So. woke up at 3 thinking about the final--(about time). ...Okay. Good.
Got the courage to send a text message before the test....scary, good.
Got a message back, Wow, cheez'n, good.
Took the test--Okay, not so good.
Finished test, became a 3L! Now I don't care as long as I don't fail- good.
Had a beer, ate pizza, tried on ball gowns with girlfriends- stupid good
Cuddling with a novel, despite my lies on Facebook to do otherwise- smart good.
Being told by somebody you admire that you're their inspiration- Well, I cried a little. great.
It's day 1 of summer and its days until the end of the month... Let's see how much better it gets!
xoxo
Shake them dice and roll 'em....
Just in the nick of time....
After a weekend of NO concentration, my fear of failure kicked in at oh 3:30 am....
So I'm off to Copyrights for my last exam....
To show everyone that this is a shear gamble (because I truly fear I know nothing), but in true lawyer fashion, I'll act like I do: I give you my FINALS ANTHEM: "Go Girl" by Pitbull
(i.e. This is what I listen to while I walk to my exam...hope you enjoy)
After a weekend of NO concentration, my fear of failure kicked in at oh 3:30 am....
So I'm off to Copyrights for my last exam....
To show everyone that this is a shear gamble (because I truly fear I know nothing), but in true lawyer fashion, I'll act like I do: I give you my FINALS ANTHEM: "Go Girl" by Pitbull
(i.e. This is what I listen to while I walk to my exam...hope you enjoy)
FB status hype
So, as part of keeping engaged with my books, I've created various status messages that hype up my involvement with my books. Insinuating, a real relationship, my most recent msg references a boys tie as a part of my infidelity to my Copyrights exam.
Sadly, lol, the tie belongs to a friend who would have lost it. He was carrying heavy boxes, removed it as to no ruin it, and I offered to hold it for him. Inadvertently, said tie came home with me as I had placed it around my neck for safe keeping. I know. Booooooo. Boring.
I am NOT so cool as to manage a tryst in NYC in the midst of Finals. Well, I am, but I didn't.
So, there ya are. The story behind the status. Yes, sadly Copyrights still has my full attention. Now....AFTER Finals...I am hoping to be a dollar in debt, and actually Officially, out on a date--a hoody, jeans, and movie date, but a date. guess, we'll see.
Sadly, lol, the tie belongs to a friend who would have lost it. He was carrying heavy boxes, removed it as to no ruin it, and I offered to hold it for him. Inadvertently, said tie came home with me as I had placed it around my neck for safe keeping. I know. Booooooo. Boring.
I am NOT so cool as to manage a tryst in NYC in the midst of Finals. Well, I am, but I didn't.
So, there ya are. The story behind the status. Yes, sadly Copyrights still has my full attention. Now....AFTER Finals...I am hoping to be a dollar in debt, and actually Officially, out on a date--a hoody, jeans, and movie date, but a date. guess, we'll see.
Eh?
The pizza guy woke me up. Thus, I am on 3 hours and an additional oh... 35 minutes of sleep?
But the 2 slices of pizza on wheat crust may have made it worth it.
Leading me to yet another listing of
You know its finals when...
-sleep sounds more appealing than food.
-food, is anything but...
-you not only know what the cereal diet is, you're currently on it.
-you are a fan of all things brought to you, including but not limited to pizza, and whatever study partners pick up: such as fast food and other "snacks" that seem to actually make up the only thing you eat for 8 hours straight (yeah, I'm balancing "Tasty Cakes and V8???")
-study partners are your only contact with the world as you know it.
-the topic of "finals sex" is not only known, but discussed as something one should engage in
-"people you would consider having finals sex with" may turn into a sidebar that you note requires Facebook checking.
-you secretly check Facebook and feel guilty for it.
-you feel you're entitled to check Facebook as a reward.
-you reward yourself with Finals "breaks" like "eating" or "sleeping"
-you are not only only annoyed by others discussing their lack of sleep, you feel compelled to compete with them with statements such as (well, see above).
-you leave your laundry in the laundry room for 2 days, because yes, you forgot
-caffeine has not only become a "perk" it has become a way of life.
-on the way to starbucks, the guy checking you out and trying to make small talk while you wait for your next fix, doesn't repulse you, because you're in sweats, and are reading your outline.
-you relish the fact that you're in finals and Sorry, No, he can not call.
-No one can call. (they fear waking you)
--your parents will not call you, but they send every form of encouragement possible via text, email, or [if brave] leave excessive encouraging voicemail when they know your phone is off.
--
-You start turning your phone off.
-you give your friends your blog address, because its easier to update this then write emails.
-you want to write because you are excited to be done with ONE final, but you won't call your friends for fear you'll wake or disturb them.
--Finally, you are excited that the Hard final that's over makes the others seem like cake in comparison while studying...
--Yes, you have become so sleep deprived, you think you understand the material you haven't comprehended or at least cared about enough all semester, based on the 8 hours you have finally decided to dedicate to the subject matter.
Hmmmm. Maybe it's just me. But I'm guessing, I'm not alone.
Now...back to hour nine....
But the 2 slices of pizza on wheat crust may have made it worth it.
Leading me to yet another listing of
You know its finals when...
-sleep sounds more appealing than food.
-food, is anything but...
-you not only know what the cereal diet is, you're currently on it.
-you are a fan of all things brought to you, including but not limited to pizza, and whatever study partners pick up: such as fast food and other "snacks" that seem to actually make up the only thing you eat for 8 hours straight (yeah, I'm balancing "Tasty Cakes and V8???")
-study partners are your only contact with the world as you know it.
-the topic of "finals sex" is not only known, but discussed as something one should engage in
-"people you would consider having finals sex with" may turn into a sidebar that you note requires Facebook checking.
-you secretly check Facebook and feel guilty for it.
-you feel you're entitled to check Facebook as a reward.
-you reward yourself with Finals "breaks" like "eating" or "sleeping"
-you are not only only annoyed by others discussing their lack of sleep, you feel compelled to compete with them with statements such as (well, see above).
-you leave your laundry in the laundry room for 2 days, because yes, you forgot
-caffeine has not only become a "perk" it has become a way of life.
-on the way to starbucks, the guy checking you out and trying to make small talk while you wait for your next fix, doesn't repulse you, because you're in sweats, and are reading your outline.
-you relish the fact that you're in finals and Sorry, No, he can not call.
-No one can call. (they fear waking you)
--your parents will not call you, but they send every form of encouragement possible via text, email, or [if brave] leave excessive encouraging voicemail when they know your phone is off.
--
-You start turning your phone off.
-you give your friends your blog address, because its easier to update this then write emails.
-you want to write because you are excited to be done with ONE final, but you won't call your friends for fear you'll wake or disturb them.
--Finally, you are excited that the Hard final that's over makes the others seem like cake in comparison while studying...
--Yes, you have become so sleep deprived, you think you understand the material you haven't comprehended or at least cared about enough all semester, based on the 8 hours you have finally decided to dedicate to the subject matter.
Hmmmm. Maybe it's just me. But I'm guessing, I'm not alone.
Now...back to hour nine....
What can't this phone do?
In addition to blogging, I can now order the perfect pizza from my phone without having to talk to anyone! Mobile technology. I am impressed. Now, if only I could cut and paste.
Finals Update: Tax-Done. 3 down, 3 to go
Been up since 1, so I'm gonna nap for 2...Waking just in time for pizza. Yummy.
Finals Update: Tax-Done. 3 down, 3 to go
Been up since 1, so I'm gonna nap for 2...Waking just in time for pizza. Yummy.
The Universe Giveth, Taketh Away, and Giveth some more...
FIRST...Good luck to anyone taking finals, as today I know is Sales, and Investment Management. [I'm deaf, but when I hear, I do pay attention ;)] -My first final; tommorow.
(a derrivative of an email I wrote that summed it up)....
So, its 4:36 am and I'm up. My body WOKE me up. BLAH!...
Here's me:
1) I'm going to Staples at 8am to get my Infamous Outline Books bound, but will obviously be back probably before normal people wake up, so....
2) that leaves Kitten who was gonna come over and eat lunch at my place, WHICH!....
3) If [you and] I plan right [my Tax study partner] will come by at the same time, so that we could all have lunch at the same time, and God love her, I can kick Kitten out so I can study. :)
---
As to the Universe,
So...I was at Office Depot, 2 days ago-Yes, it's finals, I go to office supply stores Like EVERY DAY.
-I needed Clear Lables to TAB- Now I don't know if you know, but those clear lables cost like 25 bucks for like 30 Sheets. SUCKS. -So, being out, I run to Office Depot down the street, (really willing to pay whatever needed) and I check the clearance section. Lo-and behold, I find a pack.
I go up to counter, and am like, how much for the mangled pack that has 1 sheet of labels.
Her response, "1 sheet? Sweetie, take it"
-I was like, "Score."
--
Yesterday, after a very wet and sweet walk to main campus,
I had picked up a Mc. Donald's sweet tea, which I had been craving for like a week. Yeah, I get to where I'm going, leave, have had like 2 sips. when I decide to hop on Metro train.
-My luck, the Transit police lady makes me throw my still full sweet tea in the trash. Womp-womp.
--
Not two hours later, after I finish picking up (ha-ha) dividers and the medicine that pulled me away from studies, the bus I catch to take me directly home has its charging machine busted. So, free $1.30 ride home.
Little things make me so happy.
(a derrivative of an email I wrote that summed it up)....
So, its 4:36 am and I'm up. My body WOKE me up. BLAH!...
Here's me:
1) I'm going to Staples at 8am to get my Infamous Outline Books bound, but will obviously be back probably before normal people wake up, so....
2) that leaves Kitten who was gonna come over and eat lunch at my place, WHICH!....
3) If [you and] I plan right [my Tax study partner] will come by at the same time, so that we could all have lunch at the same time, and God love her, I can kick Kitten out so I can study. :)
---
As to the Universe,
So...I was at Office Depot, 2 days ago-Yes, it's finals, I go to office supply stores Like EVERY DAY.
-I needed Clear Lables to TAB- Now I don't know if you know, but those clear lables cost like 25 bucks for like 30 Sheets. SUCKS. -So, being out, I run to Office Depot down the street, (really willing to pay whatever needed) and I check the clearance section. Lo-and behold, I find a pack.
I go up to counter, and am like, how much for the mangled pack that has 1 sheet of labels.
Her response, "1 sheet? Sweetie, take it"
-I was like, "Score."
--
Yesterday, after a very wet and sweet walk to main campus,
I had picked up a Mc. Donald's sweet tea, which I had been craving for like a week. Yeah, I get to where I'm going, leave, have had like 2 sips. when I decide to hop on Metro train.
-My luck, the Transit police lady makes me throw my still full sweet tea in the trash. Womp-womp.
--
Not two hours later, after I finish picking up (ha-ha) dividers and the medicine that pulled me away from studies, the bus I catch to take me directly home has its charging machine busted. So, free $1.30 ride home.
Little things make me so happy.
Amazing what the cards can reveal ;)
I broke the deck out today. Asked an impartial girl friend to do the layout for me so I didn't skew the reading....The question I asked the Universe? Well....funny thing, a song I kept as my secret anthem for a while just really summarized the whole experience. Now. I can't get the song or its meaning out of my head.
So, here's an old song. Enjoy.
BTW, Go ahead and hit the link to get the full effect:
http://www.garageband.com/mp3player?|pe1|S8LTM0LdsaSnZle-Zg
Seth Horan, BMI © 1998
Tried not to get too sentimental;
not to be too instrumental in her life.
My attention rarely wanders and I’m
not too keen on squandering my time.
I can’t see the point in distance so I’m
throwing up resistance but I’m losing the fight…
Now it would seem I’ve got a problem, ‘cause
I’ve always got her picture on my mind…
Crazy maybe, but it’s almost like she knows it’s her…
I’m petrified that she could leave my life, so
I don’t say a word.
I call myself a skeptic even though my mind’s not narrow,
but I’ll put on my poker-face every time I see her dealing Tarot.
Fight; fighting impossible attraction…
I just won’t face any facts and keep her picture out of sight.
Hate; hate how helplessly I’m falling;
I’m deliberately not calling but
it doesn’t make it right.
Fine. I finally made some time to see her;
maybe now I’ll have to free myself or leave this all behind.
Fright. Frightened when we’re all alone and she pulls out
that deck and I’ve no place to hide…
Crazy maybe, but it’s almost like she knows it’s her…
I’m petrified that she could leave my life, so
I don’t say a word.
I call myself a skeptic even though my mind’s not narrow,
but I’ll put on my poker-face every time I see her dealing Tarot....
Pictures forming patterns;
I’ve got to finish what I start.
Her face is changing every time she turns another card…
Pictures forming patterns;
Now here’s where this gets hard:
Her face is changing now ‘cause she can see inside my heart…
Crazy maybe, but it’s almost like she knows it’s her…
Petrified that she can read my mind, so
I don’t say a word.
I call myself a skeptic even though my mind’s not narrow,
but I put on my poker-face every time I see her dealing
Tarot.
Finals: Reasons I love my Mom
I am utterly in Finals mode. The printing madness and infamous "master outline book" is in the process of creation. Until you see it, you would never believe I am (1) that organized or (2) that insecure.
--So, as I am up at ungodly hours printing, I decide its time to buy more TABS and caffeine....
My mother calls while I am at the supermarket at 9:30am. The pertinent conversation:
Mom: You're getting more food?!?
Me: Noooo...., last week I got diet food.
: Ohhhhh Honey!!!! You're in Finals! You need real food--and COKE?
: Already, got it. With all the glorious empty calories.
: And Chocolate?!?!?
: *lol* -My mentees already bought me two bags worth.
: Good. You have meds?
: Yes, I bought Tylenol Sinus, and Claritin.
...
Mom: I look awesome.
Me: Shut up, I am at the grocery store, buying crap food, in pink sweat pants, hair not done, no make-up.
: Honey! You are in finals. You pay how much to look like that?
: 38 grand a year....you're right, I look amazing.
________________________
On separate tangent: X-men Origins
Is it crazy that I'm using the idea of seeing an X-men movie as my reward to get through Finals?
--So, as I am up at ungodly hours printing, I decide its time to buy more TABS and caffeine....
My mother calls while I am at the supermarket at 9:30am. The pertinent conversation:
Mom: You're getting more food?!?
Me: Noooo...., last week I got diet food.
: Ohhhhh Honey!!!! You're in Finals! You need real food--and COKE?
: Already, got it. With all the glorious empty calories.
: And Chocolate?!?!?
: *lol* -My mentees already bought me two bags worth.
: Good. You have meds?
: Yes, I bought Tylenol Sinus, and Claritin.
...
Mom
Me: Shut up, I am at the grocery store, buying crap food, in pink sweat pants, hair not done, no make-up.
: Honey! You are in finals. You pay how much to look like that?
: 38 grand a year....you're right, I look amazing.
________________________
On separate tangent: X-men Origins
Is it crazy that I'm using the idea of seeing an X-men movie as my reward to get through Finals?
Things that are not good during final season....
Things that are not good during final season....
1) Allergy headaches.
I am going to bed as soon as this is typed; because I hate the guys who mowed the lawn and brought pollen (or gifts from the devil) into the air.
2)Facebook.
Really. I'm grown. I should just cut it off. But now that damn honesty boxkeeps taunting me.
3) Boys.
Um. Yes, well my ring is not here, soooo I am still single. :p
Really, Jazz freaked, on the last entry and now she has decided I'm her Wifey....Yes Her. Jazz is just a good girlie friend if people are concerned. Given she brings food over, and I cook, we have a nice tax-consequence free arrangement....
Speaking of Females and my housing/Wifey arrangements, my Amjur Queen is staying over yet again tonight. After she comes (back to my) home that is. She now has a drawer (filled with clothes) and a Key to my apartment. This is in addition to her sleeping bag, her toothbrush, contact solution, and entire set of shower gear I have purchased for her.
YEs, either I am starting to attract females or I run a brothel. Hmmmm-L-Hotel. The good thing is, well other than Queenies outlines? That she is an AWESOME friend. Imean Queenie actually doesn't abuse the privalledge. She ask everytime to stay, begs every time for me to join, and is courteous as hell when she's here. I guess thats why its okay.
School UPdate:
YEs, well. Given that I should NOT be paying attention to Boys. And by BOYS, I mean. One Boy. oe Man. or "Dude," as Amjur Queen puts it now that she has seen us walking together...yEah.....Given the NON-attention, I should NOT be listening to Alicia Keys while in the library trying to make edits to my seminar paper.
BUT. Despite all that---Seminar paper is DONE!
MY SEMINAR IS OVER! CLASSES ARE DONE! MY LEGAL WRITING AND ORAL ARGUMENTS ARE COMPLETED. AND YES I scored my B+
SO THERE. 2 DOWN. 4 TO Go.
eh. reality check...
Four? yes. Four. Four damn exams.
....And a trip to NY in between? Aye Vay.... Yes. Kill me now.
Kisses Universe. Night time.
But Copyrights class, Previous said embarrasing poem. Didn't get posted, so HAHA, no one will ever know.
Speaking of Copyrights....Interesting stuff showed up on that wall. My comments: I never knew that the McChicken was versed in Shakespere. ;)
1) Allergy headaches.
I am going to bed as soon as this is typed; because I hate the guys who mowed the lawn and brought pollen (or gifts from the devil) into the air.
2)Facebook.
Really. I'm grown. I should just cut it off. But now that damn honesty boxkeeps taunting me.
3) Boys.
Um. Yes, well my ring is not here, soooo I am still single. :p
Really, Jazz freaked, on the last entry and now she has decided I'm her Wifey....Yes Her. Jazz is just a good girlie friend if people are concerned. Given she brings food over, and I cook, we have a nice tax-consequence free arrangement....
Speaking of Females and my housing/Wifey arrangements, my Amjur Queen is staying over yet again tonight. After she comes (back to my) home that is. She now has a drawer (filled with clothes) and a Key to my apartment. This is in addition to her sleeping bag, her toothbrush, contact solution, and entire set of shower gear I have purchased for her.
YEs, either I am starting to attract females or I run a brothel. Hmmmm-L-Hotel. The good thing is, well other than Queenies outlines? That she is an AWESOME friend. Imean Queenie actually doesn't abuse the privalledge. She ask everytime to stay, begs every time for me to join, and is courteous as hell when she's here. I guess thats why its okay.
School UPdate:
YEs, well. Given that I should NOT be paying attention to Boys. And by BOYS, I mean. One Boy. oe Man. or "Dude," as Amjur Queen puts it now that she has seen us walking together...yEah.....Given the NON-attention, I should NOT be listening to Alicia Keys while in the library trying to make edits to my seminar paper.
BUT. Despite all that---Seminar paper is DONE!
MY SEMINAR IS OVER! CLASSES ARE DONE! MY LEGAL WRITING AND ORAL ARGUMENTS ARE COMPLETED. AND YES I scored my B+
SO THERE. 2 DOWN. 4 TO Go.
eh. reality check...
Four? yes. Four. Four damn exams.
....And a trip to NY in between? Aye Vay.... Yes. Kill me now.
Kisses Universe. Night time.
But Copyrights class, Previous said embarrasing poem. Didn't get posted, so HAHA, no one will ever know.
Speaking of Copyrights....Interesting stuff showed up on that wall. My comments: I never knew that the McChicken was versed in Shakespere. ;)
I'm Engaged! --Well, Hypothetically Speaking???
Okay okay, so technically I'm not. My mother needs no more disappointment in her life. (One day mom, one day***laughing sigh)
I don't have a ring....and technically, I don't really have a guy, as said fiance's a thousand miles away-and well, we both know it's a joke. BUT, being proposed to does have its perks.
Perk 1:
Giving my friends who were there a reason to be total jerks, and Say, "Do it, do it." -(Yes, I have witnesses, there was a proposal, via text mind you, but let me have my moment)--Losers. Love you; you sell me so cheap.
Perk 2:
Giving Jazz a reason to freak out.
Perk 3:
Looking at rings under $25 on Ebay, because I don't want to study tax anymore and then sending them to my betrothed to be admonished that he would never buy me something fake. Lol. Blue diamonds aren't fake. LOL. (I'm in love with Blue and Purple Lately!)
Perk 4:
Giving that guy on G-chat a small heart-attack. "I don't think it would be a good idea for you to come over tonight. After all, you have your girl, and I'm engaged now."
--No I really didn't, but in my head it plays out so well!!!
Lol. JM summed it up. "We all want a side car"
***
As to the so called real world:
Well there is school:
1. I made a fool out of myself in Copyrights class last week. Let's just say an assignment was to create a poem....Um, yeah. I better get my ten points. If it is posted at school, I'll post it here, but I think when the professor laughs when he reads it to himself, there's a serious problem.
2. My oral argument wasn't great, but it wasn't horrid? Solid B+?
Family is well. It's Easter. Or as I wrote my Family and close friends: Happy Pagan Fertility Rite. ;) -They're good.
Speaking of! Oooh. I may meet a Father-figure soon. Guy who SWEARS he's my Dad. I kid you not. He Swears I'm his kid. Like Really really. It's not that complex, my mom's ex boyfriend; but relax, it's not all Maury or Jerry Springer either. Trust me. I think this guy just really needs to see me so he "knows." Poor guy. Anyways I'm meeting him before finals. He lives in VA, and is coming up to referee some softball game. I figured, might as well. The guys asked about me for years, and well has talked to me via text, so I figure why not. Again, I feel bad. I mean, clearly, I know my Daddy, couldn't deny it if he tried. Apache blood has its tells.
Okay. That's it. I'm really just online because an auction is ending soon, lol.
I guess back to the books. "AND ON THE THIRD DAY...." She read more Tax.
I don't have a ring....and technically, I don't really have a guy, as said fiance's a thousand miles away-and well, we both know it's a joke. BUT, being proposed to does have its perks.
Perk 1:
Giving my friends who were there a reason to be total jerks, and Say, "Do it, do it." -(Yes, I have witnesses, there was a proposal, via text mind you, but let me have my moment)--Losers. Love you; you sell me so cheap.
Perk 2:
Giving Jazz a reason to freak out.
Perk 3:
Looking at rings under $25 on Ebay, because I don't want to study tax anymore and then sending them to my betrothed to be admonished that he would never buy me something fake. Lol. Blue diamonds aren't fake. LOL. (I'm in love with Blue and Purple Lately!)
Perk 4:
Giving that guy on G-chat a small heart-attack. "I don't think it would be a good idea for you to come over tonight. After all, you have your girl, and I'm engaged now."
--No I really didn't, but in my head it plays out so well!!!
Lol. JM summed it up. "We all want a side car"
***
As to the so called real world:
Well there is school:
1. I made a fool out of myself in Copyrights class last week. Let's just say an assignment was to create a poem....Um, yeah. I better get my ten points. If it is posted at school, I'll post it here, but I think when the professor laughs when he reads it to himself, there's a serious problem.
2. My oral argument wasn't great, but it wasn't horrid? Solid B+?
Family is well. It's Easter. Or as I wrote my Family and close friends: Happy Pagan Fertility Rite. ;) -They're good.
Speaking of! Oooh. I may meet a Father-figure soon. Guy who SWEARS he's my Dad. I kid you not. He Swears I'm his kid. Like Really really. It's not that complex, my mom's ex boyfriend; but relax, it's not all Maury or Jerry Springer either. Trust me. I think this guy just really needs to see me so he "knows." Poor guy. Anyways I'm meeting him before finals. He lives in VA, and is coming up to referee some softball game. I figured, might as well. The guys asked about me for years, and well has talked to me via text, so I figure why not. Again, I feel bad. I mean, clearly, I know my Daddy, couldn't deny it if he tried. Apache blood has its tells.
Okay. That's it. I'm really just online because an auction is ending soon, lol.
I guess back to the books. "AND ON THE THIRD DAY...." She read more Tax.
Ebay + Visa = iPhone?
This is why I should never be left home alone.
I just bid on an iPhone.
I went on Ebay for the SOLE purpose of getting a new battery for my current phone -the Dash--which, now that I'm using the schedule function, I'm kinda in love with.
The 5 minutes of inevitable-ness went like this:
Battery. You won! Yay. Hmmm. What's the harm in looking at the sellers other items? Oh look iPhone case. Hmmm. I wonder how much iPhones are going for. Let's check.
Next thing you know, the screen is popping up: "Confirm bid?" Of course. " Congratulations. You're the high bidder!"
Um...I am rationalizing this by saying, I never get phone calls at my house, and I think it's because my current phone doesn't pick up signal. PLUS, T-mobile told me, if I switch to the Blackberry, it's likely I'll get a bar or more....PLUS, I bid remarkably low. Under a hundred remarkably low! Soooo, its okay, right? Some body tell me it's okay?
In other news, like the spring colors, visits from my past are in bloom, and I couldn't be happier.
Speaking of, it's 7:09pm! I'm supposed to be gone! Grrrr. This is why I need a car. Law students are so dependable on being undependable.
I just bid on an iPhone.
I went on Ebay for the SOLE purpose of getting a new battery for my current phone -the Dash--which, now that I'm using the schedule function, I'm kinda in love with.
The 5 minutes of inevitable-ness went like this:
Battery. You won! Yay. Hmmm. What's the harm in looking at the sellers other items? Oh look iPhone case. Hmmm. I wonder how much iPhones are going for. Let's check.
Next thing you know, the screen is popping up: "Confirm bid?" Of course. " Congratulations. You're the high bidder!"
Um...I am rationalizing this by saying, I never get phone calls at my house, and I think it's because my current phone doesn't pick up signal. PLUS, T-mobile told me, if I switch to the Blackberry, it's likely I'll get a bar or more....PLUS, I bid remarkably low. Under a hundred remarkably low! Soooo, its okay, right? Some body tell me it's okay?
In other news, like the spring colors, visits from my past are in bloom, and I couldn't be happier.
Speaking of, it's 7:09pm! I'm supposed to be gone! Grrrr. This is why I need a car. Law students are so dependable on being undependable.
Starting Now...
I apologize in advance. This got long.
So...I decided my weekend was bound to start soon when somewhere around 3 o'clock I placed an honesty box on my FB page, when I should have been paying attention to tax.
I was re-assured when I discovered my 4pm class was once again held at noon, after sifting through emails at 4:05 in an empty classroom.
Shortly thereafter, lets say 4:07 I decided that I would once again be Professionally Irresponsible and miss my 6pm Professional Responsibility class . As I have no Friday classes, this leads me to believe My weekend has begun.
In that vein, I have purchased a bottle of wine in which 1 friend has already vowed to come over and "assist" me with, as well as pursuade me to join her later at 3L Thursday escapes. I assured her - I am not a 3L.
But...I can be pursuaded. Which leads to this ever growing note.
I am learning, many people can be persuaded. Sometimes. Thus, try to stay with me.
Thursday- Tonight- I will drink my wine and eat my wonderously bad-for-me-but-taste-so-yummy-chinese take-out.
So...I decided my weekend was bound to start soon when somewhere around 3 o'clock I placed an honesty box on my FB page, when I should have been paying attention to tax.
I was re-assured when I discovered my 4pm class was once again held at noon, after sifting through emails at 4:05 in an empty classroom.
Shortly thereafter, lets say 4:07 I decided that I would once again be Professionally Irresponsible and miss my 6pm Professional Responsibility class . As I have no Friday classes, this leads me to believe My weekend has begun.
In that vein, I have purchased a bottle of wine in which 1 friend has already vowed to come over and "assist" me with, as well as pursuade me to join her later at 3L Thursday escapes. I assured her - I am not a 3L.
But...I can be pursuaded. Which leads to this ever growing note.
I am learning, many people can be persuaded. Sometimes. Thus, try to stay with me.
Thursday- Tonight- I will drink my wine and eat my wonderously bad-for-me-but-taste-so-yummy-chinese take-out.
Friday-8 ish, I could. head out to GMU for a probate. (brother org)
Saturday- noonish. There is a flag football game against other law schools.
Sunday. - I have no plans, but 1) its Easter and 2) its many peoples "free day"
Now, I assume -as always people are busy. I further assume that free time will go to studying and or sleeping. ;)
But ... I can be persuaded. As often as I state: "Its April" -meaning no time....I can find time.
Thus if I can possibly persuade others, "some time" this weekend I would like to not be home.
Realizing, its a big commitment to shake law students from their schedules and agenda's, I put this out there: I don't want days, or multiple hours, just maybe a study break?
This morning I had one such "less than an hour" break from the madness.
Result: not bad. repeatable even.
so startng now...my weekend begins....
Saturday- noonish. There is a flag football game against other law schools.
Sunday. - I have no plans, but 1) its Easter and 2) its many peoples "free day"
Now, I assume -as always people are busy. I further assume that free time will go to studying and or sleeping. ;)
But ... I can be persuaded. As often as I state: "Its April" -meaning no time....I can find time.
Thus if I can possibly persuade others, "some time" this weekend I would like to not be home.
Realizing, its a big commitment to shake law students from their schedules and agenda's, I put this out there: I don't want days, or multiple hours, just maybe a study break?
This morning I had one such "less than an hour" break from the madness.
Result: not bad. repeatable even.
so startng now...my weekend begins....
"Personal Disclaimer" -A Repost for the New Readers
Recently I have learned many people are concerned with my entries so as a disclaimer, please read the following:
The entries in this journal do not reflect the attitudes or opinions of any other person or entity other than the individuals posting to it. While all journal entries, stories, bad jokes, etc. are based on the life experiences of its author, they are intended for the sole use of venting and figuring out the eccentric life of it’s owner.
All charectors and semblances within my life, are based on real life people, and for protection from stalkers, judgemental people, and plain out jerks, most names have been altered or abreiviated.
If you know the people portrayed in this journal, good job for being so close to me; I obviously talk to you. For some reason some people portrayed in this journal don’t "appreciate" my including them, so leave them alone. Again if you know me, this one shouldn’t be a hard to figure out.
Again, all stalkers, get lost. This journal is for mature audiences only. If you can’t take a joke, don’t read it.
If you find yourself reflected in this journal, in a poor light in this journal, you have a multitude of options,
1. Change your behavior.
(I myself am a scandal-ass, bitch, angel, comedian, etc—and refer to myself as such. I wear these titles proudly when I’ve earned them and have no problem being regarded as such, when my behaviour has warranted my label.)
Therefore, don’t give me a reason to portray you as a jerk, and you won’t be. Ultimately, I am a very happy person, and I never ever willingly try to portray people in a bad light.
2. Call me on it.
Tell me you don’t want something in here, and I’ll do my best. Again, this journal is for venting purposes. I’m not trying to start rumors. What I am trying to do is: unburden my little head of grey fluff from the facts that complicate my life.
3. Don’t read it.
(Many thanks to the people that do read this. You are the most open minded people I know. I consider all of ya’lls advice, side bars, and quotes when I write and I find you a joy to my little universe. You are appreciated.)
Comments are always welcome. Including but not limited to: Calling me out, telling me how stupid I am, 3 a.m. morning ramblings, drunken tangents, mathematical tangents, and of course promiscuous pick up line. (Okay that last one I’m still waiting for. No really, I’m waiting! Lol.)
Finally, to all readers: This journal is a few entries of one huge story line. I never knew when it began and don’t know when it will end. I'm just trying to have fun on the ride.
There are many sides to all these ramblings. Be a mature human being and don’t take my writings as an absolute truth. If you are, or have been, check your self into the nearest clinic for the insane, because--you too--have far too much time on your hands.
My writings, again, are my Perceptions. They change from day to day. Like every decent person, each day I try to grow and understand a little bit more of my world. This blog is just my own little sounding board, to hear myself think.
Don’t base opinions or make value judgments on the people you see reflected in these letters. Especially not based on my little "Blah—I can’t stand X" statements! They are real people with real feelings and if you have any spine or even want to be considered my friend, grow up and make judgments for yourself on these people.
Thank you. Enjoy.
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Wow...written 2 years ago, and it still remains true.
Minus the stalker part. There is one stalker who is to not get lost....he knows who he is.
The entries in this journal do not reflect the attitudes or opinions of any other person or entity other than the individuals posting to it. While all journal entries, stories, bad jokes, etc. are based on the life experiences of its author, they are intended for the sole use of venting and figuring out the eccentric life of it’s owner.
All charectors and semblances within my life, are based on real life people, and for protection from stalkers, judgemental people, and plain out jerks, most names have been altered or abreiviated.
If you know the people portrayed in this journal, good job for being so close to me; I obviously talk to you. For some reason some people portrayed in this journal don’t "appreciate" my including them, so leave them alone. Again if you know me, this one shouldn’t be a hard to figure out.
Again, all stalkers, get lost. This journal is for mature audiences only. If you can’t take a joke, don’t read it.
If you find yourself reflected in this journal, in a poor light in this journal, you have a multitude of options,
1. Change your behavior.
(I myself am a scandal-ass, bitch, angel, comedian, etc—and refer to myself as such. I wear these titles proudly when I’ve earned them and have no problem being regarded as such, when my behaviour has warranted my label.)
Therefore, don’t give me a reason to portray you as a jerk, and you won’t be. Ultimately, I am a very happy person, and I never ever willingly try to portray people in a bad light.
2. Call me on it.
Tell me you don’t want something in here, and I’ll do my best. Again, this journal is for venting purposes. I’m not trying to start rumors. What I am trying to do is: unburden my little head of grey fluff from the facts that complicate my life.
3. Don’t read it.
(Many thanks to the people that do read this. You are the most open minded people I know. I consider all of ya’lls advice, side bars, and quotes when I write and I find you a joy to my little universe. You are appreciated.)
Comments are always welcome. Including but not limited to: Calling me out, telling me how stupid I am, 3 a.m. morning ramblings, drunken tangents, mathematical tangents, and of course promiscuous pick up line. (Okay that last one I’m still waiting for. No really, I’m waiting! Lol.)
Finally, to all readers: This journal is a few entries of one huge story line. I never knew when it began and don’t know when it will end. I'm just trying to have fun on the ride.
There are many sides to all these ramblings. Be a mature human being and don’t take my writings as an absolute truth. If you are, or have been, check your self into the nearest clinic for the insane, because--you too--have far too much time on your hands.
My writings, again, are my Perceptions. They change from day to day. Like every decent person, each day I try to grow and understand a little bit more of my world. This blog is just my own little sounding board, to hear myself think.
Don’t base opinions or make value judgments on the people you see reflected in these letters. Especially not based on my little "Blah—I can’t stand X" statements! They are real people with real feelings and if you have any spine or even want to be considered my friend, grow up and make judgments for yourself on these people.
Thank you. Enjoy.
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Wow...written 2 years ago, and it still remains true.
Minus the stalker part. There is one stalker who is to not get lost....he knows who he is.
Silly Friends, Blue Flowers, and the Zen Professor
So...a lot, in a very little time as I need to get in a cab to get on a Plane to CHI-Town... in oh 4 hours....So....try to stick with me, I'm speed typing: I.e. writing what I think...
Chicago: -The Windy City, home of some decent pizza, and place I'm resenting packing for at the current moment...(Why?...you'll see...)
3 questions:
1) Do only 'Greeks' get pissed that Chi is pronounced "Shy?"--bugs...
2) Why am I paying for this trip?
3) Why am I bugged I'm going on a trip 3 weeks before finals?
--Oh wait, it's because I'm PAYING FOR THIS TRIP 3 WEEKS BEFORE FINALS!
I need to study, which I WON'T DO. I need to save MONEY, which I don't have. AND, I really, really, REALLY love traveling, but this is gonna be one of "those" trips where the plan is fun, but the result is me coming back on Monday at 1am and then trying to go to Agency jet lag (and lets face it, probably hung-over).
So that's that. And an hour ago I was bitter because my girlie friends came over to wish me well, and by that I mean drink my liquor, eat my food I had delivered, and then leave to the bar I can't go to, because, that's right I'm packing....
Now the food and drink thing, I don't mind: At ALL. My house is the guest house. The hotel, the 'here are the keys to my place, come home trashed, have a boy over....just DONT Have sex on my bed' (That's just courtesy, right???) place kinda place...
&&&&&&&
I love my friends, they could take or break anything, and I'd be cool. What was sad, and got me bitter was seeing them leave. Not because they invited me out, and I can't go, but because I had to be all grown up. I had to be responsible and say: "Wish I could, but I can't"
Growing up? Hmmmm. *crosses arms, sticks out tounge, and makes a noise like a toddler: "I doh-n wanna!"
Anyways, aside from the madness of packing, which I finally completed, I bought my self blue flowers today. Why? because of the Zen Professor, who after an amazingly 2.5 hour long conversation (WHY>!>!>!>) made me actually feel good about some insecurities.
His messages simple:
1. "Don't fight it"
2. "Listen to yourself"
3. "Get Centered" and
4. "Don't let anyone do for you, what you can do for yourself."
I left, amazingly, for once, not confused but actually with it "together." It was weird; and, if you knew this guy, and my feelings about him(i.e. I've told him to his face he's nuts), you'd think this quest impossible. But there it is, the Martian reminded me that I didn't just land on Earth, and I've known how to handle myself for quite some time....
Sorry the base breakdown: Professor said in the simplest terms: "take care of You, first."
So, I bought myself blue flowers.
Why? Because they made me happy.
Two, because when I saw them, my first thought was, "Awww, I wish someone would buy me flowers."
and then it hit...Why do I need to wait for someone to buy me flowers?
I can buy my own damn self flowers.
and I did. And they sit on the center of my table, blue and bright.
Ne-who. Last Comments then its to bed.
1) I like numbering things lately. Like really. LOL!
2) I thought this blog was all secret and hiddeny- (yes, "hiddeny") and guess, what, ITS not! all I had to do was punch in an old screen name into Google, then "poof!" (Google, what would cyber stalkers do without you?)
which,
3) I am SOOOO glad no one knows me by my old screen name!
Except
4) If my 3L (who, lets just admit now if you haven't figured it out, I have a 12 yr old crush on) is reading this, HAHAHA, stalker.
but
5) I'm gonna invite him to, cause, well, I like him, and this is the "it" place of my thoughts.
The no holds bar, sorry if you get hurt, read the disclaimer, 'cause its only truth, because I need to vent and get honest with me, where I run the risk of hurting myself dramatically, because this is the raw nerve of emotion I choose to expose kinda space I invented.
Ooh, speaking of new readers. Hi 'Dirk.' I've missed you. Thanks for coming back into my life. Open a book.
yeah....and with that. Wha-la, I am tapped. To bed with the Storm.
"Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; but remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for" Epicurus (341 BC-270 BC).
Chicago: -The Windy City, home of some decent pizza, and place I'm resenting packing for at the current moment...(Why?...you'll see...)
3 questions:
1) Do only 'Greeks' get pissed that Chi is pronounced "Shy?"--bugs...
2) Why am I paying for this trip?
3) Why am I bugged I'm going on a trip 3 weeks before finals?
--Oh wait, it's because I'm PAYING FOR THIS TRIP 3 WEEKS BEFORE FINALS!
I need to study, which I WON'T DO. I need to save MONEY, which I don't have. AND, I really, really, REALLY love traveling, but this is gonna be one of "those" trips where the plan is fun, but the result is me coming back on Monday at 1am and then trying to go to Agency jet lag (and lets face it, probably hung-over).
So that's that. And an hour ago I was bitter because my girlie friends came over to wish me well, and by that I mean drink my liquor, eat my food I had delivered, and then leave to the bar I can't go to, because, that's right I'm packing....
Now the food and drink thing, I don't mind: At ALL. My house is the guest house. The hotel, the 'here are the keys to my place, come home trashed, have a boy over....just DONT Have sex on my bed' (That's just courtesy, right???) place kinda place...
&&&&&&&
I love my friends, they could take or break anything, and I'd be cool. What was sad, and got me bitter was seeing them leave. Not because they invited me out, and I can't go, but because I had to be all grown up. I had to be responsible and say: "Wish I could, but I can't"
Growing up? Hmmmm. *crosses arms, sticks out tounge, and makes a noise like a toddler: "I doh-n wanna!"
Anyways, aside from the madness of packing, which I finally completed, I bought my self blue flowers today. Why? because of the Zen Professor, who after an amazingly 2.5 hour long conversation (WHY>!>!>!>) made me actually feel good about some insecurities.
His messages simple:
1. "Don't fight it"
2. "Listen to yourself"
3. "Get Centered" and
4. "Don't let anyone do for you, what you can do for yourself."
I left, amazingly, for once, not confused but actually with it "together." It was weird; and, if you knew this guy, and my feelings about him(i.e. I've told him to his face he's nuts), you'd think this quest impossible. But there it is, the Martian reminded me that I didn't just land on Earth, and I've known how to handle myself for quite some time....
Sorry the base breakdown: Professor said in the simplest terms: "take care of You, first."
So, I bought myself blue flowers.
Why? Because they made me happy.
Two, because when I saw them, my first thought was, "Awww, I wish someone would buy me flowers."
and then it hit...Why do I need to wait for someone to buy me flowers?
I can buy my own damn self flowers.
and I did. And they sit on the center of my table, blue and bright.
Ne-who. Last Comments then its to bed.
1) I like numbering things lately. Like really. LOL!
2) I thought this blog was all secret and hiddeny- (yes, "hiddeny") and guess, what, ITS not! all I had to do was punch in an old screen name into Google, then "poof!" (Google, what would cyber stalkers do without you?)
which,
3) I am SOOOO glad no one knows me by my old screen name!
Except
4) If my 3L (who, lets just admit now if you haven't figured it out, I have a 12 yr old crush on) is reading this, HAHAHA, stalker.
but
5) I'm gonna invite him to, cause, well, I like him, and this is the "it" place of my thoughts.
The no holds bar, sorry if you get hurt, read the disclaimer
Ooh, speaking of new readers. Hi 'Dirk.' I've missed you. Thanks for coming back into my life. Open a book.
yeah....and with that. Wha-la, I am tapped. To bed with the Storm.
"Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; but remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for" Epicurus (341 BC-270 BC).
A moment of perfect...
After a slightly embarrassing morning, which I would do a thousand times over (--um, that story maybe later), I had a hard time (as my friend E would say) "getting back to center."
Meaning, I couldn't focus, and replayed the scenario in my head a thousand times, with the thought: "You couldn't let a good thing 'just be', could you?"
Anyways, back to recovery...so after said morning moment, I was a little jolted, and I conversed with two great friends- kAT and KITTEN. The consensus was "just let things happen."
Side Track: The Way of the Tao, always comes back to haunt me it seems.... "let it be" they say.
Why is the tao so valuable?
Because it is everywhere,
and everyone can use it.
(Lao Tzu)
Letting it be, tomorrow perhaps will turn my awkward 12 year old moment into not a moment at all, but instead as a quirk of vulnerability that is undoubtedly present. :) Maybe.
Sentences without context, make for bad storytelling I know, but alas, you'll have to deal....
The moment I do want to discuss is the moment I had 30 minutes ago. The moment I had after I had resolved to be some nonpracticing version of a Taoist, and was practicing being an uncommitted student. The moment I decided to go to a school organizations showing of Slumdog Millionaire. Which was amazing.
I had Indian food for $3. I started reading for Copyright, I loved the movie, and I got a study partner for finals...
All was swimming, and I was walking out of my school, with a 1L, not remembering this morning, but entrenched with learning about "him" and "his schedule" and I must have obviously been in deep, because as I stood outside, I told him,
"Shhhh...."
and he did. "Wait. Stop. Just look...."
"It's pretty" he said.
"No," I responded "look,"
"At the Cherry Blossoms?"
"At everything...Look.... I'm having a moment..."
and I was. He let me, too.
I took it in, and for a few seconds, everything was perfect.
The mist was just barely in the air, the fog was catching the moonlight, the moonlight was lighting up this gorgeous law school that I take for granted that I go to....
and there it was,
The 1L left me with smiles and goodbyes, but the feeling stayed as I walked home.
I walked to my beautiful apartment, down a beautifully lit street, and I felt like everything was perfect.
I glanced over to the exact spot that my morning had been confused by, and instead of reliving a moment, I just smiled and had one instead.
I felt then and I feel now, as I always have in "these moments;" that I am so lucky.
-I could have just sat in the middle of my parking lot, pulled my umbrella to the side, and let the misty rain fall on me.
Rain? Rain, what people pray for. Rain, what people curse. Making the cherry blossoms grow, making the commute impossible, rain?
No, tonight it wasn't that complicated. It was just mist. A beautiful moonlight mist. Tonight was just a moment of perfect.
Meaning, I couldn't focus, and replayed the scenario in my head a thousand times, with the thought: "You couldn't let a good thing 'just be', could you?"
Anyways, back to recovery...so after said morning moment, I was a little jolted, and I conversed with two great friends- kAT and KITTEN. The consensus was "just let things happen."
Side Track: The Way of the Tao, always comes back to haunt me it seems.... "let it be" they say.
Why is the tao so valuable?
Because it is everywhere,
and everyone can use it.
(Lao Tzu)
Letting it be, tomorrow perhaps will turn my awkward 12 year old moment into not a moment at all, but instead as a quirk of vulnerability that is undoubtedly present. :) Maybe.
Sentences without context, make for bad storytelling I know, but alas, you'll have to deal....
The moment I do want to discuss is the moment I had 30 minutes ago. The moment I had after I had resolved to be some nonpracticing version of a Taoist, and was practicing being an uncommitted student. The moment I decided to go to a school organizations showing of Slumdog Millionaire. Which was amazing.
I had Indian food for $3. I started reading for Copyright, I loved the movie, and I got a study partner for finals...
All was swimming, and I was walking out of my school, with a 1L, not remembering this morning, but entrenched with learning about "him" and "his schedule" and I must have obviously been in deep, because as I stood outside, I told him,
"Shhhh...."
and he did. "Wait. Stop. Just look...."
"It's pretty" he said.
"No," I responded "look,"
"At the Cherry Blossoms?"
"At everything...Look.... I'm having a moment..."
and I was. He let me, too.
I took it in, and for a few seconds, everything was perfect.
The mist was just barely in the air, the fog was catching the moonlight, the moonlight was lighting up this gorgeous law school that I take for granted that I go to....
and there it was,
Perfection.
The 1L left me with smiles and goodbyes, but the feeling stayed as I walked home.
I walked to my beautiful apartment, down a beautifully lit street, and I felt like everything was perfect.
I glanced over to the exact spot that my morning had been confused by, and instead of reliving a moment, I just smiled and had one instead.
I felt then and I feel now, as I always have in "these moments;" that I am so lucky.
-I could have just sat in the middle of my parking lot, pulled my umbrella to the side, and let the misty rain fall on me.
Rain? Rain, what people pray for. Rain, what people curse. Making the cherry blossoms grow, making the commute impossible, rain?
No, tonight it wasn't that complicated. It was just mist. A beautiful moonlight mist. Tonight was just a moment of perfect.