First Impulse: Duh. No fucking shit. Why is this an issue?
Second Impulse: I’m too lazy to lay out the reasons for my position, because I do it every single day on Facebook, with the Law Students for Reproductive Justice, and in informal discourse with friends. :)
Up until a few days ago, I swore that I did not want a legal internship or a legal job post-graduation. My oh my how quickly things change! Something internally clicked, and suddenly I realized that I am capable, that I do have the stamina, that I am interested. Whether or not I pursue gynecology is up in the air, but for now I’m content with the track I’m on.
Holy camole! It’s been quite awhile since my last post. Basically, everything worked out between me and boy :) We are happy and having fun. I’ve learned that an open dialogue is essential for a strong relationship.
COURTESY OF TEE FURY. A baby ninja turtle. I wish I had bought this yesterday. argh! so cute.
I’ve become addicted to Damages. It’s such a gripping thriller! I haven’t been addicted to a show since Dexter. The show focuses more on the human side of things and doesn’t spoon-feed or dumb down the leal jargon. I feel like it’s the perfect show for a law student.
And I love that there are so many powerful women in it. Glenn Close is fierce, Rose Byrne is beautiful. I’m not crazy about all the adultery. I think the glamorization of adultery is awful, which is ironic because one of the best songs on my album glamorizes a [fictional] affair. As politically liberal and sexually open-minded as I am, adultery is just not cool in my books. It’s a violation of trust, disrespectful. And when it comes to diseases, it can be very dangerous. Ugh, the standard of a reasonable person has seeped into my bones. Adultery is not reasonable. Though I’m sure one could think of exceptions to this rule.
**** Now that I’ve seen all three seasons of Damages, I can say that I do love the show but it is not entirely accurate about the responsibilities of a first year associate. The real Ellen Parsons would’ve been writing memos 20 hrs/7 days a week and would’ve had virtually no interaction with Patty Hewes.
We worked things out, at least for now. I wasn’t ready to go, and even if I was he wouldn’t be any worse off.
Today something clicked. It hit me that I’ve just finally started to understand him. I will never have a mastery knowledge of Phil, but I can get to know him. And so maybe understanding is a bad word choice. I feel like I’m finally understanding how to know him. It was much simpler and less dramatic than I’ve made it out to be. Ah, the clarity of hindsight.
I cleaned for three hours last night. It felt great. I’ve been such a slob most of my life (I come from a messy family), but my new meds help me focus a ton! I don’t get distracted or tired, I can complete tasks. It’s wonderful. And having a clean boyfriend helps too. I’ve adopted a lot of his home habits. I can sleep when my room is clean. I can study when my room is clean. And my room/closet/bathroom aren’t just clean, they are organized too. I’ve gotten tons better about not being a pack rat and letting things go when it’s time. (Sustainably of course.)
I’ve learned a lot about buying for quality. I’ve realized that it’s okay to spend a little extra money for something that I will like and take care of, something that will last longer or was created sustainably. Otherwise, I lose or break the item, don’t take care of it, etc. My buying philosophy is this: If I’m not excited about it, then the answer is no. I would like that to be my dating philosophy but unfortunately dating is less black and white.
I am not good a good girlfriend. I try. Part of me doesn’t want to get better. I hope it’s a phase. Otherwise we’re over.
This is my hair, 30% of the time.
