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December 04, 2006
Dirty Pretty Things
First, a few disclaimers:
I was trying for a clever movie reference w/ this entry's title, but in fact it is about dirty AND pretty things. And also, not so much about pretty things. More about happy things, OK, ONE happy thing (finals suck!). And finally, I haven't even seen the movie (I suck!).
Dirty Things
1. Me.
I have not washed my hair in THREE DAYS. It's gross. AND I'm getting a haircut tomorrow, which means I have to get up an hour early to wash it in the hopes it will dry on time so Roberta doesn't think I've either a) got dementia (she is like, 22, so she probably thinks anyone over the age of 27 is ripe for senility), or b) I'm gross (I am, and p.s. my body has atrophied from sitting in one place and p.p.s whine! (Laurie says it burns calories)).
2. My apartment.
Because I have not left my couch for three days? Neither have Fred & Ethel. Which means aside from the deserted island of where my bottom rests, my couch is a sea of cat hair. Yummy!
Pretty Ugly, But Happy Thing
Oh, how I have been holiday shopping my little atrophied buns off every night when I just can't handle any more perjury or conflicts of interest or the fruits and instrumentalities of crime.
And I couldn't resist buying myself THIS:
Oooh, I am so happy!! I used to have one in my old apartment, and after a long day of arguing with people over whether a link should say "Click here" or "Click here now," I could come home and have a cold one without shuffling around in some drawer for the bottle opener, which, as everyone knows, is always hidden underneath the cheese grater, which you inevitably scrape a knuckle on.
No more!
p.s. For some reason, I cannot effectively study without a bra on. My old boss used to say the reason why he didn't believe in business casual was that people's work reflects their dress. At the time, I was like, "Dude, sure, you just say that because you've got like 40 years of Brooks Brothers in your closet, two pairs of khakis that you alternate wearing to Applebee's on Friday nights, and one pair of shorts that you haul out once a year when your wife forces you to go to your neighbor's BBQ." But now? I believe my bra is HELPING MY MIND. Thank you, Victoria's Secret.
Posted by jen at December 4, 2006 10:06 PM
Comments
"two pairs of khakis that you alternate wearing to Applebee's on Friday nights" -- You crack me up.
I was the opposite of you in law school; my apartment would be super clean around finals time because I would find any excuse to avoid studying. Your way seems better, if dirtier.
Posted by: -R- at December 5, 2006 08:37 AM
It is a "supporting" piece of clothing. Helps you along in your studies. Sorry, I just finished writing a final for chemistry. Almost but not quite as much fun as taking one.
Posted by: Monique at December 5, 2006 10:17 AM
It's not really the mind-body connection. It's the boob-body connection. I think Oprah did a show on this. Or she should. Or something. (sorry, I don't have my bra on right now).
Posted by: Libarian Girl at December 5, 2006 10:59 AM
My roommate and I used to procrastinate around finals and completely rearrange our dorm room, and later our apartment. At least you're nopt letting hte cat hair be your excuse to not study!
Good luck on your finals!! (and holiday shopping!)
Posted by: rg at December 5, 2006 12:23 PM
Hmm self-proclaimed as dirty.
I knew I liked you for a reason!!! :)
Posted by: daniel at December 5, 2006 07:09 PM
I'm with everyone else. Finals is the perfect time for a deep cleaning of your apartment. And lots of cooking. I need a clean environment with lots of snacks to study effectively. And a really comfortable pair of boxers.
Posted by: Dagny at December 5, 2006 09:11 PM
oh i totally have to have a bra on to study. once the bra comes off / the mind turns off! :) i love that opener, i may have to order one myself!
Posted by: carolyn at December 6, 2006 07:58 AM