to each and every one of you....

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


I salute you.

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. 

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

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?

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.