a gripe

I have to gripe. I can't stand it anymore:

There is this one law student (2L?) who is in the library every morning. She pretty, has huge breasts, but is thin and tiny. She's "blonde" - (fake dyed) and her high-arched eyebrows are dramatic. I've never seen her smile.

She struts around - All. The. Time. She sticks out her chest, walks super slowly and visibly shifts her hips horizontally from side to side when she walks. Occasionally, she'll toss her hair. Her lips are always pushed out in a pout. Everything she does is over the top sultry. For some reason, I can't stand it! It just pisses me off that she gives off this 'I'm so incredibly hot' attitude every moment of every day. She could be trying to look sexy while wearing a prison jumpsuit. Or reading administrative law, as the case may be. (See the similarity - jail, reading admin?)

*I'm sorry, I know this is not a nice post, but I had to get it out. Some people just irk you.

9 months later

No, not a baby. I'm finally seeing a podiatrist for my plantar fasciitis/heel spur thing that has been bothering me since January! Sitting in the office now. To be continued...

Shadow

Definitions of shadow on the Web:

• shade within clear boundaries
• apparition: something existing in perception only
• trace: an indication that something has been present
  
• refuge from danger or observation
• a dominating and pervasive presence
• make appear small by comparison
• an inseparable companion
• A shadow is an area where direct light from a light source cannot reach due to obstruction by an object.[the object = ME]

Sometimes when I'm walking, the sun makes my shadow long behind me. Sometimes my shadow walks beside me, standing tall and confident. Sometimes when I bike home through the park, the moonlight reveals a dark friend, biking alongside me through the night.

Sometimes -- sometimes I like my shadow more than I like myself.

Radio

A quick post about radio:

1) Lisa Mullens, the anchor of my favorite radio news shows, is back from sabbatical. Hurrah! I think she was gone 2 years? Basically, since I got to Denver. I love hearing her voice. She's so smart and unintimidating. She gets great interviews and has a good sense of humor. I feel like she is my friend. This isn't to say that Marc Werman didn't do a great job when she was gone - he did!

2) I discovered iTunes has a radio button. If you click on it, you have streaming access to over a thousand radio stations in all different languages from around the world. I love it.

3) I heard an interview with Dolly Parton the other day on Fresh Air with Teri Gross. I was inspired to buy a blue grass album of Dolly Parton's - I think it's actually called The Grass is Blue. I really like it!

Fake fall

Just as there is no spring on Cape Cod, there is no fall here in Denver. The mornings are starting to get a bit chilly (low 50s?), but every afternoon is over 80 degrees. It's too hot, people. Mom said the leaves are changing back home. Here, I am still sweating just running errands around town. I am going out to western Colorado in a couple weeks to hang out there for a weekend, and I hope the leaves will be nice.

The weeks trudge on - is this week 5 of class? - and I am starting to feel that there is more work to be done. I also feel like I'm just biding my time here, waiting out the semester. I think I'm supposed to look forward to graduating, but it doesn't feel that way. Things are looming ahead: where do I take the bar? Passing the bar. Getting a job. Paying off loans. It's all very daunting.

Yesterday I got dim sum at a pretty good place with my friend, Viv. We picked up some groceries, too, from the Asian grocery store. I got a huuuge bag of brown rice (5 lbs?) for $4.50 and some curry paste for $1.99. So cheap. After, she also helped me buy and move a $24.99 used comfy chair from the fancy-shmancy Goodwill on Broadway. It's pretty great and it fits perfectly. I positioned it to look out the window so I can't wait for late fall or winter to have my cup of tea or morning oatmeal and watch the fountain out in the courtyard. She also confirmed that my place smells like gas, mildly. I haven't closed my window since I moved in.

Happy Monday, or something like that.