Limericks, poor quality of

I was flipping through the index of my Glannon's civ pro guide, and came across the above quote. He starts each chapter with an original, legal limerick, and in the introduction he apologized for their poor quality. It's nice that the guy has a sense of humor - it made going through the guide a lot easier. Civil Procedure is the only class I "stooped" to using commercial outlines for - but man was it helpful! I feel pretty good about that final, actually. I've felt good about all the finals, but I think I may have managed an A in Civ Pro, because it seems like many many people had a really hard time with that one, so the curve should help me out.

And now I'm just procrastinating from any further studying by writing in my blog and watching Anna and the King. But I suppose I'm going to have to study before too much longer . . .

If it's a musical shouldn't people be able to sing?

So Con law went okay, and it's on to studying for Torts. But for my study break tonight, I decided to rent Grease 2. Yes, Grease 2. It's in the "cult classics" section of Collegetown videos, and is one of the few VHS tapes they have left (they got rid of most of them and just have DVDs). It's one of those movies that proves you should never trust my judgment on movies, because I like good and bad movies equally. ;-) But while I always knew it was a bad movie, I don't think I appreciated just how bad until tonight. For some reason the numerous previous times I watched it, it escaped me that half the characters *can't sing*!! Yikes! Why would you hire a chick to play a Pink Lady in Grease when she couldn't sing?? But nevertheless I still enjoyed it. Granted, I was laughing at a few points where I was supposed to be crying, or at least feeling sympathetic. But hey, that's what I'm looking for in a study break, right? A few good laughs.

I know the original Grease backwards and forwards . . . almost anyway. I was in my high school's musicals every year, and one year, to keep the cast occupied while we weren't onstage, they had Grease playing back in the classroom just off backstage. We played it every night - so much so in fact that we knew when it was time to head to the wings based on what part of Grease we were at. I'm not sure when I saw Grease 2 for the first time, but it definitely doesn't live up to the original in terms of actually quality.

Grease 2 is the reverse story - instead of the bad boy-good girl story of Grease, it's the bad girl good-boy story . . . and strangely, I kind of like it better than Grease, story wise anyway . . . I suppose that's not surprising. Besides, it has motorcylces. In fact motorcycles are a very important part of it.

But let's face it - the real reason why I like this movie so much is that the leading guy is SO DAMN HOT. I mean, we're talking my ideal guy here! He's hot, he's got a cool accent, he's hot, he's smart and really one of the nice guys, but to impress the chic he dresses up in leather and does cool motorcylce stunts. oooh, my dream man! He made my motorcycle page, in fact:

http://www.people.cornell.edu/pages/cs234/motorcycles.html
And look, there's even a fan site . . .
http://www.grease2.net/

The picture in the top of this blog is really the best of Michael Carrington, unfortunately I couldn't make it bigger. He didn't age well though I'm afraid. I looked up the actor one time (carrington is the charater's names - I don't care much about actors mostly just their characters) and saw a recent picture of him. No Sean Connery. But damn, he's fine in that movie. Okay and a final shot . . . pardon Michelle Pfeifer's slutty look . . . credit to the above site.

I walked in the door to my apartment tonight and gave a big contented sigh of "ah, I'm home." And then I thought - wow, that's the first time in awhile I've felt at home again, anywhere, really. I lived in 6 different places in the past 2 years . . . even my parent's house doesn't feel like "home" in the current sense anymore. So it was a bit of a thrill to realize I finally feel like I have a place to be home, again.

It probably helps that Rob and I put up my Christmas tree this weekend. It's a six foot fake tree, and a little worse for the wear of being stuffed in boxes and trucked all over and reassembled - this is the third year I've had it up. But when the rest of the lights are out and it's just the tree it's beautiful - I have only shiny balls on the tree and the most beautiful glass birds on the tree, and they gleam in reflection of the lights on the tree. And I really really like my tree topper - a beautiful angel in a full cranberry red dress. There aren't many ornaments - other than purple and gold ball and the glass hummingbirds, I have one golden glittery star Rob bought me from Mystic Seaport. But it's a beautiful tree.

I bought an advent wreath this year too, which is a nice touch to the season, I think. I'm planning on being in this apartment for at least two years, so I've been a bit more willing to actually buy things for the place, like some fluffy comfy pillows for the futon. The apartment came w/ most of the furniture I need, but there are a few odds and ends I'd like to add, although figuring out where to put them my be hard: a coat rack, and some glass display shelves for the Norman Rockwell plates my sister Kate gave me several Christmas's ago that I have never yet been able to display.

It's so great to have my own place - it's decorated very "me". I finally pulled out the colored wax shadow puppet I bought in China and found a way to display it - AC Moore had frames that are basically two clear pieces of plastic with a black frame around it, "floating frames" I think they call them, so I can put a light behind the puppet when I want to show it off. My tapestries are on the wall, as well as one really aweome picture I took at the Forbidden City and an embrodered painting I bought in a flea market that's really classy, surprisingly. The book shelves are full of my old books from my poli sci classes, and also with all my fiction books from home (the ones I felt like keeping that is), which I finally moved out of my parents house. And I have pictures up on the table and the TV and the shelves. And a magnetic dart board. :-) As usual, my living space is an outward expression of me.

Interestingly enough, my bedroom is pretty sparse. I used to spend so much time decorating my bedroom - but really I spend very little time back there, and I host people in the living room, and I do my work in the living room - basically I live in the living room and sleep in the bedroom. The way it's supposed to be! And the kitchen is set up for me - all the important stuff at Cecelia-accessible heights. :-)

Rob even likes the place, which is saying quite a lot. We had a really good weekend this weekend - went to Hai Hong for dinner, went dancing, had bubble tea w/ Darrick and El, had some "us" time, put up the tree . . . really it almost couldn't be improved. It was the second time we've gone out w/ Darrick and El; the first time was bowling and Rob had a headache and so he barely spoke three sentences the whole night, but Saturday he was feeling fine and was quite sociable; he really liked Darrick and enjoyed the night, which made me really happy. It's one of those things - two girls may be close friends, but when they can go out as couples, it's so much better . . . as El said once, when you're in a relationship it's not always about who you get along w/ one on one but what couple works well with your couple. I'm enjoying playing the hostess at my apartment a lot; I think I may invite them over next weekend too, if they're free.

But I've rambled on about how much I love apartment quite enough. I really would love to host out of towners, although I'll have to find some extra padding for the futon because unfortunately it's a pretty wussy pad. My butt hurts from sitting here typing this. ;-) But I will say, it's a good thing that I told Jason he couldn't come down this weekend as we'd been planning, since he has a date for a Christmas dance that he couldn't have said yes to otherwise. :-)

Everything works out the way it's supposed to, right? I'm feeling very optimistic.