Wow, so hello there world after 2 years of forgetting this silly blog existed. I'd really like to pick it back up sooooo here's trying.
Weekend Update: In the last two years I've
- Become not a lame 1L
- Become an engaged lady
- Become moved into a better apartment
- Become a person who has traveled a little more
That's about all that has happened in the last two years. Nothing to sneeze at. My goal moving forward is to say less things about trying to be funny and instead be funny on accident. Sense?
Apparently all the fancy pro bloggers out there prepare blog posts beforehand, even in bulk, so that their posts are better, more frequent, and less diary-entry. In the very boring 3 weeks I have until LAW SCHOOL GRADUATION maybe I'll try that out.
Peace!
Thursday, April 4, 2013
Monday, May 16, 2011
violating the sacred rules of how to spend summers when you're a twenty something
But fo rilz, I'm a relatively good looking fun to be around likes alcohol kind of twenty something who lives in the CAPITOL OF SUMMER AKA SAN DIEGO, CA. What the fudge am I doing sitting on my bed putting off homework by blogging? FUDGE THAT.
Fudge sounds so good right now.
The crappy part of living in San Diego at all, let alone in summer months when clothes become few and far between on good looking people in the streets is that EVERYONE (aside from the tourists from Minnesota) is slender and built for being naked. I'll say it...even the old folks. When I drag my laziness out of bed to go frolic in Balboa Park (read: trying to jog) Grandpa Joe will go running by me, bones jingling, with naught but old people skin holding him together. He is old as dirt and can still haul ass down the trail. What a jerk. Even the new mom's with their jogging strollers and 3 day old infants in tow look awesome.
Are you kidding me?? When I'm old I will be sitting down in an arm chair shoving $5 bills in my grandkids pockets while swigging from a flask and complaining about my dumb sons-in-law. Not jogging. When I've just had a baby I will be too busy ordering my husband to change diapers and bring me bon bons to be subjecting myself to daylight and the possibility of further human interaction.
But lacking the perfect san diego uniform isn't the violation I've committed. It is going to school. Going to school isn't tooooo bad. Being a 2L for two whole weeks has almost been awesome actually. I know it is veritably impossible to judge how an entire year will go based off of one measly week filled with introduction classes (spending 45 minutes listening to your entire Evidence class brag to the professor about the trial prep boot camp they are taking this summer), being introduced to your professors (a semi nerdy very academic looking Chinese man opens his mouth to tell you about his trusts and estates class when suddenly a BOOMING voice comes barreling out on the vehicle of a very strong Texan accent…that will throw you off…) and feeling this ever familiar renewed sense of motivation that you will do all of the reading one week ahead of schedule and start outlining NOW and not start wearing sweatpants in public until half way through the trimester! However, so far it really has been awesome.
Fudge sounds so good right now.
The crappy part of living in San Diego at all, let alone in summer months when clothes become few and far between on good looking people in the streets is that EVERYONE (aside from the tourists from Minnesota) is slender and built for being naked. I'll say it...even the old folks. When I drag my laziness out of bed to go frolic in Balboa Park (read: trying to jog) Grandpa Joe will go running by me, bones jingling, with naught but old people skin holding him together. He is old as dirt and can still haul ass down the trail. What a jerk. Even the new mom's with their jogging strollers and 3 day old infants in tow look awesome.
Are you kidding me?? When I'm old I will be sitting down in an arm chair shoving $5 bills in my grandkids pockets while swigging from a flask and complaining about my dumb sons-in-law. Not jogging. When I've just had a baby I will be too busy ordering my husband to change diapers and bring me bon bons to be subjecting myself to daylight and the possibility of further human interaction.
But lacking the perfect san diego uniform isn't the violation I've committed. It is going to school. Going to school isn't tooooo bad. Being a 2L for two whole weeks has almost been awesome actually. I know it is veritably impossible to judge how an entire year will go based off of one measly week filled with introduction classes (spending 45 minutes listening to your entire Evidence class brag to the professor about the trial prep boot camp they are taking this summer), being introduced to your professors (a semi nerdy very academic looking Chinese man opens his mouth to tell you about his trusts and estates class when suddenly a BOOMING voice comes barreling out on the vehicle of a very strong Texan accent…that will throw you off…) and feeling this ever familiar renewed sense of motivation that you will do all of the reading one week ahead of schedule and start outlining NOW and not start wearing sweatpants in public until half way through the trimester! However, so far it really has been awesome.
Of course I suppose it could be the fact that it is summer in San Diego and you can’t be awake for 10 minutes without catching what feels like this infectious happiness to be alive. Perhaps it’s the sunshine accompanied by cool breezes or the sight of small children frolicking in Balboa park with their golden retrievers as delighted parents look on, but even the thought of being cooped up in class for a few hours a day can’t seem to bring anyone down. It could also be, again, the fact that we are only one week in and there is hardly anything to worry about anyway as far as school work goes. After all, baseball season is well under way and the beach beckons incessantly so the most common sight on a San Diego summer afternoon is sunburnt die hard Padres fans wandering through bars on their way to Petco Park to root, root, root for the home team.
But as far as school goes what I can tell so far about the difference between 1L and 2L is this common trust that seems to have sprouted on its own between students and professors. They must hire certain professors to teach 1L classes who are purposely intimidating so as to frighten as many students away as possible so that only those with the toughest skin (and the greatest love of emotional and academic masochism) are left. As soon as you walk into your first 2L class, its as though that professor has been told to welcome you with open arms with a big warm hug. As though they are trying to say “I’m so sorry we had to put you through that, but you are a better person now, and I just adore you. Here, come sit down and let me treat you like a second year law student. Forget about marine bootcamp with Sergeant Paine…er…I mean your 1L year.” It is as though the 2L professor has stepped down from their pedestal on high to treat you more as a colleague than as a side dish for dinner. It is positively lovely.
So the trick now will be to maintain this fresh feeling of motivation and “I’m going to finish all of the week’s reading the Sunday before”-ness so that I can somewhat enjoy my summers and keep the stress level as low as possible. I mean, actually, for all I know when I get my grades in a week I could just decide to forge a different path and leave all this law school beeswax behind. However, as of right now I am a happy lady, finishing her homework and prepping the bones of my class outlines for when that day comes that I am ready to start in on them. I vow to try my best this year, to do my reading on time, study as much as possible, and not trade in cute summer dresses and shorts for sweatpants and pajama t-shirts until at least midterm season starts up…
Also, I keep walking by my little desk/vanity in my bedroom and running my hand over the top of it as if to say “don’t worry little desk/vanity…some day soon I will sand and paint you and introduce you to a very nice chair friend you I think you will live happily ever after with.” That project will call for serious baby steps. Step one: buy sanding material and paint. Step two: sort through all the crap in its drawers and figure out what to do with said crap. Step three: have a beer. I’ll let you know how it all goes…
Monday, April 25, 2011
HELLO! From the City of Gracious Living
Well here I was:
One year of law school has come and gone, and here I sit on a Monday at 9:45am in my jammy jams. BORED OUT OF MY GOURD. Me and the dogs can only watch so much "Untold Stories of the ER," (although one of the doctors on this show is www.damnyourefine.com) "Bridezillas," and "Andrew Zimmerns Bizarre Foods," before we get restless. Also, if I see one more commercial for weight loss frozen foods, weight loss pills, or the Bowflex tred climber I think I'll just go completely banana nut bread sandwich. Do I SERIOUSLY miss STUDYING?? ITS LESS THAN 2 DAYS SINCE MY LAST FINAL! WHY CAN'T I ENJOY MY WEEK OF FREEDOM??
Maybe this is a telling sign of my true love for being a student. I've always said if I had my way I'd just continue going to school for my whole life, wracking up degrees and knowledge bits.
So let me take this time to recap QUICK LIKE on this past year.
1. For the most part, people in law school absolutely suck. Maybe not the actual person, but their law school self just blows, yours truly included (only sometimes). HOWEVER, if alcohol is introduced to the picture, they become not so terrible, and very so drunk. Unless they need half a day to finish exams that take normal people only 3 hours to complete. But whatever, I'm over it.
2. Law school professors get off on being mean to 1Ls. Even if it turns out that the professor is actually kind of nice like...in office hours or such...they still enjoy calling a 1L's name in class and and continuing to ask increasingly difficult questions until it becomes apparent that an ambulance may need to be called to resuscitate that poor student.
3. As long as number 2 is happening to someone else and not you, being witness to number 2 can really lift ones spirits.
4. Law school will teach you how long you can live on canned soup and how many wears you can get out of your favorite few pairs of sweatpants before your friends start standing farther away from you during conversation circles.
5. The number one reason why people who go to schools like Harvard, Yale, NYU and any other law school not located 10 skips away from beach sand is because THEY DON'T GO TO SCHOOL 10 SKIPS AWAY FROM THE BEACH SAND. You'd better believe I'd have gotten a lot more studying done if I was stuck inside away from the snow or stuck in the air conditioning away from hot sticky east coast summer weather. Yeah that's right Yalies. You get by on a weather technicality. Feel good about yourself.
Whatever, that is enough. For now, for the rest of this week, I'll live in jammy jams, I will go to lunches with my momma, and I get to spend time with this guy:
And now here I am:
Good Old Upland. All hail to Upland's green and white, our mighty colors sing...
Anyway...
One year of law school has come and gone, and here I sit on a Monday at 9:45am in my jammy jams. BORED OUT OF MY GOURD. Me and the dogs can only watch so much "Untold Stories of the ER," (although one of the doctors on this show is www.damnyourefine.com) "Bridezillas," and "Andrew Zimmerns Bizarre Foods," before we get restless. Also, if I see one more commercial for weight loss frozen foods, weight loss pills, or the Bowflex tred climber I think I'll just go completely banana nut bread sandwich. Do I SERIOUSLY miss STUDYING?? ITS LESS THAN 2 DAYS SINCE MY LAST FINAL! WHY CAN'T I ENJOY MY WEEK OF FREEDOM??
Maybe this is a telling sign of my true love for being a student. I've always said if I had my way I'd just continue going to school for my whole life, wracking up degrees and knowledge bits.
So let me take this time to recap QUICK LIKE on this past year.
1. For the most part, people in law school absolutely suck. Maybe not the actual person, but their law school self just blows, yours truly included (only sometimes). HOWEVER, if alcohol is introduced to the picture, they become not so terrible, and very so drunk. Unless they need half a day to finish exams that take normal people only 3 hours to complete. But whatever, I'm over it.
2. Law school professors get off on being mean to 1Ls. Even if it turns out that the professor is actually kind of nice like...in office hours or such...they still enjoy calling a 1L's name in class and and continuing to ask increasingly difficult questions until it becomes apparent that an ambulance may need to be called to resuscitate that poor student.
3. As long as number 2 is happening to someone else and not you, being witness to number 2 can really lift ones spirits.
4. Law school will teach you how long you can live on canned soup and how many wears you can get out of your favorite few pairs of sweatpants before your friends start standing farther away from you during conversation circles.
5. The number one reason why people who go to schools like Harvard, Yale, NYU and any other law school not located 10 skips away from beach sand is because THEY DON'T GO TO SCHOOL 10 SKIPS AWAY FROM THE BEACH SAND. You'd better believe I'd have gotten a lot more studying done if I was stuck inside away from the snow or stuck in the air conditioning away from hot sticky east coast summer weather. Yeah that's right Yalies. You get by on a weather technicality. Feel good about yourself.
Whatever, that is enough. For now, for the rest of this week, I'll live in jammy jams, I will go to lunches with my momma, and I get to spend time with this guy:
and this little miss thang:
And dream of re-furbishing my first piece of furniture. It's this little desk that is currently this chocolate brown wood color and parts of it are falling apart. It has been part of my bedroom set up since before I can remember and so, of course, it came with me to San Diego. Instead of using it as a desk, I'd like to use it as a vanity. It is too small to have big fat casebooks, legal pads, highlighters and post its spread all over it but is just the right size for a little stool/chair, a mirror and some catchall dishes/jewelry boxes. It is very cute, and just needs a little bit of love. I'm thinking it will turn white, and get a couple of these doodads:
Then all it will need is a cute little chair friend, and it will be good to go. How delightful.
Happy summer break!
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Woohoo! Iomoi Tote giveaway from High Gloss Magazine!
Check this out and enter to win!
High Gloss Magazine, started by Paloma from La Dolce Vita (one of the blogs included in my morning blog sesh) is giving away a beautiful iomoi personalized tote, and if you go to that link you can enter to win! GO! GO!
High Gloss Magazine, started by Paloma from La Dolce Vita (one of the blogs included in my morning blog sesh) is giving away a beautiful iomoi personalized tote, and if you go to that link you can enter to win! GO! GO!
What in the sam hill am I going to do with myself?
I guess I basically ....ALWAYS...want to be a lawyer. Always have and always will. But aren't there some days when you want to be something else? Or you want to be something also?
MONDAY
I come to school, I do my usual morning routine of email checking, foursquare stalking, fashion/design/food blog trolling before diving into some of my final torts homework. Today I want to design houses, make your room pretty, your kitchen functional, your daughter's room the place to hang out after a long day of 4th grade boy drama.
TUESDAY
After 9 hours in the library and my final property class, I come home and spend about 3 or 4 straight hours looking at food. Recipes, photos, ideas, instructions, baking equipment, my Williams Sonoma wishlist. I go foodblog crazy on Savory Sweet Life, I am baker, Bakerella, FoodPorn (obviously), and Noble Pig. I want to bake, I want to steam, I want to saute, I want to cream, I want to serve, I want to eat, I want to try.
NOW WEDNESDAY
Finish a practice property final exam and now allow myself the blog trolling. Can't help but love where Jennifer at Art and Lair leads me. So much art, so little time. It makes me want to post up at the Getty right about now. There is no better place in CA (in my opinion...save for maybe someone's smelly goody kitchen) in the summer than the Getty. You can go on a weekday when no one else is there, buy yourself a peasant's lunch and lounge on the grass in the sun. You do this after you spent countless hours wandering around all of the fabulous exhibits, gazing at art old and new wondering to yourself "What was that artist's life like while they were creating this? Who did they love? What was going on in the world? How did they feel?" I can get lost in that stuff. I love getting lost in that stuff.
And it is thoughts like that...they ALMOST tempt me to throw this legal education out the back door and go back to art history. Oh what I wouldn't do to just be a student forever, have unlimited tuition funds and just learn learn learn. Maybe that will be Thursday's dream occupation: from interior design to food to art to STUDENT.
I guess I technically have the student part down right now. Speaking of which there is a property attack outline calling my name. What do you wish you could be also?
MONDAY
I come to school, I do my usual morning routine of email checking, foursquare stalking, fashion/design/food blog trolling before diving into some of my final torts homework. Today I want to design houses, make your room pretty, your kitchen functional, your daughter's room the place to hang out after a long day of 4th grade boy drama.
TUESDAY
After 9 hours in the library and my final property class, I come home and spend about 3 or 4 straight hours looking at food. Recipes, photos, ideas, instructions, baking equipment, my Williams Sonoma wishlist. I go foodblog crazy on Savory Sweet Life, I am baker, Bakerella, FoodPorn (obviously), and Noble Pig. I want to bake, I want to steam, I want to saute, I want to cream, I want to serve, I want to eat, I want to try.
NOW WEDNESDAY
Finish a practice property final exam and now allow myself the blog trolling. Can't help but love where Jennifer at Art and Lair leads me. So much art, so little time. It makes me want to post up at the Getty right about now. There is no better place in CA (in my opinion...save for maybe someone's smelly goody kitchen) in the summer than the Getty. You can go on a weekday when no one else is there, buy yourself a peasant's lunch and lounge on the grass in the sun. You do this after you spent countless hours wandering around all of the fabulous exhibits, gazing at art old and new wondering to yourself "What was that artist's life like while they were creating this? Who did they love? What was going on in the world? How did they feel?" I can get lost in that stuff. I love getting lost in that stuff.
And it is thoughts like that...they ALMOST tempt me to throw this legal education out the back door and go back to art history. Oh what I wouldn't do to just be a student forever, have unlimited tuition funds and just learn learn learn. Maybe that will be Thursday's dream occupation: from interior design to food to art to STUDENT.
I guess I technically have the student part down right now. Speaking of which there is a property attack outline calling my name. What do you wish you could be also?
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Thanks for getting your act together, Sandy.
Sheesh Sandy, it took you long enough! Check out that beautious sunset. It had better be beautious after the poo weather we've been getting. Random rain will get you out of the house in your cute plaid rain boots only to set the sun out again by the time you're done with morning class, and then start raining on you again when you head out for a fun Friday night. That, my people, is just plain rude. THANKS A LOT, WEATHER.COM.
But me and my little apartment are left with this pretty view at dusk. A girl can't complain. It is Sandy Eggo, afterall (clever name cred goes to The Great Becky Seldonious Maximus, fellow transplant Sandyeggan).
This crazy Saturday found me sitting up in bed all the live long day working on outlines and getting distracted by thoughts of the pretty new weather we had. Alas, outlines trump playing outside...at least for the next two weeks. However, this time next week, Exam #1 will be completed and only 3 more will stand between me and a week full of bliss. I'll be back and forth between sunny SD spring cleaning my little apartment and lounging at my family home with these beautiful creatures: 
I cannot wait. For now, off I go to dinner with my man friend. Au revoir.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Trial Run! - AND UPDATE!
OK cowboys and indians, lets see if I can be a real grown up blogger and keep this thing going. I've decided if I can do enough posts in a month to prove to myself that it is worth buying into the blogging world (with the $5 I have in my bank account...bye bye groceries!) then I will go ahead and start this stuff for real: buy a domain, start setting up ads, and being a real life big girl bloggerwoman.
It would be awesome to start by talking about my most recent kitchen adventure, but the pictures are still stuck on my camera and need to be uploaded...they will pop up here later on. It was the Big E's birthday yesterday (homeboy is aging rapidly). I'd recently read many many articles about cake pops and being a budding baker I thought YO...lemme try that. The Eli is a drummer, so I thought I would try making cake pop drums! A quick google image search gave me the perfect idea for his cake. Here is what I found, thanks to kathyphantastic:
Perfecto! Eli's got this shirt with animal on it that says "Less Talkin, More Rockin!" so this could not be a better suited design for his birthday surprise.
What I did change is the sparkle on the drums, since his dream drumset has a blue sparkle shell. Also, I made a 2 layer cake and cut round one of them so that I can use that extra cake for the actual cake pops. I put what was left of the smaller circle on top of the bigger one so it acted as kind of a platform...a stage if you will...for Animal and his drumset!
LESSONS LEARNED:
- Cake pops aren't the most difficult kitchen adventure, however don't underestimate the amount of timing needed to do it right.
- Also, you need to give yourself a try or two before you're really able to figure out how to work with melting chocolate: You don't want to under melt it because then when you dip the cake pop it will pick up too much chocolate, get really heavy and maybe fall apart. Also, when cake pops are too heavy, and you happen to want to set them up in a cake (like I did) the cake may not be able to support their weight and things can fall apart!
- Make sure you have everything laid out (any decorations, a space for dipping, a space for the dipped dudes to settle) before you get going.
- A note on decorations: regular sprinkles are both cute and tasty however for those of you who are adventurous and tend to get a little wild in the baking aisle at Michaels, watch out for edible glitter and the like. While it will probably work great for your decorating purposes, it will almost definitely turn your mouth colors. (My apologies for not photographically documenting the test bite I took out of one of the drums that turned my entire mouth bright blue...)
- Don't underestimate the power of foam or styrofoam! Without a place to lounge while they are drying, these pops will make problems for you. I thought I could outsmart the need for foam by creating some contraption that they could sit on by I was sorely mistaken.
AFTER ALL THAT HERE IS THE FINISHED PRODUCT!
It would be awesome to start by talking about my most recent kitchen adventure, but the pictures are still stuck on my camera and need to be uploaded...they will pop up here later on. It was the Big E's birthday yesterday (homeboy is aging rapidly). I'd recently read many many articles about cake pops and being a budding baker I thought YO...lemme try that. The Eli is a drummer, so I thought I would try making cake pop drums! A quick google image search gave me the perfect idea for his cake. Here is what I found, thanks to kathyphantastic:
Perfecto! Eli's got this shirt with animal on it that says "Less Talkin, More Rockin!" so this could not be a better suited design for his birthday surprise.
What I did change is the sparkle on the drums, since his dream drumset has a blue sparkle shell. Also, I made a 2 layer cake and cut round one of them so that I can use that extra cake for the actual cake pops. I put what was left of the smaller circle on top of the bigger one so it acted as kind of a platform...a stage if you will...for Animal and his drumset!
LESSONS LEARNED:
- Cake pops aren't the most difficult kitchen adventure, however don't underestimate the amount of timing needed to do it right.
- Also, you need to give yourself a try or two before you're really able to figure out how to work with melting chocolate: You don't want to under melt it because then when you dip the cake pop it will pick up too much chocolate, get really heavy and maybe fall apart. Also, when cake pops are too heavy, and you happen to want to set them up in a cake (like I did) the cake may not be able to support their weight and things can fall apart!
- Make sure you have everything laid out (any decorations, a space for dipping, a space for the dipped dudes to settle) before you get going.
- A note on decorations: regular sprinkles are both cute and tasty however for those of you who are adventurous and tend to get a little wild in the baking aisle at Michaels, watch out for edible glitter and the like. While it will probably work great for your decorating purposes, it will almost definitely turn your mouth colors. (My apologies for not photographically documenting the test bite I took out of one of the drums that turned my entire mouth bright blue...)
- Don't underestimate the power of foam or styrofoam! Without a place to lounge while they are drying, these pops will make problems for you. I thought I could outsmart the need for foam by creating some contraption that they could sit on by I was sorely mistaken.
AFTER ALL THAT HERE IS THE FINISHED PRODUCT!
cake pops pre-dip...one ball for each drum of the set
...bummer...looks like there is some left over for snacking...
un-iced cakes...please notice the hand print in the big cake from when I tried to remove it from the pan and failed due to my lack of non-stick spray...creepy ghost hand...
the finished dude! do me a favor and ignore the filthy kitchen. focus on the cute little "animal" hiding behind the drum set.
he travelled with us to the birthday dinner at Cafe Coyote, which (as a side note) is exactly the place to go if you are in San Diego and want the best Mexican in Old Town.
Things ended up working rather well, if I say so myself, for it having been my first expedition into the cake pop jungle. I ended up making quite the cute little drumset complete with two cymbals (idea from kathyphantastic again!) and Eli was quite pleased. However, that jerk turns out to be watching his womanly figure or some such nonsense so, sadly, the cake was left for me to finish off. Big bummer.
UPDATE ON THAT...most of the cake pops are gone. Delicious sadness.
Cake pops will definitely happen again one day. Most likely after finals are over. Most definitely after finals are over actually.
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