the voice of the people is the voice of a dog...er, god.

I am beginning this blog after three years and at least two new year's resolutions declaring my intentions to do so. I'd like it to be an accounting of my years in Denver, and, obviously, to create an outlet for my incessant west wing references.  I think Bryce will be relieved.  As I am sure that the only people who will read it will be those who have a legal duty to care about what i think (Bryce, Audrey, Heather), I don't plan to have a purpose...it's just for things i think are funny/absurd and the occasional political/social rant.  I'll begin with some brief vignettes of my life here, which can be summarized thus: Bear, pie, Bryce, school.

School: I was afraid it would be hard for me to make friends at school. I've lost any social skills I may have once had, making my first days of orientation terrifying, and I doubt that my post-depression puffiness and constant air of standoffish-ness was doing much to ingratiate me with my peers.  In addition, this (relatively, i know, i know...) f-ing cold climate has manifested in a sublime pallor that leaves me looking perpetually ill, a fact which led to the following:

Today, as I walked into school, still sweating from my four minute bike ride, swinging a bag that weighed more than Bear, and paler than ever, I conjured an image of how horrifying i must look.  Horrifyingly frightening.  This, combined with my status as the only person in a class of 300ish who went to an evangelical christian school led me to imagine the students scampering out of my wake because, to them, I looked like some sort of bizarre granola-albino (chacos, beatles  tshirt, freshly highlighted white bangs), coming to the law school to mete out some Da Vinci Code-esque retribution on this hub of liberal academia, with my timbuk2 bag full of stones to impose the lord's wrath upon them. 

I know it's a weird image, but it has been making me laugh all day.

An amusing quote from today:

Hillary (in a grocery store): agh, some child is screaming in the next aisle.

Me: that's what happens with kids.  They lure you into thinking they are cute, and just when you might consider having one, they turn around and bite you in the ass.

Hillary: Well, i've decided that it's only the annoying people who have annoying kids.

I suppose its as good a justification as any.