Whirlwind Half Week.

This Wednesday, I decided I'm going to try to become a morning person, I really am. So I got up at 6 a.m. that day. However, the action which gives you the ability to get up early is going to bed early. I went to bed at midnight the night before, probably fell asleep at 12:30 a.m.
What does this all mean?
I was dragging all day. But, the time I had in the morning was really productive. I'm determined to make the switch from being a night person. It could just make law school a little rougher.

An exciting moment on Wednesday: I WENT SWIMMING.
I found a pool at the local YMCA, and I went ahead and got a membership. I figured if I'm actually having to pay for it, I'll go.
So I went and swam. It was only a mile, but I felt amazing after I got out of the pool, and I slept like a champ that night.
I was also sore the next morning, but that's always a good feeling.

I slogged through the rest of the week, and then Friday left Sacramento for Bakersfield to visit T, a friend from UA.
I took a train down, and while it added about an hour and a half to my travels, you can't beat the experience of a train.
For instance, because I'm not personally driving my car, I save a significant amount of gas, as well as having the ability to do homework, capatilizing on my drive time.
Also, trains are so social. I ended up sitting next to an array of undergrads from the whole length of California. They were talking about their experiences in the dorms, and I couldn't help but think about how my dorm experience seemed so long ago. It was great to listen to their stories, laugh at the ridiculousness of being a sophomore in college, and I had a great time.
The conductors are hilarious. The stops we have passed so far are "the wild, the woody village of Wasco, the capital of roses," "The colossess of Corcoran," "the party hamlet of Hanford," and "the fabulous, frothy city of Fresno, ranked number two in the nation."
Finally, you get to see everything that happens goes by when you're on a train, instead of staring at the asphalt the whole time.

Grapes!

The train also has WiFi, which allows me to type this post and procrastinate reading as I travel home.

I had an awesome weekend in Bakersfield. I haven't seen T in a while, and Bakersfield was a good place to just hang out and do nothing of consequence.
Awesome relaxation weekend.
Friday night we got Mexican food at Mexicali's, simply because I haven't had Mexican food since I moved out to California. I think I might be going into withdrawals. Later, we just watched movies and hung out.
Saturday we went to lunch at Lengthwise. This is exactly the type of place I love. It's funky, it's original, and it's delicious. My dad always makes fun of me that all I do is eat, and points to the fact that I'm always talking about food on my blogs. Well, I guess you're right, dad. :)
Later, T gave me a tour of the oil fields where he works. He oversees the safety of Chevron's well crews. When he would talk about how hard it was to find a single crew in a field, I was picturing a big field with one or two wells. Nope, the amount of wells pumping out there is INSANE. They in the middle of parking lots, on the tops of mountains, and by the side of the road. And there's all of the pipes. It's nuts.

And also very interesting. These machines range in size, from giants to little baby ones (the tiny ones are my favorite). They're also very dangerous. T was telling me about all of the accidents, and it's mind-boggling. All of the stories seem like freak accidents, but something happens all the time.

I would describe this as a medium one. 

I now completely understand why T get frustrated when he has to find a two man crew in an F-150 that is in the middle of the forest of wells.
That night we grilled at T's parents' house (I know that's rough grammatically) while we watched the Arizona game. All I have to say is it could be a long season, but I love my Cats anyways.
This morning we got breakfast at Buck Owen's Crystal Palace. The buffet was awesome; they had waffles and omelettes and normal breakfast food and fried chicken. The atmosphere is so unique; the walls are covered in country music memorabilia and a slideshow rotated through pictures of country stars that had played there. I'd love to go to a concert there. It's small and interesting, and it's dance floor looks enticing.
We spent the rest of the day hanging out; I did some reading and T did some work stuff. He dropped me off at the train, and away I went.
Now, it seems that my torts book is calling to me.
I really wish it wouldn't do that.