Eclectic insomniatic recollections

Man, I wouldn't blame anyone for skipping any of these the entries. The first is a depressing pity party, the second is legal droning, and the third is unreadable gibberish! I apologize in advance. I'll get my act together soon, I promis.

My diet is not prepared for college. I don't eat carbs after five o'clock, but when I don't sleep, when do I get my first bowl of cereal? If I were getting up early to go somewhere, I would eat it now, I suppose.
I've lost ten pounds on my diet though, so I'm pleased with it overall. And that's even through a day at the fair where I went a little crazy. I was raised on the Iowa State Fair, or course, and I was always told it was the basically the best state fair in the whole wide world. Then it turns out that the Minnesota State Fair is even bigger by attendance! I consumed the following list of items (in order):
Mango milkshake from land o'lakes
Turkey leg from a barbecue tent
Deep fried cheeseburger
Deep fried macaroni and cheese
Stromboli filled with ham, onion, green pepper, and cheese
Deep fried cheese curds
Deep fried snickers
Deep fried Reese's

The winners were the Stromboli for quantity for price, cheese curds for best idea and deliciousness, and deep fried Reese's for novelty that was actually good.

There was an official drinking night on Thursday for my first year law class. They are cleverly called "bar review." Then last night was an official party for my class called 1L dis-orientation. I doubt I'd have fun if I went, but it sucks to see people walk into class laughing together about segmenting, knowing I'm not going to be quick to form bonds like they are.

The vuelta is going on this week in Spain. It's actually really interesting, especially if you're like me and like rooting for ancient Americans! In case you don't know, Chris Horner became the oldest guy to win a stage of grand tour and the oldest guy to lead the overall of a grand tour. Then he broke his own record a few days later with an astonishing performance, climbing away from the climbing specialists and putting a minute into his rivals. Unfortunately, he can't time trial, but he's still in it in fourth place. There are so many subplots in this race though! Tony Martin had what might be the single most impressive solo ride I've heard of during an early stage. In case you don't know, he is pretty unanimously considered the world's best time trials specialist, bit because there is only one time trial in the vuelta this year, he worked on his form by attacking by himself and going solo for the entire stage. The race coverage counted him out with about ten kilometers to go, but he was within a few seconds of taking the stage. They speculated that if Fabian Cancellara hadn't given chase, he might have don it. Cancellara is probably the second-best time trialist, though Bradley Wiggins might have a bit to say in the matter. Then came the time trial, and true to form Tony Martin led by over two minutes when he crossed the line. Cacellara was down over 30 seconds stthe first time check, but a wrinkle was thrown into the proceedings with a hill. Cacellara made up over a minute on Martin on the climb and stole the stage win! Other notable occurrences: Gilbert (reigning world champ) won his first race of the year, barely squeezing it in before the world championships around the corner. Nicholas Roche is having a breakout race, establishing himself as an overall contender. And some F1 race car dude bought a Spanish team.

Girls are weird. I'm sure almost everyone is willing to accept that at face value and move on, but let me elaborate just for fun. My close friend Sarah came back from the air force to visit last week and accompanied me to the fair. (those who know me are probably nodding their heads, saying they knew I wouldn't have gone to the fair entirely of my own volition) Sarah has been my friend since high school, and we have the ability to tell each other anything. After agreeing to that a long time ago in principle, it's gotten to the point where it's actually true in fact. It all started I suppose because of our fascination for each other and our mutual desire to have an outlet when things got rough. It wasn't immediate, but we both kept testing the limits of what stories the other person would find shocking, and we eventually ran out of stories before we ran out of tolerance. And now, because we feel like nothing we say to each other really has the power to shock the other person anymore, it comes a lot easier. Rebecca was always jealous of this connection. When Sarah's dad passed away last year, I made it my job to do anything I could to help her get through it, and seeing me care for someone like that wasn't easy on Rebecca, especially because we weren't sure where we stood after our relationship had taken its most recent hit (another stint with that teammate from before) and left us in limbo for quite a while. That is what it is. I'm not going to dwell on it here, but it was obviously hard for Rebecca to see me showing compassion for someone else at that point in time. That's not that weird. When I told Sarah recently how I was pretty sure my relationship with Rebecca wasn't going well, she mentioned how jealous SHE was of Rebecca and my relationship! She recalled specifically one time we went in to the restaurant she was working at and had a meal, and she thought the way we looked at each other was so profound (or something like that), and heartfelt that she almost couldn't take it (she had recently gotten out of a relationship at the time). So both of the girls were unhappy and jealous of what they thought the other had, and I was sitting there in the middle, almost clueless! Granted, I picked up on subtle things, and wasn't entirely surprised when they told me later, but in thinking back, it just makes so little sense. I was just trying to do what I could for each of them, and in doing so, I drove myself apart (at least somewhat) from them both.

Well, it's getting light out. I guess I'll try and take a nap to make my headache go away, and them get on with me day. I have a meeting with an advisor person today at their house (I have no idea why), and I'm still trying to figure out what impression I want to make.

Hopefully the disjointedness wasn't too awful. It's hard to tie things together when operating on half a brain. Thanks for reading!