First of all, many congrats to Nathan concerning the mission call to Poland. I went there for a history trip my senior year of high school and I bought a switchblade, got a bloody nose, saw some missionaries, and went to a scary torture museum in Poland. Hopefully you will get to do all that and more. I'll bet they have some good cheap candy there.
It has been about a month since I have written last. A lot of it was because I had homework, but mostly I was lazy and unstructured. But tonight (now that it is 1 am) my mind is everywhere and I am probably not thinking clearly and so writing a blog post seems like really good idea.
I have a three day weekend now. All my classes for Friday are canceled, so I got a map of Lincoln and I am going to spend about 5 hours biking on some sweet trails just outside the city. There is a park with about 26 miles of singletrack mountain biking trail that I am going to go try out. I might crash, seeing as I will not be riding a mountain bike on it, but maybe I have skills that I don't know about yet.
Today the Nebraska Supreme Court came and heard oral arguments in our trashy law school auditorium. I snuck in a copy of The Worst Case Scenario Handbook and read it under the desk when I got bored. I also practiced my handwriting because there wasn't a whole lot else to do. We weren't allowed to bring in any laptops or else I probably would have played Tetris or Minesweeper.
I did get to eat lunch with the Court though. Students were allowed to submit their names on a sheet of paper and get chosen to come to this lunch by lottery, and they picked me. I was pretty excited, but I couldn't think of anything to ask, so i decided to just look forward to the food. I did end up talking to the Justice that sat at my table, and we talked a little bit about hawks killing other animals. I told him about the time I killed a falcon in Idaho and I realized it might not be an appropriate story when I was in the middle of demonstrating with my hands how the falcon swooped into my (meaning Lisa's. heh heh...) windshield, complete with whooshing and splatting sound effects. He just kind of nodded and I decided to not say anything for a few minutes to try and let him forget that I said anything at all. But he was a pretty cool guy. He told me about how his neighbor took lots of pictures of a hawk eviscerating a rabbit in his yard. I nodded and said "cool." It seemed like the right thing to say.
But man, fancy lunches are the worst. It was salads, but they had those big curling bread-chip things on top that you can't cut or stab with a fork. Those are awful and they don't even taste good. Mostly I reviewed every Emily Post book and Judith Martin article I had ever read to make sure I wasn't making a fool of myself.
Anyways, I've enjoyed reading all of your blogs over the past weeks.
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bye? I don't remember how I ended these before.
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Maybe I'll buy you a Bolex watch. Or some fake Bape for Soapy. That'd be cool.
i hate forced conversation, too. like, when you are put in a situation where you feel required to talk to a person even though you don't really want to. this happened to me a lot when i walked to work and another person was walking, too. those conversations are so awkward. once, to avoid such a situation, i pretended that my phone started to vibrate and i had a pretend conversation with katie. i think that just made it even more awkward because i didn't wait long enough between my sentences to make the conversation sound plausible. and they waited until i was done to talk to me. awkward.
I am glad to hear that you are still alive and surviving law school. I was laughing real hard when I read about your falcon/ hawk stories. I always hate trying to impress people. I end up sounding so stupid.
I have a copy of "Worst Case Scenarios" in my classroom library. The kids haven't discovered it yet, but Mark, my husband, loves it. I think it reminds him of that survivor show on television. He refuses to believe me that the survivor guy isn't really alone. I keep trying to tell him there has to be a whole camera crew out there with them, and I'm sure the adventures are scripted ahead of time, but Mark is sailing down the river of denial on this one.
There is a survivor show where he's all by himself. Not the Bear Grills one, but the other one. Survivor Man? Man vs. Wild? One of those two. Not that my husband is interested in those shows or anything...
Glad to have you back, Chris.
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