I always feel super lame when people ask me what I'm up to these days. Because there's really not much to report to people I talk to frequently and already know about my internship*. Basically all I do besides work is run. I am currently running a lot. In fact, on Fridays I run for hours. Multiple hours. I'm up to 3 hours and 40 minutes. In two weeks I will run for somewhere around 4.5 hours. (Okay, if I'm honest I'm hoping it's less than that but I decided I wasn't going to make a real time goal so I'm pretending I won't be disappointed if it takes that long.) Yes, I am running a marathon. The Teton Dam Marathon. (I like to refer to it as "that Dam marathon" when I'm talking about it out loud because it makes me giggle. I am a grown-up.) Miles 19-22 are uphill. So...that'll be fun. I'm starting to get nervous. That's a really long run. You know? And I'll never run that far before the actual thing. So how do I know I can do it? Well, actually, I know I can do it. It's not the running that's the hard part--it's when you stop.
And that's kind of metaphorical, right? Sometimes I kind of wax philosophical after running. (Only after, never during, because during I can only think thoughts like, "Ow ow ow ow ow OWWWW!" and "I am going to die right here." and "Oh my gosh, I can't seriously have that much further to run!" and "Crap--is that dog chasing me?!") So after running one day, contemplating how it's only hard when you stop running, I thought about how it's like life. Life's not hard while you're living it. It's when you let yourself stop that it gets hard. Or something.
I was also thinking about how much discipline running takes. You have to drag yourself out of bed (or in my current case of air-mattressness, roll yourself out of bed) when you'd rather sleep in. You have to keep taking step after step when you just want to stop. You have to ignore pain and exhaustion when you just want to quit. You have to get off the couch when you just want to sit on your butt and watch TV. You have to swallow hard and breathe when you just want to throw up.
It's really hard. It's not always fun. Sometimes I have to miss out on Saturday morning activities or late-night fun because I have to get up and run. But it's worth it, and not just because it allows me to eat lots of dessert and carbs and makes my legs really strong and muscular and impresses people. I know I can do things that are hard or boring or not enjoyable. After you've run 22 miles (my current longest run), it's hard to feel daunted by...almost anything. And running keeps my head clear. After you've run 22 miles, it's hard to feel angry or sad or anything other than really tired and in a lot of physical pain. It also helps me sit still. If I don't run in the morning, I have trouble sitting still all day. My legs get jumpy and I can't focus as well.
So. The conclusion? I don't always enjoy running. But I'm sort of hooked now. And I figure if I'm going to get addicted to something, an activity that burns incredible calories, builds muscle, keeps me tough, and calms me down is probably a good thing to pick.
*For those who don't know but do care: I am interning at the prosecutor's office in Idaho Falls and I love love love it. I was unsure about law school, really--actually, that's a lie; I was sure I sort of hated it--but my internship is great. My main project is a memo on a petition for post-conviction relief. This guy confessed to participating in a rape and murder and has been in prison for the last 16 years and is now moving to get out of prison on the grounds that his confession was invalid because he was in custody but not given his Miranda warnings. My job is to research case law and figure out whether he really was in custody. I'm close to being done and I'm pretty sure the judge will rule in our favor, meaning the defendant will stay in prison.
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
I am awkward.
It's been, what, two months since I've updated this thing? I realize real life happens more often than once every two or three months, but I don't update it as often as real life happens. I mean, I'd have to update it every day. How exhausting. Not to mention mundane. "Just took another breath. Our house smells weird so it was mildly unsatisfactory." Thrilling. But hey, I write in my journal once a week. Okay, fine, sometimes once every two weeks. Get off my back.
Anyway, instead of talking about finishing my first semester of law school and taking finals and scrubbing the bathroom for 2.5 hours today and burning my lungs with the fumes, I thought I'd update the blogging world about my love life. Don't worry, it'll be short. The update: nothing new. Still nothing on the horizon. Why, you ask? Check out the title of this post. I. Am. Awkward. Horrifically so. Allow me to list a few experiences to illustrate. (I like lists because they're logical and organized. It's nice.)
1. Once upon a time, I was trying to flip my hair in a sexy way. I was leaning against a door while attempting this. I did not succeed in flipping in my hair in a sexy way, but I did succeed in smacking my head against the door and making everyone around me laugh.
2. A (very attractive) boy was drinking out of my water bottle, prompting me to make a face. He told me not to pretend I didn't like it, and I answered (rather wittily, I thought), "Yeah, now I have your DNA. I can clone you!" Well. That didn't go over quite as well as I thought it would. I laughed, because I thought it was funny. That's why I said it. He stared at me for a full minute and then said, "That was sort of creepy." Hmm. Too bad.
3. I was recently at a bridal shower for one of my old roommates. There was a lot of food there, most notably chili and cornbread. Then her aunt brought out what looked like a bowl of mashed potatoes. It was sort of a smallish bowl, considering how many people were there, but I didn't think much of it--I was excited for mashed potatoes. I asked one of my other roommates who was there, "Are those mashed potatoes?" and she answered in the affirmative. So I took a big scoop and then decided I couldn't wait to get some potatoes in my mouth. I took a giant bite. And then I discovered it was not mashed potatoes. No, instead, it was honey butter. You know, for the cornbread? So there I was, a giant wad of honey butter on my tongue, and I didn't know what to do. Should I spit it out? That's gross. Should I swallow it? That's also gross. But there were many people around me, many people I did not know and was not comfortable with, and I panicked, so, next thing I knew, my esophagus was contracting and a mouthful of honey butter was sliiiiiiding on down. So gross.
4. Our ward had a talent show a little while back, and there was pizza afterward. My FHE brother was standing by the pizza, and I wanted to congratulate him on his super awesome performance. Somehow, I gesticulated so emphatically that I actually managed to flip over a box of pizza at him. Luckily, I caught most of the pizza, but it was still embarrassing. His eyes got all wide and I believe he said something to the effect of, "Ahhhh, whoa whoa whoa!" Later, when my roommates and I left, I noticed I had pizza sauce all over both sleeves.
5. All semester, I have had a semi-secret half-crush on a boy in two of my classes. At the beginning of the semester, I was accidentally rude to him, so he doesn't really like me or talk to me. We were walking past each other in the carrels. I was deep in thought, really contemplating super important things. (To be exact, I was thinking about what I was going to eat for dinner when I got home.) I didn't really notice when he said very cheerily, "Ready for contracts?!" I sort of grunted at him and kept walking. He hasn't tried talking to me since. This is actually something that happens semi-often to me--people think I'm kind of mean, but really I'm just sort of lost in my own head somewhere and don't realize that they're talking to me until after the moment's passed, or I don't realize whatever I'm doing is rude. The thing is, being a sociology major doesn't mean I understand social norms or mores--it just means I know what those are and why they're important for society. I don't relate to other people all that well, and sometimes I'm downright flabbergasted by what's an acceptable interaction and what's not. You might say I'm sort of like an alien. Or I might say that, because I kind of like the idea. (Another weird quirk for another time...)
So there you have it. While these stories are entertaining, they also show how incredibly not smooth I am. I have this grand dream that someday a boy will find my awkwardness hilariously endearing. I'll trip over my own feet and he'll smile and say, "You're cute." I'll say something slightly creepy and he'll laugh because he understands my sense of humor. Hopefully, he'll see me about to take a giant bite of honey butter and rescue me before I put it in my mouth or after I say something rude he'll explain ever so gently, "That was rude, dumbo. Normal humans don't like to be told they're wrong every second of every day." Think of how my life will improve when this man enters it! I hope he exists or can be conjured up some time soon. I say conjured up because I am not opposed to magic. Or if they invent some of kind robot humans, I could handle that. Obviously an actual human male would be the most ideal, but I'm keeping my options open just in case.
Anyway, instead of talking about finishing my first semester of law school and taking finals and scrubbing the bathroom for 2.5 hours today and burning my lungs with the fumes, I thought I'd update the blogging world about my love life. Don't worry, it'll be short. The update: nothing new. Still nothing on the horizon. Why, you ask? Check out the title of this post. I. Am. Awkward. Horrifically so. Allow me to list a few experiences to illustrate. (I like lists because they're logical and organized. It's nice.)
1. Once upon a time, I was trying to flip my hair in a sexy way. I was leaning against a door while attempting this. I did not succeed in flipping in my hair in a sexy way, but I did succeed in smacking my head against the door and making everyone around me laugh.
2. A (very attractive) boy was drinking out of my water bottle, prompting me to make a face. He told me not to pretend I didn't like it, and I answered (rather wittily, I thought), "Yeah, now I have your DNA. I can clone you!" Well. That didn't go over quite as well as I thought it would. I laughed, because I thought it was funny. That's why I said it. He stared at me for a full minute and then said, "That was sort of creepy." Hmm. Too bad.
3. I was recently at a bridal shower for one of my old roommates. There was a lot of food there, most notably chili and cornbread. Then her aunt brought out what looked like a bowl of mashed potatoes. It was sort of a smallish bowl, considering how many people were there, but I didn't think much of it--I was excited for mashed potatoes. I asked one of my other roommates who was there, "Are those mashed potatoes?" and she answered in the affirmative. So I took a big scoop and then decided I couldn't wait to get some potatoes in my mouth. I took a giant bite. And then I discovered it was not mashed potatoes. No, instead, it was honey butter. You know, for the cornbread? So there I was, a giant wad of honey butter on my tongue, and I didn't know what to do. Should I spit it out? That's gross. Should I swallow it? That's also gross. But there were many people around me, many people I did not know and was not comfortable with, and I panicked, so, next thing I knew, my esophagus was contracting and a mouthful of honey butter was sliiiiiiding on down. So gross.
4. Our ward had a talent show a little while back, and there was pizza afterward. My FHE brother was standing by the pizza, and I wanted to congratulate him on his super awesome performance. Somehow, I gesticulated so emphatically that I actually managed to flip over a box of pizza at him. Luckily, I caught most of the pizza, but it was still embarrassing. His eyes got all wide and I believe he said something to the effect of, "Ahhhh, whoa whoa whoa!" Later, when my roommates and I left, I noticed I had pizza sauce all over both sleeves.
5. All semester, I have had a semi-secret half-crush on a boy in two of my classes. At the beginning of the semester, I was accidentally rude to him, so he doesn't really like me or talk to me. We were walking past each other in the carrels. I was deep in thought, really contemplating super important things. (To be exact, I was thinking about what I was going to eat for dinner when I got home.) I didn't really notice when he said very cheerily, "Ready for contracts?!" I sort of grunted at him and kept walking. He hasn't tried talking to me since. This is actually something that happens semi-often to me--people think I'm kind of mean, but really I'm just sort of lost in my own head somewhere and don't realize that they're talking to me until after the moment's passed, or I don't realize whatever I'm doing is rude. The thing is, being a sociology major doesn't mean I understand social norms or mores--it just means I know what those are and why they're important for society. I don't relate to other people all that well, and sometimes I'm downright flabbergasted by what's an acceptable interaction and what's not. You might say I'm sort of like an alien. Or I might say that, because I kind of like the idea. (Another weird quirk for another time...)
So there you have it. While these stories are entertaining, they also show how incredibly not smooth I am. I have this grand dream that someday a boy will find my awkwardness hilariously endearing. I'll trip over my own feet and he'll smile and say, "You're cute." I'll say something slightly creepy and he'll laugh because he understands my sense of humor. Hopefully, he'll see me about to take a giant bite of honey butter and rescue me before I put it in my mouth or after I say something rude he'll explain ever so gently, "That was rude, dumbo. Normal humans don't like to be told they're wrong every second of every day." Think of how my life will improve when this man enters it! I hope he exists or can be conjured up some time soon. I say conjured up because I am not opposed to magic. Or if they invent some of kind robot humans, I could handle that. Obviously an actual human male would be the most ideal, but I'm keeping my options open just in case.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Teeter Totter
Lately, I have felt like I'm on a teeter totter of emotion. I first started law school feeling very intimidated, scared, and anxious, because at orientation I felt like everyone was smarter than I am and I was out of my league. But then classes started and suddenly I realized...hey, this is school. I'm good at school. I can do this. And I like it.
And then came last week. I'm not really sure what was going on--the work wasn't really any harder than it has been, there wasn't more of it or anything like that--but suddenly I desperately HATED law school. Actually, hate isn't even the right word. I was despondent. I was reading a case, noticing the citations and realizing the work I was doing (and cursing) in my writing class was never going to end. That's part of being a lawyer. And I suddenly found myself on tearing up in the library, because as I pictured myself doing all that work and being a lawyer and arguing cases in court...I did not want to do that. All I wanted to see myself doing was being married and having kids.
I'm not saying wanting to be married and having kids is a bad thing. It is, however, a bad thing to realize you don't want to be a lawyer, not even a little bit, when you are in law school. It was like a quarter-life crisis (thank you, John Mayer, for the terminology) and it honestly left me in tears. In the law library. The hopelessness carried through the whole week, making me more susceptible to frustration when I didn't understand a case or when my teacher sprang last-minute extra readings on us.
I got a paper back from my T.A. that was just ripped apart. Almost every sentence had something crossed out or added or a comment saying something like, "Good, not great." Then I got a paper back from my teacher that got a "check." The possible grades were check minus, check, and check plus. And I got a check. On a paper. That doesn't happen to me. It meant I was "right where I was supposed to be" on the paper. But I wasn't exceeding. And then I wanted even more to quit. Why go through all that awful, stressful work if I didn't even want to be a lawyer?
I spent a week on the verge of tears at every moment I did anything school-related. Even if it wasn't hard, I didn't want to do it. I didn't know what to do. Drop out? I'm already tens of thousands of dollars in debt. What would I do if I drop out? I'm not really qualified in anything. Cue more hopelessness. Other stuff, non-school stuff, was going on at the same time to make me wonder, "Why is everything falling apart at the same time? I can't do this!"
And then today I realized...yeah, I can. I don't know where or how this epiphany came. All I know is I was in the library, working on my paper after finishing my reading for contracts and property, listening to some David Archuleta (don't judge), and the hopelessness was gone. I finished the section of my paper I was working on, sent it to my T.A., and left, and as I walked home, I felt amazing. I felt like skipping. I have no idea where you came from, renewed love for law school, but I'm glad you're here. Please won't you stay a while? Maybe...another 2 and a half years? Thanks.
In other news, I went to Rexburg this weekend. It was splendid, despite some minor old-roommate-holding-hands-with-boy-I-like drama. (Nothing I'm not used to at this point.) I think I should probably stop visiting Rexburg so often, because it is not getting easier to leave. I get a stomachache when I think of how I don't live there any more. I'm such a wuss. And a slow adjuster. However, what I should do and what I will do are not the same. I have no intention of reducing my Rexburg visits. I love that place.
My life is really not terribly exciting. I mean, it is to me, because it's my life and I like it--quite a bit, really--but I don't go on wild adventures or have admirers fawning over me at every turn. But I get to learn a ton and laugh a lot and I'm happy. :)
And then came last week. I'm not really sure what was going on--the work wasn't really any harder than it has been, there wasn't more of it or anything like that--but suddenly I desperately HATED law school. Actually, hate isn't even the right word. I was despondent. I was reading a case, noticing the citations and realizing the work I was doing (and cursing) in my writing class was never going to end. That's part of being a lawyer. And I suddenly found myself on tearing up in the library, because as I pictured myself doing all that work and being a lawyer and arguing cases in court...I did not want to do that. All I wanted to see myself doing was being married and having kids.
I'm not saying wanting to be married and having kids is a bad thing. It is, however, a bad thing to realize you don't want to be a lawyer, not even a little bit, when you are in law school. It was like a quarter-life crisis (thank you, John Mayer, for the terminology) and it honestly left me in tears. In the law library. The hopelessness carried through the whole week, making me more susceptible to frustration when I didn't understand a case or when my teacher sprang last-minute extra readings on us.
I got a paper back from my T.A. that was just ripped apart. Almost every sentence had something crossed out or added or a comment saying something like, "Good, not great." Then I got a paper back from my teacher that got a "check." The possible grades were check minus, check, and check plus. And I got a check. On a paper. That doesn't happen to me. It meant I was "right where I was supposed to be" on the paper. But I wasn't exceeding. And then I wanted even more to quit. Why go through all that awful, stressful work if I didn't even want to be a lawyer?
I spent a week on the verge of tears at every moment I did anything school-related. Even if it wasn't hard, I didn't want to do it. I didn't know what to do. Drop out? I'm already tens of thousands of dollars in debt. What would I do if I drop out? I'm not really qualified in anything. Cue more hopelessness. Other stuff, non-school stuff, was going on at the same time to make me wonder, "Why is everything falling apart at the same time? I can't do this!"
And then today I realized...yeah, I can. I don't know where or how this epiphany came. All I know is I was in the library, working on my paper after finishing my reading for contracts and property, listening to some David Archuleta (don't judge), and the hopelessness was gone. I finished the section of my paper I was working on, sent it to my T.A., and left, and as I walked home, I felt amazing. I felt like skipping. I have no idea where you came from, renewed love for law school, but I'm glad you're here. Please won't you stay a while? Maybe...another 2 and a half years? Thanks.
In other news, I went to Rexburg this weekend. It was splendid, despite some minor old-roommate-holding-hands-with-boy-I-like drama. (Nothing I'm not used to at this point.) I think I should probably stop visiting Rexburg so often, because it is not getting easier to leave. I get a stomachache when I think of how I don't live there any more. I'm such a wuss. And a slow adjuster. However, what I should do and what I will do are not the same. I have no intention of reducing my Rexburg visits. I love that place.
My life is really not terribly exciting. I mean, it is to me, because it's my life and I like it--quite a bit, really--but I don't go on wild adventures or have admirers fawning over me at every turn. But I get to learn a ton and laugh a lot and I'm happy. :)
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Law School Faves
So, I'm in law school now. I actually have been for two weeks, plus three days of orientation. I have been told 6 billion times that I should be proud to be there, that the people I've met are going to be my life long best friends, that I should not forget my life exists despite how much work I have to do, and that stare decisis means we follow precedent, which I already knew. Anyway, here are my top 5 fave things so far.
5. Wearing shorts to class. I realize this isn't law-school specific, but it is for me. At one point, I had decided I wouldn't ever wear shorts on campus out of loyalty for my BYU-I roots. But then I got here and it was 6 billion degrees, and I thought of all those times I hiked it up to the Ricks snugly in my jeans and close-toed shoes and sweated profusely, and I thought to myself...well, it doesn't mean I don't love BYUI less if I wear shorts. And now I get to enjoy a cool breeze without worrying about the wind taking my skirt away like a paper bag.
Downside: The law building is freezing. Walking to class feels nice, but I run the risk of hypothermia for the 9 or so hours I'm inside.
4. The nerd aspect. All my life, I've had a tendency to be the nerdiest person in any given room. I've been submitted to blank stares (at best) when I bring up logical fallacies and open hostility when I use facts to prove others wrong. But suddenly I came to law school and almost everyone is nerdy! When I express my doubt over the soundness of someone's logic, I get a logical argument back. It makes my nerd heart squeal with glee.
Downside: I am getting nerdier by the day.
3. It makes sense to me. I'm not going to lie, I was incredibly intimidated and frustrated after orientation. I felt inadequate and stupid. Then classes started and my teachers talked and I read and...it was school. Sure, there's more reading, and the fact that my teachers use the Socratic method incites me to actually do said reading, but it's the same basic principles. Read. Write. Go to class. I happen to be a very proficient reader, so I'm doing fine.
Downside: I'm worried I'm going to find out I'm not doing as fine as I think I am.
2. Being done with all my responsibilities by about 6:00 every night. I've never not had a job while going to school, so I've always had work contending with my classes and homework, meaning I often neglected my homework in favor of socializing or sleeping. The American Bar Association doesn't allow 1L's (first year law students) to hold jobs (or take classes outside the law classes, such as biological anthropology, not that I'm bitter) so they can focus on law school. It's kind of awesome doing all my homework after class and then going home and doing whatever I want. So far, this has meant vegging on my butt in front of the TV. Turns out "Friends" is on every day at 6.
Downside: I am poor and owe the government money.
And my number one all time favorite...
I get my own study carrel! BYU Law gives every student a key to their very own (rented) cubicle in the library, with drawers and cupboards that lock and is especially assigned to one student and one student only. I LOVE IT. I am super nerdy; this has been established. (See fave #4 above.) Having my own space, set aside especially for me and especially for studying, is practically heaven. I get to leave my books there and any other study tools I use. I seriously love it way too much.
Downside: All 3 people in the carrels immediately surrounding me are married men. We do not socialize. I do my work and that's that. I ignore the laughter and happiness coming from other sections of the study carrels.
5. Wearing shorts to class. I realize this isn't law-school specific, but it is for me. At one point, I had decided I wouldn't ever wear shorts on campus out of loyalty for my BYU-I roots. But then I got here and it was 6 billion degrees, and I thought of all those times I hiked it up to the Ricks snugly in my jeans and close-toed shoes and sweated profusely, and I thought to myself...well, it doesn't mean I don't love BYUI less if I wear shorts. And now I get to enjoy a cool breeze without worrying about the wind taking my skirt away like a paper bag.
Downside: The law building is freezing. Walking to class feels nice, but I run the risk of hypothermia for the 9 or so hours I'm inside.
4. The nerd aspect. All my life, I've had a tendency to be the nerdiest person in any given room. I've been submitted to blank stares (at best) when I bring up logical fallacies and open hostility when I use facts to prove others wrong. But suddenly I came to law school and almost everyone is nerdy! When I express my doubt over the soundness of someone's logic, I get a logical argument back. It makes my nerd heart squeal with glee.
Downside: I am getting nerdier by the day.
3. It makes sense to me. I'm not going to lie, I was incredibly intimidated and frustrated after orientation. I felt inadequate and stupid. Then classes started and my teachers talked and I read and...it was school. Sure, there's more reading, and the fact that my teachers use the Socratic method incites me to actually do said reading, but it's the same basic principles. Read. Write. Go to class. I happen to be a very proficient reader, so I'm doing fine.
Downside: I'm worried I'm going to find out I'm not doing as fine as I think I am.
2. Being done with all my responsibilities by about 6:00 every night. I've never not had a job while going to school, so I've always had work contending with my classes and homework, meaning I often neglected my homework in favor of socializing or sleeping. The American Bar Association doesn't allow 1L's (first year law students) to hold jobs (or take classes outside the law classes, such as biological anthropology, not that I'm bitter) so they can focus on law school. It's kind of awesome doing all my homework after class and then going home and doing whatever I want. So far, this has meant vegging on my butt in front of the TV. Turns out "Friends" is on every day at 6.
Downside: I am poor and owe the government money.
And my number one all time favorite...
I get my own study carrel! BYU Law gives every student a key to their very own (rented) cubicle in the library, with drawers and cupboards that lock and is especially assigned to one student and one student only. I LOVE IT. I am super nerdy; this has been established. (See fave #4 above.) Having my own space, set aside especially for me and especially for studying, is practically heaven. I get to leave my books there and any other study tools I use. I seriously love it way too much.
Downside: All 3 people in the carrels immediately surrounding me are married men. We do not socialize. I do my work and that's that. I ignore the laughter and happiness coming from other sections of the study carrels.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Decisions
I have to make a decision on where to go to law school. Like, now. Actually more like last week. But I keep putting it off because I DON'T KNOW WHERE TO GO. BYU is obviously a very logical choice. I have family there, I have friends there, it is a great school, and it is AMAZINGLY cheap. However. It turns out being a woman is getting me very far. I am getting accepted to schools better than BYU. So far I haven't gotten into any that are crazy better, but just a few spots higher-ranked. I'm just waiting to hear back from Indiana (ranked 27 or 26 or maybe 28?), and then I'll make my decision. (Before I was "just waiting to hear back from Arizona" before I made my decision. Notice a trend? I'm a champion procrastinator.) I set the deadline for myself that if I don't hear back from Indiana by March 25th I am going to commit to BYU.
I'm also trying to decide which type of law I want to pursue. Originally, I thought I wanted to do family law, and I haven't exactly ruled it out, but lately I've been looking more at criminal prosecution or international human rights. It sounds very impressive, doesn't it? I have to admit I work it into conversation whenever possible because I like sounding smart. Yes, I am pathetic. No, it doesn't bother me much.
Decisions of other kinds...well I don't have many. Daily, I curse the decision of what to wear in the morning. I usually go with jeans and a sweatshirt because I am tired and it is cold and why bother looking cute when I cover it all up with 3 jackets anyway? Deciding what to eat is actually not much of a hassle, because I never buy food, so options are limited. I hate grocery shopping. I'm not a starving college student because I'm poor; I'm a starving college student because I'm lazy. Ridiculous.
It's warming up! But it's still cold. And it will probably snow at least two more times before it's really spring. I don't understand why people are so worried about global warming. All the polar bears could just move to Rexburg and be fine. In fact, I frequently wish global warming would speed up so it will hit Idaho. Is that bad?
I'm also trying to decide which type of law I want to pursue. Originally, I thought I wanted to do family law, and I haven't exactly ruled it out, but lately I've been looking more at criminal prosecution or international human rights. It sounds very impressive, doesn't it? I have to admit I work it into conversation whenever possible because I like sounding smart. Yes, I am pathetic. No, it doesn't bother me much.
Decisions of other kinds...well I don't have many. Daily, I curse the decision of what to wear in the morning. I usually go with jeans and a sweatshirt because I am tired and it is cold and why bother looking cute when I cover it all up with 3 jackets anyway? Deciding what to eat is actually not much of a hassle, because I never buy food, so options are limited. I hate grocery shopping. I'm not a starving college student because I'm poor; I'm a starving college student because I'm lazy. Ridiculous.
It's warming up! But it's still cold. And it will probably snow at least two more times before it's really spring. I don't understand why people are so worried about global warming. All the polar bears could just move to Rexburg and be fine. In fact, I frequently wish global warming would speed up so it will hit Idaho. Is that bad?
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Some Updates
These are in no particular order. Okay, that's a lie. They have an order...the order in which I think of them.
1. My feet are absolutely freezing right now. I have socks on, but I'm contemplating putting on another pair plus my slippers. Seriously, I live in Antarctica.
2. I have many projects due next week. Huge projects. Very important projects. Projects that determine my whole grade. Yet here we are.
3. I have submitted 5 law school applications, 4 of which cost only the LSAC reporting fee of $12 because the schools decided they like me and would give me fee waivers. Why thank you, Law School People! How kind of you. I could potentially become fond of you as well.
4. I have a date next Friday with the boy on whom I have a large crush. :)
5. My roommates and I are going to Idaho Falls tonight to go Christmas shopping and have dinner at Red Robin. We spend lots of time together as a whole apartment because we're awesome and fun and say crazy things to each other that we write on our mirror so we can continue to laugh at them for weeks to come.
6. I've decided not to buy any more cosmetics or cleaning supplies tested on animals. Call me a hippie, but I just don't feel comfortable with the thought of a little bunny going blind so I can have mascara. Do I enjoy not looking like a 12-year-old? Yes. Yes, I do. But not enough to support animal cruelty.
7. I have to go to the bathroom really badly.
8. I am VERY excited for my favorite roommate to come back to Rexburg next semester, even though she is now married and won't be my roommate and everything will be different. Wow, that thought went from exciting to depressing very quickly. Anyway, I'll still get to see her everyday because we work together. Huzzah!
9. My grammar principle as of late is not ending sentences with prepositions. For example, in my previous sentence, "They have an order...the order in which I think of them", I did not say, "the order I think of them in" because "in" is a preposition and should not end a sentence. I sound extra nerdy and slightly snobby, but it makes my grammar nerd heart happy. Even if no one I talk to is aware of the principle, I am, and that's all I care about. And after I started paying special attention to it, I saw an episode of the Big Bang Theory (my new favorite show) where Sheldon pointed out the exact principle to one of the other characters. Thank you so much for validating me, Sheldon. I love you forever.
10. My feet are still freezing.
1. My feet are absolutely freezing right now. I have socks on, but I'm contemplating putting on another pair plus my slippers. Seriously, I live in Antarctica.
2. I have many projects due next week. Huge projects. Very important projects. Projects that determine my whole grade. Yet here we are.
3. I have submitted 5 law school applications, 4 of which cost only the LSAC reporting fee of $12 because the schools decided they like me and would give me fee waivers. Why thank you, Law School People! How kind of you. I could potentially become fond of you as well.
4. I have a date next Friday with the boy on whom I have a large crush. :)
5. My roommates and I are going to Idaho Falls tonight to go Christmas shopping and have dinner at Red Robin. We spend lots of time together as a whole apartment because we're awesome and fun and say crazy things to each other that we write on our mirror so we can continue to laugh at them for weeks to come.
6. I've decided not to buy any more cosmetics or cleaning supplies tested on animals. Call me a hippie, but I just don't feel comfortable with the thought of a little bunny going blind so I can have mascara. Do I enjoy not looking like a 12-year-old? Yes. Yes, I do. But not enough to support animal cruelty.
7. I have to go to the bathroom really badly.
8. I am VERY excited for my favorite roommate to come back to Rexburg next semester, even though she is now married and won't be my roommate and everything will be different. Wow, that thought went from exciting to depressing very quickly. Anyway, I'll still get to see her everyday because we work together. Huzzah!
9. My grammar principle as of late is not ending sentences with prepositions. For example, in my previous sentence, "They have an order...the order in which I think of them", I did not say, "the order I think of them in" because "in" is a preposition and should not end a sentence. I sound extra nerdy and slightly snobby, but it makes my grammar nerd heart happy. Even if no one I talk to is aware of the principle, I am, and that's all I care about. And after I started paying special attention to it, I saw an episode of the Big Bang Theory (my new favorite show) where Sheldon pointed out the exact principle to one of the other characters. Thank you so much for validating me, Sheldon. I love you forever.
10. My feet are still freezing.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Assorted News
First off, I got my LSAT score back. And ohhhhhhh baby am I proud of myself! I got a 163, which is the 88th percentile. I keep going back to the website to look at my score to make sure I really did read it right and it really isn't going away.
It's probably good enough to get me into my top choices (University of Maryland, BYU, George Washington, Lewis and Clark, Gonzaga), but my GPA may possibly drag me down. 3.5 sounds great when compared to my 2.8 roommate, but it doesn't look so hot next to all the 3.7s and 3.8s I'll be up against. Curses on Hebrew and Anatomy for giving me so much trouble! (But they were definitely my favorite classes and taught me the most. Why can't I be graded on how hard I tried and how much I learned?)
In other news, my "no-crush" resolution from the last post was a dismal failure. I lasted all of three weeks into the semester. I was holding out. I went the whole 7-week break prepping myself. I was really doing it. I did not flirt with a male in all that time, though at least one tried. In fact, I was so anti-boy I was rude. It was mean of me. And this particular new boy got some of that meanness in the beginning, before I even noticed him.
And then one day at work I heard a voice behind me and turned around to look and...well, he was cute. But then I forgot about him and went back to my man-hating. Until a few days later, when there was an open seat next to him.
"Okay, self," I told myself, "You have two options. You can stay away from him and keep your resolution and save yourself a lot of trouble and worrying and heartache. Or you can go sit next to him, talk to him, and inevitably end up with a crush on him that will most likely end in more frustration, tears, and pain."
Obviously I chose B.
It took about 5 seconds for me to develop a mad crush on him. He is smart, funny, very cute, nice, and (I think like this best of all) he tells me things like "You are beautiful" and "You make me smile" and "You're one of my favorite people" and wraps me up in big giant hugs in his big giant arms and smiles big giant smiles down at me. It's completely foreign and slightly scary but kind of amazing at the same time. :)
I keep telling myself not to get my hopes up, but myself won't listen and my hopes are already up. He seems pretty interested in me, but then again a few before him have seemed that way, as well. We shall see. I just hope I'm not shooting myself in the foot by half-expecting him to turn out to be a waste of time. I have a hard time believing it could be that easy--I could like someone and he could actually like me back, just like that. It's never happened that way before. I'm a sociologist. I follow trends and patterns, and this does not fit the trend. I want to do research and study and understand it scientifically.
It's probably good enough to get me into my top choices (University of Maryland, BYU, George Washington, Lewis and Clark, Gonzaga), but my GPA may possibly drag me down. 3.5 sounds great when compared to my 2.8 roommate, but it doesn't look so hot next to all the 3.7s and 3.8s I'll be up against. Curses on Hebrew and Anatomy for giving me so much trouble! (But they were definitely my favorite classes and taught me the most. Why can't I be graded on how hard I tried and how much I learned?)
In other news, my "no-crush" resolution from the last post was a dismal failure. I lasted all of three weeks into the semester. I was holding out. I went the whole 7-week break prepping myself. I was really doing it. I did not flirt with a male in all that time, though at least one tried. In fact, I was so anti-boy I was rude. It was mean of me. And this particular new boy got some of that meanness in the beginning, before I even noticed him.
And then one day at work I heard a voice behind me and turned around to look and...well, he was cute. But then I forgot about him and went back to my man-hating. Until a few days later, when there was an open seat next to him.
"Okay, self," I told myself, "You have two options. You can stay away from him and keep your resolution and save yourself a lot of trouble and worrying and heartache. Or you can go sit next to him, talk to him, and inevitably end up with a crush on him that will most likely end in more frustration, tears, and pain."
Obviously I chose B.
It took about 5 seconds for me to develop a mad crush on him. He is smart, funny, very cute, nice, and (I think like this best of all) he tells me things like "You are beautiful" and "You make me smile" and "You're one of my favorite people" and wraps me up in big giant hugs in his big giant arms and smiles big giant smiles down at me. It's completely foreign and slightly scary but kind of amazing at the same time. :)
I keep telling myself not to get my hopes up, but myself won't listen and my hopes are already up. He seems pretty interested in me, but then again a few before him have seemed that way, as well. We shall see. I just hope I'm not shooting myself in the foot by half-expecting him to turn out to be a waste of time. I have a hard time believing it could be that easy--I could like someone and he could actually like me back, just like that. It's never happened that way before. I'm a sociologist. I follow trends and patterns, and this does not fit the trend. I want to do research and study and understand it scientifically.
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