Happy four-day week, people.
This weekend, we got some more furniture from my parents. This is good; however, some of it is too heavy to move from the truck to the house between only Ducks and myself. So, that limited us to the use of one vehicle for the remainder of the weekend until Ducks found a strong friend to come over and help move this gargantuan 17-ton armoire.
Sunday, I let him take the car and I stayed at home. It was fine. I did chores, organized a closet (yay me!) and watched a tremendous amount of Project Runway. I didn’t really WANT to go anywhere, but it’s kind of weird just to feel quarantined to your house. So, the next day, I decided to venture into previously untraversed grounds. And by that, I mean — I went to the law library.
It was so strange to be back in a library and not looking for something like The Red Queen (which, OMGoodness, I want to read so badly) or Julie and Julia on audiobook. It was also strange to feel the quietness. I don’t know about your institutions of undergraduate learning, but for me, the library was about 80 percent chat and drink knock-off Starbucks, 5 percent texting/looking at Facebook and …maybe…15 percent studying.
Law school library = completely different. No one talks. Ever. People get little rooms and get out their books and actually read them. They whisper when they’re in the lobby. They even whisper “thank you” when you hold the door open for them. I put 75 cents in a vending machine to get a soda and thought I might be attacked by a lynch mob of one kid silently munching a hot pocket while glaring at some scary-looking textbook. And, people, this vending machine was in the student lounge area. Not really the place to go if you’re looking for quite study time. I didn’t even venture to try for a Rice Krispie treat from the other machine – that might have pushed Hot Pocket Boy right over the edge.
Anyway, while Ducks diligently labored over Civil Procedure, I was happy to see that I hadn’t lost my library study habits. I wrote a few pages in my current novel-journal (I can’t type fictional stuff -I have to write it on paper. Weird.). Then, I checked out Facebook – obviously a studying prerequisite. I decided to read a case then, just to see what was happening in the fabulous world of property law – it was about a Hungarian lady who died and wrote her husband a letter about her money. She signed her letter (in Hungarian, obviously), “Your Kissing, Loving Wife.” Which I found weird – maybe it was a lost-in-translation kind of thing. Property law and torts are my favorite classes, mainly because the cases are just muy bizarre. Which I like. It’s too bad that I’m a sick girl who’s just reading this nonsense for fun.
Having been practical at that point, I decided it would be much more interesting to NOT read — or at least not read a textbook — and instead, check out the “Find the Pineapple” page for Psych, which, if you don’t watch it, is a freakishly hilarious show. Ducks thinks it’s just the Scrubs of the police show world, but it’s so much better. And, there’s a pineapple hidden in every episode. Which I have never actually found but there’s hope. Especially now that I’ve found the message board that explains where they are hidden (mwahaha).
And, people, did you know there’s literally a message board for every topic in the world? And that each message board is full of people who are crazy-passionate about these topics? Yep.
Anyway, so while I didn’t accomplish much at the library besides keeping myself amused for 7 hours and fetching us lunch, Ducks actually did get a lot done. He said my presence was helpful because it kept him from taking breaks and….of course…. checking on his fantasy teams.
So, you may get a lot more weekend blog posts from me in the future, because I’ll be chilling at the library Sunday afternoons with nothing-freaking-else to do. Awesome.
How was YOUR long weekend? I have cupcake pics to post tomorrow, but that’s another story. 😉