The Lull

I'm already in mourning for the social life and nights with 8 hours of sleep that I'll have to give away tomorrow at noon. (I'm at least wearing black yoga pants/black chacos--don't let the tie-dye shirt fool you about the seriousness of this moment--I had to babysit today starting at 8 am and this is what I slept in last night). Anyways, orientation to be a 1L orientation leader is tomorrow afternoon, which means I get to enjoy what will likely be my last day of sleeping in for the next month or so. Also, it's not going to be terrible because I have a fun dinner party to go to tomorrow night and I heard there might be Persian lasagna (which means I'll be there early).

But, there's still the 7-year-old-giddy part of me that LOVES school--the new notebooks, fancy pens, new friends, different teachers and the wonderful opportunity to make THIS year the best yet. I had a fantastic first year of law school, which you probably couldn't tell because of my complaining on various social media outlets--but let me tell you, when it comes down to fight or flight--I'm going to kick the tar out of this year and keep the upwards trend in my grades that I started last Spring. Though the complaining will probably start on Monday as I work on my First Week reading assignments, at least for now, I get to enjoy the calm before the storm--the beauty of the lull.

other things I've been loving lately:

isn't that an AWESOME photo. I'm a big fan of weheartit.com

When Death Comes
Margaret Oliver

When it's over, I want to say all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it's over, I don't want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.

I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened,or full of argument.

I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.

And one more:

Mumford and Sons is like Ireland in a bottle. For realsies. Not that I've been there (does anyone want to take me?) but I've known people that have and in college I took an entire class on James Joyce (bragging moment: I've read everything by Joyce except for Finnigan's Wake, and if you're not sure why I never made it through that one, then you'll just have to wikipedia it). {Small notation here--apparently, according to the internet, they are from London. But I still think it sounds like Ireland, just listen.}

a field full of wishes would be wonderful right now.

into the breach!