travellogue? what travellogue?

yeah. i'm a blogging failure. but in my defense, i spent all summer wondering where i'd get the money to buy food rather than when i'd post my next entry. and i didn't have internet access at my flat. so there.

to make up for it, here are some pretty pictures of belfast.


the street upon which i slaved freely as an intern.


parade participant during 'orangefest', the newfangled PC name for the 12 july orange day parades, or the 'sucks to be catholic' day parades if you're a catholic. this guy seems to have forgotten his uniform - but just his luck, he decided to wear his favorite protestant pride tee-shirt by coincidence.

i honestly didn't understand the whole concept of the parades. no, that's wrong - i understood the history and meaning behind them, but as a non-religious unaffiliated outsider i didn't *understand* them. they all seemed just a bit silly to me as a detached observer, and a little offensive the more i thought about it, though apparently i was more offended as a foreign observer than my irish catholic flatmate. but that's all said and done.


queen's university. amazing campus, marred only by The Big Mistake Of The Summer peeing in the bushes around the gate at 5am one morning.


the rose garden steps inside botanic gardens near queens university. i think they have an asian fetish.


hey look! a thistle! the flower of scotland! in botanic gardens in belfast!


loyalist murals in a purely protestant area of belfast.


ceiling in belfast city hall.

in honor of today's last 1L exam

in order to pass go and collect $200, i had to spend about 7 hours in this place earlier today. but now i get to call myself a 2L. huzzah!

thanks to all who made this year what it was, for better or for worse. i'll be dark for a few days (like you'd notice) but i'll be back shortly. and then maybe this little venture will turn itself into a travellogue for a bit.

cheers.

things i should refrain from repeating

this morning, after exiting the shower and grabbing some breakfast, i noticed my carton of 18 eggs in the fridge - still full - and decided to boil them. you see, i enjoy a hard-boiled egg or two in the morning every now and again. i placed the eggs in the pot, set the pot to boil, and left the kitchen, intending to dress myself and return promptly. having arranged this type of situation before, and having learned the cardinal rule of boiling foodstuffs - namely, do not leave cooking in process unattended - as a child, i was confident in my ability to return and finish the job, while killing two time-consuming birds with one time-period stone.

so up the stairs i went in order to prepare for the day. i dressed myself. unhappy with my choice, i dressed myself again. i dallied about on the internet. i made a phone call or two. i packed my bags for studying, i ate some breakfast, i dried my hair. i may, perhaps, have forgotten about the eggs on the stove.

when i finished drying my hair, i heard a loud banging noise from downstairs. initially, i thought the noise was coming from some construction outside - but i knew i was wrong when the noise began to grow louder and more frequent. then i thought, ok, my roommate must be packing books and simply dropping them into boxes. however, as her movers will be packing her belongings, this explanation didn't make sense, and given occam's razor, i was most definitely wrong. at this point, one of my cats had decided to go seek out the noise without me. so i thought to myself, right, i will put in some earrings and go downstairs to investigate.

and that's when i smelled the smoke.

so i run down the stairs to find the entire bottom floor thick with smoke, most obviously coming from my pot of eggs on the stove. i check, in horror, for fire - i am most terrified of fire, you see - and much to my delight, i had not burned down the kitchen. however, at this point i notice that my eggs are exploding out of my pot and flying across the kitchen.

THESE EGGS WERE LAUNCHING THEMSELVES OUT OF THE POT. AND LANDING ACROSS THE KITCHEN.

(note that any mental image you have of these airborne eggs is most likely a realistic approximation of the situation - one egg actually did fly in my general direction when i attempted to rescue the pot from what ended up being an inevitable demise.)

i spent the subsequent hour cleaning charred egg rubble off all manner of kitchen surfaces and appliances.

hell

as of today, law school is officially middle school, the sequel: older, richer, and still completely immature.

boston common

30 april 2006.

phrase of the day

according to professor crim, you're not a traitor, you're a "suspected treason person".

well i love that dirty water...

...oh, boston you're my home...

sorry, what were you saying?

yeah, so, i've been trying to do this thing - consistently - for four years, and seeing as may is THE MERRY MERRY MONTH OF DOOM, i thought i'd give another go at what the kids are calling 'blogging'.

people! who visit this page! make me post! regularly!

let the futile exercise begin.