Since my final is in 4 hours, I thought I'd use this opportunity to tell a story, as opposed to fully understand the constitutionality of independent agencies. Oh, did I mention I don't know my anonymous test taking number yet? The dean will be pleased that I waited the last minute to retrieve it.
Anyway, what's more awkward than the time your mom decided that she would explain to you what a "period" was only about 2 years after you already knew? My mom found 3rd grade to be my year-- despite my completely underdeveloped nature and complete and express disdain for "mother-daughter talks"- yes, even at age 8. I hate that sh*t.
So it was bedtime and my little brother (6 at the time?) was running around in his pajamas, I'm in mine, baths and showers have been had. My mom, visibly nervous (vomit), says, "M, I want to talk to you about something." I immediately knew that this was the dreaded moment. I couldn't believe she was doing this to me. I can't remember the precise details but it was something like, 'Something happens to girls & its called your period.' Real elementary. I mean, is this lady for real? I feigned complete disinterest-- playing with things on my nightstand, reading books, etc...--- only to mask my utter horror. She then became frustrated with me (God Bless the emotion of frustration!) & muttered, "I knew you were too young for this."
Oh, did I mention that my little brother became immediately envious that we were having a "secret" convo? So to get him to leave, my mom told him that they would have a secret talk right afterwards. During the entire duration of our "talk," he was laying outside my bedroom door yelling, 'Mom! What are we gonna talk about in our secret talk!' over and over again. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to be him-- oblivious & male.
This memory still turns my stomach. I have since yelled at her for putting me through it. She defends herself by saying, 'How was I supposed to know you knew already!??' I accused her of just trying to have a moment with me and that I should've called the police. She informed me that I am ridiculous.
Perhaps this entire story is a testament to my continuing immaturity. Or a testament to my mom's lack of boundary issues. Or my boundary issues. I dunno- but somebody invaded my boundaries.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
Halloween
I'm sure that I've expressed my disdain for Halloween in the past. While I do love carving pumpkins & watching Halloween parades, the whole dressing up things eludes me. I enjoy dressing up for everything else: weddings, dinner, New Year's, Christmas, the grocery store. But not this.
Perhaps it was my 2nd grade costume. My mom decided that I would be a clown and purchased me a clown suit, a big red fake nose, a wig, all the necessary make-up. When all was said and done, I looked ridiculous. I never smiled as my mom put make up around my lips & the plastic nose never stayed in place.
Or my 6th grade costume- a witch for the 5 yr in a row. But I also wanted to wear glitter. so I had this tube of glitter and created a "star" on 1 cheek and a blob of nothing on the other. I remember feeling like I wish I didn't apply that silver glitter for the rest of the day.
Or when we did the whole Josie & the Pussycats thing Soph yr of college. That was definitely more fun than the clown gig, but waking up with thick make up smeared all over your face and a "tail" pinned to your thong in someone else's bed is not my idea of a dream come true.
The cold weather contributed to my hatred for my 2nd cat costume. I went for the slutty cat look my 1st year of law school. That was fun except that I was wearing new super uncomfortable heels & fishnets & a skirt suitable for a whore-- and it was like snowing. And J was like walking 100mph saying, 'Hey! Ya shoulda worn jeans and sneakers like me and you wouldn't be in this mess! YOU are the one who wanted to wear a string bikini and stilettos!' It was then that I knew it was love. :)
I liked my gangster outfit in 2005 except I decided to get a fake plastic gun to carry with me all night. Props & me don't mix. I kept trying to leave it places at the party (coat room, next to the keg, etc...) but inevitably I would hear, "M!!!!!!!!!!!!! You lost your gun!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here it is!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!." and I would thank them & try to re-lose it.
My favorite of all time was when I was a gypsy in 3rd grade. It looked totally cute. It was before I hit that harsh awkward phase & I had long hair, wore it in a bandana, wore a white blouse and a full totally cool gypsy skirt that was my mom's from the '60s. And sneakers. And some sort of fur coat. (?) You get the point- I was warm & happy- which is more than I can say for the rest of my Halloweens.
Perhaps it was my 2nd grade costume. My mom decided that I would be a clown and purchased me a clown suit, a big red fake nose, a wig, all the necessary make-up. When all was said and done, I looked ridiculous. I never smiled as my mom put make up around my lips & the plastic nose never stayed in place.
Or my 6th grade costume- a witch for the 5 yr in a row. But I also wanted to wear glitter. so I had this tube of glitter and created a "star" on 1 cheek and a blob of nothing on the other. I remember feeling like I wish I didn't apply that silver glitter for the rest of the day.
Or when we did the whole Josie & the Pussycats thing Soph yr of college. That was definitely more fun than the clown gig, but waking up with thick make up smeared all over your face and a "tail" pinned to your thong in someone else's bed is not my idea of a dream come true.
The cold weather contributed to my hatred for my 2nd cat costume. I went for the slutty cat look my 1st year of law school. That was fun except that I was wearing new super uncomfortable heels & fishnets & a skirt suitable for a whore-- and it was like snowing. And J was like walking 100mph saying, 'Hey! Ya shoulda worn jeans and sneakers like me and you wouldn't be in this mess! YOU are the one who wanted to wear a string bikini and stilettos!' It was then that I knew it was love. :)
I liked my gangster outfit in 2005 except I decided to get a fake plastic gun to carry with me all night. Props & me don't mix. I kept trying to leave it places at the party (coat room, next to the keg, etc...) but inevitably I would hear, "M!!!!!!!!!!!!! You lost your gun!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here it is!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!." and I would thank them & try to re-lose it.
My favorite of all time was when I was a gypsy in 3rd grade. It looked totally cute. It was before I hit that harsh awkward phase & I had long hair, wore it in a bandana, wore a white blouse and a full totally cool gypsy skirt that was my mom's from the '60s. And sneakers. And some sort of fur coat. (?) You get the point- I was warm & happy- which is more than I can say for the rest of my Halloweens.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Wills
Last night at dinner (a crowded restaurant), J & I were discussing the importance of leaving money for your offspring after you die. He feels that this is important. I feel like if your kids are grown, they'll be fine (you can cover your funeral expenses to be nice).
Then he said, 'Think about Lucy & Hannah, if we die, wouldn't you want to leave them with something?' And I burst into tears.
Then he said, 'Think about Lucy & Hannah, if we die, wouldn't you want to leave them with something?' And I burst into tears.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Bea
I suppose that I shouldn't be drunk. Because I have finals. But after my 12th hour of outlining (last minute, naturally) I decided "f*ck it" & got drunk. So when I'm laid off/fired--- remind me of today. Or not.
Anyway, I wanted to give a shout out to Bea Arthur.
I spent a great deal of my childhood eating my bedtime snack (usually an ice cream sundae) in front of the TV watching the Golden Girls right before empty nest. Dorothy was always my favorite (even before Sophia). To this day I derive such comfort from watching that TV show. I watched it at my Gma/Gpa's house in my nightgown, at my dad's house, at my mom's house, at college, in high school. Always. I don't remember my life without it. (Note: J hates it. Whatevs)
Either way, this inspired me to see her "show" w 2 of the best friends I've ever had- we drank too much whiskey beforehand and, much to our dismay, we had like front row seats. We ended up laughing the whole time, not because it was funny, but because of how much it sucked. And we were drunk. And in the middle of 80 year olds-- which only made us laugh that much harder. Unfortunately for everyone else-- I had to pee mid-way through the show. So we laughed even harder when I personally ruined everyone else's time. Sigh.. the joys of being myself... err.. self-centered... err.. clueless... err drunk. whatever. Great time. I then recall meeting my college rmmate N*t, because the show was in her hometown. Did she drive us home? No clue. I know she did us some kind of favor, because she was there & we were all black out drunk.
Even though I remain the same irresponsible, drunken individual, I appreciate the added recklessness that Bea afforded me during those formative underage-drinking filled years. I value the laughs of yore- because those same laughs make me laugh today. And the cozy comfort of my pajamas & my bedtime snack of yore still fill me with comfort- as I remember how much I treasured being awake & watching TV before I was told it was bedtime and was forced to lay in the pitch black dark petrified of ghosts & bloody mary that anxiously waited for the opportunity scare the sh*t outta me when I snuck that inevitable peek at the dark, scary mirror from behind my comforter.
Anyway, Rest in Peace, Bea. Thanks for the memories.
Anyway, I wanted to give a shout out to Bea Arthur.
I spent a great deal of my childhood eating my bedtime snack (usually an ice cream sundae) in front of the TV watching the Golden Girls right before empty nest. Dorothy was always my favorite (even before Sophia). To this day I derive such comfort from watching that TV show. I watched it at my Gma/Gpa's house in my nightgown, at my dad's house, at my mom's house, at college, in high school. Always. I don't remember my life without it. (Note: J hates it. Whatevs)
Either way, this inspired me to see her "show" w 2 of the best friends I've ever had- we drank too much whiskey beforehand and, much to our dismay, we had like front row seats. We ended up laughing the whole time, not because it was funny, but because of how much it sucked. And we were drunk. And in the middle of 80 year olds-- which only made us laugh that much harder. Unfortunately for everyone else-- I had to pee mid-way through the show. So we laughed even harder when I personally ruined everyone else's time. Sigh.. the joys of being myself... err.. self-centered... err.. clueless... err drunk. whatever. Great time. I then recall meeting my college rmmate N*t, because the show was in her hometown. Did she drive us home? No clue. I know she did us some kind of favor, because she was there & we were all black out drunk.
Even though I remain the same irresponsible, drunken individual, I appreciate the added recklessness that Bea afforded me during those formative underage-drinking filled years. I value the laughs of yore- because those same laughs make me laugh today. And the cozy comfort of my pajamas & my bedtime snack of yore still fill me with comfort- as I remember how much I treasured being awake & watching TV before I was told it was bedtime and was forced to lay in the pitch black dark petrified of ghosts & bloody mary that anxiously waited for the opportunity scare the sh*t outta me when I snuck that inevitable peek at the dark, scary mirror from behind my comforter.
Anyway, Rest in Peace, Bea. Thanks for the memories.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Last Day of School
While I still have 4 finals to look forward to, today is my very last day of law school classes for the rest of my life (assuming I don't fail those finals).
Overall, I can confidently say that law school is the worst. (2nd only to working for Peggster & making 18K annually- bc I "make" even more than that on student loans........... that I get to spend the next 30 years paying off), but I digress.
For lack of a better update, I'll briefly list a few things I learned in law school:
1. NEVER admit your guilt.
2. An internet addiction can be more distracting than alcoholism-- because at least you can study & drink at the same time (I've spent many a night, outlining with a glass of wine or a beer in hand).
3. Most law students are normal people, but 25% of them are complete nerds (maybe more, depending on your definition) & the other 25% are complete douchebags schmoozers (I hope this 25% is declining).
4. You do NOT want that uber-prestigious law job-- unless you want to work from 8am -midnight every single day including weekends. While its probably fun to tell your classmates that you're so smart you work at [fill in name of firm that pays a ton of money], the reality of it is not so prestigious. Although, a work-home balance may not be what all law students are looking for.
5. Lawyers are in general not that impressive. Anyone can go to law school... but you'd probably have a better time just going back & getting a bachelor's in Engineering/Nursing/Accounting.
Ok, I'm done. Enough of this boring stuff. J gets furious at me for hating on law school. But, what can I say? I hate it! He thinks its a solid career move, etc... I think that there's gotta be an easier way....
Overall, I can confidently say that law school is the worst. (2nd only to working for Peggster & making 18K annually- bc I "make" even more than that on student loans........... that I get to spend the next 30 years paying off), but I digress.
For lack of a better update, I'll briefly list a few things I learned in law school:
1. NEVER admit your guilt.
2. An internet addiction can be more distracting than alcoholism-- because at least you can study & drink at the same time (I've spent many a night, outlining with a glass of wine or a beer in hand).
3. Most law students are normal people, but 25% of them are complete nerds (maybe more, depending on your definition) & the other 25% are complete douchebags schmoozers (I hope this 25% is declining).
4. You do NOT want that uber-prestigious law job-- unless you want to work from 8am -midnight every single day including weekends. While its probably fun to tell your classmates that you're so smart you work at [fill in name of firm that pays a ton of money], the reality of it is not so prestigious. Although, a work-home balance may not be what all law students are looking for.
5. Lawyers are in general not that impressive. Anyone can go to law school... but you'd probably have a better time just going back & getting a bachelor's in Engineering/Nursing/Accounting.
Ok, I'm done. Enough of this boring stuff. J gets furious at me for hating on law school. But, what can I say? I hate it! He thinks its a solid career move, etc... I think that there's gotta be an easier way....
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Adoption
I decided that I would like to adopt an Ethiopian. I broached the topic with J last night & he laughed at me. It kind of sucked because I even picked out which adoption agency we would use. I gave a TON of thought to which country we should adopt from & I research everything thoroughly (umm................while sitting in class for 5 hours... now I will fail-- but I will be the mother of an Ethiopian child). I explained that the child wouldn't even arrive for 2 years. I know he's not averse to the idea of adoption (we've discussed this before) but I think I brought this up too soon after suggesting that we purchase a hamster. He told me I have an obsession with adding living things to our family. I hate to admit it, but I feel like this is true. And a little part of me is concerned that once the child arrives I will be ready to adopt another one. I'm unconvinced that this is a bad thing, though.
I'm going to wait a few more weeks and present it to him in a more organized fashion.
I'm going to wait a few more weeks and present it to him in a more organized fashion.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Quick Update
Ok, Hi, this has to be quick since I have 2 papers due tomorrow and 4 pending exams (like every other student out there). And I cannot fathom having all of this done in 3 weeks.
Umm updates... hmm.... I started taking calcium supplements (those calcitrate things)- I'll probably end up OD'ing on it because they're fudge brownie flavored & I've eaten way more than two per day.
Secondly, umm.... J & I took the mother in law out to lunch. We fought about "mean girls." She argued that Jim's sister Libby was always extraordinarily kind to everyone. I didn't know how to break it to her that she was a bitch to me at Easter, so I simply said, "YEAH RIGHT!" Luckily ole' Jimbo was on my side. Then she told me that SHE was always extraordinarily kind as a young girl. I told her my mother says the same thing about her self and that I will therefore take her statement with a grain of salt.
I openly admitted to being a huge b*tch as a young girl. I think most girls had moments they recall-- where they wonder why they would ever be so catty.
Umm updates... hmm.... I started taking calcium supplements (those calcitrate things)- I'll probably end up OD'ing on it because they're fudge brownie flavored & I've eaten way more than two per day.
Secondly, umm.... J & I took the mother in law out to lunch. We fought about "mean girls." She argued that Jim's sister Libby was always extraordinarily kind to everyone. I didn't know how to break it to her that she was a bitch to me at Easter, so I simply said, "YEAH RIGHT!" Luckily ole' Jimbo was on my side. Then she told me that SHE was always extraordinarily kind as a young girl. I told her my mother says the same thing about her self and that I will therefore take her statement with a grain of salt.
I openly admitted to being a huge b*tch as a young girl. I think most girls had moments they recall-- where they wonder why they would ever be so catty.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
Neighborly Update
I guess you can say things are a tad less awkward with the neighbors-- if you want to call coming home looking & feeling like Mickey Rourke with cramps & an almost clear bag containing Midol Extended Relief & super absorbancy tampons only to discover the neighbors outside ready to socialize. The commute from the city was over an hour & I surrendered. I acted like myself and asked overly personal questions (Example: How has your job as a hospice social worker affected your view of death? I'm gonna go ahead and say this is a little deep for our 2nd conversation.... but she caught me at a weak moment).
They didn't mention anything about the party we threw on Saturday night, which is good- because throwing parties truly just isn't our style. And I would be very surprised if it happened again.
He also used the word "sh*t-hole" which I take as a good sign. They curse. Alas, a common ground. What more can you ask for?
They didn't mention anything about the party we threw on Saturday night, which is good- because throwing parties truly just isn't our style. And I would be very surprised if it happened again.
He also used the word "sh*t-hole" which I take as a good sign. They curse. Alas, a common ground. What more can you ask for?
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Yawn
Disregard the 2 huge zits on my chin (What can I say? I've apparently fallen victim to both teenage & adult acne..). This is a picture of my and my Hannah-Bear on her 2nd day at home.
I got my bar application handed in, did a few hours of homework, and then made myself a cocktail while watching Intervention. Does anyone else feel guilty as they drink and watch Intervention? Oddly, I don't. If anything, these people make me feel like an extraordinarily high functioning alcoholic. Which works for me!
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Easter Hangover
The only thing worse than my annual Easter hangover (always unplanned, yet extraordinarily predictable)- is watching GOLF with my annual Easter hangover.
My mom told us to get to my aunt's at 1:30. We didn't eat until 6:00! And we watched golf the ENTIRE TIME! I tried to banter on with my aunt & cousin in the kitchen to make my reality less painful, but I ended up doing the hangover ramble-- in which I realize mid-sentence that I'm not making sense & everyone is staring at me. So I grabbed myself a beer.
I felt a little better after the beer, so I downed a chocolate bunny and a Glamour mag & set to the corner of the house for a little R&R.
But the step-dad was already passed out on the couch. Nice.
So I headed back to golf room to read there. My mom was trying to be social (which is perfectly acceptable) & was peering over my shoulder commenting on whatever Glamour page I happened to be on.... well, I was turned to 'How to Have an Even Better Orgasm.' Nice. To make matters worse, I really wanted to read it.
Now, I may never know....
My mom told us to get to my aunt's at 1:30. We didn't eat until 6:00! And we watched golf the ENTIRE TIME! I tried to banter on with my aunt & cousin in the kitchen to make my reality less painful, but I ended up doing the hangover ramble-- in which I realize mid-sentence that I'm not making sense & everyone is staring at me. So I grabbed myself a beer.
I felt a little better after the beer, so I downed a chocolate bunny and a Glamour mag & set to the corner of the house for a little R&R.
But the step-dad was already passed out on the couch. Nice.
So I headed back to golf room to read there. My mom was trying to be social (which is perfectly acceptable) & was peering over my shoulder commenting on whatever Glamour page I happened to be on.... well, I was turned to 'How to Have an Even Better Orgasm.' Nice. To make matters worse, I really wanted to read it.
Now, I may never know....
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Some Things I'm Unhappy About
Today I found out that my firm delayed my class's start date.
Blank.
Obviously, I'm bummed. This throws a huge wrench in my plans. Although, I suppose.... I didn't really have any plans other than to make some money.
Also, my 70 page bar application is due tomorrow. With crazy specific instructions that confuse me. Right now it's just a pile of disorganized papers that I have to turn into something more organized. I'm drinking red wine (I started once I got the bad news). This may or may not affect the difficulty of compiling this application. I feel pretty pissed off at the pieces of shit bankers who decided that fabricating bad loans as good ones was something f*cking legit to do. I'm pretty pissed off that someone isn't in jail PAYING for my misfortune. I have the urge to blame someone and feel bad for myself.
But, besides this bad bout of bad news, I have many things to be happy about:
1. That I actually have a start date, at which time I will receive a salary.
2. That my husband has a good job.
3. That we have 2 totally awesome dogs, one with eyes that resemble raisins.
4. That I can temp or pursue my dreams of becoming a full time waitress. (ignoring the fact that I made in 2 weeks at the law firm what I made an entire summer of waitressing.... and most waitresses don't have 100K in student debt...)
5. That my house is awesome & so is my couch.
6. That my car sucks, but it's only $223/mo and almost paid off.
7. That Grey's Anatomy will start up again soon.
8. That boxed & bottled wine exists.
9. That good beer exists.
10. That I have funny friends.
11. That I'm not dead & burning in hell or not existing, as I've come to the conclusion that nothing would be worse than just plain old not existing (other than being a vegetable fed through a feeding tube).
12. That it's almost summer.
13. That I have a huge zit on my chin to keep my humble-nature in check.
14. That Easter is over. Because that's my second least favorite holiday, second only to Thanksgiving.
15. That the 4th of July is fast approaching- which is my favorite holiday & we have awesome seats for the Mets that day.
16. Did I mention my doggies!!!!!!????????????? I love them!
Blank.
Obviously, I'm bummed. This throws a huge wrench in my plans. Although, I suppose.... I didn't really have any plans other than to make some money.
Also, my 70 page bar application is due tomorrow. With crazy specific instructions that confuse me. Right now it's just a pile of disorganized papers that I have to turn into something more organized. I'm drinking red wine (I started once I got the bad news). This may or may not affect the difficulty of compiling this application. I feel pretty pissed off at the pieces of shit bankers who decided that fabricating bad loans as good ones was something f*cking legit to do. I'm pretty pissed off that someone isn't in jail PAYING for my misfortune. I have the urge to blame someone and feel bad for myself.
But, besides this bad bout of bad news, I have many things to be happy about:
1. That I actually have a start date, at which time I will receive a salary.
2. That my husband has a good job.
3. That we have 2 totally awesome dogs, one with eyes that resemble raisins.
4. That I can temp or pursue my dreams of becoming a full time waitress. (ignoring the fact that I made in 2 weeks at the law firm what I made an entire summer of waitressing.... and most waitresses don't have 100K in student debt...)
5. That my house is awesome & so is my couch.
6. That my car sucks, but it's only $223/mo and almost paid off.
7. That Grey's Anatomy will start up again soon.
8. That boxed & bottled wine exists.
9. That good beer exists.
10. That I have funny friends.
11. That I'm not dead & burning in hell or not existing, as I've come to the conclusion that nothing would be worse than just plain old not existing (other than being a vegetable fed through a feeding tube).
12. That it's almost summer.
13. That I have a huge zit on my chin to keep my humble-nature in check.
14. That Easter is over. Because that's my second least favorite holiday, second only to Thanksgiving.
15. That the 4th of July is fast approaching- which is my favorite holiday & we have awesome seats for the Mets that day.
16. Did I mention my doggies!!!!!!????????????? I love them!
Thursday, April 9, 2009
This time of year....
This is what I look and feel like at this time of year. In fact, I'm pretty much wearing that same outfit right now (and I'm also wearing a baseball hat), but if you remove the hat-- that's me. Me & Mickey Rourke.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Stuff
First order of business, I killed the MPRE-- I did awesome. But mostly, I'm just happy I never have to think about it again.
Anyway, I was inspired by another blog to list 5 places I love. Here goes:
1. Department Stores. I don't think it's just about buying new things. I love the smell. It might just the possibility or the options, etc.. because I also feel this way about...
2. The Grocery Store. Particularly in the wee hours of the morning when I have the store almost to myself and can take my time up and down each aisle. Unfortunately, these typically end up the most expensive trips. However, I also leave with some really fun foods to cook with later. J also loves to cook.
3. My mom's house. The moment I walk in, I feel 100% relaxed. Even when the step-dad is home, which is pretty remarkable, considering how uncomfortable HE makes everyone. Either way, in my "real life," I almost always need a glass of wine to relax.
4. Beach. I acknowledge how unoriginal this is. I find it odd that we are so similar to sea lions, who just lay there completely lazy and let the sun bake them. I also enjoy board-walk/non-boardwalk beaches, night & day, restaurants & stores down there, or the complete lack thereof. All of it.
5. NYC in the summer on days off. Again, unoriginal. It's the only time that I miss it. I like wearing flip flops/dresses & feeling the train coming in the subway, I like walking the streets comfortably, eating/drinking outside, the bars open until 4, walking down streets/through neighborhoods you live right next to, but have never seen, china town (even though I had to BEG people to go with me), Little Italy, bums playing music on the subway (although I love when they play christmas music too), ice coffees- everything.
Alright, I have to go write a paper.
Anyway, I was inspired by another blog to list 5 places I love. Here goes:
1. Department Stores. I don't think it's just about buying new things. I love the smell. It might just the possibility or the options, etc.. because I also feel this way about...
2. The Grocery Store. Particularly in the wee hours of the morning when I have the store almost to myself and can take my time up and down each aisle. Unfortunately, these typically end up the most expensive trips. However, I also leave with some really fun foods to cook with later. J also loves to cook.
3. My mom's house. The moment I walk in, I feel 100% relaxed. Even when the step-dad is home, which is pretty remarkable, considering how uncomfortable HE makes everyone. Either way, in my "real life," I almost always need a glass of wine to relax.
4. Beach. I acknowledge how unoriginal this is. I find it odd that we are so similar to sea lions, who just lay there completely lazy and let the sun bake them. I also enjoy board-walk/non-boardwalk beaches, night & day, restaurants & stores down there, or the complete lack thereof. All of it.
5. NYC in the summer on days off. Again, unoriginal. It's the only time that I miss it. I like wearing flip flops/dresses & feeling the train coming in the subway, I like walking the streets comfortably, eating/drinking outside, the bars open until 4, walking down streets/through neighborhoods you live right next to, but have never seen, china town (even though I had to BEG people to go with me), Little Italy, bums playing music on the subway (although I love when they play christmas music too), ice coffees- everything.
Alright, I have to go write a paper.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Beyonce
Her new song Ave Maria is super beautiful.
Today we're picking up the new couch.
My gay friend Bryan thought J was cute.
J & I went to this Japanese restaurant last night & got a bottle of terrible wine called Monkey Bay (sauvignon blanc)-- I thought it had a cute name. It was pretty bad. I got way too drunk last night & now I'm having one of those mornings where I'm trying to eat things to make myself feel better. And your stomach is a bottomless pit. And you still don't feel better. And your motor skills are slightly off.
Back to reading about depositions...
Today we're picking up the new couch.
My gay friend Bryan thought J was cute.
J & I went to this Japanese restaurant last night & got a bottle of terrible wine called Monkey Bay (sauvignon blanc)-- I thought it had a cute name. It was pretty bad. I got way too drunk last night & now I'm having one of those mornings where I'm trying to eat things to make myself feel better. And your stomach is a bottomless pit. And you still don't feel better. And your motor skills are slightly off.
Back to reading about depositions...
Friday, April 3, 2009
Silk Tree Fight
This has gotta be quick because I'm busy procrastinating. Above is a cute pic of Hannah just because. She's beginning to look more like a dog and less like a teddy bear.
Anyway, so earlier this week I thought I sealed the deal on the silk tree. I didn't. He sold it to someone else, he so rudely informed me after my 3rd inquiring email. So I wrote him an immature nasty email "thanking him for nothing," and I'm anxiously awaiting his response. I wanna fight. He's probably like 80 and his wife just died & he has some biotch writing him rude emails (that would be me). I'm having trouble rising above it. He hasn't responded yet, though, so apparently he does not have trouble rising above it. Ya win some, ya lose some, right?
I'm meeting my gay friend Brian for happy hour at 5 (and hopefully the husb-o will meet come too). I worked with him a few summers ago. He informed me, "I'm much hotter than when you saw me last, I'm just warning you. I have been spending a lot of time at the gym." My only thought was: Where are you finding the time? I have been struggling with a workout schedule since the day I started law school. He probably doesn't have an internet addiction.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
The Old Apartment
For lack of a better post, I will jot down some memories of the old apartment (which, it turns out, I do not miss at all... sometimes a place is just too damn small & cramped to miss... )
1. The first day we moved in, we had no couch. We went to like a million places convinced we were gonna get a deal. We should've realized COUCHES ARE NOT CHEAP & just bought one instead of putting off the inevitable financial expenditure. We ended up with the piece of sh*t that we have today that I want to watch burn in a bonfire as I cheer loudy in an intoxicated state.
2. Moving my car every 2 hours during the day because of the parking regulations. I could've just gotten a permit, but that would mean telling my insurance company that I lived in the city and paying double.
3. The morning we realized that the lady next door (who lived alone) could hear every. word. we said in the bathroom. Said realization occurred after MONTHS of singing, screaming, chatting about things that you probably shouldn't even chat about with the person you hope still finds you desirable in 50 years. Because all of the sudden we heard her pick up something like a can of hairspray & set it down. That's it. We could hear that. I avoided her for the next 4 months until she moved.
4. Hearing the elevator ding and hiding in the apartment until our neighbor retreated into his/her apartment, all the while staring out from the peephole, hoping they didn't see the shadow of my feet under the door (or the 4 little beagle feet next to me).
5. Watching homeless people set up camp on the hill across the street- and discussing with J which were new/addicted to drugs/gone/dating/"not that bad looking"/ etc...
6. Not being able to determine the season because our huge window was, like, impossible to open. That piece of crap. This actually facilitated my Seasonal Affective Disorder recovery... or at least coping mechanism.
7. My eternal quest to "maximize our space." (J probably remembers this as me nagging him to get rid of his crap).
8. Buying an enormous, 60 pound clock for the wall.
9. When J opened the window (because I'm too weak) watching awesome movies on our couch in late summer while drinking boxed vino.
10. The fact that we are still paying rent.................
1. The first day we moved in, we had no couch. We went to like a million places convinced we were gonna get a deal. We should've realized COUCHES ARE NOT CHEAP & just bought one instead of putting off the inevitable financial expenditure. We ended up with the piece of sh*t that we have today that I want to watch burn in a bonfire as I cheer loudy in an intoxicated state.
2. Moving my car every 2 hours during the day because of the parking regulations. I could've just gotten a permit, but that would mean telling my insurance company that I lived in the city and paying double.
3. The morning we realized that the lady next door (who lived alone) could hear every. word. we said in the bathroom. Said realization occurred after MONTHS of singing, screaming, chatting about things that you probably shouldn't even chat about with the person you hope still finds you desirable in 50 years. Because all of the sudden we heard her pick up something like a can of hairspray & set it down. That's it. We could hear that. I avoided her for the next 4 months until she moved.
4. Hearing the elevator ding and hiding in the apartment until our neighbor retreated into his/her apartment, all the while staring out from the peephole, hoping they didn't see the shadow of my feet under the door (or the 4 little beagle feet next to me).
5. Watching homeless people set up camp on the hill across the street- and discussing with J which were new/addicted to drugs/gone/dating/"not that bad looking"/ etc...
6. Not being able to determine the season because our huge window was, like, impossible to open. That piece of crap. This actually facilitated my Seasonal Affective Disorder recovery... or at least coping mechanism.
7. My eternal quest to "maximize our space." (J probably remembers this as me nagging him to get rid of his crap).
8. Buying an enormous, 60 pound clock for the wall.
9. When J opened the window (because I'm too weak) watching awesome movies on our couch in late summer while drinking boxed vino.
10. The fact that we are still paying rent.................
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Good Advice v. Bad Advice
I like good, specific advice:
example: 'Hey, when you plant flowers, use X soil. It works best. And don't plant them too deep!'
To me, bad advice tells me to do/not do things in a way that attempts to curtail my independent decision-making ability:
example:
Me: I'm going to the mall today. I can't wait.
Person: Why don't you go to the mall Saturday. It will be busy on a Wednesday evening.
Me (internally): well then don't come! I don't mind a little traffic.
Me (externally): Oh, I don't mind the crowds.
But the problem is that you may not have been stern enough, so they feel like they're influencing you and continue to try to discourage you from going to the mall.
Person: Seriously, it will be much less crowded on Saturday. And, anyway, what do you need to go to the mall for?
Me: I just want to go to the mall. I really, really don't mind the crowds.
Me (internally): How the hell did I get into this conversation? I'm going to the mall regardless. Why does this person care? I was just trying to start conversation."
This carries on for 15 minutes, ultimately resulting in either me lying and telling this person that I won't go to the mall when I fully plan on going OR:
Person: Suit yourself- I would never go to the mall on a Wednesday night!
Good advice:
Me: Johnny was an a$$hole to me.
Person: Rise above it. Stay out of it. Be glad you're not Johnny. Forget he exists.
example: 'Hey, when you plant flowers, use X soil. It works best. And don't plant them too deep!'
To me, bad advice tells me to do/not do things in a way that attempts to curtail my independent decision-making ability:
example:
Me: I'm going to the mall today. I can't wait.
Person: Why don't you go to the mall Saturday. It will be busy on a Wednesday evening.
Me (internally): well then don't come! I don't mind a little traffic.
Me (externally): Oh, I don't mind the crowds.
But the problem is that you may not have been stern enough, so they feel like they're influencing you and continue to try to discourage you from going to the mall.
Person: Seriously, it will be much less crowded on Saturday. And, anyway, what do you need to go to the mall for?
Me: I just want to go to the mall. I really, really don't mind the crowds.
Me (internally): How the hell did I get into this conversation? I'm going to the mall regardless. Why does this person care? I was just trying to start conversation."
This carries on for 15 minutes, ultimately resulting in either me lying and telling this person that I won't go to the mall when I fully plan on going OR:
Person: Suit yourself- I would never go to the mall on a Wednesday night!
Good advice:
Me: Johnny was an a$$hole to me.
Person: Rise above it. Stay out of it. Be glad you're not Johnny. Forget he exists.
Someone Went Nuts
Evidently someone "went berserk" in our library on Monday & was threatening people, etc... I was studying at the other law school building, so I learned about it via email from the dean later that day.
How crazy is that?
How crazy is that?
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