iPodding

I finally fulfilled my several month long dream of owning an iPod last week. I would love to say that it has changed my life, but frankly, it's taking so long to upload all of my albums to it that right now it's become a really boring hobby rather than a life-improving convenience. Literally, I set target goals every evening for how many albums I will try to upload that evening. I've stopped watching tv to upload to my iPod. I think if you gave alcoholics and drug addicts iPods they would stop abusing substances because you need so much concentration and time to deal with the iPod that really, no time is left for anything else!

Anyway, I've been rediscovering songs (with a 5,000 song capacity, you can discover all sorts of songs). But it's fun to see what makes the cut -- I can't possibly upload every single song I own. No way. But in the process I'm finding mixes from old boyfriends (Hi OlafJ) that have songs that reveal very specific and memorable moments in time. Speaking of Olaf, I found his mix with "Digital Love" by Daft Punk, a much more romantic song than one would ever think. It was our song, I think, if we had one, and I always imagined that if we got married we would be doing the robot dance to it as our first dance.

But I will say this: I think if iPods had existed when Nick Hornby wrote "High Fidelity" Rob Fleming would totally be an iPod owner. Not because of the new-fangledness or high technology aspect of it -- save that for another Hornby character, the protagonist from "About A Boy." But I digress. The point is, the thought of having all of your music in one place is very comforting. It would certainly save time in the "great reorganization" after break-ups.

Social Awkwardness

Hello hello!

Believe it or not, I actually received a complaint that I had not updated my blog in a week or so! I have one whole faithful reader! YAY!

So I graduated from law school this weekend and it seems to have gone without a hitch ... so far. After all, I haven't really graduated until my grades come in, and somehow, even though I took two multiple choice tests two weeks ago I have no grades yet! So the waiting continues.

My family was able to meet my friends and nemeses. Most amusing is the humiliation I've suffered as a result of a long-standing crush on a classmate. When my family met his they got along swimmingly. Both of our mothers were flight attendants for the same airline in the same time period. I think that while drunk (ok, drunk is an understatement. What is the drunkest term? A nomination by my friend is "fucking wasted." I think I'll run with that), I'm sorry, fucking wasted on Wednesday night at a law school event I told nearly every attendee that I had a long-standing crush on someone and should I tell him that? Because you see, he's moving away. Actually, moved this morning. And yesterday I was overheard gushing about him and someone sitting behind me said in a very loud voice that last night was his last night in Miami. Hmmm, guess that was intended for me.

But what to do? Well, what I did was let it go. I'm sure he knows by now, but what the fuck, life goes on. I'd love to say I'm horrendously embarrassed by the whole episode but I can't bring myself to be. Too many other socially awkward moments have happened (and will happen) to make me hide my head in the sand.

And frankly, I'm no ostrich. I'm about as subtle as a bulldozer.