Fon-don't

Tonight, to celebrate the completion of finals, we went to the new hip restaurant, Urban Fondue. Although I had finished last night, a few others had to wait until today. I had my own mini celebration of my demi-completion of law school. I had a demi-bottle of champagne and a demi-box of chocolates. Tonight, I had a full on meal celebration.

I should have known it was going to be bad when I couldn't understand the menu. I won't try to explain it because it still won't make any sense. After waiting for our waiter to return (which apparently was the theme that night), we were able to get him to explain the whole idea. I knew something was up when he kept referring to choice of entree as "choice of protein."

We decided to start with some cheese fondue. I had had some homemade fondue before, and this was similar. I really enjoyed the bread and cheese. The fruit and cheese was also pleasing. Then again, I'm a big cheese fan.

Then the "protein" course arrived. We basically had to boil some chicken in a pot that was being heated by a small flame. I was a little wary. I tried it out. The catch was I couldn't tell if it was cooked or not. It didn't help that it was so dark in there that I really had trouble discerning the color of my food. I am afraid of raw chicken. I don't want food poisoning.

I tried to be adventurous, though. And I didn't want to make too much fun of it because it wasn't my suggestion, and I didn't want to insult anyone. After I starting chewing raw chicken, though, I had enough. I immediately spit it out and no longer could think of eating anymore. I tried to get my fill of the chocolate fondue we got for dessert.

In the end, the waiter over-charged us. We were charged for alcohol we didn't even order. Our comp-ed dessert was listed -- twice. It was all taken care of, but not a great end to the night. I might go back for the cheese and chocolate fondue, but I will stay away from the boiled "protein."

As half the party walked back to go home, we passed a bar. I suggested we go and get something to eat. (Despite our $200 meal for six people, I was still quite hungry, as were my present company.) It turned out to be happy hour. We each got a cheeseburger and fries. Our total bill (including a couple of beers) was $20. We left the well-lit restaurant with well-cooked food with full bellies.

It struck me on my way home that it was quite funny that I had to stop and eat supper right after I just finished eating supper. I think I learned my lesson.

Woooohoooooowwowoooooo

Ok, I'm procrastinating. Prop trans sucks. I will fail that test. Someone shoot me now.

Whatcha Waiting For?

(You stupid ho)

Ok, enough of the bad Gwen Stefani song. I know I haven't been around lately. I've been waiting for a spare moment. Actually, I think that's a lie because I've had more free time during finals than I've had all year. Recap since the 8th (in no particular order):

1. I got a new credit card, American Express Blue. It's very pretty and has 0% financing until March of oh-six! Try and beat that.

2. In celebration of my interest-free card, I went shopping. I'm considering it an advance on my summer salary. I got a few more sweaters, some underwear, and a new pink coat!

3. My brother is very hairy and had to have butt-surgery because of it. Email if you want more information. New nickname: Buttman accompanied by the neener-neener singing of the original theme song.

4. Baton Rouge is now an aunt! More babies! It's that time of my life where people start having babies. And I'm not even in a relationship.

5. I had really nasty cereal this morning. My milk is almost dead and it affected the sweet taste of my frosted mini-wheats. Either that or the thought of it almost being bad converted the taste in my head. In any event, about 10 bloated mini-wheats sit in my bowl in front of me.

6. Oh, and I've taken two finals and have left the motherlode of bad finals for last. I shall be studying non-stop (more or less) for the next four days to prepare for that exam.

On that last note, I would like to complain now. It seems everyone else in the nation has completed finals. I have a deadline of the 21st for my last final. While I do get to choose when I take my exams, having property transactions left does not free me up at all. It's not like I could just choose to take that exam tomorrow. All I've learned from that class so far is pay your mortgage (which all of you should take heed to... I don't think I'll be fit to help you anymore than that... ever).

Now I shall go and study while the rest of the nation revels in their freedom. Maybe I can finish up in three days and party hardy until then.

Until then...

Why, Oh Why?

I was out of class at 11am today. It was the end of my first semester of second year. I went to the doctor and was home by 1pm. I finished outlines and rewrote my trial memo for mock trial. Then because I was "taking the advice of my medical provider" decided to watch The Princess Bride to "rest." Then I just kind of hung out on my computer for an hour and a half. I didn't get anything else done today.

I'm about to leave to go hang out at a friends. I'm going to work tomorrow and Friday. When will I get my Evidence studying done? I really want to take that test Monday. I can be ready for that by Monday, right? I think so. I still have all weekend.

Why can't I just get my act together and study?!

PS Constantly checking for new emails doesn't help either. In fact, I get too excited when a new one comes... *Sigh*

Too Close for Comfort

In one month and 2 days I will be...


24!!!!!

Oh my goodness. I can't take this. I'm getting old. I'm growing up. I'm on my way to a real job. Where did 21 go? Where did the endless nights of partying go? Where did my youth go?

Ok, well 21 disappeared almost 3 years ago. Gosh time flies. I never had endless nights of partying, but I would still like the opportunity to do so. And my youth disappears everyday. My parents were married by this point. In fact, my mom was really close to being pregnant with me.

I know, I know. Most of you will say I'm still young, but the numbers are frightening me. This is the first time in my life that I'm starting to wish birthdays didn't come. What kind of craziness is that?

Boy, Did I Get Closer

Yesterday, I spent most of the day sleeping. When I wasn't sleeping I was pretending to be reading a study aid, which was not going to well because I don't really recall most of what I read. I also decided to see the new movie, Closer.

The problem was, I was really slow getting out of my apartment, probably because I had just woken up from a nap. By the time I finally picked up Oklahoma (who still has yet to fix his car), found a parking spot, and bought my ticket, the movie was starting. Apparently everybody and their sister decided to see this movie at 2:50 in the afternoon.

Aside: What's great about seeing movies at 3 in the afternoon in Portland during the fall/winter is that when you walk out two hours later, it's pretty much dark, so there is none of that blinding light syndrome upon leaving the theatre.

By the time Oklahoma and I walked into the theatre, the only seats available in the stadium style seating room were the two ground-level rows near the screen. I haven't sat that close since I was a teenager. What was really disturbing about watching this movie so close is that much of the film is close-ups of the four main characters. I got to see every single one of Clive Owen's imperfections, which I really didn't mind, but it was a bit of a strain on the neck.

When we left the theatre, all of us were dizzy from the new focus our eyes had to take. Had I know that was the only place to sit in the theatre, I would have opted out for that time. But I didn't, and I watched the film closer than I had anticipated. I'm glad I saw it though. It was a different take on the love story, if you could even call it that.

Now that I've finished that, I must go and work on my homework for my abbreviated week, and actually get some study aid reading done.

Stress Time

I just figured out I'm in stress mode and didn't even know it. For the last week, I've been eating an average of 2.5 meals a day. Really, it's probably closer to 2.19754830534 meals a day, but you get my gist.

See, what happens to me is I start eating less when I get stressed out. It's weird. I don't know why I do it. (I do know, however, that I eat more when depressed, which is totally different than stressed.)

So, I've had my two meals today. Breakfast and a meal somewhere between four and six pm. *SIGH* At least I can maybe shed some of this winter flab...