Food is good

I'm going to remind myself to be more thankful for food in the future. Life is rough without it. It was not the easiest fast of all time, rather than getting hunger pains, I just got really tired. Like hunger lethargy. Playing video games was hard to do I have so little energy. That's right, I was almost too lazy to do the laziest activity known to man. But Damien and I still beat the really crappy PS3 version of Ninja Turtles. I was Rafael, no big deal.

The afternoon/evening services that we attended were Reform. I've never been to Reform services before. It was kind of nice, but not something I would choose to attend on a regular basis. There was a lot of English going on, and I was more looking for a language that I don't understand. Also there was a woman who was the "cantorial soloist." She had a really great voice, but she used it a lot. And often was accompanied by piano. Piano in the service, that's new to me. Next thing there will be a hippie drum circle service where we'll kick a bean bag around a lawn and talk about the 60's. Wait, it's the day of atonement? Oh, right. No, my real problem was that the soloist liked to show that she had a good voice, so every prayers she sang took about three times as long as it needed to. Like I could have read it just as fast, and I don't remember how to read Hebrew very well at all. But I feel atoned. And it was actually really nice going to services. I didnt mess anything up too bad...I didn't stand when everyone else was sitting or vice-versa. Granted, I don't speak Hebrew, which probably got me judged by a few people sitting near me (woman with big eyes sitting a row in front and a seat to my left in the morning service, I'm looking at you, you judger), but it's all good.

Damien and I broke fast at a Mongolian barbecue restaurant which ended up being quite similar to Fire and Ice. It was also similar to Fire and Ice in that I ate way too much and feel like vomiting. But gosh food is nice and I appreciate it. Drink is also pretty essential. The best part of the day may have been that I didn't have to think about law school. Well I clearly just thought of it, so forget that, but previously I didn't really have to think about it. That was clutch. Tomorrow at 8:30 am it's back to the grind. Bring it, LRW class/professor whom I dislike.

Yom Kippur and hungry already

It is a remarkable 3 hours into the Yom Kippur fast and wouldn't you know it, I am hungry. This does not bode well for the next 22 hours of fasting. At least I will be asleep for a few of those hours. And with the rest of them I'll be doing exciting things like listening to services in a language I don't understand and reading about personal jurisdiction. Whoopee! I'm actually excited though, it is what I want to do. I really like the idea of Yom Kippur, a day of atonement. And I'm (clearly) not Catholic, so this isn't a common occurrence that you get forgiveness. I like the contemplativeness of the day. No pressure to do anything in particular, just to think. It's rare.

I forgot a ridiculous occurrence that happened on Saturday night on the way to Adams Morgan with Damien. We were on the metro and we pulled in to the Van Ness stop. People got off; people got on. The announcement came on, as it always does, "Doors closing, step back." The doors closed. Then the doors opened. Then the announcement, "Doors closing, step back." Then the doors closed. Then the doors opened. This cycle repeated for about 5 minutes with everyone on the train getting first confused, then frustrated. Some people reached downright anger. It was amusing to watch a girl who had been next to the doors freak out, thinking that she had leaned on them and this was all her fault. It wasn't her fault, but it was someone's. Eventually all the passengers of the train were told to get off and wait on the platform for the next train. We complied, but not without profanity. Damien struck up a conversation with some woman wearing ridiculous yellow shoes. She liked him, but apparently he wussed out and didn't invite her to go with us. It may not have helped that he was beginning to look like Wolfman because he hadn't shaved in a day and a half (though it's not his fault he grows facial hair at a Tim Allen-like rate (some Santa Claus movie, right?)). Eventually the next train comes and the hundred or so people who were inconvenienced by the previous train get on the new one. We take our seats and hold our breath, waiting to see what happens when it is time for the doors to close. "Doors closing, step back" and they close. Everyone breathes a sigh of relief. Then the doors fly open. Everyone looks perplexed for a second until I break out into laughter. A few other people then join me. My laughter continues as the train driver comes over the speaker saying "You need to step back from the door sir, or else the same thing is gonna happen. Stop touching the door!" He wasn't messing around, you could tell. The doors closed and we went. But someone was to blame all along! Thanks, jerk. It's funny to know that one inconsiderate/idiotic person can cause so many other people so many problems. Oh wait, we already lived through the 43rd presidency and learned that lesson.

Last night I went to Rachel's for a pirate themed party. Let me tell you, it was not where all the cool kids were. There were, in fact, only three cool kids present: Rachel, Gavi, and me. The other 15 people, sadly, did not qualify for our category. Their pirate costumes, vehemence for awkwardness, and general demeanor disqualified them. The three of us ate pizza (damn, reminded myself I'm hungry) and generally hung out which was quite pleasant. I did get warned against law school by someone who just graduated. That's always a good sign. I think she's just bitter because she doesn't have a job or an attractive personality. Maybe the pirate costume wasn't helping her, just a thought.

This morning I submitted the infamous Memo 1. It was a lot of help learning that citations were a maximum of 2 (out of 40) points. Wish I had seen that sooner. I'm not thrilled about how it turned out, but I'm not thrilled about legal writing in general. I'm certainly no Oliver Wendell Holmes. I celebrated turning in the memo with a run on the treadmill, a shower, and going to a bar to watch football all day with Dan. We ran into some people from school and met others. It was nice relaxing, drinking my Diet Coke, eating my buffalo wing, and watching the Patriots win. My only qualm is that I got wicked ADD during the game. This is a sports bar that has half a million (maybe 30) television screens. That's a lot. They had about 7 games on at a time, and I ended up trying to follow every one while focusing on the Patriots. It was quite a task and I think I failed at it for the most part. I was crippled by my poor eye sight and my refusal to wear my glasses in any but the most dire circumstances.