Antithesis
Grey's Anatomy is the opposite of Desperate Housewives. I love the show. It is probably one of two or three shows I actually look forward to during the week. Although the characters' lives are a little over-dramatic, as in, my life is never that interesting on a weekly basis (which is why there is no tv show about my life), it explores realistic feelings and topics, rather than insipid melodrama. And although characters are slightly predictable (ok, we get it, Dr. Yang is type-A and super competitive), they keep ending up in unique unpredictable situations. And often, hilarity ensues.

Furthermore, although everyone on that show is HOT, they are also real. Not everyone on the show is stick thin, and the cast is pretty multi-ethnic. E.g. Sara Ramirez, formerly of Spamalot! fame, who's Latina and plays George's love interest ... and apparently lives in the basement of the hospital. Anyways. Another favorite is Jeffrey Dean Morgan. Yumm. But I digress. Really, the show is enjoyable, although the tasty actors are like icing. Icing on an already very tasty cake.

On one final note ... all the surgeons on the show, as surgeons in real life are kind of meant to be, are all type-A overachievers each in his/her own little way. Umm, kind of like law school, no?

I Am in Love With Your Baby...
Yours, yours, yours, and yes, yours already, and yours when it comes, as one day it will come. I am in love with all of them.

Since the new year, I have had three friends tell me they are having babies. Two of them are my age exactly and have told me in the last month. Congrats to all! So very exciting!

Hmm, that is all.

Ki-hap!
Yesterday, I had my introductory private lesson at the new taekwondo school I joined. I'm not sure what I've gotten myself into. I like the school because it is well run and offers classes morning 'til night, which works with my wonky schedule. However, it's a completely different system than I'm used to!

I'm no historical expert, but as Taekwondo developed over the centuries, it has fragmented into many different styles and sects. Today, there is at least two styles -- ITF and WTF. And then a lot of schools that run around saying they teach Taekwondo but really are more into sport karate or some such thing. And then everyone's master says he trained with some guy who started Taekwondo, even tho' the art is like over 2000 years old. I digress. My point is that the system at this school is totally different than everything I'm used to. They do the blocks differently. They do different forms. No one seems to ki-hap when they kick. And I think they call a back kick a turning side kick. Jury's still out on that one.

At the very least, the school does have a competition team, which I think is exactly what I'm looking for. Even then, I think they use funny gear -- like the clown shoes and pseudo-boxing gloves... we'll see. I don't really have time to go back right now. I've got a note deadline on Monday. Blah.

Oh, and yes, of all the many ways to write "ki-hap," I chose the one with my nickname in it. :)

Because I Still Can't Write About What I Want
Being tired of the flubbiness of my body, I finally decided to do something serious about it and signed up for taekwondo classes at a local taekwondo school. This one is won't take me eons to get to and the people are already friendlier than the one I tried last year. My first class is today, which is really a private lesson, which hopefully won't involve some Steve Burns look-alike doing a full split in front of me. Been there, and quite literally, done that.

The weather is glorious out. Almost 70, and I'm wearing a skirt. Yeay!

Because I Can't Write About What I Want
For environmental law today, we read a recent district court decision that went on for five pages about the meaning of the word "any".

Some days, I think I'm pursuing the best profession ever. Sometimes I think I'm pursuing the most futile, unrealistic, disconnected from reality profession ever.

I'm not sure what today was.

Tivo Edit
I'm thinking of taking Desperate Housewives off my Tivo. It's a ridiculous show, and I don't think I really enjoy it. It's just a bunch of people making stupid decisions to melodramtic ends. And you can tell what's coming to the characters b/c they are caricatures of their worst characteristics. Oh, I suppose the word I'm looking for is predictable. Yes, I think I will take it off my Tivo. I've never been a big fan of soap opera like shows.

Perhaps this freed up hour will let me watch every Lost episode 2x, because it's chock full of mysteries!

Dreams
Last night, I dreamt that I very willingly engaged in a threesome. I wonder if that dream had anything to do with the fact that after the "law prom," all the friends I went with went home with boys. And I walked home after a girl I was going to share a cab with yelled at me way more seriously than the situation required. And then on the way home, I saw two men peeing in dark corners. But not so far into dark corners as to prevent me from seeing streams of urine.

My feet are blistery today.

Dreams
Last night, I dreamt that I very willingly engaged in a threesome. I wonder if that dream had anything to do with the fact that after the "law prom," all the friends I went with went home with boys. And I walked home after a girl I was going to share a cab with yelled at me way more seriously than the situation required. And then on the way home, I saw two men peeing in dark corners. But not so far into dark corners as to prevent me from seeing streams of urine.

My feet are blisterly today.

Sweater or Dog?
I was wearing a sweater yesterday that shed like a shaggy dog. It was awful. I would sit in a chair for a moment, get up, and the black chair would be cream colored. Every time I moved, I could see a swirl of sweater fur around me. All day long, I felt like I had something in my eye, and I'm pretty sure if I blew my nose, a furry cream colored ball of snot would come out. The sweater was so annoying that I had to leave the library earlier than planned just so I could come home and take the damn thing off.

It is now in a bag waiting to be taken to goodwill. Stupid sweater.

Quick, Quickie, Quickier
I came, I spoke, I conquered.

Tonight was journal elections. They were far more dramatic than they needed to be (did it really need to take one hour to elect the editor in chief?). But after deciding not to run for any of the top-of-the-masthead positions, I wrote a small, teeny speech for articles editor, gave it in a blur of excitement and nervousness, and I won! Articles editor. Just what I wanted and right up my alley. Yeay!

It's nice to finally win something. (Thanks.)

Then, I was going to lock myself in my study cubby but the new managing editor shook his head at me, no, and I obeyed and I ended up being one of the last to leave the post-election social. And then I had tasty New York style pizza. Time for an episode of Gilmore girls then bed! Have my tutorial at 10:15 am. "Bring anything you have written." Umm, is it ok if what I've written in like FOUR weeks is in bullet points and incomplete sentences?

Tonight, the outgoing ME who is also my former writing TA said my journal writing competition entry was solid. Contrast that with the crap I wrote in college (of which I was sorely reminded over spring break), and it feels good to have come this far. If you knew me then and how anxious writing made me, and now I just go on and on and on, particularly on this here blog ... I really have come a long way. [Excuse the self-congratulatory tone of this post.]

Ok, a drunken good night to you and you and you. But you, you in the back, not you.