Waitlisted

If you will, pardon my moment of basking in pretensiousness.

There is a profile on Friendster called "Hot Ivy Leaguer." It says it is dedicated to selecting only the hottest Ivy League students and alumnae. I applied to become a friend of Hot Ivy Leaguer, and no action has been taken on my request. Getting your friend request approved by Hot Ivy Leaguer is proving to be more difficult than being admitted to the Ivies, themselves. The powers that be have waitlisted me!

To keep up my thin veil of anonymity, I cannot reveal which of the Ivies I attended. I can, however, say this: it was not known for hot girls.

Now I'm not going to hold myself out to be scorching hot. By Miami standards I'm probably average. Not that you would know any of this, since you don't know who I am. But I can assure you that by my college's standards, I was pretty hot.

Hot Ivy Leaguer apparently doesn't realize that applicants from my school should be graded on a curve. If you added ten points to my application, I would be in the same league as say, a girl from Columbia (that's the only clue you'll get out of me - I didn't go there). And I noticed that in the 475 friends of Hot Ivy Leaguer there weren't many of my fellow alumnae. Hot Ivy Leaguer is selecting candidates in the most discriminatory way that excludes my sisters, and ME!

Granted, I've grown accustomed to curves in law school. How else can you best account for a difficult test and level the field? Hot Ivy Leaguer should employ the same tactic and give my fellow alumnae the same fighting chance as any of the hot girls from other Ivies. And FYI, there are some decidedly NOT hot friends of Hot Ivy Leaguer.

Dammit, approve my friend request!

Turning to the Dark Side

I just saw the new "Star Wars" movie tonight - what is it called? Something with "Sith"? It would be funnier if it were "synth" like "synth pop" and the soundtrack featured new songs by Depeche Mode.

But I LOVED the movie. LOVED it. Like basically any intelligent person on the planet I was severely disappointed by the first two films in this trilogy, but this movie just about made up for it. At last I realized why I had to endure so much stupid background information for two movies -- maybe the first two could have been just one boring movie, but wow, what an ending for a great franchise.

Watching Annikin turn to the Dark Side and become Darth Vader was heartbreaking and mesmerizing. Answers to so many long-standing questions were presented in technologically astounding form. The fight scenes and backgrounds were just incredible. In true "Star Wars" fashion the acting left something to be desired (even the usually laudable Natalie Portman) but I thought Hayden Christenson turned out a sound performance -- he really showed the confusion, anguish, passion and loathing that drove Annikin to the Dark Side.

I'm really blown away by this film. I think my fellow Monday night moviegoers were, too -- or perhaps they were somewhat more courteous than my Friday and Saturday night Sunset Place moviegoing peers. Believe it or not, not one cell phone rang, and not one girl yelled "Don't do it girlfriend!"

If you are a "Star Wars" fan, you must see this is the film. It will renew your faith in the power of The Force.

Fun & Games

Thanks Elad for helping me to procrastinate! Fittingly, I'm typing this post from the new music library and listening to my iPod!!!

1. The person (or persons) who passed the baton to you.
Elad (I don't know how to do the linking, but his blog is "Causin' Rain Storms" -- see link under "What I Read")

2. Total volume of music files on your computer.
If I hadn't trashed everything I've uploaded to my iPod to conserve disk space, it would be in the neighborhood of 10 gigs.

3. The title and artist of the last CD you bought.
Bloc Party - Silent Alarm (I know, I'm a few weeks behind!)

3a. The title and artist of the last CD you (cough) downloaded.
Shockingly enough, nothing. Yet. Wait until I cash in my Lexis-Nexis points at the iTunes store!!! (I'm a dork, I know).

4. Song playing at the moment of writing.
Basement Jaxx -- Romeo

5. Five songs you have been listening to of late (or all-time favorites, or particularly personally meaningful songs)
These are five songs I've been listening to lately:
"Digital Love" -- Daft Punk
"Rebellion (Lies)" -- The Arcade Fire
"This Modern Love" -- Bloc Party
"Heavy Metal Drummer" -- Wilco
"You Can't Always Get What You Want" -- The Rolling Stones

6. The five victims people to whom you will 'pass the musical baton.' Apologies in advance:
If OlafJ is reading this, on to him!!!

On Loneliness, aka, Life Without Cable

I cut off my cable on Friday afternoon. The timing was a little foolish in light of nationally broadcast Yankees v. Mets series this weekend, but it had to be done. Not only am I moving next weekend, but of course I'm studying for the bar and am WAY too dependent on television.

I've spent the day packing up my apartment and uploading CDs to my iPod (see previous post on iPodding). I watched a few DVDs during the day, but nothing held my attention while I was moving around the house. I never quite realized until today exactly how dependent I've become on cable television. I spoke a couple people on the phone but I mostly spent the day alone. On Sundays past, I could sit around happily all day in my pajamas and watch whatever crappy movie was showing on TNT, TBS, or USA -- some movie that I'd seen numerous times, but always watched anyway. The whole day would pass and I would barely notice.

But today has dragged on for an eternity. I got so bored I even swam 20 laps in the pool downstairs. I despise exercise. This was an extreme measure to wake up.

The worst part is, there is no end in sight. This is the beginning of a summer without cable television. And today all I did was pack - it will get SO MUCH WORSE when I actually have to study. Guess I'll be swimming a lot of laps.

Fumbling Towards Destiny (w/ apologies to Sarah McLachlan)

I'm about to get a little Carrie Bradshaw on you, be prepared.

Do things happen for a reason?

Ha ha ha, sorry, I watched three episodes of "Sex & The City" yesterday and just couldn't help myself.

But seriously, take a recent example:

I was in the worst mood yesterday. Lots of factors, none of them particularly justified. I was just pissed off. But I picked myself up and went out to dinner with a bunch of my friends at Lincoln Road. Drive over was incident free, found parking easily. Then on the walk over to the restaurant I got a phone call from a friend who was freaking out in the most irritating (and unfortunately, frequently common way). Just as I hung up with him, and took a couple deep breaths to get my blood pressure back down, I saw a guy carrying an albino python (literally my worst nightmare because I'm scared to death of snakes). A block later, the heel of my favorite pair of sandals broke off (I bought them at Century 21 in New York in my poor paralegal days). And they can't even be fixed because it would involve a soldering iron at the very least. But moving on, five of us made it to dinner on time, three more joined us later and dinner took three hours.

I decided to forego bar-hopping with the group and went for ice cream instead (better allocation of calories, I reasoned) with my friend A, one of the dinner attendees. Now we are getting to the point of the post -- we sat and ate our ice cream and chatted and I told her about a guy my newly married friends (and perennial matchmakers) wanted to fix up with me. We giggled about that for a few minutes and then literally ten minutes later, he walks by with his brother, brother's girlfriend, and his dog. We chatted for a while, nothing exciting, but I couldn't help but wonder -- if I hadn't endured an abusive phone call, a run-in with a terrifying beast, and losing my slipper (ok sandal, I'm romanticizing. Whatever.) then would I have run into him?

Put differently: did destiny make my phone ring, throw a snake in my path, and break my shoe so that I would run into him at the end of the night? To me, for all these trials to occur in one night is of almost mythic significance -- call me Odyssea. Is it of cosmic significance, or more likely that a ton of people walk around Lincoln Road on Saturday nights?

I'm a big believer in fate, and think coincidence is just part of fate. And there are any number of people I could have run into last night but didn't. So maybe the set-up is fated. Guess I'll just have to wait and see.