds of fans packed like sardines in the trains!).
But its still fun. Can't wait to go to a game... I mean, not that I care for the game but they do sell Guinness at fenway (they have a great selection of beers actually). And fenway franks? yum. Its just great to be around diehard fans. Unlike the LA bandwagon syndrome, the people here are Red Sox all the way and I love that sort of passion and loyalty.
Tidbit #2: I bumped into my roomie (Sarah) today on my way home from school. She was buying chocolates for work (or so she says...). I get so giddy when I bump into people I know on the street. I don't know why. I bumped into Sarah at the post office once. And I bumped into Angela at the BU Pub long long ago. I really don't know how to explain it. I guess its because in Glendale you're used to seeing someone you know EVERYWHERE you go. Post office, grocery store, mall, gas station, Glenoaks... lol. I know everyone complains about it - including me. I hate looking like a wreck and bumping into someone at Ralphs. But the truth is, its kinda nice to know everyone in your community and bumping into my roomies (and occasionally my classmates) outside of set functions (or school) is kinda fun.
My first month in Boston, I bumped into Misha, an old friend/senate colleague from Cal. I had last seen him at Has's graduation in May of 05. As Lev, Armen and myself were walking around government center trying to find our way to (I guess Quincy?), I stopped at a bus stop to look at the map. There were two guys there also looking at the map and I recognized one of their voices - I turned around and it was none other than Misha himself (beard and all). I'm sure I've told this story before but I just can't get over it. It totally made the world feel a little bit smaller - and more cozy :).
Anyway, I THINK thats it for tidbits. Actually, I'm sure its not - there was something else I wanted to write but I can't remember now so oh well....
Friday, March 30, 2007
Flip Flop time!
No no, I'm not talking about those damn flip floppers. I'm talking about flip flops! I wore flip flops today! YAY!
Granted... I did do crazy things during winter -such as wearing flip flops on cold days - but this is the first time in months I've worn flip flops without worrying about losing my toes! I'm absolutely giddy. (it might hit 60 today!)
Spring is here. (Happy belated Norouz to those who celebrate it). I have never been so excited for Spring. I never really understood what the big deal was. Spring doesn't mean anything in Southern California. Spring is... when you change the clocks and lose an hour of sleep (Spring ahead...).
But after experiencing my first real winter, I get to experience my first real spring. And now, I GET IT. The days are getting longer, the weather is slowly warming up and it just seems like everything is coming back to life. People are back out on the lawn reading, napping, talking on their phones. The flowers in the yard are blooming... and pretty soon i'm sure the trees will be all green too.
Earlier this week, as I walked out of class, I noticed that people are back on the river. The Charles was frozen over for the last few months but now its flowing again and the crew and sailing teams are back out there in their boats. I don't think it's possible to look out at the river - with all the sailboats and their white sails - and not get happy.
I guess seasons give you something to look forward to. For now, I'm going to enjoy spring - light jackets, 50-60 degree temps, and pretty flowers! And I'm sure, come June, I will be eager for summer. And, after enduring a few weeks of heat and humidity, I will likely be ready for the fall - changing colors and cooler temperatures. And, once the leaves are all gone, I will eagerly await the first snow. How wonderful!
Granted... I did do crazy things during winter -such as wearing flip flops on cold days - but this is the first time in months I've worn flip flops without worrying about losing my toes! I'm absolutely giddy. (it might hit 60 today!)
Spring is here. (Happy belated Norouz to those who celebrate it). I have never been so excited for Spring. I never really understood what the big deal was. Spring doesn't mean anything in Southern California. Spring is... when you change the clocks and lose an hour of sleep (Spring ahead...).
But after experiencing my first real winter, I get to experience my first real spring. And now, I GET IT. The days are getting longer, the weather is slowly warming up and it just seems like everything is coming back to life. People are back out on the lawn reading, napping, talking on their phones. The flowers in the yard are blooming... and pretty soon i'm sure the trees will be all green too.
Earlier this week, as I walked out of class, I noticed that people are back on the river. The Charles was frozen over for the last few months but now its flowing again and the crew and sailing teams are back out there in their boats. I don't think it's possible to look out at the river - with all the sailboats and their white sails - and not get happy.
I guess seasons give you something to look forward to. For now, I'm going to enjoy spring - light jackets, 50-60 degree temps, and pretty flowers! And I'm sure, come June, I will be eager for summer. And, after enduring a few weeks of heat and humidity, I will likely be ready for the fall - changing colors and cooler temperatures. And, once the leaves are all gone, I will eagerly await the first snow. How wonderful!
Sunday, March 18, 2007
My first st. patty's in boston
So, yesterday was my first st. patty's in boston. first real st. patty's i guess. It was madness. We started out at a classmates house a little before 9:30 am (yes, AM). Of course we began drinking right away - on an empty stomach. In fact, I was playing flip cup while my bagel was getting toasted. We continued to drink and play while the crowd got bigger and bigger... and by 1 or 2 pm, we were finally ready to head out.
Unfortunately, it was a little too late. When we got into the city, it was madness. Crowds of people and lines everywhere. There was not a single bar without a MASSIVE line. A lotta bars were charging covers - some were a bit crazy (I heard some place was charging $30! - in boston! places here don't have cover and if they do its like $5). Anyway, it was just insane. We finally gave up on the idea of going to a bar and we headed to another friend's house. I think I drank some more at the house - i might have even tried to play beer pong but I couldn't see straight - not sure what I was thinking... and then I passed out for good. Well, for a few hours at least.
Woke up around 8 i think... ready for round two! (except, by this point in the day i looked like a crackhead - seriously - make up smudged and all). We grabbed some pizza then headed to a bar... once again, long lines and since no one was leaving, the lines weren't moving. We finally found one place (bar/club) that didn't have a line! And, best of all, they had two pretty good dj's spinning together (records, not cd's). Maybe I just thought they were good because I was drunk....
Anyway, the night ended with lots of dancing.
9am - 1am. What a St. Patty's day!
(I'm glad it's only once a year because my body would kill me if I tried to do that again anytime soon!)
Unfortunately, it was a little too late. When we got into the city, it was madness. Crowds of people and lines everywhere. There was not a single bar without a MASSIVE line. A lotta bars were charging covers - some were a bit crazy (I heard some place was charging $30! - in boston! places here don't have cover and if they do its like $5). Anyway, it was just insane. We finally gave up on the idea of going to a bar and we headed to another friend's house. I think I drank some more at the house - i might have even tried to play beer pong but I couldn't see straight - not sure what I was thinking... and then I passed out for good. Well, for a few hours at least.
Woke up around 8 i think... ready for round two! (except, by this point in the day i looked like a crackhead - seriously - make up smudged and all). We grabbed some pizza then headed to a bar... once again, long lines and since no one was leaving, the lines weren't moving. We finally found one place (bar/club) that didn't have a line! And, best of all, they had two pretty good dj's spinning together (records, not cd's). Maybe I just thought they were good because I was drunk....
Anyway, the night ended with lots of dancing.
9am - 1am. What a St. Patty's day!
(I'm glad it's only once a year because my body would kill me if I tried to do that again anytime soon!)
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Random Blogging
.... because i'm in.... yes, you guessed it, property.
Why do I never pay attention in property? Well, I walked into class today and this was written on the board:
"To Christina for her life, then to Haley and her heirs if Britney is bald one year from the time of effectiveness of this grant, and then to Jessica and her heirs if Britney is not bald one year from the time of effectiveness"
and
"To Christina for her life, then to Haley and her heirs, but if Britney is not bald one year from the time of effectiveness of this grant, then to Jessica and her heirs."
Do you sympathize?
Thanks
So. I had to do a little bit of shopping yesterday. I headed over to Downtown Crossing and as I was heading home (around 4 pm) I walked past Ballys and noticed the sign outside said, "-10 C"
For those who don't know what "-10 C" means, let me give you my "conversion" - "-10 C" = "ears falling off" (in human terms). Of course, thats about "14 F" for some. But, that wasn't taking into account the freezing cold wind.
BTW. When I say wind - I don't mean "cool wind" or "warm Santa Ana's" - I mean - 40 - 50 mph gusts of freezing (f*#$ing) cold WIND! Wind that finds its way through your layers into your hood and to your EARS.
The weather forecast has described this weeks temperatures as "very cold" "bitterly cold" and "FRIGID" - when have you read weather reports that say frigid?
Our overnight low was "2" with the "real feel" of "-25" (thats not celsius folks!)
Of course, I'm a silly Californian. As I left the house in the morning I thought - "Oooh, nice sunny day" (HAHAHA). I realized ten steps out the door that not grabbing gloves was a big mistake but I was late so I didn't turn back. Instead, I kept my hands in my pockets and hustled to the T.
After class, my friend asked me to help her carry some stuff from her car to school. We got to her car and I realized - hm... I have to carry a box which means, I can't stick my hands in my pockets... uh oh.
It was a 1 block walk from her car to campus - and honestly, I was scared to death that I wouldn't have fingers. I mean, I've said that before. I've told many people, "I took my gloves off and I thought I was going to lose my fingers" - but this was bad. This was no gloves for like 5 minutes. My fingers were burning and throbbing... then semi numb (in fact, I couldn't even grip the box anymore) and when I got into the building they went back to throbbing and burning - my fingertips were a funny color.
Moral of the story - CARRY GLOVES WITH YOU AT ALL TIMES! Five minutes felt like 30... it was just incredible... Bright, Sunny, Gorgeous - Fingers Falling Off - the two just don't seem to go together.
Anyway, I'll end my post with two fun quotes from school:
"Harvard, Harvard. Everyone is always talking about Harvard. Forget Harvard. We're at BU. Better. Thats what the B stands for. Better University." (Professor Maclin)
"I take it the proposition is that I should cancel class on Friday so you can all run off to Florida.... (some convo).... Done" .... "History suggests the Friday before break is not the time to do perpetuaties (sp?)" (Professor Lawson)
And Selmi... something along the lines of, "I was thinking of cancelling class but... (interrupted by applause from class)... okay." (Student... "what's the but") "Well, since there was such an enthusiastic response, no but."
Why do I never pay attention in property? Well, I walked into class today and this was written on the board:
"To Christina for her life, then to Haley and her heirs if Britney is bald one year from the time of effectiveness of this grant, and then to Jessica and her heirs if Britney is not bald one year from the time of effectiveness"
and
"To Christina for her life, then to Haley and her heirs, but if Britney is not bald one year from the time of effectiveness of this grant, then to Jessica and her heirs."
Do you sympathize?
Thanks
So. I had to do a little bit of shopping yesterday. I headed over to Downtown Crossing and as I was heading home (around 4 pm) I walked past Ballys and noticed the sign outside said, "-10 C"
For those who don't know what "-10 C" means, let me give you my "conversion" - "-10 C" = "ears falling off" (in human terms). Of course, thats about "14 F" for some. But, that wasn't taking into account the freezing cold wind.
BTW. When I say wind - I don't mean "cool wind" or "warm Santa Ana's" - I mean - 40 - 50 mph gusts of freezing (f*#$ing) cold WIND! Wind that finds its way through your layers into your hood and to your EARS.
The weather forecast has described this weeks temperatures as "very cold" "bitterly cold" and "FRIGID" - when have you read weather reports that say frigid?
Our overnight low was "2" with the "real feel" of "-25" (thats not celsius folks!)
Of course, I'm a silly Californian. As I left the house in the morning I thought - "Oooh, nice sunny day" (HAHAHA). I realized ten steps out the door that not grabbing gloves was a big mistake but I was late so I didn't turn back. Instead, I kept my hands in my pockets and hustled to the T.
After class, my friend asked me to help her carry some stuff from her car to school. We got to her car and I realized - hm... I have to carry a box which means, I can't stick my hands in my pockets... uh oh.
It was a 1 block walk from her car to campus - and honestly, I was scared to death that I wouldn't have fingers. I mean, I've said that before. I've told many people, "I took my gloves off and I thought I was going to lose my fingers" - but this was bad. This was no gloves for like 5 minutes. My fingers were burning and throbbing... then semi numb (in fact, I couldn't even grip the box anymore) and when I got into the building they went back to throbbing and burning - my fingertips were a funny color.
Moral of the story - CARRY GLOVES WITH YOU AT ALL TIMES! Five minutes felt like 30... it was just incredible... Bright, Sunny, Gorgeous - Fingers Falling Off - the two just don't seem to go together.
Anyway, I'll end my post with two fun quotes from school:
"Harvard, Harvard. Everyone is always talking about Harvard. Forget Harvard. We're at BU. Better. Thats what the B stands for. Better University." (Professor Maclin)
"I take it the proposition is that I should cancel class on Friday so you can all run off to Florida.... (some convo).... Done" .... "History suggests the Friday before break is not the time to do perpetuaties (sp?)" (Professor Lawson)
And Selmi... something along the lines of, "I was thinking of cancelling class but... (interrupted by applause from class)... okay." (Student... "what's the but") "Well, since there was such an enthusiastic response, no but."
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Glendale Elections = Fun Times
I woke up at 8 am today. That's just disgusting. Not only is it Sunday - its a 3-day weekend sunday. What on earth was i thinking? (It was the alcohol from last night doing the thinking - not me!)
I was very excited to find out that I am still loved in Glendale. The one thing I hate about Boston is being anonymous. But fortunately, Glendalians are keeping my "memory" alive...
You see, there is a crazy woman running for school board and her name is Naira Khachatrian (sp?). Though I've never met her in person (I don't think), I did have the pleasure of speaking to her on the phone when she called me one day - here is an abbreviated transcript:
N: I saw you on television last night and you said you were the proud product of public schools. How could you be proud? Our public schools suck. They keep our children back! If you had received a good education, you would have been able to go to a good college such as UC Berkeley. You know, my son is very smart - he got into Berkeley.
Me: It's funny you should say that because I DID go to Berkeley. Who is your son btw? I knew many of the Armenians on campus.
N: Oh, my son didn't go to Berkeley for various reasons - he went to (I believe she said CSULA). And you DID NOT go to Berkeley. Don't try to fool me! You could have never gotten into Berkeley. Do you know what sort of GPA you need to get into Berkeley? My son is very smart. What was your GPA? And you are too young to have graduated from Berkeley!
Me: Well, I transferred to Berkeley. My GPA was XXX. And I did graduate from Berkeley last spring.
N: Liar. You did not. How old are you? How could you? Do you know UNIVERSITIES are FOUR YEAR schools not TWO YEAR schools? Do you realize Berkeley is a FOUR YEAR school? That means you must be 22 when you finish. They don't allow you to finish in less time than that. And Berkeley doesn't take transfers.
I finally gave up and said, "You must be right. I would not know anything about Berkeley or the UC system. I am an idiot. Thank you for educating me on the failure of our public school system. But if you ever have a free moment, please drop by the office and take a look at my degree - perhaps you can tell me what school I graduated from. Have a nice day." (Click).
Well, I guess this woman is still hung up on our little conversation because apparently she attacked me on TV a few weeks ago. Awwww! Isn't that sweet? I'm not even IN the city and she's using me for her politicking. I love it!
The unfortunate part is that I heard about this through someone else and actually have no idea what she did say - I'd LOVE to find out so if you happen to watch Armenian TV and see a crazy lady talking about me... drop me a note!
(When I told my mom this story she said - "Hey, they say there is no such thing as bad publicity." Lol. I must agree. As long as she feels the need to bring up my name in conversation, I must be doing something right! ....well, unless I'm a crack addict or something)
I was very excited to find out that I am still loved in Glendale. The one thing I hate about Boston is being anonymous. But fortunately, Glendalians are keeping my "memory" alive...
You see, there is a crazy woman running for school board and her name is Naira Khachatrian (sp?). Though I've never met her in person (I don't think), I did have the pleasure of speaking to her on the phone when she called me one day - here is an abbreviated transcript:
N: I saw you on television last night and you said you were the proud product of public schools. How could you be proud? Our public schools suck. They keep our children back! If you had received a good education, you would have been able to go to a good college such as UC Berkeley. You know, my son is very smart - he got into Berkeley.
Me: It's funny you should say that because I DID go to Berkeley. Who is your son btw? I knew many of the Armenians on campus.
N: Oh, my son didn't go to Berkeley for various reasons - he went to (I believe she said CSULA). And you DID NOT go to Berkeley. Don't try to fool me! You could have never gotten into Berkeley. Do you know what sort of GPA you need to get into Berkeley? My son is very smart. What was your GPA? And you are too young to have graduated from Berkeley!
Me: Well, I transferred to Berkeley. My GPA was XXX. And I did graduate from Berkeley last spring.
N: Liar. You did not. How old are you? How could you? Do you know UNIVERSITIES are FOUR YEAR schools not TWO YEAR schools? Do you realize Berkeley is a FOUR YEAR school? That means you must be 22 when you finish. They don't allow you to finish in less time than that. And Berkeley doesn't take transfers.
I finally gave up and said, "You must be right. I would not know anything about Berkeley or the UC system. I am an idiot. Thank you for educating me on the failure of our public school system. But if you ever have a free moment, please drop by the office and take a look at my degree - perhaps you can tell me what school I graduated from. Have a nice day." (Click).
Well, I guess this woman is still hung up on our little conversation because apparently she attacked me on TV a few weeks ago. Awwww! Isn't that sweet? I'm not even IN the city and she's using me for her politicking. I love it!
The unfortunate part is that I heard about this through someone else and actually have no idea what she did say - I'd LOVE to find out so if you happen to watch Armenian TV and see a crazy lady talking about me... drop me a note!
(When I told my mom this story she said - "Hey, they say there is no such thing as bad publicity." Lol. I must agree. As long as she feels the need to bring up my name in conversation, I must be doing something right! ....well, unless I'm a crack addict or something)
Sunday, December 17, 2006
Aww, the Holidays...
So, I was going to post a blog venting about a particular genius i know - who falls into the category of "boys who will never grow up" but instead, as I sat here staring at my computer screen, I realized that I could hear Christmas songs coming from.... somewhere?
My first guess was that it was the landlord (1st floor of the house is where the landlord lives).... but I walked over to the window and cracked it open - sure enough, there were the carolers, standing outside and serenading a household! My window overlooks our back yard and the neighbors on the street behind us (I'm on the 3rd floor)... and from here I could/can see the group of 30 or so people (ALL ages - even little ones all bundled up!).
Isn't that the cutest thing ever? Carolers!?!?! They just finished "Jingle Bells and We Wish You A Merry Christmas!" (they shift houses every few songs) - and a few of them are carrying sleigh bells and someone has a deep santa voice (and keeps saying ho ho ho... Merry Christmas!)
I'm in love. Of course, I'm a little bummed that its December in Massachusetts and I can sit in my room with the window wide open (it was warmer here last night than in so cal! gr!)... but... i still love it here! I wish I had someone to go on carriage rides with - and i cant wait to come back and go ice skating! woohoo.
Anyway, my former bball teammates used to call me the "PTA Mom" since I always organized dorky outings (hey! you all loved them okay...) I've now decided that aside from a fourth of july block party with my neighbors, I'm going to have to also organize a holiday caroling thing :) yay!
back to pretending to study but instead being fuming pissed off at the idiots of the world... great!
My first guess was that it was the landlord (1st floor of the house is where the landlord lives).... but I walked over to the window and cracked it open - sure enough, there were the carolers, standing outside and serenading a household! My window overlooks our back yard and the neighbors on the street behind us (I'm on the 3rd floor)... and from here I could/can see the group of 30 or so people (ALL ages - even little ones all bundled up!).
Isn't that the cutest thing ever? Carolers!?!?! They just finished "Jingle Bells and We Wish You A Merry Christmas!" (they shift houses every few songs) - and a few of them are carrying sleigh bells and someone has a deep santa voice (and keeps saying ho ho ho... Merry Christmas!)
I'm in love. Of course, I'm a little bummed that its December in Massachusetts and I can sit in my room with the window wide open (it was warmer here last night than in so cal! gr!)... but... i still love it here! I wish I had someone to go on carriage rides with - and i cant wait to come back and go ice skating! woohoo.
Anyway, my former bball teammates used to call me the "PTA Mom" since I always organized dorky outings (hey! you all loved them okay...) I've now decided that aside from a fourth of july block party with my neighbors, I'm going to have to also organize a holiday caroling thing :) yay!
back to pretending to study but instead being fuming pissed off at the idiots of the world... great!
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Rare Moments
(semi-incoherent rambling about my mood... my day... life?)
So, I was walking home today and suddenly, for no specific reason at all, I just started smiling. I was smiling practicially ear to ear.
I'm not really sure what triggered it... it could have been the song I was listening to...Or maybe a series of events over the past few days. I had a very long conversation with my mom a few nights ago. (It had been the perfect ending to one of the worst days I've had in years. At the end of a very long and very difficult and draining -both physically and emotionally, I had decided to ditch the train and walk home. The cool Boston air and the perfectly clear night were just what I needed. But then the nearly 3 hour conversation with my mom just really took the prize. - For those who don't know - 3 hour conversations with my mom don't happen - particularly not on the specific topics we discussed). To add to the series of events... I recently met with Maura in our career development office and we had a great conversation... it just sparked so many ideas in my head... it really was invigorating. Today, as I was heading home, I bumped into her in the elevator and picked her brain for some more information. Then, I chose to ditch the train again instead called my grandma for a few minutes (nothing big but she's just so cute! love her!).
And suddenly, when I was almost home...
I guess it was just one of those moments. I thought to myself... goddamn, I'm in Boston and I love it here. I know I"ll hate the cold but I'm loving the idea of it... along with the idea of the tree lighting ceremonies and hot cocoa (rather than palm trees and ice tea).
I couldn't help but think... I'm in Boston, I'm going to law school, I'm single. I have my whole life ahead of me... SO MANY CHOICES AND OPTIONS. I typically hate options... in fact, I often DESPISE options but the fact that I have them is so great. Its so liberating. I'm free - free to do as i please. Free to live my life the way i choose. I'm free to eat cookies before dinner, free to sleep in on Sundays... free to pick a career of my choice.
I don't know what it was really but... I guess it was just a sudden rush of cheer and optimism. It was great.
I remember this one day in September... we all thought it was the last warm day of the year (we were wrong) but this particular sunday was the only warm day we'd had in several days - and it wasn't just warm, it was hot. Right around sundown I headed towards campus to pick some things up and then decided to walk to the grocery store. As I walked down the street, I just couldn't help but feel great about being here. The sky looked beautiful, the vibe of the city was just right, there were students walking around everyone and I felt so at east - no homesickness, no longing for california... i felt very at home.
I dunno... I guess I just like Boston. But, as I always say, ask me again in January - I might have a different opinion about this city.
So, I was walking home today and suddenly, for no specific reason at all, I just started smiling. I was smiling practicially ear to ear.
I'm not really sure what triggered it... it could have been the song I was listening to...Or maybe a series of events over the past few days. I had a very long conversation with my mom a few nights ago. (It had been the perfect ending to one of the worst days I've had in years. At the end of a very long and very difficult and draining -both physically and emotionally, I had decided to ditch the train and walk home. The cool Boston air and the perfectly clear night were just what I needed. But then the nearly 3 hour conversation with my mom just really took the prize. - For those who don't know - 3 hour conversations with my mom don't happen - particularly not on the specific topics we discussed). To add to the series of events... I recently met with Maura in our career development office and we had a great conversation... it just sparked so many ideas in my head... it really was invigorating. Today, as I was heading home, I bumped into her in the elevator and picked her brain for some more information. Then, I chose to ditch the train again instead called my grandma for a few minutes (nothing big but she's just so cute! love her!).
And suddenly, when I was almost home...
I guess it was just one of those moments. I thought to myself... goddamn, I'm in Boston and I love it here. I know I"ll hate the cold but I'm loving the idea of it... along with the idea of the tree lighting ceremonies and hot cocoa (rather than palm trees and ice tea).
I couldn't help but think... I'm in Boston, I'm going to law school, I'm single. I have my whole life ahead of me... SO MANY CHOICES AND OPTIONS. I typically hate options... in fact, I often DESPISE options but the fact that I have them is so great. Its so liberating. I'm free - free to do as i please. Free to live my life the way i choose. I'm free to eat cookies before dinner, free to sleep in on Sundays... free to pick a career of my choice.
I don't know what it was really but... I guess it was just a sudden rush of cheer and optimism. It was great.
I remember this one day in September... we all thought it was the last warm day of the year (we were wrong) but this particular sunday was the only warm day we'd had in several days - and it wasn't just warm, it was hot. Right around sundown I headed towards campus to pick some things up and then decided to walk to the grocery store. As I walked down the street, I just couldn't help but feel great about being here. The sky looked beautiful, the vibe of the city was just right, there were students walking around everyone and I felt so at east - no homesickness, no longing for california... i felt very at home.
I dunno... I guess I just like Boston. But, as I always say, ask me again in January - I might have a different opinion about this city.
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