New blog!
I'm now blogging over at a much better site, come check it out! I'll start posting on this site once I get a bit better at this whole thing, but 2 blogs is a bit too much to handle right now!
The ins and outs of my froggy life as I hop around the world.
I'm now blogging over at a much better site, come check it out! I'll start posting on this site once I get a bit better at this whole thing, but 2 blogs is a bit too much to handle right now!
In the spirit of avoiding studying, I've been reading some old emails. Here's an excerpt from one I sent from Thailand, 2003. There were more exciting emails, but this just brings back all the good memories. How I miss having a life!
I'd been planning on posting more often, but the impending doom of law school exams has been beating me into submission. Have you ever walked through a waterfall? It looks fun from a distance, then as you get closer the water starts to get louder, and the spray starts to sting your eyes. Maybe you begin to wonder if this is such a good idea, but you squint against the sharp assault, and continue on. Now you've gone too far to turn back. As you make it under the falling water, it beats down with incredible force on your head and shoulders, forcing you down, enveloping all. You can't hear, can't see, can't think. There is only the waterfall and you.
One of my best friends is insane. She has gone back to the boyfriend who cheated on her (for months) last year. After hearing all summer about how much better she was than him, about how he was fat, bald, and didn't treat her right, and about how she would never talk to him, she goes back. I just cannot understand this. She is a smart, fun, and kind girl, seemingly competent in all other areas of her life, yet she goes back. What would possess a sane person to do this?
I was conflicted what I should write about for my first substantive post. Should it be a little background (I'm a law student in New York), maybe a rant on something that is bothering me (Stuart A Scott), perhaps an amusing anectode (like the time my buddy got shit on in India). Then I realized that no one is reading this anyway, except for Dunes who so nicely commented without saying anything. I have kept this anonymous in the spirit of complete revelation and honesty, and can therefore tell no one I know about MLAAF, so what I write today doesn't matter, as long as it doesn't suck. So here is what I will write about today: shaving. I hope it doesn't suck.
So the question is, what begins? At this point, I'm not really sure. Well, at this point, I'm yelling into the void, but everyone's gotta start somewhere. This will hopefully be a space to tell some stories, have some laughs, and do some self exploration, and hopefully be interesting enough for people to waste their time reading it. And if not? Well, at least I put off studying for a few hours a week.