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edge of town, where the gravel's thin
Friday night I slept endlessly. I woke at noon only to nap again at four. Whenever I sleep binge it makes my sinuses hurt, no matter how desperately I'm needing it.
But my sister visited at six, children in tow. Grant, who was terrorish when I saw him three weeks ago and apparently a monster when he was here on Wednesday (and a monster in general, all the days between) was charming, angelic, and amusing. He'd been to the St. Patrick's day parade that morning and missed his nap, but instead of turning whiny when he got tired he turned witty instead; at some point he was quoting something, none of us knows what, waving his hands like an Italian and telling us "it's not despicable, it's just the situation... like when the floor is beneath you and the ceiling's way above you... and you're running and running but the wind is running faster... but it's not the despicableness, it's just the situation." I'd had three glasses of wine by this point and nearly peed my pants.
The retention level of his four year old brain is frightening, really.
Griffin observed this all quietly with dark blue eyes. He also ate a lot. He's a piglet, and still remarkably funny-looking, but forgivably so when he wraps his tiny hands around your finger and curls like a worm against your chest.
My ever-helpful and indulgent mother took me to Barnes and Noble today, where we perused the education section for LSAT guides and law school books. Barrons proved superior in a cursory examination and we bought one of each and I brought them home to obsess over. The LSAT guide has a helpful diagnostic test; I've sampled old tests in the guides in the library and the diagnostic test told me pretty much what I already knew, that I'm strong in analytical reasoning, a little shaky but fairly decent in reading comprehension, and that I suck at logical reasoning. As logical reasoning is about half the exam, this is less than ideal.
But that is what the book is for, and I do have until October, so I'm doing my best not to freak out.
In the lovely world of digital cable, my mother was offered a free one-month subscription to the added joy of onDemand. This is tremendously fortuitous, as I get to catch up on Six Feet Under and Sex and the City and *lots and lots and lots* of Queer as Folk.
I am trying *very very* hard not to think of how I'll be back at school in a week. I was right. I do not want to go back.
But my sister visited at six, children in tow. Grant, who was terrorish when I saw him three weeks ago and apparently a monster when he was here on Wednesday (and a monster in general, all the days between) was charming, angelic, and amusing. He'd been to the St. Patrick's day parade that morning and missed his nap, but instead of turning whiny when he got tired he turned witty instead; at some point he was quoting something, none of us knows what, waving his hands like an Italian and telling us "it's not despicable, it's just the situation... like when the floor is beneath you and the ceiling's way above you... and you're running and running but the wind is running faster... but it's not the despicableness, it's just the situation." I'd had three glasses of wine by this point and nearly peed my pants.
The retention level of his four year old brain is frightening, really.
Griffin observed this all quietly with dark blue eyes. He also ate a lot. He's a piglet, and still remarkably funny-looking, but forgivably so when he wraps his tiny hands around your finger and curls like a worm against your chest.
My ever-helpful and indulgent mother took me to Barnes and Noble today, where we perused the education section for LSAT guides and law school books. Barrons proved superior in a cursory examination and we bought one of each and I brought them home to obsess over. The LSAT guide has a helpful diagnostic test; I've sampled old tests in the guides in the library and the diagnostic test told me pretty much what I already knew, that I'm strong in analytical reasoning, a little shaky but fairly decent in reading comprehension, and that I suck at logical reasoning. As logical reasoning is about half the exam, this is less than ideal.
But that is what the book is for, and I do have until October, so I'm doing my best not to freak out.
In the lovely world of digital cable, my mother was offered a free one-month subscription to the added joy of onDemand. This is tremendously fortuitous, as I get to catch up on Six Feet Under and Sex and the City and *lots and lots and lots* of Queer as Folk.
I am trying *very very* hard not to think of how I'll be back at school in a week. I was right. I do not want to go back.