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Yesterday was the best day ever.

(Me finally realizing a dream and learning how to snowboard!  It was hard to leave the comfort of skis behind — and hard to leave the comfort of my behind behind as I fell on it about four hundred times — but it was so worth it.)

(Jeremy Lin’s SICK DUNK.)

(AUSTIN RIVERS AND A DUKE WIN AT CAROLINA!!)

Moved back to Blogger.

I finally decided to make the move from Tumblr back to Blogger today.  I like Tumblr a lot, especially the neat layouts (so much better than Blogger!) and the ease of posting in different formats, but I am not a huge fan of some of the more “social media” features, like reblogging, etc.  I also feel like my blog has undergone some growing in the last year or so, and some of these longer, more reflective posts seemed less fitting for the bite-sized nature of Tumblr.  So there is my new incarnation.  (Also, I wanted non-Tumblr friends to be able to comment if they wanted — not that I have delusions about having any kind of readership!)  I think I’ll probably keep my Tumblr for some of my shorter posts, or maybe post to both; I haven’t quite decided yet.  But I just moved all my longer posts over to Blogspot, so the move is official!

Yay!

More adventures as a dog-walker.

(A standard group — this is Lucian the Weimaraner, Merlin the Catahoula mix, Chelly the Dalmatian, Rory the something, Yogi the Aussie shepherd who always has bloodshot eyes because his parents are huge potheads, and Bobo the Boston terrier.)

So there are some pretty general reactions that you get while you are dog-walking.  Some people give you an eager I-love-dogs smile (or a shit-eating grin, from those people who you can tell are huge dog-lovers).  Some exude palpable relief that you got your ten million dogs out of the way so that they can pass you on the sidewalk.  Some have no reactions at all.  And some get really pissed.  Like today I actually got a stank eye from a woman who seemed like she thought I was about to sic my six (tiny) dogs on her if she wasn’t careful.

Those are all pretty uneventful, like I smile back or keep walking or consider killing evil dog-haters but do nothing.  But what I really can’t deal with for some reason is comments from people.  It’s all good comments!  But I just get into awkward mode and can’t ever think of a nice, pleasant thing to say back.  Instead I just laugh really weirdly and stare at the dogs, who wonder why they have more people skills than me when they are not even people.  Why?!  Each time it is the awkward laugh.  Examples:

Nice Pedestrian: “That’s quite a posse you have there!”
Me: “Haha…ha!”

Nice Pedestrian: “Are they always so well-behaved?” (often accompanied by a wink)
Me: “Haha…ha!”

Nice Pedestrian: “Wow, full house, huh?”
Me: “Haha..ha!”

And so on and so forth.  Sometimes, if the question is really easy and obvious (i.e. “Are those all yours?!” or if the answer is “yes” or “no” or “six”) I can manage.  But usually it’s just the awkward laugh.

I just don’t know.

Anyway, it’s a good thing my job is not to bring in business.

On a really exciting note, we got WORK SWAG TODAY!  CHECK THIS SH*T OUT GUYS:

(Hi, my name is Cynthia and I answer only very simple questions!  Otherwise all I can do is laugh because I am vapid!)

(DOGWALKER.)

(Hello sick work hoodie!  I think I’m so cool.)

Best. Ever.  I don’t think I’ve ever going to wear anything else.

Also, I keep meaning to do a comprehensive post with various pictures of the mayhem that is Beantown Bed & Biscuit, but I’ve accumulated yet another pile of pictures on the Etch-a-Sketch Blackberry (I never learn; why don’t I carry a camera?) that I will need to painstakingly send to my computer at some point.  First world problems.

2L Life.

Today, it is a glorious 56 degrees out (in Cambridge! In January! Where am I?)  I left the house, already late for class, realized how beautiful it was, went back inside to get my sunglasses, walked really slow, and was even more late for class.

Only as a 2L would I be late for class only so that I could wear sunglasses for a 5-minute walk outside.  My priorities are in line.

Not the same day (this was in November) but basically the same weather — and I am actually wearing the same thing today.   Sometimes I think I am kind of just various slight variations on the same unoriginal theme.

Hello.

So it turns out that there was this thing, that I used to write in sometimes … Oops.  For the last two (three?) months I’ve kept meaning to update this and kept (obviously) not doing it, but I’m back!  Many posts to come, hopefully, which will bring this up to date, roughly speaking.

For now, an overview:

So at the end of October, I got this job, taking care of dogs … Yeah, that happened.  I don’t really know how.  But basically it is the best job in the world — we hang out and they sit on me and smile and wag and you know, love unconditionally.  Here are some of them chilling in the daycare center.  Since becoming gainfully employed, I have walked many dogs (six at once nbd!) and have scooped quite a lot of poop and also now constantly fight the urge to tell all my (human) friends to sit, stay, and no-bark.

Over break, I went skiing with my family in Utah.  Here is me occupying Wall Street!

And that is my brother (in blue) leading me to a sure and swift death, while I document the end of my days.  (Buried in Louis, I’m talking all brown linen…)  Actually, it was pretty sick.

Also, my brother ran into a tree and had to get three stitches put in, but more on this later.

Other than these things, I’ve just been having a pretty chill 2L year, hanging out a lot and having a lot of fun — can’t really ask for much more than that.  The dog job keeps me in Boston on weekends, which is a little tough because I can’t gallivant off to New York anymore, but I do really enjoy it and it’s nice to have a little bit of money.  So yes!  I’m alive!

Columbus Day Weekend Staycation!

Technically, it wasn’t totally a “staycation” since I actually went to New York, but I am loosely construing the term.  Anyway, it was wonderful, with gorgeous weather and amazing people — I wouldn’t have changed a thing (except maybe to see srutipebbles a little bit more!).  Here goes!

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