January: Dark Times

This January has been less than ideal. While I've been keeping my spirits up and generally attempting to remain positive and stress free, just one month into the semester things already seem to be going insane. The first week of classes started with the career center reminding us that it was time to start our internship searches for the upcoming summer. Within just four weeks, the semester has become a maelstrom of applications, readings, paper deadlines, and optional skills competitions that I chose to do (still not sure why).

In addition to this, a rogue snowstorm basically shut down D.C. last weekend, and I haven't been biking to class since then. In the absence of regular physical activity, I've become a neurotic mess.

January has also had it's good points. A rogue snowstorm basically shut down D.C. last weekend, providing an excellent day of sledding and tea. I live in a community house that's been very sweet and accommodating of my preoccupation and stress, and I've had weekly cooking sessions for cookinginpjs.com to keep me sane. I have made quite a lot of pie crust, and while it's not perfect quite yet, it's pretty delicious.

I've been obsessed with two songs this month: 1.) Dark Times, by Ed Sheeran and The Weeknd, and 2.) Yoga, by Janelle Monae

Honorable mentions go to everything else Ed Sheeran has ever produced, Hoodie Allen's acoustic album, the complete works of Jidenna, and Frank Waln.

I've applied to a number of internships, and am working slowly but surely on Bicycle Diaries, by David Byrne. David also happens to be a musician, and one of the founding members of the Talking Heads, whose music I had not previously heard. I'd give it a solid A-.

I watched The Great British Baking Show, which was as amazing as every single word in that title would indicate. Loved every minute of it, and found myself taking notes on baking techniques to try sometime when I'm not swapped with deadlines!

I think the biggest struggle with law school can be retaining the things that you enjoy but that don't really contribute to your law school performance. It can be difficult to retain those vestiges of yourself, especially because school itself is SO overwhelming. It often feels like the seconds are sprinting by, and it can be difficult to maintain your sense of self within the hubbub.

I'm still trying to find that balance for myself, and January was a swing and a miss in that regard. But hey - that's what February's for!

Law School and Indian Food

It's the night before my second semester of law school! It would seem as though I should know what's going on, but alas, I do not. Tomorrow will start fresh with some new classes, Property and Constitutional Law, and while I have some background in Constitutional Law, I've none whatsoever in Property. I don't even have any particular interest in property, and I don't forsee that changing, although obviously I'd like to be proven wrong on this point.

My vacation was stuffed to the hilt with visits with friends many of whom I hadn't seen in five months or more, The Beatles (thank you, Spotify), and food. I've always liked food, and I've been cooking for a while now, but I have a tendency to shift from idea to idea quickly, and rarely make the same thing twice. I've made food with Middle Eastern, Mexican, and "Asian" influences, but I've been terrified to touch Indian food. I spent my childhood eating my mother's cooking, which is incredible, and there was always a vague fear that the food I cooked for myself would always pale in comparison. It's the same reason I rarely go to Indian restaurants; I'm usually disappointed by food that sounds familiar, but doesn't have the same "cay ruchi" or unique flavor, as my mother's.


This vacation, I decided that it was time to learn the food of my ancestors, and spent several days quizzing my mom about Indian food, and taking copious notes. I've got a number of recipes and ideas now, and part of me wishes that this vacation could last longer so that I could try them all out, and learn more while I'm at it.

But vacation is never quite long enough for all the things I want to do, and part of my is excited to start the new semester (check in next week when I regret every part of this sentence).

See ya never, 2015

2015 brought 20 new posts to my corner of the internet, averaging out to 1 every 2.5 weeks or so. Pretty much my only goal for 2016 is to exceed that, and write more.

I spent the first half of this year in India, trying to decide what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. I learned about the difficulties of recovering from a knee replacement surgery, and that sometimes the only way to stop a tantrum-ing toddler is to hug them close. I learned more than I ever expected to about the laws governing auto drivers, and trying to figure out where the overlap was between autos and taxis. I found the ocean after a long separation and decided I never wanted to leave. I read the entire Harry Potter series twice, backwards then forwards. I smelled Eucalyptus is the air and decided to move into a mountain hut. I realized that as much as I like to see new places and new things, the buildings aren't the bits you remember - you remember the way you felt, and people you met. My brother graduated from high school, and started going to school at Kettering, and it was exciting and surreal. I kept remembering the baby who used to upstage me just be rolling over. I spent a month in Europe with my brother, and loved everything. This has also been the year we watched Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt together. Three times. I spent a whirlwind two weeks at home. I started law school! And moved to DC! I I spent four months studying. I also learned to make vegan cinnamon rolls from scratch, and started biking a lot. I didn't explore the city as much as I wanted to, but that's just a goal for the upcoming year.

It's been a pretty good year, and I don't have any particular expectations for 2016 to be "bigger" or "better." But I am excited to meet it, and find my next adventures.

Today I'm spending a low key New Year's Eve with the family, idly judging celebrities and eating my weight in Indian food. It's exactly the type of party that suits me right now, and I am so thankful for my little corner of this universe. I can only hope that 2016 comes in as gleefully as 2015 is being ushered out.

Happy New Year :)

I Have Found My (ONE) Direction (an album review)

It all started earlier this week, when I was innocently watching Ellen clips on Youtube. One Direction was playing "never have I ever," a delightful party game that I always win (read: I've never done anything). Harry dimpled up whenever he didn't want to admit details about his purportedly wild life, and Niall admitted to occasionally pretending to be both Nick from the Backstreet Boys AND Ellen, which I found to be particularly endearing.

So I watched a few more interviews, read a few tabloid articles, and before I even knew it I was listening to their new album.


These are the true things I said to my best friend as I listened:

"Hey Angel" is pretty decent. The singing and music itself is lovely.
"I come alive when I hear your voice, it's a beautiful sound it's a beautiful noise" <- m'eh.

"Drag Me Down" has excellent opening lyrics; it's like a cross between vintage Maroon 5 and One Republic? Yea, this is really good actually.

"I can be the one to stay with you tonight." These lyrics are almost all about how hot they think they are (this is "Perfect.")
BTW, "Out of Style" by T-wift and "Perfect" by 1D have the same tune exactly.

I like "Infinity" too.
It's all "my heart is brrooookkkeeennnn" angst.
But pretty good (not for their hearts, obvi).

Whoever sings the first part of "End of the Day" is amazing.
The chorus sucks though.
The verse is lovely, the chorus is weird and annoying.

"Pay attention, I hope that you listen." This is redundant.

WHAT BAND DOES THIS 1D album remind me off?

It's like a combo of Howie Day and Matt Nathanson and John Mayer; all those men who sing songs with guitars.

"Never Enough" is weird but weird but good.

Next up: Olivia - because no boy band can have an album without a girl's name on it.
Olivia is bouncy and sort of sweet - it's like candy floss.
Don't let them go Olivia!
But this song legit has a great tune.
It's whimsical and sweet.

"If tomorrow you won't be mine, why don't you give it to me one last time?" THEY ARE SO CHARMING.
WTF is this lyric?
Who was in charge of this sentence?
It's the worst.
I burst out laughing.
It's sad because the hook is "let me love you goodbye," which is really lovely sounding, but then it goes "GIVE IT TO ME ONE LAST TIME."
This is the greatest failing of our generation.
When did "give it to me" become acceptable?

"I Want to Write You a Song" is basically "Hey There Delilah." He also wants to lend you his coat, just so you know.
This song isn't bad.
They have a song they want to write you and a coat they want to lend you.

History is pretty dece, but boring I guess, I changed songs 1 min in.

Temporary fix could literally be re-titled "LET ME BE YOUR BOOTY CALL."
This whole album could be entitled "We May Be In a Boy Band, But We Are Not Virgins."

This album is a weird mix of vintage-y songs and normal boy band stuff; the vintage-y stuff is winning, and the rest is m'eh.

A.M. has the same number of syllables as morning.
Why do they use AM instead of morning?
One is obvi more poetic.
The song AM uses the words "let's break the clocks, forget about time," which is great, but then they say "won't you stay till the AM."
Which makes me want to beat this song to death...with a clock.

Having spent far too long listening to 1D and deciding which songs I like while wondering how anyone can be as pretty as Harry Styles, I think it's time for me to retire from the CD review business.

In summation:

Four great songs: Olivia, Infinity, Never Enough, Drag Me Down
Everything else is fine - wouldn't run to change the radio station, but probably wouldn't intentionally listen to them multiple times.

All in all, a good album.


Edit: This entire album is extremely similar to fungus. In my first listen, there were a few songs I didn't like. Now I like them all; they've grown on me rapidly.

A play-date with the Universe

Since my classes ended, I've been spending all my time in front of my computer, typing one thing or the other. I finished and submitted my paper last night though, and all that's left now is to finish my outlines, and things finally feel doable. I woke up happy this morning. It's the type of day where you just want to go play. It's beautiful - no clouds in sight, the sky is the sort of blue you could cuddle into, and the whole world is crisp and clear.

How can you be unhappy when this is the road ahead??

Sun dappled trails and leaves crunching underfoot? YES PLEASE. I frolicked around the path, getting my fair share of weird looks. I just couldn't stop smiling and laughing out loud as I ran.

I also ran farther than I've gone in a long time, and it was a beautiful glorious morning. Today was the kind of day made for long luxurious runs and longer, even more luxurious showers.


I'm no photographer, but I don't need to be when the world is this lovely!


Ironically, I passed this sign at the end of my run, rather than at the beginning. But that's ok - it's always time to start something, right?

I just couldn't resist the world today. I felt fat with glee all morning, and to be honest, that feeling still hasn't left me. Even as I type out outlines for my Torts class, I can feel the strong, clean air rushing into my lungs.

I guess it's time to get back to it now, but I couldn't imagine keeping this day all to myself; some days are meant for sharing. <3.