SHOUT OUTS!

*Big congrats to my cousins L&D for graduating high school. I love these people and I can't wait to be there for the next milestone!

*My friend Ars is pregnant! How exciting!

*To TD for landing a promotion!

Today I cleaned my room. My room is normally very tidy but because my suitcase was not emptied (since there is no room to put away its contents), all my clothes were strewn about my floor. Cleaning up personal space relieves stress. I still have to tackle my closet which is a beast of its own. SIGH.

kiss kiss, bang bang

In re: today's blog post title: A college intern was watching this movie out of boredom on his ipod in the conference room.

Its been so long since I've blogged-blogged. So many interesting, hilarious, freakish and exciting things have happened at work in the past four weeks. Those episodes are too detailed to narrate here.

Speaking of banging, tomorrow a group of us are taking a two hour tour of a firearms/ballistics lab. Yes, that's right. We are going to a shooting range. Where we will potentially be shooting [guns].

Should be educational, no?

Harry, Charlie, and the cutest little clip on the net

I watched this a while back and it always incites giggles.

Such a testament to brotherly love and affection!

my feet hurt

Actually its just my left pinky toe. The heels I was wearing today were fine for my right foot but the pinky toe has been aching all day. UGH such is the price for being "stylish."

Is it just me or are there more bag ladies in NYC than ever? There's this one 60-ish woman who puts on her makeup on the train without fail. Her makeup kit is hidden in one of the three bags that she hauls on to the train. And within the cosmetic case is another mini-case that holds all her eye essentials, including the large mascara stick that she uses every morning at 7:15. I feel like I'm watching an actress put on her face backstage at the theatre. AWKWARD.

I started to feel a bit bag lady-ish this morning when I carried an additional sack for my ballet flats. But those feelings disappeared once the sweltering heat [and rush hour] hit. Thank GOD for flats.

Why do they call it "tanktops"?

Is it because people who originally wore them were career-carnival clowns who were dunked into water tanks for amusement?

Why does seawater appear green at some angles and blue at others?

Do NYC rats devour steroids via sewage waste?

These are just some of the VERY random questions I ponder on the commute to work. The daily grind begins at 5:30 am and ends more than twelve hours later. Last week was my first week at the office. The workload was a mixture of tedious administrative stuff and some action in court. Today was by far the most exciting - I've been following one of my attorneys who is prosecuting a robbery and attempted murder case. This afternoon, on the second to last day of trial, one of our material witnesses came in. I couldn't believe it. My fellow intern couldn't believe it. We were sure that she would not show up because she is under witness protection. Hopefully, the jury will render a verdict for us tomorrow.

Although I've worked this kind of schedule before, seeing actual attorneys at work and knowing that I'm so close to the end and to [God-willing] practicing is kind of mind-boggling. I look at the little sleep and little pay these hard-working public interest lawyers endure and admire their tenacity. At the same time, there is definitely a part of this industry that I absolutely detest. I imagine these dynamics are simply how it is in every profession.

Its amazing how small our world is. The fellow intern who was assigned to my bureau that's been chilling with me at court lives two blocks away from me. Train rides don't feel as long with her company. Today I was fortunate to catch my Dad on the ferry home.

Speaking of our beloved ferry, when the heck did the morning boats play short stories over the intercom? Its slightly creepy to hear this voice lulling me to sleep with a classic tale about the high seas. I could use that sedation right about now though...