5 posts tagged “headache”

this will be boring to anyone not studying for the bar exam, and mostly serves a listmaking function for me.  now is when i have to start actually getting down the business of memorizing a ton of black letter law for the bar exam.  i have a practice bar on thursday and i feel pretty certain i'm going to tank it.  hopefully this will be the proverbial fire under my ass. 

we had a lecture the other day from a guy who really kinda cut through all the bullshit for me.  the bar exam is a licensing test, and it is basically a test of reading comprehension.  i have to slow down and just read all the questions. i have to do a million essays, including MPTs. 

i just found the refill i had packed away for my favorite pen, and i have new pencils and colored pencils and a cool big eraser from katra.  i made myself a delicious iced coffee and kicked walt out of the office--i need a study hole.  i love his friend who is here visiting; he is a great guy and an excellent houseguest.  but walt had to move his operation downstairs and hang out with hsi friend and keep me away from the dogs and the tv and the kitchen.  up here, as soon as i finish writing this, i can tune the world out and bust out some book learnin'.  wish me luck y'all.

god i'm fucking tired of this state.  i went and voted this morning, but i don't think it's gonna matter.  we had one of the dirtier campaigns i have ever witnessed here in old virginny this year, and i lived in new orleans for over three years so i know from dirty political campaigns.  in the end, i voted for the mysogynist instead of the secretly jewish, self-loathing racist homophobe.  great choice. 

we also got to vote on three constitutional amendments this year, but only one that really makes me wish i was already out of this state.  this article says it better and more thoroughly than i can.  the part at the end about the guy in ohio who choked his live in girlfriend and the same advocacy group that supported the amendment rushing to say that the domestic violence laws don't apply to him is just disgusting.

i wasn't sure at first what the big deal about the domestic violence v. assault and battery thing, so i asked someone who knows better.  she said that there is a whole range of protections that come along with a domestic abuse situation that you don't get for a simple assault.  there are treatment options, protection options, and even the availability of temporary housing and special restraining orders that are not available or not available in the same manner to those who are simply victims of assault.

but today walt and i were the youngest people in line to vote.  and it was a long line.  they had the language of the various amendments printed out on a big table that you looked at as you were waiting in line.  walt and i knew nothing about the other two issues, so we looked at those ones.  i watched as the old ladies behind us scrutinized the papers.  several of them said out loud "well i know how i'm voting on this one!" pointing to the first.  and maybe i'm wrong.  maybe the consequences are not unintended.  maybe they would judge my relationship and cohabiting situation with walt with as much disdain as they would a same sex couple who would be married or civilly united were it not for the existing incredibly harsh virginia laws.

i am reminded of another famous situation regarding marriage that virignia was involved in kind of a long time ago.  the case was captioned "loving v. virginia," kind of appropriate considering the subject matter.  the case, involving virginia not recognizing the marriage of an interracial couple, was resolved by a resounding smackdown from the supremes.  i guess that's what we have to hope for at this point, that our "activist court" will say "look, motherfuckers!  you are state actors and as such you must offer equal protection under the law!"  i truly believe that part of the reason why there is still so much bigotry against homosexuals in this country is because it is institutionally encouraged.  people are allowed to vote their own personal bigotry and moral judgment and that gives their hatred the color of law.  hopefully there will be a point in my lifetime where my kids ask "geez, mom!  weren't you embarassed to be part of a country that treated worthy, patriotic, contributing members of society as second class citizens?" 

it's so demoralizing.  i feel like there will always be something like this.  the separation of church and state is such an illusion.  gay people are not trying to get married in your church, and if they were, that would be a totally different issue.  all they want is to be able to leave their property to their spouse, to have the person who knows them best make life-altering decisions for them should they be unable to do so themselves, to adopt children and enter into custody agreements, to share health insurance, and to have their unions recognized as legitimate and worthy of  respect.

plus, if this thing passes and walt beats me, i'll have to just set him on fire while he sleeps.

i am so fucking livid right now i can hardly type.  if one more fucking religion peddler stops at my door with some fucking bigoted, judgmental bullshit i am seriously going to turn my dogs on them.

we saw them on our way back from the park and they were walking away from our house, and we were like "sweet! we missed them for once!"  then there's that fucking half assed knock on the door that i should totally recognize by now.   the dogs commence to freaking the fuck out, and this woman is trying to lay her spiel on me.  i took the damn pamphlet and shut the door in her face, but now i wish i had looked at the pamphlet first.  i would have calmly stepped out onto the porch and very politely screamed in her face to KEEP HER HATEFUL BULLSHIT OUT OF MY HOUSE.

i mean, DO FUCKING NOT bring something to my house that accuses me of being a fucking fornicator and further tells me that this will keep me from your asshole god's fucking kingdom and the only thing that can save me is your whack ass beliefs.  FUCK YOU and FUCK YOUR LAME ASS GOD!!!

oh yeah, and I LOVE GAY PEOPLE!  I DON'T CARE WHAT FUCKING CORINTHIANS SAYS.  so step the fuck off my front porch, cause i am gonna BE that HARLOT riding my beast with seven heads and ten horns, wearing purple and mystifying people with my incense and riches.

i am in vegas.  but just barely. 

i stayed at my cousin's house in the baltimore area wednesday night, after catching a ride up to dc for a supreme court argument.  the plan was to do that and then catch my 7:55 flight to vegas from dulles in plenty of time.  my cousin is out of the country so i was on my own for getting to the airport.  with no car.  i knew my travel time to dulles from md would be 2.5-3 hours from the awesome, detailed and fairly complicated directions my cousin left for me.  there were four legs to the trip--first, a shuttle from her house to BWI, roughly a 20 min trip.  then catch the macr train at BWI to the new carrolton metro station, the farthest one out, about 25 min.  then the new carrolton metro station to west falls church, about 50 min.  finally, catch the washington flyer metrobus from WFC to dulles.  i arranged for the shuttle to pick me up from my cousins at about 4pm.  i should have realized i guess that this left me little margin of error, but the directions seemed pretty self explanatory and the only place for traffic to interfere was that first leg, as the  rest was trains and the final bus ride was on the dulles access road, a straight shot that is never too gridlocked.

than my shuttle was just over an hour late picking me up.  an hour.  a fucking HOUR!!!  he ate up all my margin of error.  had i been picked up on time, i would have made it to the airport at about 6:35, plenty of time to get through security and make my flight with room to spare.  instead, i had a white knuckle trip, no margin of error and had to make each of those little connections in record time.  the essential one was the marc train--he got me to BWI at about 5:25.  you have to take a shuttle bus from the airport to the train station, about 10-12 min, then hope like hell that the 5:43 train hasn't come yet.  if i had missed that train, it would have been all over right there.  the next marc train was at 6:20, waaaaaay too late.  i would have been able to take a VERY expensive cab ride to dulles or just stood there and lost my fucking mind.  but i made that one.

from new carrolton (the very farthest out stop on the orange line), i had to go to west falls church, two stops from the other end of the line.  made it in just about 45 min.  by this time it was about 7:10.  i was fucked, i thought.  got on the bus and told the very nice driver what i was working with and he did everything he could to get me there on time.  we hit dulles at exactly the time he said we would, 7:33.  i sprinted in, dashed upstairs, and was promptly told that i had missed the flight.  the kinda bitchy woman behind the counter said it was closed, there was no way, they could put me on tomorrow, blah blah.  my heart stopped.  my face began to crumple into tears.  i have never missed a flight before.  i was supposed to come interview here today, and already had a rental car and a hotel paid for.  had i missed that flight, i would have missed seeing the office out here.  been out about $500 all told.  oh yeah, and i can maybe get some public interest funding for the trip through the career services office (they reimburse if you have to make long trips for job interviews that are not with big muckity muck firms that pay for everything).  but only if i make the trip.  so that $500 would have come squarely from my pocket and i still would have had to come out here at some point. 

luckily, at that dark dark moment, another dude comes behind the jetblue counter.  his name tag says "piotr."  the bitch lady was already helping someone else i must have shown every bit of that desperation on my face.  he said "what wrong?" and i sputtered "i'm...late...7:55...vegas...oh god..." as i handed him my ID.  he says, in his very sexy sounding accent, "you have a nice czech name, i want to help you.  can you run very fast?"  hells yeah i can run very fast, hot czech dude!  (oh, and he was smokin hot...tall, blonde, built but not too built, and did i mention the exotic accent and the helpfulness?  helpfulness is very sexy.)  so he prints off my boarding pass and we bolt back for security.  it is agonizing.  we're in a big line  (even though he brought me to the employees only line to make it faster), and i finally just played the sympathy card ("excuse me, my flight is leaving like NOW, do you mind if i cut? thanks) to the front of the line.  then, of course, they have to check thoroughly.  take the laptop out the the bag and run the bag through again, dump the contents of my purse and chide me for trying to get a LIGHTER on the plane, etc.  then, we fucking RUN.

i haven't run this fast in a really long time.  and i hadn't anticipated how far security was form my gate, so i shot my was on the sprinting kinda early and had very little left by the time we got close, i was more kind of jogging by then, panting and red faced and feeling like i might possibly die or puke.  luckily i did neither.  made it on, and as a nice twist, there were two people who came on after me (a cute couple--it was the dude's birthday and the girl came on crying thinking he wouldn't make it but they waited for him anyway).  so my "good czech name" got me here, by the grace of piotr.  thanks dude! 

man, it's gorgeous here too.  i came in late at night so i got to see all the lights and stuff.  then i hit up my hotel (the one that looks like a castle) and even got upgraded to a "view room."  i could see most of the strip from my window at night, and today it's even more breathtaking.  you can see the surrounding mountains, the sky is beautiful, and i need a coffee pretty bad.  plus i haven't even gambled yet (unless you count my trip here, which could have crapped out so easily).  i am meeting up with another girl from my school and we're heading to the office in about 2 hours, so i'm gonna go put $5 on black and let it ride until we have to meet.  walt says we'll either be totally broke or have a million bucks by the time i'm finished.

i am having a problem with my eyes.  i think anyway.  see i got an eye exam for the first time in about three years (maybe four?) and my eyes had changed dramatically.  i knew they had cause i couldn't see far away anymore.  my left changed .75 and my right a full 1.00.  so i got my new glasses, which i love(d).  at first.

i got them at lenscrafters when we were in new york.  we went to see the flaming lips/ween/sonic youth show and it was awesome.  i could count the wrinkles on kin gordon's lovely face, decide once and for betwee dean and gene which is cuter, and see the nuance of every facial expression on wayne coyne.  it was awesome.  great for driving back too, i could read even the smallest road sign from far away, and the scenery was in sharp focus.

but now i'm back at dumb old school.  and my eyes fucking HURT.  yesterday i read for a while and i woke up in the middle of the night with a searing headache.  i took 2 aleve and it kinda went away, but i couldn't get back to sleep for like an hour while it subsided.  today, as i sit here and read for class, my right eye feels strained and  can feel that headache creeping back in around the edges.  last night's headache was concentrated around the right temple area, and that's what i can feel coming back. 

i have a 30 day guarantee on the glasses and i can bring them back to any lenscrafters.  i just fear that the problem is with the scrip and not the glasses themselves.  tho the glasses have also lost some of their charm.  as you can see, they have straight bows and i thought it was cool at first, but it fucks up my glasses when i brush my hair and i can't wear a hat very sungly or they get messed up.  what to do?