Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Monday, September 04, 2006
A Moment of Silence Please
And now that Labor Day has come and gone, we have to say good-bye to a few more things. White, linen, the casual dress code, the summer, and central air. It is nice to be able to sleep with my windows open for a change. Hopefully my electric bill feels the same way. All this talk of fall is making me think that I need to start planning for the holidays - like figuring out exactly where I will be for Thanksgiving, and when I need to go home for Christmas. Guess I should start investigating flights so I don't get totally hosed on my airfare.
Blech, all this means I have to start taking school seriously. Fun time is over, time to buckle down and be a law student. Only 2 semesters left. As long as complacency doesn't kick in hard I think I can make it. It will take a lot of coffee to get there, but May 20, 2007, here I come!
Monday, August 28, 2006
The South is Charming....
Don't get me wrong, I love me some country music, and some seafood, but by day 4 my body was craving Starbucks. Not just coffee, specifically Starbucks. No amount of breading on food can take the place of Starbucks. I have a serious chemical dependency and cold turkey is not the way to go about breaking it.
The beach was an absolutely wonderful place to vacation. Limited commercialism, limited hoochie mamas in bikinis, lots of ocean and sand and birds. Fun things to take pictures of. I got to read magazines all week instead of law books and rarely touched my lap top [yes, I still took it with me, I know it's pathetic].
I heartily recommend a week at the beach for everyone, it's restorative. I think I'm going to schedule a week at the beach every summer for myself. Anybody in for Beach Week '07?
Sunday, July 30, 2006
"You Look Bored"
This is how I met Steve, biomedical engineer, from - of all places - Binghampton. That's right. Somehow looking bored and stand-offish in bar attracted the attention of a guy from my neck of the woods, New York. Now mind you, I was bored and being my miserable, why the heck did I go out, self in Adams Morgan, so I responded to all his questions with one word answers. But that nice guy from Binghampton thing (or a lot of beer) made him persistent. It took him 5 minutes to extract from me that I was from Buffalo - that's a lot of questions with one word answers. Seriously, guys normally give up/take a hint by that point. In any event he wasn't too put off to ask that if I didn't feel it was too forward would I like to grab a drink next week. And at that point, he got brownie points for being from Binghampton and for not being sketchy - unlike the crazy guys standing 2 feet away from us the entire night. What's makes this funny though is the minute after we exchanged phone numbers, Steve turns around and starts groping the girl next to him! That's some game. Wonder if she was bored too?
Monday, July 10, 2006
ISO ... a birthday gift
Personal assistant with an umbrella and a cup of coffee ready at all times. Must be ready & willing to play backgammon at a moment's notice. Will need to wash & gas my car when needed. Should be familiar with technology and open-minded about music . Must be able to keep track of appointments and adept at scheduling time for the important things in life. No experience necessary.
* If I do actually get a personal assistant for my birthday I would love you forever!.
Monday, July 03, 2006
So that's what the handwriting on the wall says...
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So according to this analysis: I am cold hearted , aggressive, practical, and have an interesting sex life. And - don't get on my bad side. Huh - who knew??? :)
Saturday, July 01, 2006
You thought I was pissed off last week....
Dear Daughter of Shylock:
I'm sure you have chosen not to speak to me for some valid reason, and I can accept that. [Really? You think? Do you think it might have anything to do with the fact that you're a jerk? That you came between me & one of my close friends? That perhaps you've never grown up? I'm glad you can accept that, because I got over years ago, approximately 5 minutes after we broke up]
However, I feel the need to to have one-ended conversations with you on occasion in an attempt to keep in touch. [I'm happy to see your English skills haven't advanced any in 6 years and apparently you don't understand the concept of staying in touch, sad.]
We might not be part of each other's present or future lives, but we share a common past that directed us to the present. [Yes, I've learned that any guy who buys you a car muffler for Valentine's Day deserves to be punished, and will only disappoint you. Thank you for that, I'm glad we got to share that common past]
I have not a clue what you think of me anymore (if you think of me ever), and I have no idea who you have grown to be. [OK no, I don't think of you, I have a happily functional life without thinking of you. I'm not one to waste my time worrying about where idiots are now.]
I then got a "brief"update on his life that lasted another page and a half. WTF??? First of all, how did he get my address here? When I sent out change of address cards, he certainly was not on the list. Second, why the sudden need to include me in his still wasteful and incredibly trite life? I've got better things to do with 2 minutes of my life than read this ridiculous letter, which came folded up like the notes you pass in high school. Mature.
Despite the fact that I have ignored every form of communication he's sent me in the past few months, I have a feeling I might not be able to control myself this time. I feel a scathing letter about the state of his mind and manhood coming on. If you're going to try to keep the lines of communication open, be ready for the shit storm when you contact people who want nothing to do with you.
All of my other exes should take note, don't bother me. I don't have time for you, and you don't want to hear what I have to say about you - because it isn't nice.
Monday, June 26, 2006
The Next Round's On Me!!
It finally stopped raining in time for me to go to work, on my walk to the Metro some guy tried to give me his phone number and had crossed the street solely for that purpose. Despite the fact that an hour and a half after that I still hadn't made it to work because the Metro was flooded from the aforementioned non-stop rain, I was still in a good mood.
Then I get to work, I actually have work to do, which is shocking in and of itself, and sad that I enjoy actually having work to do. Then, my bosses' boss, the guy you want to sign the letter of recommendation because his title is important (a) tells me my legal writing is pretty good [which I think is a compliment] (b) offers me a job (c) if I don't want to work for him after school, he will get me interviews with firms that may hire me instead!
That's like the trifecta of good things when it comes to legal jobs. What more could I ask for? [Besides a magical summer subsidy that would appear in my hands tomorrow]
What am I going to do with my Tuesday now? Somehow the week has to get better, can it get better? I should buy a lottery ticket. It was that kinda Monday.
Thursday, June 22, 2006
DAMMIT
Adding to my intense feeling of hatred for life and its many twists is the aggravation that Blogger and the goddamn internet is giving me right now. As if I didn’t have enough problems right now, stupid technology has to complicate things.
I dare someone to call me right now, because man, would I pick a fight about nothing that would inevitably end up in me hanging up on you because you’re being ridiculous and for god’s sake, grow up and let’s discuss this like adults. If I was drunk I would totally call up an ex and rehash everything he did wrong in a relationship that was over years ago. I feel like this is an anger that can only be resolved by getting something tattooed. However, being 400 miles away from the tattoo artist I trust is only adding to my level of frustration.
Good thing I am not going to work tomorrow, because I will undoubtedly be in a really bad mood tomorrow too and I should really avoid all contact with people that I want to speak to later in my life. It’s probably a good thing that we don’t have any alcohol in the house right now either.
I really need to work on my anger management skills – this entire post sounds really unhealthy. But the first step is admitting you have a problem…. So here it goes. I AM ANGRY!
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
Life Lessons #7839
I am not a keg party kinda girl. I can bullshit my way through any cocktail party, but take me out of my element and I'm back in 1st grade where I sat in the corner and was quiet so I didn't get in trouble. This was actually precipitated by getting detention my first day of first grade because I got tricked into swearing and was immediately told on. Funny how that lead to years of me being the quiet little girl in back row, swearing under my breath at the stupid teacher.
I am ready to be swept off my feet, and I'm not settling for anything less. I'm 25 dammit. After years of dating guys because it was fun to have a boyfriend, I'm ready to date someone I'm in love with. I don't have much patience for guys now. Either they get it or they don't. And I'm not waiting around for them to figure it out.
Despite my NY sensibility and deep rooted sense of self-assuredness, I do not like walking alone to find a cab at 1 AM. I also do not enjoy being shushed by a cab driver, that's just ridiculous. If you don't want me to tell you where I live, then you better have some extraordinary ESP skills. If not, you're not getting a tip for being rude to me.
I intensely dislike 1Ls. It was bound to happen, and dealing with a bunch of them as summer interns where I've already been interning for 6 months is starting to get on my nerves. By the end of the summer they better wisen up or I'm going to slap at least one of them.
I'm sure this will be a summer of revelations, so stayed tuned to me figuring out what you already know about me, and were just afraid to tell me. I promise I'll tone down the death stare, unless of course you're being stupid, in which case I'll just swear at you under my breath. I've gotten pretty good at it in the last 20 years!