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we fight we break up / we kiss we make up
May. 12th, 2011 03:01 pmIn these Troubled Times, the Siren and I have taken to having at least one meal together every day to keep each other going. (Well, I say that like I have any agency in the matter. Today I got a text - be in the law school parking lot in 13.5 min - and complied, submissively.)
The law school have taken to putting up signs - Law School Convocation ADA Access - and I am taking deep breaths and writing paragraph after paragraph of the worst academic writing I've ever produced and the days left are burning like touchpaper but we're still here.
Synecdoche:
the Siren: Want to go to Syracuse tomorrow?
Me: Sure, if I'm done with my paper - aren't you busy in the morning, anyway?
Siren: Yeah, I just have to write the Constitution of Southern Sudan and I'll be right with you.
--
the Siren [commenting on a law review article about government contracts we've both read]: And it's all about a continuum of this or that. The terms are a continuum, the regulations are on a continuum... I don't like continuums. I like binaries. [pause] That must be why I like that Katy Perry song.
Me: ....what?
Siren: You know, she's hot, then she's cold, she's yes, then she's no, she's up and she's down...
--
Siren: And we've still got that damn constitution to write... [Baby E] is doing the Bill of Rights.
Me: Wait, you're letting her do the Bill of Rights?
Siren: Yeah, in like, half a day, her mum's here. She's going to take out the substantive ones she doesn't like from the South African constitution.
Me: ....she's going to take out the substantive human rights she doesn't like?
Siren: Yeah. How's your salad?
--
Me [discussing my paper word-count]: Seven thousand for the take-home, six thousand each for the papers, mostly since Sunday...
the Siren: Iona. How many "buy-nine-get-your-tenth-free" CTB coffee cards have you filled since fall semester?
Me: six.
--
Words to go: 1550; hours left: 3: hours of sleep: 4; cups of coffee: 2.5. Oh, law school, why do you hurt me when I show you nothing but love.
The law school have taken to putting up signs - Law School Convocation ADA Access - and I am taking deep breaths and writing paragraph after paragraph of the worst academic writing I've ever produced and the days left are burning like touchpaper but we're still here.
Synecdoche:
the Siren: Want to go to Syracuse tomorrow?
Me: Sure, if I'm done with my paper - aren't you busy in the morning, anyway?
Siren: Yeah, I just have to write the Constitution of Southern Sudan and I'll be right with you.
--
the Siren [commenting on a law review article about government contracts we've both read]: And it's all about a continuum of this or that. The terms are a continuum, the regulations are on a continuum... I don't like continuums. I like binaries. [pause] That must be why I like that Katy Perry song.
Me: ....what?
Siren: You know, she's hot, then she's cold, she's yes, then she's no, she's up and she's down...
--
Siren: And we've still got that damn constitution to write... [Baby E] is doing the Bill of Rights.
Me: Wait, you're letting her do the Bill of Rights?
Siren: Yeah, in like, half a day, her mum's here. She's going to take out the substantive ones she doesn't like from the South African constitution.
Me: ....she's going to take out the substantive human rights she doesn't like?
Siren: Yeah. How's your salad?
--
Me [discussing my paper word-count]: Seven thousand for the take-home, six thousand each for the papers, mostly since Sunday...
the Siren: Iona. How many "buy-nine-get-your-tenth-free" CTB coffee cards have you filled since fall semester?
Me: six.
--
Words to go: 1550; hours left: 3: hours of sleep: 4; cups of coffee: 2.5. Oh, law school, why do you hurt me when I show you nothing but love.
