Not a new year resolution but a new era....

So I realized that I wrote last time about getting towards a new years resolution but that's not exactly true... I'm turning 25 in August and while I'm satisfied with this quarter of my life I want the next quarter to start out even more banging so I've made some resolutions for myself to bring in 25 right.

1) Getting my weight down. I don't have a specific number but I just want to be in better shape at 25 than I ever was between the ages of 17-24. I don't want to get old and then worry about trying to work even harder to get my body back in shape. I'm young I'm going to use it.

2) Learning to cook. I don't mean boiling water (although I still don't have rice down without my rice cooker)... I mean I want to be able to make things from scratch. Healthy things that taste good and that I can make for dinner parties. I want to throw dinner parties with MY food.

3) Better with finances. I love to shop. If you've ever visited me at www.withlovefromdc.tumblr.com you know that I love a good pair of shoes (or dress or anything)... This year though I've decided that I want to buy a condo when I move to London instead of paying 3k/mo. for an apartment so that requires a deposit. I want to pay my own deposit so that of course means- save save save. That's right. Cutting down to 2 pairs of shoes a month and putting the rest away from my Isle of Dogs fund. Woot.

4) Stop being afraid of relationships. I can't describe why closeness makes my skin crawl but it's not normal and I don't want to be alone for the next quarter of my life. I make up excuses to reject guys (a: he has a gap b: haven't you talked to him a million times and you never noticed the gap? a: I have. but now that I know it's there I can't UNSEE it.)... this time around- I'm not rejecting good because it's not perfect. I'm going to stick with I can't ask for what I'm not giving and see how that treats me.


So that's it.... here's to a new era.

The Rundown

As predicted- law school has engulfed my life. I don't mean my week days and a sunday afternoon like undergrad (or graduate school) I mean at this point in the semester (a WHOLE two weeks in)- I eat, drink, and sleep the law. I read cases, I read statutes/constitutions/treaties, I outline, brief cases, read more cases. I write oral arguments, construct legal memos, talk about the law, apply for jobs, pray to God. I mean everything I do is related to law.


Except for the gym. I carve two hours out of my day to pound the treadmill- listening to outrageous music (from La GaGa to Roscoe Dash and a hint of Cee-Lo) and just not think about anything to do with law. It's like I need that time to breathe (which is ironic considering that I struggle to keep a breath)- because I'm afraid that my little tight wrapped world will suddenly come undone. I guess that's what occurs when the anal go to law school but it doesn't make me feel better about myself. Now if I could just match my eating with my gym habits - I'll be working towards my new years resolution quiiiiite nicely.


Finally- love? love sucks. well maybe not sucks but it just doesn't exist here. I got kind of excited because a guy I was slightly interested in last semester seemed really interested in e too. We talked during break about hanging out this semester and sitting together in class (assigned seats so it's a major decision lol- but seriously)... I see him the night before our class together and he's like oh i'll catch you in class- we're still sitting together right? (right i thought).... roll into class and womp womp. He's sitting in between two other girls and basically freezes me out. Not sure what I did to him in my sleep but eh- I'm suppose to be focusing anyway right?

So that's it these days: reading, writing, and jobs.

bleh.