Thursday, December 9, 2010

From buffalo wings and vodka....


ADDENDUM TO THE MODEL PENAL CODE
PART II. DEFINITION OF SPECIFIC CRIMES
OFFENSES AGAINST THE LAW SCHOOL 



§ 260.0. Definitions. 

In Sections 260-265, unless a different meaning plainly is required:

(1) “law student” means a person who has been born and appears to be alive, but has had their soul sucked out through their nose;

(2) “exam” means any officially administered question or set of questions that causes physical pain, illness, impairment of cognitive function, or abnormal bodily response;

(3) “abnormal bodily response” may include headache, indigestion, night sweats, cerebral hemorrhaging, crippling psychic pain, persistent numbness, and a constant questioning of self-worth, as well as any other protracted loss or impairment of the function of any bodily member or organ, or, uh, herpes;

(4) “deadly weapon” means any firearm, device or instrument, which in the manner it is used or is intended to be used is known to be capable of producing death or serious bodily injury;

(5) “gunner” means any law student who, through conduct or appearance, induces in others the strong desire to use a deadly weapon;

6) “platypus” means a small amphibious Australian mammal noted for its odd combination of primitive features and special adaptations, especially the flat, almost comical bill that early observers thought was that of a duck sewn onto the body of a mammal;

(7) “chickenshit” refers to any statute or judicial decision that is poorly formulated or ill-conceived, or, alternatively, to pretty much anything at all;

(8) “outline” means a well-structured encapsulation of course material that you will never finish compiling in time, and will instead be forced to acquire by means of

a) monetary compensation;
b) sexual gratification; or
c) outright theft;

(9) “study” refers to any activities involving a law student’s laptop, including those that have no actual relation to the law itself.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

to each and every one of you....

to every woman who has ever been raped....


I salute you.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

They call me mellow yellow....

A friend of mine tweeted his color personality so I decided to do mine. Yellow is my FAVORITE color...


The color of happiness, wisdom and imagination, Yellow is chosen by the mentally adventurous, searching for novelty and self-fulfillment. Yellow usually goes with a sunny and shrewd personality, with a good business head and a strong sense of humor. It is the color of intellectuality and all things to do with the mind. Yellow folks are usually clear and precise thinkers who have a good opinion of their own mental capacities and who have lofty ideals. They may at times tend to shun responsibility, preferring freedom of thought and action.Yellow represents the color of the sun, vitality, power & ego.. but it’s not a great indicator of romance.  Watch out for self-centered, “me first” energy when someone prefers yellow to the rest of the rainbow.




Ha! Me self-centered in a relationship? Who could they be talking about? Not the girl who decided she'd rather be single than think about giving her up career... 


of course this is me. 

Friday, November 12, 2010

Let the music play...

Throughout our time together I've mentally dedicated so many songs to you.

Songs about liking you.
Songs about kissing you.
Songs about hating you.

Each moment had a song that I felt like was just for us.... then today a song played just as you messaged me. I turned it down so I could focus on you and how much I didn't want to focus on you. How I wanted you to just disappear because every single time you come back it's just another cut. It just plain hurts. It hurts and I'm reminded of every single time we looked or talked or touched and I just don't have the strength to deal. We parted ways I turned back up my music and Toni said to me what I've been dying to tell you all along....

I see a girl you took advantage of
You see a girl that you cannot forget
I see a man that I cannot forgive

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

So I tried out for trial team at school.... Part 3

So I tried out for trial team at school....

So after countless attempts to get 14 minutes of monologue down I figured this was going to fail and I would just go in having memorized the gist and pray it worked. So I dawned my three-piece suite and moseyed on down to the law school. Went to the table where they were taking names and said HELLO- MY NAME IS NUMBER XXX. Giant smile on my face... ready to give it my best.  I met my competitor and she looks something like this:
I don't like mean people when I'm trying to be nice. So I decided I would go for her throat. That round worked out well for me, but somehow during that whole trial I kept thinking to myself... this is so not amusing. I'm missing Gossip Girl. Did I also mention it WASN'T in the cool school courtroom? I was so not pleased. 

So I tried out for trial team at school....

So two days later I had my time to play prosecutor. I was going to go in there and make this woman feel sorry she EVER murdered her husband... turns out- I suck at prosecution. After working so hard to understand the defense's side I just felt bad for the woman. I really thought her daughter did it but I couldn't say that.  Well after not liking the defenses position. After sucking at prosecution I was about over all this trial team stuff. Well mental me... adrenaline must win me? She was gung-ho. 

So I sat around on my bed friday morning- the day results for round 2 (out of 3) would be announced... and just talked to myself. I had been running ragged without much sleep. My school work was taking the L and I was just snappy. So mental me beat adrenaline me out and we decided we'd had enough of this tournament. Only this tournament is binding and they gave us an out before week 1. So I thought to myself ok self- you probably won't make it but should you... let's flail around like a fish outta water.

Then it was like God heard me being a bitch again. We got an email that gave us the opportunity to drop out before round 2 without penalty. So I sat there- still staring at my toes and said well self make sure you want to quit before you send this email. In fact self you should sleep on this... wake up at 4 and the answer will be revealed before the 5pm deadline. Guess who woke up at 6:37pm? Guess who was stuck in the second round?



Monday, November 1, 2010

So I tried out for trial team at school.... Part 2


So I tried out for trial team at school...

So I decide that I'm going to give it my all. I'm the prodigy of a courtroom shark who trained under the greatest wordsman the courtroom has ever seen (hint: if the glove don't fit....)- this is in my geeeenes.
So I sit down that weekend, do some research and come up with the greatest opening known to man for the prosecution. Rather the greatest opening for the greatest opening.  I'm so ridiculously proud of myself for that paragraph of hard work that I decide to leave it alone... this should of been a sign no? 

So I tried out for trial team at school...

So we get our first schedule and I'm like oh...shit. I do defense first. Have I even thought of defense? Of course not! I'm the Jack McCoy of the courtroom not the sleazy Gloria Allred. So I sit down and prepare myself to focus. I'm determined to work through my propensity to be distracted by shiny things... grab a glass of merlot and get to cracking. And there. there is the most genius work every written (by a sloshed 1L on a saturday evening before a monday trial). So all that is left is memorization. I get entirely too excited right now because after years of acting if it's something I can do well it's memorize.

welp... apparently not.

Thursday, October 28, 2010

So I tried out for trial team at school.... Part 1

So I tried out for trial team at school...


Let me preface this short tale by saying that when I applied to law school I decided that I would be CBEO (courtroom by emergency only). I think that what occurs on Law&Order is cool and all but it's just not where my heart is.

So I tried out for trial team at school...

I know however that apparently making a team is a great honor bestowed. It makes you look kinda cool and sets you apart from other students who look just like you. I thought Moot Court was my style til I figured out it involved writing and well- I hate legal writing. So then I thought well this will be cool to try. And well let's admit it- I'm an asshole and all the people on tv are assholes. Plus- we have an AWESOME courtroom at school I wanted to argue in it.

So I tried out for trial team at school...

Well... first a learned what tryouts consisted of. A big packet of information that we had to boil down into an opening and closing. Now what exactly is an opening and closing? Hell if I know. I'm a first year.... I just grasped the term "tortfeasor" without cracking up. So they shove us into a room where I'm surrounded by my friends and classmates. All us eager 1Ls willing to see if we've got the stuff to be big mean courtroom attorneys. They give us details on what an opening and closing should look like. Tell us how to stand and send us on our little happy way. Now some of my friends quickly decided that this was entirely too much and not what they wanted and dropped rank. Oh but not me.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

**blank**

We both have things to do.... I push my casebook to the side so he can get a better view of my face.

We both remark how awesome that summer was. How it started out so cordial. So full of expected niceties. How it all changed with a kiss on a crowded tube. How we couldn't get away from each other. He's talking and I'm thinking. Thinking about the way he smells, and how his arms feel. The little brown mole right below his wrist. His smile....

Santorini. I snap back.

White buildings, blue skies that kiss the ocean. Feet kicked up over the Aegean sampling fava and grape leaves... enjoying glasses of wine as the sun goes down. Running through the narrow streets of Thira, climbing to the heavens at Imerorvigli and dancing the night away on the cliffs at Oia.

This is the us that I try not to forget. The reminder that great love does exists. But try too hard and this is all I remember. I don't remember standing in the rain watching his car leave the airport. I don't remember words said that never deserved to cross the threshold of my brain. I certainly don't remember looking at each other with hate.

Sometimes I just wish we were back to that moment at Picadilly... surrounded by hundreds and only seeing each other. If only we could stay there forever.

Monday, October 25, 2010

The Musings of a Self-Absorbed 1L: Part Five

How to succeed in law school....


a) don't go. seriously... stop studying for the LSAT. Stop writing your essay. Just turn around and do something else. You wanna help people? Build fucking huts in Namibia. Want to make money? Become a porn star / socialite. This route is not the yellow brick road to anything.

b) if it's too late for (a), be certain to drop out before the tuition needs to be returned. That percentage drops quickly so you must move fast. Don't waste time trying to make a decision- that is what all the other people in law school will do. And they will not succeed.

c) ultimately you were foolish and didn't do (a). Then you refused to listen to me about (b)- or perhaps you just stumbled upon this in November... or second semester. Either way- (c) is for everyone. Use these precious three years to impress upon your classmates your usefulness as a womb, child rearer, chef, and housekeeper. When you have located a classmate who seems as though he (she) will be able to provide you with a lifestyle that meets your needs... hone in. Hone in homey and find a way to exchange rings. Of course if you are male you will have to overcome the stigma of the stay-at-home-dad but this is your full career now.... you will find a way.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Just in case you missed it...

I'm a ball of confusedness. Constantly confuddled.


I seriously don't mind not dating or being in a relationship until I'm older. I stick by my not before 30 rule for marriage. But geeeeeze I cannot stand finding a guy I think could be right for me (or at least great to get to know at minimum) and not being able to make it work. Meanwhile I'm pigeon holed at school with absolutely no choices and nobody to flirt with (which I love to do)... and I'm afraid of course that if I do find someone to flirt with who has a good personality (but not so much my type of guy) that I'll send him the wrong message.

Oh wait I did that.

Sigh... only 940+ days right?

Monday, October 11, 2010

frustration at it's greatest

I just am no good at getting at a guy.
No good at reading signals so I would just rather just sit back and hope things fall into my lap. But we both know that ain't happening.

I've been hoping that this guy I'm feeling will speak up or give me flashing neon signs. But that ain't happenin.
I've gotten lucky and unlucky in like. I don't have an issue finding a guy to like me. My last two exes were great guys who weren't afraid to said what they wanted but it wasn't the right time for me. I went to law school hoping that I'd start a fresh and yet... I've been nothing short of disappointed. The guys interested in me- I'm not interested in. The guys I'm interested in? Well they don't exist there.

And I'm frustrated. I just want someone. Someone to talk to. Someone to trust. Someone to hug. Someone to visit. I just sigh... I'm losing it.

Friday, October 8, 2010

Drunken Nights

Our best conversations come after a few shots of "bartender only knows"... before the night ends and people start pairing off we have these discussions. I should probably put quotations around it because it's more like a bunch of folks yelling their ideas at other folks. But if you're quiet and listen you'll catch some interesting tidbits of information.

Today's topic involved "how do you know when a woman is interested?" Well.. that's a good question. I personally think it's situational. Am I trying to get your attention in a bar? Are friends and I'm trying to take it further or do I simply see you around the way for a quick chat every now and a then? It's just a question that I always think I can answer until the time comes for me to do it. How would I indicate to the cutie in my class that I'm interested? Or the guy I bbm with? How about a friend? I just don't know. I've tried to think of ways to do it that clearly say... HEY YOU- YEAH I'M OVER HERE- PAY ATTENTION!!!!!!! but it never comes out so clearly that way. Perhaps their should be a way of indicating perhaps both sexes should clearly come out and say hey- i like you.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

The Musings of a Self-Absorbed 1L: Part Four

1. Memos suck. They suck hard like vacuum cleaners. They mostly suck because of bluebooking. And let me tell you- you thought citing your papers in undergrad/high school sucked. Try figuring out what initials are appropriate for each state. Oh you thought it was IL? Naw playa it's Ill. Make sure the period has the right spaces -_-

2. Boys suck harder. Thought he was cute, he thought I was cute. We promised to talk and then BAM... find out around the way he has a "girl." Now apparently girl is code for a whole shit basket of things but I'm not trying to be a part of any of it.

3. My BBM is awesome. Every time I'm sad I look to my friends on BBM and let them cheer me up. I get ones that range from how rude I can be to my friend's relationship drama. I swear friends are the greatest resource you can have.

4. The treadmill and I have a love hate relationship. I always get on there with big dreams of running a 5k and the maximum I've been hitting is 2.5k this week-but hey bad exercise is better than no exercise right?

5. I'd also like to point out that my relationship with wardrobe has improved. I'm literally fitting into a smaller clothes that I thought I'd never wear. Kinda makes me happy.

ok I lied it REALLY makes me happy.

6. Finally this weekend is fall break. It has many meanings. One: going to home to chicago. Two: Seeing my mommy and my friends. Three: It's time to officially start outlining for december exams.  Four: Trial team tryouts are only a couple of weeks away. Oh yes shit hits the fan. You thought I was MIA here before.... check me out November 1st. I've already been hitting up lululemon and vs pink to make sure I look good in the library.

I mean it would be nice to come out with that JD/MRS dual-degree.

Friday, October 1, 2010

Outtie 5000...

mi dun. mi dun. mi dun. 

I'm tired of being proactive. I got shit to do. I'm turning reactive. 



... but just riddle me this- you got a girl but you tryna kick it? Did you think I wouldn't find out? smh. smh. smh. 

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Basically.

Him.I.Want.

mentally.physically.emotionally.

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Eyes closed

He was always my back up. My number 2.
I didn't know it but I suspect he did. Every time we sat down and I had to fight to let the words "i like you" flow freely from my mouth I'd watch him. Watch him stare at me knowing the routine was going to be the same. I'd say how I felt. He'd watch me and we'd both slide back into a world without words. Saying yes with our lips and holding full conversations with tongues. It was easier like this you know? Easier to let our bodies melt over bringing up the same issues time and time again and finally resolving them.

The resolution meant the end to us.

Although he was my plan B- and I didn't know it- I just knew that I couldn't lose him. That even as words begged to be released between the gasping breaths of air we were taking that one word too many and we were done. We couldn't face what it would mean to know the truth. For the illusion to shatter. Or was it just me? Every time he looked at me it was like he could see something in me that I couldn't. A skill I was lacking and a truth that he was protecting me from.

Now that I know that he comes second and every other man comes first what do I say? How do I explain that every moment when I was let down it was him that came to mind. That during the happy moments he was no where to be found, but on the way down the ladder he was right there to sweep me off my feet.


Even now. With him as my alternative... I'd rather keep my eyes closed than lose him.

Monday, September 20, 2010

Something New

I have never been a patient child. I was blessed with a lot but the ability to just sit by and let things pan out was never in the cards for me. This of course is a blessing in many aspects of my life- my career being one. This is also a wrecking ball for relationships.

This goes doubly when you consider that I like him. I really do like him. The smile he puts on my face. How things remind him of me. Our complete and utter randomness. I want to be me and put it out there. I want to push all of these societal regulations to the side and say how I just want to spend a friday wrapped up in his arms.

But apparently this isn't how things work. This makes me look silly and if you know anything else about me besides my lack of patience- I have a low tolerance for being made out to be a fool. So I sit here and twiddle my thumbs in hope that I'll learn a new skill this week.  That being a little less now-me will have a great effect on future-me. That he'll get the courage up to say what I'm thinking.

Cheers to patience.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams...

I love a crush as much as I hate a crush.


Half of me likes the game and the figuring everything out. How excited you get about witty banter, and disguised text. The other half of me is like oh ALRIGHT already!

Then a realized the part of me excited to move forward is the part of me that lies in my skirt.

I'm really trying to think with my heart and not with my head or my loins but dammit- those two are aggressive little personalities and my poor heart sits in the corner like a kid who just ate paste.

I guess we're all just little works in progress huh?

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

I can't date you- you blog too much.

Blogging- it's the new forum for shit talking.

You can say anything you want on a page whether it be true or not and your readers will follow you for the ride. Of course it's more therapeutic if you tell the truth- but I'm talking about those his story, her story, and the truth type blogs.

Not all dating is upfront.You get to know each other- figure out where you fall on the "I like you scale"- and if both sides agree, well you move on from there. Those moments however when you're gauging each other and sending texts/bbms and calling each other you have to be careful with how strong you come on.

You really have to be careful when the object of your affection is a blogger. And a popular one.

You begin to worry that you aren't witty enough- and it will become a blog topic. Or that you talk too much- and it will become a blog topic. Or that something about you irks him/her the wrong way - and you become a blog topic. We won't even go into what occurs when you date and if you break up. Yeesh.

So I'm curious- people who write really successful blogs...do they not date their readers or do they not tell new people that they blog. Are we better off not knowing what inspirations we have in the cybersphere? Nothing sucks more than a 1,000 people commenting on a situation and that situation is named y-o-u.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

when life hands you lemons...

When bar review is cancelled what do you do?

a) drink wine.

and

b) sing little raps from tv shows:

Donde, está, la biblioteca.
 Me llamo T-Bone La araña discoteca.
 Discoteca, muñeca, La biblioteca 
Está en bigotes grandes, el perro, manteca. 
Manteca, bigotes, gigante, pequeño
 la cabeza es nieve, cerveza es bueno. 
Buenos Dias, me gusta papas frĂ­as, 
los bigotes de la cabra Es Cameron Diaz.

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

The Musings of a Self-Absorbed 1L: Part Three

1.  One does not need an undergraduate education for law school. In fact- it's a hinderance. Let me tell you why. Everything you learned in undergrad does not apply in law school. Flushing out papers? Nope. Making logical sense? nah. Even words change you. You thought you knew what "defense" meant right? hahahaha. oh silly you.

2. I've identified several celebrities in my class. Newman from Seinfeld. The Numa Numa guy. And Sambo.

3. So the way seating worked in my 3 classes were the place you sat your 1st/2nd day of class became your permanent seating. So I'm relatively happy about my decisions minus crim. In crim I sit next to an exchange student who finds it necessary to ask me every class about what was said in class... first two times it was cool. We're headed into class 8 now -_-

4. There's a girl in my class who has picked up some administrative role in my class so she thinks she's queen of the class. Despite the fact that most people make fun of her/ find her annoying. Today she tried to be a smart-ass in countering my argument and the teacher shut.her.down. Wiped that little annoying smirk off of her face.

5. There's another girl with an annoying smirk who I consistently want to smack.  But she hangs out all alone during break times so I won't. I'm sure she's just coping with the fact that she has no friends :(

6. I haven't stuck to a schedule since day 1. I swear I'm going to do better. But at least I'm ahead right?

7. My teacher called me elle woods. in front of the whole class. as susie said: legally ginger? lol

Monday, August 30, 2010

in case you were curious....

Did you know you can be medicated for omniomania?

Do you know what omniomania is?

A shopping addiction.

----insert blank stare here----

someone suggested it to my mother. Lord help us all if I can't shop anymore.

Sunday, August 29, 2010

On my mind....

I hear the name or I see a photo...anything. Anything that takes me back to the nights spent wrapped up, and the smells and sights engulfing me. It makes my heart beat. Everything about London makes my heart beat right out of my chest.

It's like my soul is pulling me towards the city. That the city will not only compliment me but complete me. That's the one I've been waiting my whole life for. The only time I felt this way was as a kid sitting in my dad's lap and playing with my moms hands. I just felt that I belonged there. That's how I feel about London. I just feel like that is where I belong.

And one day. Just one day I'll be walking down basil street and I'll spy him. The man who makes my heart beat just as fast as this city does. I swear I can hardly wait.

Friday, August 27, 2010

to be self motivated.

I've always wanted to be successful- I've always been competitive. Even when I didn't want to work hard- I hated knowing that there were others doing better than I was. I say all this to say that my passion to do well has always inspired me to work- but never to work hard enough.

I've gotten at this crux in my life when everything is not just for games. High school- a game. Undergrad- a bit more serious but still a game. My masters? checkers. But now here I am in law school. This is it. Every move I make here is important. Every hour in my life just decides what 1,000 hours of my future looks like. I have to realize that until I take to heart the seriousness of what I'm doing here that I will fail. Yes, fail.

I've been fortunate. I've been so ridiculously fortunate that at times I realize that I have forgotten that I can't coast forever. Now my friends will tell you that my version of coasting is different from everybody else's but you know what? If i'm not at my best- I'm at my worst. Now that another birthday has rolled around and I'm creeping closer to 25- I have to remember what I want to do in life. The impact that I want to make. I don't just want to be rich or wealthy. I don't want to be famous. I want to make a change in this world. I sat around and studied my behind off for the LSAT so that I could start making steps towards where I belong. My law mentor very smartly told me that every time I want to take a breath or feel like I can't go on- I should remember why I'm in law school. Why I worked hard to get here. That statement has been such a push for me that I wrote it down on the top of every page of my journal but today I heard something that made me realize that as much as I want to live, eat, and dream those words- I'm just not there yet.

"until you want to be successful as much as you want to breathe- you will never be successful"

bam. I want it. I want it bad. But do I want it as much as I want to breathe? In the video, Sean talks about how when you have an asthma attack the only thing you think of is being able to breathe again (having had multiple attacks- he's certainly right)... Sean argues- that's how you should be with your success. When you are on your path the only thing you should be thinking about is what you're doing. Not partying, not romance, not tv... what is ahead of you. I'm not sure that I'm 100% convinced that you have to forego everything to eventually have it all I do remain in scheme with the thought. If I want to make a difference- I have to focus a lot more on what I'm doing now. On how important what I want to do is... how it's not just for me.

Looks like I've found a new project for me and God....

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

heck.to.the.yes.



Good thing New York loves me.

The Musings of a Self-Absorbed 1L: Part Two

1. Busy is the word. Run, Read, Class, Read, Run, Sleep. <--- add tweeting and food in there and I swear you have my schedule. One good thing? I am never bored.

2. I broke with up with the boyfriend. I could sit here and list a million and one reasons but truth of the matter is that I was looking for an escape since the moment I said yes, I'll be your girlfriend. I think he is an amazing guy. I loved our time together and I think it was great because we had no expectations past the summer. Or rather- I had no expectations so I ignored any signs he was showing. As usual I becoming emotionless elmira and realize that I'm trapped and want out. It's not fair to say that I always get claustrophobic in relationships- but if I get in them to make you happy.... it's going to be a problem. I've got to stop doing that! Anyhoo- we both realize that if we were to do the relationship we need less stressful life roles. Either I need to go back to my old job or he needs to become a houseboyfriend. Since neither is happening any time soon- ciao.

3. As to my **ahem** emo-ness this week. My bad yo. Sometimes I get caught off guard by people and you get to hear about it. Consider it a privilege. Caught off guard and drunk are often my clearest moments. Which I will later deny if ever asked.

4. Eff the socratic method. If you call on me once and I have the answer- MOVE ON. I swear I'm lucky I'm cute cuz today would have been awkward.

5. Although my 2nd bff getting married this week is a little unsettling- there are some FINE dark skin men in the 2L and 3L classes. Oh how old habits die hard :)

Friday, August 20, 2010

....

I hate the way I feel when I see you.
I hate the way we interact with each other.
I hate how I have to make sure everything I do relays the exact same message to you that I'm thinking.
I hate everything about us.

I just wish I didn't love to regret you.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Life ain't no crystal stair....

There's a girl in my legal skills section who is just plain annoying. I don't mean in that law school gunner (spent all night studying) annoying- I mean the I'm too good to be here with you peasants annoying.  She constantly looks bored, I overheard her on the phone today talking about how she needed a computer in order to have something else to do. Sigh. We get it- you are some super genius who Harvard just so accidently forgot off their acceptance list. But let's be honest- your first year of law school is basically the same ANYWHERE you go. There are 6 subjects you must know: torts, criminal, civil procedure, property, contracts, and constitutional law. Some schools will mix it up on you- but essentially you aren't very special  as a 1L. Let's also be frank- 6,532 people applied for 183 spots in this class. If you don't want to be here I'm pretty sure that someone from Washington & Lee would gladly take your spot - relieving the other 15 people in our class. So let's suck it up and don't ruin my orientation- k?

*******
Enough of ranting... I was reading an amazing post by my friend over at the 25 Project on praying to God but realizing the limitations of you as man. I was reminded how me ending up at my law school was the definition of asking the right questions and having faith in the answer you receive. Here was my response:

The entire time I was applying to law school I kept praying that God would get me into the law school I wanted to be at. I was talking to my ex about the situation and how I was really hoping that God would present me with the opportunity to go where I wanted and he said: why don't you ask God to put you where you need to be? I didn't get into the place that I wanted but I ended up with an offer I couldn't resist at a place where it seems (for now) I'm actually blessed to be. 


And that ladies and gentlemen is the reminder I'm holding with me this year. Especially as I'm burying my head in a 4 page case brief during orientation week.

Monday, August 16, 2010

To summarize my first day....

"Every day includes much more non-being than being. This is always so. One walks, eats, sees things, deals with what has to be done; the broken vacuum cleaner; ordering dinner; washing; cooking dinner. When it is a bad day the proportion of non-being is much larger."- Virginia Woolf




I was late. Twice. I've got homework I don't feel like doing. A gym I don't feel like going to. A hunger pain. Welcome to Monday. 

Sunday, August 15, 2010

The Musings of a Self-Absorbed 1L: Part One

1. When we were young orientation meant getting to know other people, playing those stupid "3 things about me games," and getting wasted (or was that just me?)... Now apparently this week-long orientation involves writing memos, case briefing, interviewing "clients," and a shit ton of reading. Law School... I hate you.

2. This also involves some type of business dress as we will take pictures that will be given to "prospective employers." Law outfits are stuffy (see Law & Order), I hate blazers, I will protest. Also it's 1,790 degrees outside, in the shade, under an air conditioner. -_-

3. I have no bed. I have no friggin bed. I'm sleeping on a pallet. I will not complain though because I have 800 channels on my television.

4. My 3L mentor is intent on making sure that I become a law school drop-out. More about her and her high levels of peer pressure later.


gute nacht menschen.

Friday, July 30, 2010

Abstinence... In a relationship

Celibacy has been the recent talk of the blogosphere from sbm to maxfab to threeways.  How does this ball of sunshine fit into this? I'm celibate with my current boyfriend.Yup- we never had "relations."


This started out as a little experiment of mine based on a magazine I read about a girl who tired of just giving it up wanted to go on a year long celibacy kick to see how it would affect her relationship. This certainly wasn't my first time doing it in a relationship but it was my first purposeful time. Let me explain....




With Andy- when we first got serious we were together in the same country. Although we had known each other for two years at that point- the "moment" never presented itself so sex never happened. Then I moved back to the states and every time we saw each other it was at one of parents house and thus- not happening. When we finally did the do it was nearly 4 years into knowing each other and over 2 years into our relationship. It not only felt right at that time but for our relationship- it was golden.


Whaaaaat? Again- let me explain.


I've had great boyfriends. Amazing boyfriends, amazing relationships. Out of the 2 major ones since '04 (when I became *ahem* active) the best one was the one that allowed us to build a foundation before we became active- you know why? Sex can be murder for a relationship. We withhold sex from our significant other when we're angry, we stay with someone that's not good for us because the sex is good, and try as we might- occasionally us women give in to biology and become dickmatized. What happens when you take something so powerful out of a relationship? You truly let your clear head reign free. 


Now don't get me wrong- i love sexual relations. The thoughts of getting dirty before breakfast, having a snack at lunch, and a bit of afternoon delight makes me all warm inside. But even a nymphomanic like me thinks that there is something sexy about kissing, and 3/4 of the bases of making their way. Takes you back to high school when everything was all forbidden. Most importantly though I find that waiting to have sex has made us take stock of each other without being blocked by mind thoughts.


I've done the FwB thang to HORRIBLE results... once the benefits kicked in the friendship kicked out. Now I'm focused on the friends, and it's amazing. I miss him because I miss who he is not who he is+ the mind blowing sex. Now will we get to the point where sex feels right to enter in? Who knows. But I'm loving the path we're on now.... pucker up 

Trufs...

*I get my computer back tonight... It's costing me those Tory Burch shoes I want.

*I get a new phone tomorrow... it's costing me grief in the form of an angry mother.

*I get my boyfriend back on sunday. I couldn't be happier- I'm going to cook something from him. Probably some papas chorreadas, frituras de caracol, and arequipe. Bring out the Colombiche in me.

*I haven't run since tuesday morning. I feel amazingly obese. I've also been eating like someone who wants to be  a discovery health channel special.

* I also need to spend this weekend putitn geverything into a box. EVERTYHING except for what I need to survive next week. Lets see how goals go.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Non Sequiturs...

Since I cannot tweet after 6....


1. Finding ways to tire out your dog so you can take a nap- much more fun than it appears.

2. Guess I have no excuse not to pack now!

3. I would love a bag of flaming hots- but I smartly threw them and every other tasty thing in the trash.

4. Butt is finally poking out- so this is what happens when you exercise regularly.

5. Seinfeld is genius.

6. Really horrific time not to have communication as boyfriend is leaving to spend a week in the desert looking at gaping holes in the earth.

7. I need access to my electronics more than I need a partner. Quite sad when you realize I have a partner and not electronics.

8. While my co-workers and cousins make me want to have babies- Tenn Mom is liquid nitrogen to my eggs.

9. I have 167 pairs of shoes in my closet. I will give 17 to goodwill. I like nice numbers.

10. This describes my night...

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

The re-mix

Hello lovers...

I've taken a hiatus. I've been wrapped up in warmness and before the big boot of life kicks me in the face I've been wanting to enjoy it. But who am I kidding? Life has been take-no-prisoners with me for a while... those warm moments are just brief periods of escape. What am I talking about you say? Let me expound:

* I've agreed to be half a whole. I'm enjoying it for now but the long-distance thing hasn't worked in the past and I'm inclined to say that throwing law school in the mix is making for a bad taste in my mouth... but hey. one day at a time right?

* Also- completely rando but I've come to discover that I don't mind changing my name- if it's one that's equally pretty or prettier than my current one. A. Carrington? Why don't mind if I do.

*Completely rando as well- I made lobster mac and cheese on Sunday. Hats off to myself. I'm in wifey training and I'm rockin.

*Celibacy requires one to be fun and creative.

*This blog might start shifting into law school. Don't be afraid... explore with me. Or be scared shitless with me. That's probably a better adjective.

* my life is devoted to packing and painting. and running. so yes. running, packing, painting. and looking at furniture.

* i flushed my phone down the toilet. Yup. it was in my pants pocket. I stood up it fell in. I reached for it- and **bam** holler at an automatic flush. I nearly had my grasp on it when one final flush took it away. And what did I get for my troubles? A wet suit jacket arm and the back cover of said phone.

*my computer died. yup. dead. so essentially it's only possible to contact me from the hours of 9-6 via e-mail or g-chat. horrrrrrray..... my life sucks.

So anyway. I've caught you up. welcome.

Monday, July 19, 2010

Amazing....

If there's anything I appreciate right now it's having someone who is just by my side. Someone I'm not worried about double-crossing me, or talking down to me, or laughing at me when I do the silly things I do (we all know how often that happens)... but someone who wants to help me grow, someone who takes the time in the morning just to kiss my forehead before we go our separate ways, someone who is just there when I need to whine and complain.



For however short-lived this will be- I'm so appreciative. I needed this turn-around to my summer.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

mhm.






he said he knows me
so i said show me



of course it wasn't what I thought he was talking about.





Back to day 1.

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Tired of being Mrs. Wright Now....

There was a shift this week in me. I left behind the hard shell me and really just listened to what I was feeling- I'm kind of over being single.
"WHAAAT?"<---- I know. I know. One of my friends claimed that the sky was falling when I revealed this to her but let me explain...


I've been having inklings every once in a while for the past year (including an emo moment or four) to be with someone.... (strike one). I started pretty much dating a guy that I reconnected with... (strike two). In a joking manner I held hands with a guy friend this weekend  and then started continually nestling up against him... (strike three). I met a guy this weekend who I felt could actually go head to head with me AND then put me in my place and I haven't stopped thinking of him since.... (and yooooou're out).

Back when I was into Terence I kept saying that I would love to see where things went but I never expected us to date for real for real. 75% of the reason was because I knew we weren't compatible but the other 25% was because I just didn't feel the need to be someone. I'm not sure what it is though but ever since this weekend I've been wanting to just have someone to be committed to, hold hands with, spoon at night, roll up behind and wrap my arms around and place my head in the little crook at his neck. I used to think of this as being soft but maybe I'm maturing. **gasp**

What really had me thinking this way was the post today over at single black male- a husband (4 years in the game I believe) was talking about the difference between a husband and simply a  married man and what that required. I agreed with all he had to say (read the post I'm not repeating) and added that I want a man who can lead me in my house. I'm sure I've stated that before here but then I thought to myself- how close am I to that goal? How long can I be single and mingle before I become lonely and cat food?* I've said before that if I never married I'd be fine with that but that doesn't mean I never want to be married.

But alas baby steps.... I'm going to open myself to relationship potential- that's right I'm going to stop dating for the sake of dating (and a-hem a meal or two) and date to find a partner. Let's see how this goes though. Lately (aside from this weekend which I'm STILL upset about) I haven't found anyone that wants me and I want them. Oh well.... get hitched or die tryin?









*There would have to be no more animals in this world for me to own a cat. I HATE cats.

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Men with Girls- and the women that like them.

I met this guy over the weekend and it was like **boom** a click as sharp as a seatbelt. He was fine. We didn't necessarily agree on everything but I liked that. We were able to just chat and chat. He made me laugh repeatedly. He smelled amazing when he leaned in to give me a hug (all three times) and errr did I mention he was fine. We exchanged numbers... it was good. And pow. I find out he has a girlfriend.


In another corner of the world my friend Tara knows this guy and knows his girlfriend. He's consistently downplaying his relationship and Tara keeps trying to keep her foot from stepping in the bullsh*t. One late lonely night and it's a cuddle session and the two of them only know what else.


Finally, Laura has been sleeping with Ben for at least two months and that was six months into their relationship. Two weeks ago Laura heard from some friends about Ben's fiancee but she hasn't been able to help herself- she's still seeing him.

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What do all of these ladies have in common. They've fallen for guys who are unavailable. Now I'm sure the first one (my personal situation) is not that big of a deal. He's just one guy LMS- surely you can fix yourself up and find a replacement. Sure. I'm certain that's true (although he's been on my mind like crazy) but that doesn't fix the bigger issue at hand...


There is something wrong with these guys in a relationship and something not so right with the girls that like them.


I'm not sure if it's the overabundance of girls, the sundress phenomenon, or the inability of some humans to love just one other human but somewhere along the lines guys have just not been able to hold tight to the faithfulness that a relationship requires. I'm sure it happens to women too but this #swindle is just for my fellas this time. Why is it that it's not enough to just want to be with your girl but to need to wind other girls into your twisted scheme? Why not just say -errrrm- end it with your girl and find something else to occupy your time until winter? Are you worried that when it's time to hibernate your snow bunny won't be around anymore? I mean I just wish somebody could explain it to me. I'm not talking about the guys who meet someone platonically and they are so much of a fit for you that you just want to leave your significant other but there is something that's keeping your bond together. Nope- not yal... although there's a special place in karma hell for ya. 

I'm talking to the men who have what they need and just want the extras around because they can. Or she's pretty. Or better yet are afraid to commit. What.is.the.deal.



And my ladies. my laaaaadies. Are we that hard off that we can't help but think of/dream of/sleep with these guys who have made commitments to other women. Wouldn't you be mad if some chick was scheming on your relationship? I wish I had the answers to these. I wish that right now I wasn't feeling the "eff karma and eff your relationship- I want you" feeling that I have right now. I wish that this entire post wasn't a message to me but it is.

Why?

Thursday, July 1, 2010

It all ends up being the same anyway...

So I was trying to figure out whether or not I was going to elaborate on my cryptic messages over the past week or talk about why I'm in relationship limbo but I figured that if I did the latter the former wouldn't make much since later on so- and away we go.

*******

I'm sure I've mentioned before- my friends are forever teasing/warning me about how nice and forgiving I am. I always thought that forgiving was one of these good things that we're suppose to be working on (not for the good of others but for the good of ourselves) but who would ever think that it would come with a fault. A big one.


I loved him. I loved him like he was flesh and blood to me. I always wanted to protect him, to make him happy, to keep him from pain- after all he was my friend, he was one of my closest friends and it just felt right to be there for him. But I would be lying if I were to say that there weren't times when I wanted to strangle him. When he let his mouth run ahead of his thoughts and he insulted me, or when he ignored, or was ridiculously mean to me. But like family- you don't have to always like them- but you will always love them. What happens then when the parts you hate of someone gather in greater number than the parts you love? What do you do then? It used to be that I would ignore it and hope that something good would come along or I would bore of being angry and my mind would change- and I'd go back into my perfect little fairytale.

Something struck in me the other day though- I hit my stop measure and I couldn't take it anymore. I snapped. I made a rash and sudden decision. I got rid of our contact on every media I could think of.  I then sat around for a weekend and thought about what I had done and wondered if I regretted and I hadn't. I still don't. I think that by consistently forgiving that I gave others the permission to run me over and then became surprised when they did so. I'm not sure what I did to make him so angry that he would stop talking to me (I can only surmise and even that barely makes sense to me) but that action gave me the sign I needed to just get up an walk away.


Do I think he's going to come in to save the day? No.
Do I think this is truly the end of this friendship? Yes.
                                                                                                          Do I feel good now that there's a solution? No.    

It feels a bit more like I lost my brother.  

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Goodbye Cruel World...

I swear my life is one big snowball of fuckery.


Like it goes from a snowflake of unfortunate events to a full out effing ball of fuckery.

And it's only me I swear. It's only me. Like I must of been the black widow of friendships and relationships in a former life and karma is messing with this one (which if you ask me is unfair because I can't remember killing people)...


I'm taking a break from life.

Monday, June 28, 2010

Here comes trouble....

If you are who your friends are...




well in some ways I am MIGH-TY fucked.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

And just like that... poof.

Sometimes you wake up one morning and just don't feel anything. anything at all.

no anger.
no hate.
no sadness.
no indifference.



a person just exist- and it's at that point that you can gladly say goodbye.



I'm not simply talking about relationships.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

The thing about the truth is this...

don't ask questions you aren't prepared to handle the answers to.





somethings in life are quite simple if you let them be.

Monday, June 21, 2010

ring around the rosey...






how is that the ones that could do us the most harm are the ones that we stay closest too?

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Promises are for people without lives...

I know.
I know.
I know.



I promised that I would catch yal up on things but the truth is that I've been a little distracted lately. My friends will tell you that I've straight checked out of a lot of their lives- not because I'm angry with them (well most of them) but because I've been spending time with another person and it's just taken up a majority of my free time. What can I say- it's the summer and I can't be  idle. So without further hold- I present to you June 2010.


Gotta friend. A summer friend. Well he's an all year friend but in this summer he became my "friend." It's great because it's a no pressure relationship. There is no sex, there are no mandates, we just do what we want. If we want to see each other on a day-we do. I we don't talk to each other in a 48 hour period- we don't. That's rare though, we probably see each other every day lol. But I don't mind that and apparently neither does he. Why can't all my relationships be like this?

Terence and I? FINITO. We hung out just once but as I promised myself- there would be no analyzing it- it is what it is- we are what we are. And what do you know, haven't thought about it, haven't mentioned it before now. Nada. He's gone, I'm occupied- and now the story begins.


Tis all- simplicity is life. and life is simplistic.

Monday, June 14, 2010

Opinions are like assholes- stay away from mine.


I have an opinion.

Sometimes I'm right (ok who are we kidding- usually I'm right)- sometimes I'm wrong (and will admit that)- and often my opinion has changed as I got older. When I was in high school I said I was never going to get into a serious relationship and that emotions were for suckers (well some things never change...) but as I got older and got into someone that I felt was a giant portion of my whole- I let my emotions just be. I said I would never learn to cook for man because I didn't need to- and now look- I've learned four new recipes the past few weeks because I'm with someone who makes cooking enjoyable.

I said all of these things- they were a part of my opinion- because of where I was at the time. That's not to say that everything will change but I recognize and accept that I've formed opinions about things that I have no clue about. And you know what that's ok.

What I do not accept is being challenge for my ideas in a way to belittle or insult me. There's a line between constructive criticism along with a productive dialogue starting and commenting with the intent to undermine. I do not apologize for my thoughts and I wouldn't expect anyone else to- we're all growing and learning as we experience life and getting to know the world and our place in it.

I'm beginning to see though that opinions are not to be shared with everyone... which is a shame because if we can't share opinions then where do we stand?

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Maybe tomorrow....

Lots of thoughts going on.... should probably finish my thoughts with my previous blog, I'd love to talk about "lowering standards," and adding a catch up blog but for now I'll focus on....




I wonder how I'll ever maintain a good relationship if the ONLY person I trust in this world is myself. This isn't necessarily a problem because I maintain I'd rather spend my life alone than to be unhappy but I wonder where this notion plays into my relationships. I may not be vocal about my thoughts but I would be lying if I didn't say that at least silently I've always second guessed nice things that a guy has had to say to me... food for thought.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

How does one say bloody hell in french?

Mexican Margarita: You have an understanding of types. You guys can just accept what makes you so frustrated about the other person and still hang out.


Little Miss Sunshine: The fact is that we're the worst communicators with each other on this planet and we both are avoiders so instead of actually dealing with the issue til it's gone we'd rather push it back til it rears it's ugly head again. it's sick.





And that ladies and gentlemen is the fact in a nutshell.... i'll expand on this tomorrow.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

The Truth of the Matter Is...

when the money is gone, when the house is dust, when the silver is tarnished, your word is all you have.



All. you. have.


and when you mess that up you're dealing with nothing. I've always believe that. I've always remained certain that if I said what I meant and if I did what I could defend (whether it be right or wrong) that I could always feel safe in who I am.

But what do you do when people misinterpret what you say? What do you do if your word is A, and it's heard as B, and you can't defend B?

I'm stuck in this ground where I'm tearing at myself for wanting to defend what I had to say and what I did because I know I was doing what felt right for me. I want to express so badly how what was said and heard was not what I intended but I'm stuck. I'm stuck because it's important to me that my lasting impression is the correct one, but I also don't want to kick a dead horse to get there. What am I to do? What.am.i.to.do.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Gotta Be...



I love to dance. Not just your friday boogie either- I love lacing up a pair of pointe shoes (see above) and moving across the floor. The dedication and concentration that's required to be accurate makes you block the rest of the world out. The only thing that matters right then is whether or not you'll make that 6th piroutte. With all of the stuff I'm winding down from (master's program) and getting ready for (law school-eeks) and dealing with (ugh- don't make me say it) I decided that I needed to pick back up an old friend- a lot. So I've decided to audition for a summer intensive next thursday. The class starts the first week of june is 8 weeks, 2.5 hours a day, 4 days a week. Can you say EXCITED? So I've been musing around looking for a song the past week that I can put enough emotion into to dance my heart out to and it came down to Regina Belle's "Dream in Color" and Des'ree's "You Gotta Be." Des'ree won over simply because of the pace to coordinate a cool allegro. In the same vein however the lyrics are just really up for how i'm feeling these days...


Listen as your day unfolds
Challenge what the future holds
Try and keep your head up to the sky
Lovers, they may cause you tears
Go ahead release your fears
Stand up and be counted
Don't be ashamed to cry
You gotta be
You gotta be bad, you gotta be bold
You gotta be wiser, you gotta be hard
You gotta be tough, you gotta be stronger
You gotta be cool, you gotta be calm
You gotta stay together
All I know, all I know, love will save the day

Monday, May 10, 2010

It Ain't None of Ya Friends Business: The Case for Keeping Shut

Picture it-Sicily 1922....

But really... remember when you were little, on the rug in the classroom and your teacher wanted to tell you about the perils of gossiping? How everyone sat in a circle and the teacher whispered something to Mike, who whispered something to Susie, who whispered to Akili, and by the time it got to Jack it sounded like something else? Well imagine that it's 17 years later and what you said to Laura was spoken to Ann who talk to Don who then told Sam... same result. Telephone is the funniest game in the world when you're a child and a potentially dangerous one when you're an adult.

It's for this reason that I am now a strong advocate of keeping your friends out of your relationship/potential dating dealings. Not to say that you can't use your friends to get at guy on their FB friends list (oh I've seen it done) but actually telling someone your thoughts on a situation can back fire in your face. I'll use a personal example- I relayed a story and my feelings on it to a friend. I put the situation at strength 3. She took at strength 5 and translated to another friend as such. This friend then took it from 5 to 7. So by the time the story got back the person the topic was about (and myself) it was on code 10. and Oh I mean code 10. Now realizing that it was at a code 10, neither me nor the topic of my conversation took to talking directly, instead we picked up the mythical "telephone" again and let stuff escalate.

I think if I had kept my mouth shut about the situation I wouldn't have the drama that I'm currently dealing with now. I think at most I would of had a level 4 and that's perfectly fine. My telephone situation isn't the only reason to keep your friends out of your business sometimes- but sometimes your girls are wrong. A lot of my friends call me for advice on situations but truth is I'm not always right. This is fine for those that always take advice with a grain of salt but the fact of the matter is very few people do. Especially if you're sitting in a hen situation (men do this too) where everybody is talking about the topic and building off of each other. You start off slightly ticked with your boo and then realize that when you lay down that night you're steaming. Nothing has changed but the word of your friends. Some are legit and see things for what they are, some have their own baggage their translating to you, and some... well some don't qualify as friends and just want to "hate" on you and your relationship.

Point blank period. You can't control what happens once something leaves your mouth. But you can control what you take in and what you put out. And sometimes- friends just don't need to be privy to that process.

Saturday, May 8, 2010

you've gotta be kidding.

how.how.how. did you manage to singlehandedly* KILL my pre-graduation happiness?















*since you had to type to do it i guess it's twohandedly but still- the sentiment is the same.

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Can't Cry

I'm known to be finnicky at best. Like I said yesterday- one day
you're in the next you're out. So with this being my modus operandi I
never stop to think about what would happen if I actually got what I
want. Let's take Terrence for example. Now that everything is dead and
done (like no friendship (I've decided) done) I can spend some time
(read: the time it takes to write a post) thinking about my errors
there and where I would of corrected myself. While that is another
blog for another time- I can also think about what would of happened
had our conversation gone a bit differently. Would I have wanted to
ultimately be in a relationship? Could I see him as someone that I
want to spend my life with (since apparently at my age that's the
purpose of dating)? Simply, no. When my friends would joke about us
"belonging together" I would laugh and say no. It wasn't just me being
shy about my friend's jokes- I truly only saw us dating for a moment.
Enough to squash the urge/curiosity but T was never someone I
envisioned myself sitting next to and teaching our kid to read. Not
even in my head when I fell asleep at night.

I say all this to say that I've been reaching these past weeks to make
myself cry or be upset and it just won't come. I've come to figure
that I can't cry because the emotion just isn't there. I don't care
like I thought (or sometimes still think) I should. I think this all
boils down to the fact that I didn't see any future invested in him
past this summer. Not that T is some horrid person but we don't
approach relationships same and what would have made us great friends
(would because right now I really don't see a point at which I could
make a friendship based on honesty blah blah blah) would not have laid
the foundation for a good relationship. Not that I'm sold on a
relationship right now but if I were to get in one it would be because
I see potential for us in the future. Not the case here so much like a
virgin with reason- I'm saving myself and my heart.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Let's Be Honest...

Can't move past if you refuse to step aside.

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Foolishness

Just when I thought I couldn't find the song to bring tears to my eyes it pops up in my iPod. Very appropriate.





Monday, April 26, 2010

Lessons from Gossip Girl

Now I will be the first to admit that television is not always a source of good advice- especially a show about the lives of the rich/bored/dramatic. Tonight however Blair said something Chuck on Gossip Girl that resonated with me- that you can't pretend like an event/relationship/emotion never happened. You won't move on and moving on is about you not him(or her). Sometimes it's ok to cry and revel in a feeling for a while and then when you're ready to move on- do it. I couldn't both agree more whole heartedly nor feel a certain renewed sense of self.


weird I know right?


I think I've been refusing to deal with the fall out from my feelings by simply telling myself that they don't exist. But they do exist and ignoring them is only repressing them. I may not cry about (i've tried- i'm dry as an old well) but I can't sit around and pretend like he didn't exist or wasn't a significant portion of myself. I've got to face it- the good and the bad and prepare to use that to fuel me to move forward. Being stationary right now is just as bad as moving backwards. And that ladies and gentlemen is TRULY all I am going to say about him.

Sunday, April 25, 2010

El Stress De Life

It's finals. I'm behind. Love life sucks. Real life sucks. I'm stressed. I'm asthmatic. Bleh. Usually if there is one thing I can count on it's my ability to put together an outfit that soothes my mind. Yesterday for the life of me I couldn't and in a slightly amusing and scary moment I found myself surrounded by jeans singing my version of the little mermaid song...


Look at this stuff- isn't it neat?
Wouldn't you think my collections complete?
Wouldn't you think I'm the girl- the girl who has everything?
I've got Dolce and Prada a plenty!
I've got Von Furstenburg and Moschino and more...
Want Seven Jeans? I got twenty!
But who cares- no big deal.... I want more


sigh. I'm cracking at the seams

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Just one...

If there is one thing I hate in this world it is being the last person to know something... oh and one more thing I hate- friends who sit by and allow me to be that person. I'm trying to hold it together but this is going to be a rough week. Indeed.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Monogamy= Agony???

All men are not against monogamy. Don't believe me- check it. In the same vein we know that all women are not pro-monogamy either. But why? What is so bad about monogamy.


Absolutely nothing.

I'm sure that some will argue that if you truly love someone you don't have to worry about being dedicated and devoted to your partner but let's be honest- that's bullshit. It doesn't work. It won't work for 99.99% of the population. Like every other aspect of a relationship- sole commitment takes work. I've previously stated in my cheating post that I have had one relationship in which I was faithful. I can even pinpoint why- it was important to me, despite the difficulties, to remain committed to someone that I wanted to be committed to me. If I felt the urge to kiss someone else- I sat myself out and thought about the repercussions. What would my boyfriend say? Even better how would he feel? How would I feel? Is a moment of lust worth giving up everything I'm fighting for? My decision would usually fall under not worth it or just break up. And we did. A multitude of times.

Despite my history- I support monogamy. I support making difficult choices in the face of easy situations. I understand that your partner will make you mad and that lovely buxom lady at the front desk has such a great ear for listening but you have to realize that a relationship is more than just the here and now. You're together with someone for the purpose of deciding on making a life long commitment- not just to get regular pumps. If you feel like that isn't enough to make you stay faithful to your partner- the thought of building a lasting partnership- then you shouldn't be in one. point blank.

My best friend used to call me at insane hours of the night telling me about his urge to bang the millions of ladies who were all on him once he crossed his fraternity, but how conflicted he was because he truly loved his girlfriend. I told him that he needed to either let her free and bang like a rabbit or realize what he has and work on figuring out why it is so important to let her be the only one. After all - I'm sure he would of burst a blood vessel if he thought that she was out running up with half of UPenn's campus. It's not just a one way street. I'd also like to point out that after one failed infidelity attempt he realized what he had done- worked his behind off to get her back- and they are getting married in July. He's told me so many times that thinking about how she walked away from him, how other girls were just there for a passing moment, and how difficult it was to get her back has solidified for him that she's his rock.

I support monogamy and you should too. It saves money (ask Nas), lives, careers, families, and just makes you feel all warm inside. All I ask is that the next time you get the urge to cheat on your significant other think about what you have to lose and make smarter choices.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

FYI...

I'm taking a hiatus from dating/relationships/boys...


After a series of unfortunate events (culminating in Saturdays embarrassment)I've decided to hanker down and refocus on things other than boys. I plan on commenting on things relationship related (i.e. tomorrow's monogamy conversation) but as far as my personal life- it's on hold until the summer is over.



Sunday, April 18, 2010

the VERY last post on this subject...



This don't make no damn sense
and for that reason and that reason alone I'm outtie 5000.

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Unthinkable: girlfriend versus wife

I got a text message once from a guy I was interested in letting me know that he didn't see me as "girlfriend material." Won't lie- it hurt.... bad. But after the crying and the "Smoking Cigarettes" on repeat ended I was left with some thoughts.


I think that I'm girlfriend material. I actually thinking I'm good girlfriend material. Am I wife material? nope. I still have a lot of growing to do (professionally, mentally, and SURELY emotionally). But can I be there or my boyfriend to support him, uplift him, teach him, and listen to him? yes. Am I willing to learn from the lessons he gives and our relationship provides? yes. Can I be faithful and commit myself to a relationship that allows us both to grow? yes.

Those I think are the basics* behind a good relationship foundation. A foundation that when created and maintained and built upon in a strong relationship lead to a strong marriage. I can do these things. I do believe however that marriage adds a bit of practicality to things. Can you cook, clean, rear children? Can be responsible with money, bills, time? Ultimately can you fully submit to your partner (and the deep level of trust and respect that is enacted in that commitment)? In terms of my personal self? nope. In additionally to being a sure simpleton in the kitchen, I haven't learned the art of submitting to my man. One such example would be my adamant refusal at this point in time to take my husband's last name. A favorite of mine mentioned to me Monday night that she was excited to take her finacé's last name because in addition to it uniting them- it represented her move from her past to her future. From her father's house to her husband's house... and while I can't say that it changed my mind it certainly made me sit down and think about what giving up your maiden name truly means. But I'm still not there yet. I don't mean submitting as being subservient but moreso as the bible instructs in Ephesians 5:22, 24:

"Wives submit yourselves unto your own husbands... for the husband is head of the wife... Therefore as the church is subject to Christ, so let wives be to their own husbands in everything."

Not the submission in the sense of master and slave but of a woman who recognizes the ability of her husband to lead but still be his partner. To work in the same direction and not in a self serving manner. I'm not there yet. I'm still feeling out who I am, where I fit in and I can't work towards the permanent building of a home if I can't find someone to share goals with. I certainly can't share goals til I pick them but I can work with someone to figure out what my goals are. And that ladies in gentleman is what makes me girlfriend material.


and you know what- for now- I'll take it.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

pretty much.

I'm not going to write you a love song...

because you
asked for one.


cause
you need one.






may feelings burn in a slow hell.

The Coulda, Shoulda, Wouldas...

It was an all too familiar scene.

I pulled up and parked the car. Walked to the door- didn't knock- and silently opened it. I figured out where he was sleeping and walked over. There he was quietly sleeping and I had a thought of times in which I would crawl into bed onto him to wake him up. But now it just seemed inappropriate. Instead I tapped him on the knee to no response. So I slightly crawled into bed and shook him on his shoulder while calling his name. His eyes opened and met mine and I was left to wonder:

What if every time I had had the opportunity to do that before- to show a moment of softness when I was so busy being "hard"- would that change the position that we're in now? Like if when he rolled into bed with me if I allowed myself to just lay in his arms instead of silently panicking. Or if I had taken those special moments of tenderness for their face value instead of trying to attach motives to them.



I really think that way I approach life, dating, him in general leaves a bad and a good. For one- I tried so hard to be tough to keep what little we had going that I never sat around long enough to figure out if that was what was best for me OR him. I also never thought of what the so called "don't care" lifestyle did for any potential forward movement for us. I mean of course all things are now in the past but it's interesting to see what you didn't think about/ know what to think about until much later. Oh progress...

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Just a taste....



I'm all for the interracial relationship. I welcome it if you do it. I welcome it if you don't feel it. I welcome it if you don't know where you stand. Would I like to be in a relationship with a fine black man with his head on straight? ya damn right. If it doesn't happen will I put off dating other races? ya damn wrong. It's a rough road out there no matter what shade you happen to be and much like clothes- if it doesn't fit you better find another size.


All that being said- one of my favorite blogs took up the issue today dealing with Jill Scott's expression of hurt over the blog and one of the commenters said this little piece which I feel like describes everything I've been YEARNING to say. Thanks Lovely Ladee!



To your question as to where we are now… We are where you have lead us to be. We are lost. The reason we don’t resemble the black women of generations before us is because your voice has become silent in our lives. Believe or not next to God your voice is one of the most powerful voices in our lives and because of your absences we have lost the directions necessary to stand beside you, to walk with you,to talk to you, to love you, to respect you and to be vulnerable with you. We have adapted to change because we had no choice. You were taken from us. The majority of you falling victim to the streets, violence, drugs and death. So we had to adapt. Generations and generations of the absence of you in our lives has landed us here. So we have had to put on our strong face and develop the character of not needing you. But truthfully we do…we always have and always will. You are the balance in our lives. In recent generations all we have witnessed is our mother push and be strong 24/7, 365 days of the year. Many of us have not had the pleasure of seeing our mothers exude the qualities of the black women in the Civil Rights era. We have not had the pleasure of seeing her be vulnerable with her man, to be supple, to kiss him, hold him close and tell him how much she misses him and needs him. We have not had the pleasure of seeing her be a successful woman in the street and a Domestic Goddess in the home. So I ask you how are we to even begin to need and want you and resemble the qualities that made black women so great in the Civil Rights era if we have never witnessed first hand the roles required to fill this position?
And yes I had to bring up the fact that Black men were taken from us because the truth is relationships and families begin with you! You are the head and therefore the leader.
I agree with you that we do not need to travel to know that just a short time ago you all were in jail or dead for looking at a white woman let alone dating one. However, I do not believe she was placing any type of responsibility on you young successful black men to only date black women nor belaboring over this topic. I believe she was just bringing understanding to the reaction of black women when they see a black man with a white woman. So, often our reactions have been labeled as hatred but the truth is that its a pain…a deep pain not hatred. So really there is nothing to be over because there was nothing to argue in the beginning. The article was just a woman bringing to light the reasoning behind most black woman’s reactions to such a situation.

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Double Life...

If I don't post here it's because I'm busy posting... here.


My officemates/friends/classmates asked me to do a daily blog of what I wear to work so it's a work progress... just like my relationships.


Which reminds me....

I might be up to something crafty. I was going to say that crafty wasn't the right word but crafty is the EXACT word. We'll call if crafty feeling protection slash man buffer. I'll touch base on this subject saturday :)

Monday, March 29, 2010

The Second Choice Act of 2010

So there's a guy I'm kinda feeling- GT. By kinda I mean that when he's around it's exciting- when he's not I'm not stressed over it. My perfect "kinda." So after a confused saturday (filled with the inability to pick up the phone and call but instead confused ourselves into a tizzy via multiple misinterpreted texts)- we were chatting today (via text AGAIN) when he informed me of something that I've known all along- I'm a second choice.

Now when I first told my cousin Soli about this she was all chikitita you need to drop him like he's caliente. Which normally I would agree with if I wasn't second choicing him myself. I really see him as temporary entertainment. He's cute. He's funny. He's smart. but he's temporary. Given him or Terrence I'd probably pick Terrence (ok more than probably). When I really think about it- everybody the past few years (minus Rupert) has been a second choice. Can't be with him? O-k-k-k I'll pick you.

It's an awful place to put people in and it's not right because ultimately you end up comparing Man #2 to Man #1 and even if Man #2 is awesome- you'll take the shortcomings he didn't even know he had out on him. I've tried to be cognizant of this in choosing potential partners but I'll admit I'm coming up quite short. I think it's even gotten so bad that I've been selecting guys who can't measure up (no pun intended) because I don't have to worry about them swooping in and taking his place. Which at this point is both counterproductive and not much fun. It's also gotten bad enough that much like GT- I've picked guys who can act as a temporary substitute when I need to break the mode.

It's another one of these Little Miss Sunshine's good advice but lack of compliance examples. Story.Of.Life.