Monkeywrench

The most interesting part of today was that a fly tried to land on my eye. I am wearing glasses so that was some excellent maneuvering on the winged bastard's part.

I've had quite an unproductive day today. I was counting on September 23, 2009 to be an excruciatingly productive day where I would do six practice LSAT tests, but so far I have done one practice test, and too distracted to continue working on another. I spent the better half of the afternoon looking for sublets in Brooklyn and actually looking for employment, both activities I did not expect. My non-existent roommate threw a monkeywrench by informing me that a fifty-something surgeon is moving in to one of the empty bedrooms tomorrow -- he apparently picked a new roommate without informing me, let alone telling me his name. I was incredibly pissed, and launched on a quest to find a new residence which is throwing off my plan of moving out end of November/December and putting my possessions into storage while I figure out whether to stay in New York or run towards the bohemian bum life in Berlin. This is another straw over the stolen foie gras incident (which I wasn't reimbursed as promised) and his constant insistence that a refrigerator that is six inches too wide for the cubby space in the wall does and will fit. I've spent enough hours playing Tetris to know if something may or will not fit.

Realizing that most apartments would probably want a guarantee of income, I looked for job openings and found quite a few, but to be honest, I enjoy not working. The last nine months have been quite fantastic, and as I still haven't tapped my savings yet, I'm not concerned... though a potential/future landlord/roommate might be. I called Captain Sparkle who is waiting to hike the wealthy echelons of San Francisco, and justified my having a beer before 3 PM with a rambling rant about the unacceptable living situation.

I've been going to bed around 3/4 AM and waking up four hours later this week to try and cram some studying in, but I'm waving the white flag as I doubt I'll miraculously gain new logic skills and understanding in time for Saturday's exam. And to be honest, I like the prospect of law -- but I don't love it. I don't want to go to an extremely competitive and expensive law school and come out with too much debt that will effectively chain me into working grueling rat race hours in Big Law. I'm thinking of a public school with reasonable tuition (and where I will qualify for in-state rates by 2L and 3L, if not 1L if I go to SUNY-Buffalo Law) where I can get my JD at minimal cost and work for an art organization or start my own.

I already went through the machinery of renown names when I went to Central Saint Martins in London... and to this day I'm still amazed I got a non-ironic applause for attending it at a party back in the day. And come to think of it, I had no idea why I was there except that it was pretty much obligatory for anyone who wanted to be in fashion or design -- and I was much too young, more disenchanted than sober and promptly fell of the treadmill. I dread the same occurrence in law school, but I have calmed down and matured quite a bit in the last three years -- and realizes that for some bizarre reason, New York City calms me down. My chaotic trip to London this summer reinforced the effect this city has on me -- I have a love hate relationship with NY -- but it does calm me down in a way that no other city, well perhaps Stockholm, does. So right now I'm putting an extra chip on the pile for staying in New York, though I will see how the rest of fall plays out and whether it's going to drive me to the carefree arms of Berlin this winter. At least I no longer worry about myself not knowing and am looking forward to finding out where I land.