Musings, Part 2

My Life's Soundtrack

Lately I've been thinking about how cool it would be to have a soundtrack to my life. I think this fantasy is a product of watching too much reality TV.

Sandwiches on Sunday

GWH and I left the house last Sunday at 12:30 in search of a sandwich. We had to drive all the way to campus, abandon one long line at Quizno's and finally settle for a Jimmy John's at 1:30. Why are all these places closed? Am I supposed to be in church? Perhaps I am supposed to eat pancakes following church. Are sandwiches not sanctioned by God?

Beer: It's Not What's for Happy Hour

I might be breaking up with beer. I know, I know, this is a sad, scary day indeed. Don't worry, I will continue to drink; otherwise, there would be no more content for the Dark Side of Drunk. It's just that beer feels heavy, calorie-laden, and I have to drink at least three to catch a buzz. And then I have to pee, like, right away. And if I'm at the Alamo Drafthouse or outside watching music, it sucks because then I have to miss part of the action.

It's Not Austin

I will most likely be headed to Houston this fall for law school. And it's vaguely reminiscent of my move to Lubbock, in that people are falling all over themselves to tell me how much Houston sucks, and how it's not Austin. REALLY? No kidding. Huh. I thought every place in Texas —nay, the United States —was just like Austin . Houston cannot be that bad. Remember, I've lived in Lubbock . I found things to like about it. I'm pretty sure that in a huge city like Houston , that's possible too. So, here's the deal: if you want to talk to me about how Houston sucks, I'm not listening. If you have something positive to say, click here.

-Shakira 03.23.07