Stripper Hands

Blondie just said, "I don't have stripper hands." She was commenting on the seductive way that I put on my sunglasses. Yes, I can finally wear sunglass. This spectacle-free existence is quite nice. I'm loving it. Today I managed to spend almost 8 hours at the law school and got nothing done. Absolutely nothing. I can't really say that I'm proud of that, but it beats working my ass off. Oh wait - I did work my ass off. My slackerific job in the library didn't promise to be so slackerific today. We had meeting rooms that were double booked and instructors who didn't show. Not cool people! You'd think that all these law types would be able to sift through red tape and actually do things right, but that is apparently way too much to ask.

Right now I'm headed off to my very first ever belly dancing class. I'm so fucking excited. Oh, and I rented Pooh's Heffalump Halloween Movie. Don't tell anyone, but Taz says he loves to cuddle and watch Pooh movies with me. Totally romantic. So much so it makes me want to barf.

A sad, sad day!

Apparently the world does not revolve around me, like I previously thought. It revolves around CK. She drew a diagram to show me.

The Bar Exam

The bar exam is going to cost me almost $4,000 to take. Today I signed up for the MPRE, the PMBR, BarBri, and I applied for a loan to pay for all that shit. I found out that I have a final and my graduation during my 6 day PMBR and that I can't leave to drive home to Texas until December 23rd at 3pm. I am some how going to have to figure out how to pack, study for finals, prepare for the bar exam, and clean out my apartment all within a very limited time.

I think I'm going to have to start studying now for my finals and packing up my house. I also realized that I have 8 more weekends in town before I move (I'm not including a few weekends where I'm going to be visiting my folks and my nephews). That is completely insane. I'm going to have to come up with a schedule where I pack up a couple boxes a week and make sure that I'm outlining as classes happen.

To go back to the first topic, I'm poor. I have less than $6.00 in my checking account and less than 2 bucks in my wallet. Tomorrow I promised the girls I'd go drinking with them. Cover is 2 bucks so I'm going to have to raid my laundry jar and pay in quarters. Sad, but I'm not yet to the stage of depriving myself of fun activities. I guess I'll be the DD since that is cheaper than drinking.

Today my left eye has started twitching. Is it stress?

I decided that I was not going to prepare for my last class today. We don't have tests in that class and we aren't graded on participation, so why prepare?

Oh, and more on the subject of being poor, I am very hungry right now even though I ate homemade pot roast for lunch (yum). One of the law societies I'm in is having a meeting in a little bit and they have pizza. Yay for school providing me with free meals.

I think I need to go home and take a nice long bubble bath. Less stress is best!

Changing the Outside doesn't Change the Inside

Yesterday I went on a quest to change my appearance a little bit. I didn't do it because I was dissatisfied with how I currently look; I did it because I needed a change.

The first thing I did was get a haircut. Granted it was only a trim, but it felt good to get those split ends outta there. A couple months ago I switch from Pantene hair products to Suave to save a couple bucks. I guess the "Can you tell?" campaign fooled me. But then I started to notice split ends. I never get split ends, so I figured it had to be the crappy hair products I was using. So I just want to say to the Suave company: "Yes, Motherfuckers. I can tell!"

The next thing I did was go get contacts. I had wanted contacts for years and finally had the incentive to go get them. The last two times I got a new eye exam was right before I went to Europe and I didn't want to wear contacts for the first time in Europe, so I had to go without. This week I finally needed new glasses and didn't have an impending trip to Europe preventing me from getting contacts. I wish I had an impending trip to Europe, but I guess the world is full of gives and takes. The lady at the eye doctor was really nice. She was teaching me how to put in my contacts and take them out. She made me put them in, take them out, put them in, take them out, and put them in again. After the first round of put them in/take them out, I felt like I had just been through a grueling workout. It was so difficult. I almost got frustrated to the point of crying, but somehow managed to leave the office tear free. I'd not have been so lucky if I were premenstrual. I kept thinking to myself, "How can I be so smart, graduate from law school in two and a half years, be a 911 dispatcher, have a long distance relationship work for almost 2 years, and not be smart enough to put in a pair of contacts?" Well, in the end I managed to do it. I have to say that taking the contacts out last night was easier than it had been at the eye doctors. I don't know if that is because I had had practice or because I didn't have someone watching me.

Then I met up with ABW and Blondie. ABW's first comment was "cute". Then she proceeded to tell me that I needed to start wearing makeup since I was more exposed without glasses. I have to admit I was a little pissed, but that passed and I went to the store last night and got new mascara, eye shadow, and foundation (is a pressed powder still a foundation? That is how little I know about makeup). I will wear those with lip gloss, and lip stick if I'm really ambitious, but I draw the line at lip or eye liner.

Blondie's first comment was "cute" and then she proceeded to tell me that I needed to get my eyebrows waxed. Again I was pissed. I still haven't decided whether or not I'm going to cave on this one, but I'm leaning toward no. I like my bushy eyebrows and I don't want to add another step to my beauty regimen. So There! I'll probably cave before the end of next week. :(

So speaking of beauty regimen, my morning routine just got a lot longer since I added makeup and contacts to it. Oh, and I was told that I absolutely had to wear my hair down, so that adds another few minutes to the regimen too. This morning I had planned on getting up 15 minutes earlier to see how much of this new routine I could squeeze into 15 minutes. It didn't really turn out the way I'd have liked. Somehow I managed to oversleep and not get up until 34 minutes AFTER I was supposed to punch in at work. Beauty regimen just walked out the door. I walked out of my door without a shower, contacts, makeup, or my hair down. Sad. However I did manage to make it to work and punch-in in less than 16 minutes.

The whole being late thing is especially ironic since I got an e-mail from my boss 2 days ago telling me that he was impressed with my work and that I was getting a raise. Of course the first person I saw when I walked into work today would be him and of course I was late to the first shift I worked since the notice about the raise. I have never been more than 15 minutes late before. Today I was 50. So like the title says, I can change the outside (or try with proper time) and the inside won't change for shit.

On a good note the Aggies won last night. The game was Too Close For Comfort but I guess a win is a win. Gig 'em Aggies!

EtOH

Last night I went out to the bar for a friend's birthday. It was a blast! We started drinking just after 5pm and didn't stop till after midnight. I drank 3 double long islands and 2 bacardi & diets, not counting the sips of Blonde's long island that I snagged. I was lit. We even moved the party from one bar to another. At the second, we danced completely retardedly on the empty dance floor and I flirted with a guy wearing a tu (University of Texas for non-Aggies) hat. I had to have been fucking drunk to do that!

I had to somehow get to work this morning at 8am and let me tell you, that was a feat. My car was on campus and I couldn't just leave it there because it was in a reserved from 9a-5p spot. My car would have been towed. So I had to walk to the bus stop in the rain, catch the bus for the first time since law school started, go rescue my car and drive to work. I somehow, miraculously managed to only punch in 9 minutes late. I fucking rule!

The birthday girl e-mailed me this morning letting me know that she woke up with puke on her shirt, her face on the toilet seat, and her hair swimming in the bowl. She had the same amount to drink as I did and she is half my size. I'm just glad that I had an easier fate.

As soon as I get off of work today (4pm) I'm going to head home and watch the 2nd half of the 3rd season of 24. All of it. The only break I'm going to take is to maybe get dinner (although cooking some mac and cheese is a more likely route) and picking ABW up from the airport. I can't fucking wait.

At some point I should pick up some books, but for now I'm enjoying my long weekend. Perhaps Sunday I'll wake up at a decent hour and spent 10 or 12 hours buried in my con law book. That class has entirely too much reading.

Oh, and while I watch 24, I'm going to upload all of my cd's onto Itunes and synch my Ipod for the first time in 6 months, make playlists, and get all my music organized. Yay!

Wal-mart free for 31 days and counting...

About Law School

I realized I haven't blogged about law school specifically since I started classes again. Perhaps that says something in and of itself, but I digress...

This is my last semester and I am taking 12 credits. I'm taking Con Law, Wills & Trusts, and 2 health law classes. It is actually a nice balance of classes and taking only 12 credits is going to be a nice break. I have previously taken 15, 14, 18, and 16.

My Con law class is relatively delightful. I have read most of the cases in previous classes and so I feel like I have a leg up on some of the other kids in my class. Also, my professor has a systematic way of asking questions and briefing cases. This makes my class preparation much less stressful since I know what kind of questions he'll ask. That is if I do my preparation. Today I did not. I was sitting in class trying to read ahead just in case he did call on me and praying that I wouldn't be called on. I was talking to a friend about it and she said that when she doesn't prepare for class, she gets tiny butterflies in her stomach every time the prof moves on to a new case. And as soon as he called out a name that wasn't hers, she'd breathe a sigh of relief. This is a very accurate description of my emotions today in class. I was fortunate not to be called on and will do my best not to try my luck again in the future. The more names he calls out that aren't mine, the more likelihood that mine is next on the list. I'm a 3L and really should know better than this.

More about some of my other classes later.

Currently I am in the computer lab and am surrounded by fellow law students. I realize more every day how little I like these people. I am getting less tolerant and bitchier everyday. I even told someone that his presence wasn't ABSOLUTELY mutually exclusive with having fun. I'm sinking lower every day.

chugging along

This weekend I went to Wal-Mart. Well, I didn't personally choose to go to Wal-Mart, but I drove a car-less friend there because I am a nice friend. I did not spend a dime. I was very proud of my self-restraint. Honestly it was not as difficult as I had expected.

I also went canoeing this weekend. It was a blast. Canoeing is very peaceful and relaxing and the river was empty which added to the blissful surroundings. I'm trying to clear my calendar for this Saturday so that I can go again. Doubtful.

I took my boyfriend to Blondie's parents house so that we could go fishing and enjoy a smore-filled bonfire. The evening was quite enjoyable. I managed to catch 2 fish, one of which was a big mouth bass. Taz caught nothing and that made me feel like a champ. I somehow managed to obtain well over a dozen mosquito bites without noticing. However, 24 hours later I was in complete misery. I have 6 mosquito bites just on the smallest 3 toes on my left foot. Last night I was in such itching pain that, while walking, I would step with my right foot and drag my left so as to scratch the top of it on the rug. SAD!!! Taz thought that Blondie's dad looks like Billy Bob Thornton. I passed that information along to Blondie and she got slightly defensive and proceeded to say, "Well, to white people, all black people look the same too." I relayed that comment back to Taz and he thought that was just the funniest thing he'd heard in a long time.

Yesterday was a fabulous day! I managed to sit on my butt and watch 8 hours of the third season of 24. I didn't have to work and was prepared for all 3 of my classes. Nice! My goal is to finish the rest of this season of 24 before Saturday night. I have 12 hours left to see.

law school, med school, and more

Law school is going fairly well so far. I've kept up with all my reading, been outlining for my classes, and even taking notes in half of my classes. I have already given my one presentation for the semester and I have no long, grueling papers ahead of me.

I waited for yesterday to come forever. I had no obligations. None - zip - zero. It was fabulous. I leasurely got up around 10a and then meandered over to the law school. I spent 7 hours in the library working on my medical school applications, but just knowing that I could leave at any time was liberating. I went home, watched a couple of episodes of Murder She Wrote, talked to my boy for an hour and then went to sleep. No obligations = bliss.

Today I have 9 hours of commitments and then have to go home and clean and do laundry. I always feel obligated to clean my house when Taz is coming over. I don't want him to see what kind of slob I am. To be honest though, I'm only a slob when I live by myself. My entire college days were spent with roomates and a spotless home. So he has nothing to worry about.

I had this tiny (3.3oz) Dannon yogurt drink this morning and it was really yummy. Also, I am not hungry yet, 3 hours after I drank it. Usually I am starving unless my breakfast is over 200 calories. So I'm pretty stoked. Plus, anything that is good for you and is yummy is a bonus.

I would like the world to know that as of today I am 26 days Wal-mart free. I vowed to myself (and some others to keep me in check) that I would not shop at Wal-mart ever again. I knew that they were evil, but it was a vice that I was not really ready to give up. Well I've given up and I feel like I'm a much better person because of it. They should have wal-mart addict recovery groups - like AA groups.

Guilt and sour feelings!

This weekend I was less than a mile from the largest site of evacuees, the Astrodome. I didn't really see too much action. There were lots of cops around, mostly to direct non-existent traffic. The signs outside the dome said that "volunteers turn right" and "no donations accepted. I guess they had too many people just dropping shit off. One guy brought a truck full of BBQ but since he wasn't Red Cross approved, they didn't let him share his stock. Sad, but I suppose understandable from a liability point of view. The guilt mentioned above is due to the fact that I didn't volunteer any of my time while I was down there. That makes me sad now.

I did have a fairly good weekend though. I rented a storage unit and put all of my stuff in it. I donated 7 trash bags full of clothes, 1 trash bag full of shoes, and tons of other assorted stuff (backpacks, tote bags, sleeping bag, house wares, etc). My parents can no longer complain that my shit is cluttering up their house. Now they have to deal with their own shit - and they have a lot of shit. I even put a desk and a table out for the "large trash collection" day and people came by and picked them up almost immediately. Yay! Flylady is right. Bless others with your clutter and you will be blessed in return. I feel good about giving my shit away. Oh, and a lot of it was really good shit. I had like 4 pairs of jeans with tags still on them from gap, express, and old navy.

I went to College Station to visit a friend and had a blast. We went shopping and I got a watch that I had wanted forever. I also got a sweater for $6 and some really good hair product stuff (cheap is good, but discontinued is bad). They were supposed to get New Orleans refugees at reed arena and my friend and I were going to staff a first aid station there, but the refugees didn't make it there before I had to leave town. The best part of the weekend was probably the fact that my friend asked me to be her maid of honor. I'm totally psyched but I have to do some research because I have absolutely no idea what responsibilities and duties go along with that title. Anyone know?

I came back yesterday and have not really done anything. My cat threw up twice while I was gone, so I had to clean that up and I've been doing reading for my classes. It pretty much sucks. I think I'm just in a bad mood cause I have to work all day and then go to class. I can't wait for this weekend! I'll have 4 days with NOTHING to do except go to work for 9 hours. Plus none of my friends are going to be here. I'm going to watch murder she wrote, get my med school secondaries done, and go hiking. Those are my 3 goals for this weekend. I can't wait!