Good Intentions

*pokes head out of ground*

Well. It seems I have a blog here, just languishing. For that,  I apologize. I will make an effort to update it this semester and beyond.

Law school has started. It’s possible I have too much on my plate. This week has already felt 100 years long. Will I make it? Let’s find out.

Oh, and I became a year older on the 21st. Happy birthday, to me.

It looks like Hurricane Ike is going to be heading into the Gulf soon, which could spell interesting things for this week and next. UH will surely shut down campus–they learned their lesson after Tropical Storm Allison destroyed the law library. This won’t bode well for me, though, because it means I’ll be in class longer at the end of the semester. Damn.

Anyway. My life consists of eating, sleeping, driving, and reading. That’s about it. I should probably do something else too, before I go nuts.

I’m also trying to decide when to start outlining, or if I even need to. So much of the work in law school seems to be done “just because,” with little reason or justification provided from anyone outside of “Well, that’s just how we do it here.” Seems odd, but whatever.

Yeah, I am. Kinda sucks. Trying to get back into the groove of being a student. A student! Wow. Not an employee anymore. I can’t leave my work at home, I have to sit down after class and do it. So…bizarre.

The parking at UH absolutely chokes on a bag of dicks. My CivPro class doesn’t start until 1030am, so I leave my apartment at 930. Traffic is all right, so I get to UH at around 950. Great, because I have to go to the library to print something out for LRW.

(Because my printer is dead. Absolutely kicked the fucking printer bucket, bought the printer farm, went to the printer heaven in the sky. You get the idea. Epsons, by the way, kinda suck. Or at least mine did; I had that clunky thing for four years. Time for a new one. You win, Printer Cabal. For now.)

So I cruise through the parking lot in front of the law school…and of course there is no parking. Plenty of faculty parking, of course; those metaphorically-verdant fields of spaces just beckon to poor, maligned students to park there. I don’t think UHLC even HAS the faculty to fill that lot. Bah.

I then sidle on over to an adjacent lot. Still nothing. Still a faculty lot there that is mostly empty, about three cars there, with myriad empty spaces. Bah again.

I finally end up parking in an obscure and far-away spot in the music building area because, hey, I hate myself and want to lug my shit in 95 degree weather. On the small plus side, I basically stumbled upon the spot in which I parked. In fact, I actually said “Mine!” out loud when I saw it. As if those other greedy bastards around me could hear.

Bad form, UH. Let’s work on the parking situation some. Start knocking down the shit in the Third Ward, put in some structures and more busses. Let’s get it together. This might be why you’re having trouble keeping people on campus, because there is nowhere to park.

As an administrative point, on my blog here I will be referring to my professors as “Prof (Subject),” to preserve some small level of anonymity. You could probably figure it out if you were so inclined, but I’m banking on the fact that you ain’t so inclined.

Life continues tomorrow, natch.

It all starts tomorrow, and I still feel like I’m behind with it all. Damn.

I’ll definitely let you know how it goes. Wish me luck.

Er, sorry, Blog. I neglected you and for that I apologize. Or something.

Anyway, I moved into my new place. It’s pretty sweet, and my roommates are fantastic. Should shape up to be a good year.

Orientation is next Monday and Tuesday, and I have to take a writing assessment. My writing will be assessed! Shit. It’s been awhile since I’ve written anything serious. Perhaps since the LSAT, but that writing sample didn’t even mean shit, so it’s been even longer. Oh well. Assess my writing, UH. I dare you.

Only four more days of work left, counting today. That is all I want to say right now, because it’s dominating my thoughts.

I think I can, I think I can…

It’s been awhile. I should be ashamed. I am, in fact. I told myself I would write, and yet here I am, not writing. Besides this post. You know what I mean.

Anyway, it seems one of my links off to the side–The Road to Waco, if you were curious–was found out by one of her future law professors. Oh, delicious irony. I await further developments with that.

I finally moved some of my stuff into my new apartment in Houston. Hopefully I get my act together and start to set up my room and get more junk out there. Oh, and we had a crazy party for the Fourth. That blog post is forthcoming.

Oh, and I hope to re-cap Law Preview at some future point as well.

Off for now. Enjoy your day.

I watched a commencement last night, and it brought back a lot of memories. Memories of me sitting there, watching everything, wide-eyed and pretty excited–which is a feat in and of itself, since I’m not easily excitable.

But graduating was something really…heavy. That’s the best way I can put it. You work so hard for God knows how long and then finally the weight is lifted and you realize you were infinitely more comfortable with that direction and weight there, rather than this strange, slippery emptiness that takes over as soon as your pasteboard hat hits the pavement.

They don’t prepare you for the real world at all. They don’t prepare you for sitting in an office, a cog in the machine, dealing with the same inane shit day in and day out, all for a paycheck.

Now, before you write me off as merely whining, consider: working in a cubicle is a soul-sucking enterprise. There’s no satisfaction of a job well done. There’s just endless bureaucracy, a never-ending mountain of work, and idiots. Idiots everywhere. Idiots every time I open my eyes.

Stay in school as long as you can, because the real world is too real.