Blind Prophecy

All of school was officially canceled yesterday. Late last night we got news that our Con Law professor didn’t think she could manage the commute today, so our only class of the day was also called off. I still have to be on campus for a couple meetings and to force myself into doing some homework. I can’t speak to the snow situation for those who have to commute, but in and around my neighborhood it seems to be much more of a wet, slushy, completely survivable winter storm.

Last week’s interviews for summer positions went well, I think. No offers, yet, but most of them said they may take as long as March 1 to make decisions. I still have a few more resumes out there and another interview tomorrow. I’m a little all-over-the-place right now with potential offers coming from California, Las Vegas, Newark, Trenton and in New York City. I’m hoping an offer comes soon so I can start making a specific summer plan if I have to move and/or find an apartment.

Fordham Follies is going to be so much fun. We had 4(ish) hour dance rehearsals both Saturday and Sunday of last week. Again, almost 10 years since I last had to learn choreographed dance routines well enough to sing and dance in unison with other people. If you want an idea, here are some clips from three years ago. And a few more from 2008.

I’ve been able to spend time with a lot of familiar faces lately. One of my cousins was in town recently and I got to meet his wife and their newborn baby. Jesse was in town for a weekend. I’ve hung out (read: got drunk with) a friend from undergrad twice. And then there was a crazy party with some of my classmates last weekend. The point is that I definitely seem to have more time for socializing this semester than I did this time last term. Also, I may be drinking too much.

News from home sounds somewhat encouraging. Dad is doing okay and seems to be taking his doctor’s orders seriously. Jeanne comes home really soon, too. Dad’s emergency took something of an emotional toll on my siblings, so they could use some cheering up.

I’ve been eligible for an upgrade on my cell phone plan since the beginning of the year and I’ve been stalling because I was hoping the iPhone/AT&T thing would come to an end. I finally decided to stop waiting this week and go with my second choice phone, a DROID. According to FedEx shipping it arrived in our mail room yesterday, but whoever signed for it also decided not to open the package room to students because of the snow. Lame city. I can’t wait to pick it up today and start playing video games and tweeting in class learning what the smart phone/application craze is all about. My last phone was a big step up for me simply because it had basic web capability and a keyboard. Also, maybe I can be the second entry at Guys with Droids! But I’d have to appear after that guy—> (woof!) I hear that they will be releasing a Grindr app for the android platform this year, so hello random sexy time!

My gym routine is starting to pay off again. I won’t lie, I really fell behind in the latter part of last semester and over the break to the point where I almost destroyed all the work I did last year. But the weight is starting to come off again. Largely because I’m counting calories again. It wasn’t so much the lack of exercise giving me problems, it was the stress eating.

Finally, can I just say how glad I am that the New York Senate booted Hiram Monserrate from his position? I don’t think I’m exaggerating to say the New York Senate is among the most corrupt, dysfunctional and out-of-control legislative bodies in the country (and I lived in Utah). While there is still a lot of housecleaning to do in Albany, this is a good step forward, even if he wins his Constitutional challenge. I don’t know how you recover, politically, from a) beating and assaulting your girlfriend, b) pissing off the gays in New York, and c) being kicked out of the New York Senate. That last one is a bit like being getting tossed out of the insane asylum because the inmates think you’re too crazy.

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