Being Engaging - February 12, 2008

For the first time that I can remember, there is not much to report. I had gotten used to having long days that were packed with all kinds of interesting and quirky situations. Today was a great change from the quick pace that has dominated my life lately.

I woke up this morning relatively late, which is not an entirely bad occurrence. I have one class in the early afternoon, so shut-eye is allowed late into the morning. After showering and doing my get-ready dance, I sat down to eat my sandwich and peruse the internet. My favorite social networking site always keeps me up-to-date on my friends, so I usually start there and work my way to websites that offer more intelligent information. This morning my roommate left me a message wondering if I am still alive, because I have been sleeping more than I have been awake. She reminded me of our weekly dinner-date, which is always nice, because I get to actually enjoy another person's company for a guaranteed one night per week.

I have also been waiting with baited breath to hear back from the District Attorney out here. I do not even like this state, but for some reason, I really want this position with them. I think it is great that they called my references, but the only call I care about is the one they will make to me.

Civil Procedure whizzed by, and before I knew what had happened, the class was dismissed. I made my way to the library to do the volumes of work I have been assigned. No more than ten minutes into my studies, I was alerted to the fact that it was snowing outside. It was not like the snow of yester-month. It was actually piling up outside.

With this newly acquired information, I decided it best that I get home before driving became to precarious. I got into my vehicle, turned the ignition and let the engine warm up. I made it home safely, but the drive was not without a few mishaps. My brakes occasionally played games with me. A few times, the brakes did not actually brake my car. It just kept on going. It was a good thing I was driving a manual, and even luckier that nobody was around when it decided to act up. It turns out that New Yorkers not only fail at driving in normal weather conditions, but they are pretty horrible in all conditions. I counted eight accidents on my way home. Most of them were the trees' faults. Those things come out of nowhere.

The snow is beautiful, but probably will not last because of the forecasted rain.

My life is rain on a snowy day.

Day in review:
Short day. One class. Late wakeup. Class starts, ends. Library study. Lots of snow. Crazy drive home. Failed snowman. Roommate date. Roommate screams. Roommate's sister engaged. I write.