Morning.

My alarm clock blared a mixture of static and jazz music this morning as it announced the arrival of 6:00 am, but of course, I really don't remember any of this. Instead, I smacked my alarm clock, rolled over, and fell promptly back to sleep. Another five minutes ticked by without much consciousness or activity until a second alarm from my cell phone rang out. That one, I turned off completely without realizing it.

I rolled over, a while later, my room slightly glowing with the morning light and looked at the clock across from my bed. The clock's asymmetrical arms stretch out indicating it was 8:25 am, give or take a few minutes. Lacking the consciousness to do the full time conversion in my head, I pulled my cell phone to my face to observe the real time. 8:02. Shit. 8:02. My mind rolled around this figure several times; it tumbled to and fro before the full weight of it sunk into my budding consciousness. 8:02...class at 9:10...I could sleep for another 20 minutes I thought for a second. That's what I would have done in undergrad, I thought. In undergrad, I could sleep another 20 minutes, roll out of bed, thrown on whatever I had, shove my laptop into my bag and grab the right book before bounding off to class. Maybe I'd stop at the student lounge and grab a drink on the way, too. No, a voice in the back of my head yelled; This isn't undergrad. Stupid reality.

So, reluctantly I lifted myself from my pillowed paradise and proceeded with my new morning ritual. The typical things occurred; I decided my shower last night wouldn't need to be repeated, I turned on CNN, pulled my hair back, checked my email, facebook, my blog, the weather and my calendar of events for the day, I put on clothes, makeup, and reviewed the cases for my Torts class. Then I breakfasted; the standard bowl of cereal and caffeine injection. (If I could actually receive the caffeine intravenously, I would.) Then I packed for the day. No one told me before law school that case books were so cumbersome. I often carry a back pack and a laptop bag! Fun.

And by 8:55 am (at the latest), I'm out the door and off to Torts and then various other classes subsequently. And my mind dwells now on mornings past, where my lackadaisical ways were rewarded and I wish I had appreciated them more.

Ah, memories.

Umm...yeah

So, I'm terribly awful at tending to my blog, I know. I'm sorry. But, for the two people who may look at this who are not me, look, I'm updating! Yay!

Anyways, I have settled into Malibu, California and I must say that I do like it quite alot.
I've never lived in a place where I was truly happy to live because of the location, and I'm finally here. I'm content. I'm living in California, where the weather is mostly agreeable and the beach is literally in my view. My overwhelming feeling of satisfcation with my present location, however, stands in stark contrast to the lament in my heart. I have to say that I still miss all those people I love and care for in Houston. And as stupid and contrite as this sounds, I think my home is in Houston. I've never felt more connected to a city I generally dislike. And it's only because most of my best friends are there now. What I have realized in the past month and a half is that I think I might like Houston more than I ever thought. Actually, if the weather were like it is here in Malibu, I might be back in Houston right now.

Part of me thinks that is true, but another part of me disagrees. Over the past month, some people have kept in touch with me and I with them. But from others, I've received nothing. I wonder if they miss me at all. I miss them everyday, but I guess I should tell them more often. I use Facebook to try to talk to them, but they have lives too, I have to remember. And it generally sucks not being able to see them. (I do want to make it clear that I'm not angry or hurt at all...I just miss my old friends). I have to remember that they have our old friends, too. They have people to hang out with, to see movies with, to go to dinner with and people with whom it's okay to be completely comfortable. I'm not entirely sure what I'm trying to say anymore. I know I love it here, but I guess I would love it more if I could see my old friends more.

Okay...on to more pleasant business because I hate being a stick-in-the-mud! Law school--how is it going, you might ask. You didn't ask? Oh, well it's my blog, shut up. It's going alright, I think. I have a mid-term this week and then I leave for Washington D.C. for a few days! I'm so excited. I love Washington D.C. Eek!

And now I'm bored of writing this. I'll update more often from now on, hopefully.