A Little Bit of Harry in the Night...

I know you all and will awhile uphold
The unyoked humor of your idleness.
Yet herein will I imitate the sun,
Who doth permit the base contagious clouds
To smother up his beauty from the world,
That when he please again to be himself,
Being wanted he may be more wondered at
By breaking through the foul and ugly mists
Of vapors that did seem to strangle him.
If all the year were playing holidays,
To sport would be as tedious as to work;
But when they seldom come, they wished-for-come,
And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents.
So when this loose behavior I throw off
And pay the debt I never promised,
By how much better than my word I am,
By so much shall I falsify men’s hopes;
And like bright metal on a sullen ground,
My reformation, glitt’ring o’er my fault,
Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes
Than that which have no foil to set it off.
I’ll so offend to make offense a skill,
Redeeming time when men think least I will.
-Shakespeare, Henry IV, Part I: I.ii.189-211

Shakespeare keeps me from choking someone during finals.

Because The Golden Girls and Maude Rock My Face Off

R.I.P. Bea Arthur....

...From DListed.com:

Bea Arthur really did tango off to heaven yesterday. My soul is still weeping. Mostly because it hit me out of nowhere. And also, Bea was a true talent in every sense of the phrase. The simple fact is that Bea just wanted to entertain and didn't give ten shits about being famous. A born performer who didn't take herself too seriously. There really aren't many like her left.
Yesterday, both Betty White and Rue McClanahan released statements about the passing of their friend.

Betty told ET, "I knew it would hurt, I just didn't know it would hurt this much.. I'm so happy that she received her Lifetime Achievement Award while she was still with us, so she could appreciate that. She was such a big part of my life. I have dearly loved her for a very long time. How lucky I was to know her."

Rue told Radar, "Thirty-seven years ago she showed me how to be very brave in comedy. I'll miss that courage and I'll miss that voice."

I'll miss her voice too. It always lulled me to sleep. I raised a dozen glasses to her last night and I'll raise a dozen more today!

Seriously, so much better than studying. I just spent 45 minutes making cover pages for my outlines to keep from making the actual outlines themselves. That's dedication, folks.

Russian Roulette is Not the Same Without a Gun

What started out as a joke has slowly become a sad, sad addiction...

I'm making breakfast for the Sunday School class as we speak. This could be very, very bad.

In law school news, ladies, I am finishing the Property outline tonight. Well, at least that's the plan. And I think we all know how plans work out for me. Kind of like that time I planned not to murder my entire SS class, but then I cooked and things took a turn for the worse. It's a little like that.

Get a load of this:
Beckett: "Uncle T, why you cut you hair?"
Taylor: "Why? Do you not like it?"
Beckett: "Uncle T, why you cut you hair?"
Taylor:"Why? Do you not like it?"
Beckett: "No. I like it sticking up."
-Beckett's critique of Taylor's decision to shave his head this week.

For I have known them all already, known them all:--
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?
-T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

-Oh, and the title means nothing, I just really heart Lady Gaga these days.

Happy Poetry Month! (and other things that keep me from studying)

There's a poem in my head
like too many cups of coffee.
A pea under twenty eiderdowns.
A saddness in my heart like stone.
A telephone. And always my
Night madness that outs like bats
across this Texas sky.

I'm the crazy lady they warned you about
The she of rumor talked about -
and worse, who talks.

It's not secret.
I'm here. Under a cricle of light.
The light always on, resisting a glass,
an easy cigar. The kind

who reels the twilight sky.
Swoop circling.
I'm witch woman high
on tobacco and holy water.

I'm a woman delighted with her disasters.
They give me something to do.
A profession of sorts.
Keeps me industrious
And of a servicable use.

In dreams the origami of the brain
Opens like a fist, a pomegranate,
an expensive geometry.

Not true.
I haven't a clue
Why I'm rumpled tonight.

Choose your weapon.
Mine -- the telephone, my tongue.
Both black as a gun.

I have the magic of words,
the power to charm and kill at will.
To kill myself or to aim haphazardly.
And kill you.
-Sandra Cisneros, Night Madness Poem


April is Poetry Month. I know I'm a little late, but it's still April, so it counts. Not that anyone reading this blog has time to read, but if you find yourself wanting something good to read, I suggest The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros. Amazing.

In other, infinitely more horrendous and miserable news, the Property outline is giving me a headache. A very large headache. Maybe gin will cure it.

And in "Check yourself before you wreck yourself" news, Beckett has taken to saying this on the regular. And he's added a sassy hip shake. As if to say, "You really better check yourself, fool." One more piece of evidence mounting that will prove that he is me in every way possible. Sorry, world.

27 Days Until the End of 1L Hell...

...Crim Law outline = DONE AND DONE!

Now, on to Property. MacLeod, take mercy on my soul.

On to happier things...

"I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you--especially when you are near me, as now: it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame. And if that boisterous channel, and two hundred miles or so of land come broad between us, I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapt; and then I've a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly. And as for you, you'd forget me." - Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre

Well, not that happy. But I love it.

Does He Really Never Forget?

This is so much better than working on my Criminal Law outline, by the way.

This morning, I was taking Beckett to school. The last time I took him (his Uncle T usually does this because B and I both start school at 9), I used the water in conjunction with the windshield wipers. And nothing gets past this child. So, he asked me to turn on the water. Steel-trap mind, this one. But, that is NOT what he was talking about. He proceeded to recount to me the time, back in February, that I acidentally flooded the sink in my bathroom, and then my bathroom itself. THEN, the water started pouring, Niagra Falls style, through the floor and out of the ceiling onto the floor of the living room. Now, this happened around, oh, 11:30 p.m. Beckett didn't actually witness any of this. But he remembers being told about it, and that it enough. Is this child ever going to let me get away with anything?

In other news, Beckett can now say, "You better check yourself before you wreck yourself." Mom of the Year, people, Mom of the Year. I thinkI must be a shoo-in.

And if you got the title reference, I will love you forever!

i love you much (most beautiful darling)

i love you much(most beautiful darling)

more than anyone on the earth and i

like you better than everything in the sky

-sunlight and singing welcome your coming

although winter may be everywhere
with such a silence and such a darkness

noone can quite begin to guess

(except my life)the true time of year

-and if what calls itself a world should have

the luck to hear such singing(or glimpse such

sunlight as will leap higher than high

through gayer than gayest someone's heart at your each

nearness)everyone certainly would(my

most beautiful darling)believe in nothing but love

-e.e. cummings

Congratulations, E and Trey! We had a great time at their wedding this weekend! Sadly, I am still sore from breaking it down at the Brew Pub Friday night after the rehearsal dinner. Aside from the fact that I got in a wreck on Friday around noon, it was a great weekend.

Has Friday Ever Been So Welcome

Ok, so the question mark button on my laptop stopped working (Thanks, Toshiba).

It is finally Friday. And mine started hysterically because I have a 3-year-old. I was drying my hair and reading Property this morning and Beckett busted in my room. He was holding 2 yellow Peeps in his hand (mind you, it's 6:57 AM -- Mom of the Year, folks). He starts chowing down on them and I turned off my hair dryer to day something to him. Well, my music was on on my computer, and when I shut off the dryer, he heard it. He stopped dead in his tracks, mouth and hands full of Peeps, broke into a dance for about 3 seconds, and then continued towards me, as if nothing had happened.

And if you are wondering if this whole blog is going to be about Beckett and law school, law school and Beckett, I hate to break it to you, but it will be. I don't do anything else. :0)

On a happy note, T-minus 28 days until the end of 1L!

Holy April, Batman!

Hillary, this is all for you.

Beckett told me that we couldn't be friends today because, as he states it, "You are Batman."

Yeah, that got said. To me. By my 3-year-old. I heart him.