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.
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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. ;)

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"

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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.

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.

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....

"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.

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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.)

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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.

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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.

A new post forthcoming, but until then...

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