Thoughts and a triumphant return

I such a bad blogger. Oopie! But considering the fact that getting my booty to the library to do philosophy reading won't be happening mighty soon, thought I'd do something semi-productive, amirite?

OK, so I just had kinda sorta an epiphany. Well, basically I realized that I should just shut the fuck up when it comes to post-grad plans -- because I do have a rather good option on my plate. Maybe I should stop crying about whether or not I should go to law school or try to find a job/internship, because some of my friends don't have any options at all! I'm surprised they haven't choked me yet, quite honestly.

Even now as I write this though, I'm still not 100 percent sold on law school. I wish it was all like a logic proof, but sadly, it's not. There's not one clear cut answer. On the one hand, I'd save myself a helluva a lot of time and effort not applying for internships. I'm a second-semester senior, honestly I just want to do my homework as quickly as possible and do a lot of weeknight drinking. Also, going off on the matter of wasting time, that would turn all of my LSAT preparation (all two times of it!) into a big waste of time. Although, since in the real world things do change and don't always go according to plan, that means theoretically something probably was a big waste of time.

Moving home isn't the worst thing in the world. I mean, it's not like I'm from Bumsville, middle of nowhere, USA. As much as I like the mid-atlantic region of Richmond/D.C., it is COLD. It snowed (not a lot though) in the middle of the night, and it's almost April for goodness sake. New Orleans, although cold enough to satisfy my winter wardrobe cravings, is certainly balmier. And I've got the art of hair straightening down to a science so my puffy locks of high school are dunzo. And on the other hand, who says I have to STAY in NOLA once I'm through with school? Yes, Civil Code versus Common Law yada yada, but you can technically take the bar exam in any state, really. A big headache I'm sure but seriously what isn't these days.

Also -- lawyers make BANK. Am I motivated by money? Yes. Am I ashamed? Only a little. Could I eventually make the big buck$ doing something else? Possibly. But my vision of 10, 20 years down the road as working in a PR firm is a bit hazy. But I can clearly see myself being a lady lawyer. And if I don't end up meeting my dreamboat (Jewish doctors/lawyers I am still looking, but I'll take anyone seriously) I want to be able to support myself and be able to afford to go on singles cruises ya know?*

Wow. I think WAY too much. About things like these and what I'm going to eat for dinner, not about ConLaw or Philosophy or what not.

*Um, that's a joke. Patti Stanger says those things are no way to meet a man. I need to be a millionaire so I can join her Millionaire's Club, really.

Return

Hello blogworld - I'm back! And this is my 100th post, too. Excitement, right?!

I love this cat. He was on my birthday card and he is so excited for life. I keep it on my desk because this kitty makes me happy! He's da best, if a bit blurry.

So college is winding down. Fast. Graduation is three months away. A quarter of a year. Going from college to, well, not-college, is going to mean a ton of big changes. But I feel like the big changes have already started happening.

I'm not sure when it happened, but slowly but surely I have become a better version of myself. Not to put my old self down, but I'm more confident and more comfortable with myself. Case in point - I just came back from the gym. On a Friday night. Old me would never have done that. Because it's not "cool" to go to the gym at that time. But who cares! When I walked through the doors I realized that I wasn't going to be judged by anyone. Because after all, anyone who saw me working out was choosing to go to the gym at an uncool time as well! Instead of drinking too many empty calories (which I did Thursday and most likely will be doing tomorrow) I burned them off. Win!

If someone invited me hang out with them, would I? For sure! But I'm just as fine staying in by myself, I've come to realize. Especially since I have two episodes of Glee to catch up on.

I want ...

My 22nd birthday is coming up on Tuesday. Besides being an excuse to eat cake and be the center of attention and all that great stuff, my birthday also signals the chance for new beginnings.

Like New Year's, I look at birthdays as a fresh slate of sorts. Maybe because it's literally a new number, but I like to use these days as jumping off points -- maybe re-invention is too strong a term, but I like that I can tweak the things I'm not happy with. Although I believe every day is a chance to start over and be your best self, it's fun to start a new year and a new age with the right attitude.

The experts say instead of resolutions you should choose goals; tangible things you can measure progress for and achieve. I don't have any real goals for my year of being 22, but rather, things I want in my life.

I want to give myself great manicures.

I want to keep my room clean.

I want to concentrate while studying and not let my mind wander.

I want to write more.

I want to cook.

I want to end the fat talk and learn to love my body.

I want to become better at making small talk.

I want to spend both quality time with my friends and by myself.

I want to go to bed knowing that I accomplished something, no matter how small, with my day.