Hi!
So sorry for not updating in a while. I wish I had an excuse, but really I'm too lazy to think of one in lieu of well...being lazy. Sorry I'm not sorry.
The past year was my first year in law school (duh) and it was hard (duh, again). However, I knew the academics were going to be challenging, but I didn't realize that people were going to be lame when we went out. To be fair, there were some really fun nights. Obviously one of which was my birthday party, which was an 80's karaoke night. It was the biggest party of the fall semester and it took place on a Wednesday. People are really obsessed with me mostly because I sang "Total Eclipse of the Heart" by Bonnie Tyler...twice. One of which was the Old School version. However, we go to a lot of smokey, dive bars where people talk about school and teachers. Gross.
Law school has a range of different ages so it's natural that there would be a pretty significant divide in social behavior at big functions. By "significant divide" I mean the young ones like myself you just graduated undergraduate the year before would get substantially intoxicated. I expected certain comments, but never people questioning your moral turpitude (vocab gold star goes to ME) or your intelligence. Just because I can beat you in chugging Irish Car Bomb doesn't mean I don't know more than you about felony murder (because I do).
So blah blah blah law school people judge me blah blah. I felt I had lost my mojo. With a random epiphany, I have become interested in moving to D.C. after graduation and found a Diversity job fair at the end of July because I'm Mexican and a female I got doubly invited. Word. Coincidentally my college roommate Keegan lives there now, so it was an excuse to go visit her.
After my job fair Keegan and I went to happy hour with buckets of beer, and then met up with her boyfriend and his friends to play a late 90's, early millennium pop power hour followed by 3 hours of beer pong. This was followed the following evening by another power hour (all Britney Spears) and drinks in Maryland. Even when I had to fly out Monday morning, Sunday was filled with sand volleyball, celebratory drinks, and yes....another power hour. It was probably the best weekend I've had in a really long time because for once I was joking around about how cool Limp Bizkit used to be and how one of the guys had a playlist from college entitled "No one's straight in 2008" compiled mostly of Cascada techno music.
So, I've decided to pursue this lifestyle and move to D.C. after graduation. Or at least save up money to visit people who don't suck.
K thanks (LOVE YOU) bye!
P.S. I can drink 14 beers and still wake up at 10 the next morning to do activities. I wish I could say I was proud of this fact, but alas drinking is going to be expensive until I rope in some guy to buy my drinks for me.
Friday, August 5, 2011
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Wait, I'm semi domestic?
Hi!
So I'm using the term 'weekly' really loosely because I'm posting twice today. I make the rules of my own blog, what up!
My mother is a little OCD and used cleaning as a punishment for my sister and I growing up. Hence, (yeah, HENCE--Anna Faris The House Bunny) I hate cleaning and as a side note I also hate cooking, doing laundry, buying groceries, and decorating. I would be the worst wife ever if it was 1950. My ultimate goal is to get through law school, make a lot of money and hire people to do all that stuff for me. Or find a really domestic guy who also happens to be straight and not wear skinny jeans. I know I'm really aiming high here. I don't know if this stems from me rebelling against gender stereotypes (probably not) or my tendency of being a bum in my free time (sounds about right). But, this hatred of all things Martha Stewart stands for has dictated my decision to live in a dorm room most of the year with a meal plan. I'd rather live with rowdy undergrads than use a swiffer on a regular basis.
For some strange, ungodly reason, I decided sub-leasing my friend's apartment for the summer would be a grand idea. It was fun until my dishes piled so high they were dangerously close to my ceiling. Okay, that was an over-exaggeration, whatever.
I do have one fond memory of being domestic as a undergrad at Mizzou (University of Missouri) my roommate and I lived in the cutest old apartment that did not have a dishwasher. My roommate Keegan, a lovely soul, gave me a choice between the two evils. She would cook dinner and I would do the dishes. It was the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. Not really. But it was a beautiful arrangement...until my hands turned pruney because I'm too cheap to buy dish washing gloves.
However to my surprise and horror, today I actually took pleasure today in doing all of my dishes by hand. I even bought a new sponge for the occasion, it's a Dobie. Super fancy. I was shocked at the realization I was having a pleasant time scrubbing the evil oatmeal crumbs of my bowls and defeating the vegetable juice residue off my pink plastic cups. This new mindset triggered a complete re-evalutation of who I am and what I stand for. Who am I really? Do I like cooking? Should I be watching HGTV? Maybe I should learn how to make a chicken pot pie...
Twenty minutes later, I snapped out of it. Silly Catherine. I wasn't enjoying the physical act of washing dishes. Washing dishes is terrible and tedious. I was simply revisiting my pleasant memories during my senior year of college and washing dishes reminded me of those simple times when I didn't have to study until 12 hours before the test and when I could get margaritas between classes.
In the future, I will continue to continue being true to myself and loathe all things domestic...probably. I'm going to go eat my lean cuisine with a plastic fork now while dust bunnies multiply like...real bunnies on my kitchen floor.
k thanks (love you) BYE!
So I'm using the term 'weekly' really loosely because I'm posting twice today. I make the rules of my own blog, what up!
My mother is a little OCD and used cleaning as a punishment for my sister and I growing up. Hence, (yeah, HENCE--Anna Faris The House Bunny) I hate cleaning and as a side note I also hate cooking, doing laundry, buying groceries, and decorating. I would be the worst wife ever if it was 1950. My ultimate goal is to get through law school, make a lot of money and hire people to do all that stuff for me. Or find a really domestic guy who also happens to be straight and not wear skinny jeans. I know I'm really aiming high here. I don't know if this stems from me rebelling against gender stereotypes (probably not) or my tendency of being a bum in my free time (sounds about right). But, this hatred of all things Martha Stewart stands for has dictated my decision to live in a dorm room most of the year with a meal plan. I'd rather live with rowdy undergrads than use a swiffer on a regular basis.
For some strange, ungodly reason, I decided sub-leasing my friend's apartment for the summer would be a grand idea. It was fun until my dishes piled so high they were dangerously close to my ceiling. Okay, that was an over-exaggeration, whatever.
I do have one fond memory of being domestic as a undergrad at Mizzou (University of Missouri) my roommate and I lived in the cutest old apartment that did not have a dishwasher. My roommate Keegan, a lovely soul, gave me a choice between the two evils. She would cook dinner and I would do the dishes. It was the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. Not really. But it was a beautiful arrangement...until my hands turned pruney because I'm too cheap to buy dish washing gloves.
However to my surprise and horror, today I actually took pleasure today in doing all of my dishes by hand. I even bought a new sponge for the occasion, it's a Dobie. Super fancy. I was shocked at the realization I was having a pleasant time scrubbing the evil oatmeal crumbs of my bowls and defeating the vegetable juice residue off my pink plastic cups. This new mindset triggered a complete re-evalutation of who I am and what I stand for. Who am I really? Do I like cooking? Should I be watching HGTV? Maybe I should learn how to make a chicken pot pie...
Twenty minutes later, I snapped out of it. Silly Catherine. I wasn't enjoying the physical act of washing dishes. Washing dishes is terrible and tedious. I was simply revisiting my pleasant memories during my senior year of college and washing dishes reminded me of those simple times when I didn't have to study until 12 hours before the test and when I could get margaritas between classes.
In the future, I will continue to continue being true to myself and loathe all things domestic...probably. I'm going to go eat my lean cuisine with a plastic fork now while dust bunnies multiply like...real bunnies on my kitchen floor.
k thanks (love you) BYE!
Wait, I blog now?
Hi!
Being a second year law student allows me to evaluate (and receive feedback) on what I suck at. More specifically, what things I used to think I mastered in high school (like research, writing, and school) are now considered "mediocre" because everyone in law is really really smart. However, having survived my first year and then some summer school, I still maintain I've kept my charm.
Let me explain. Throughout most of my adult life I've always been a little quirky. I used to tell people I was awkward, but that gave people the impression that I was playing Dungeons and Dragons in my basement with imaginary friends or something. The word "quirky" is a little more playful like Diane Keaton wearing a suit in Annie Hall. By quirky I mean I memorize random movie trivia, I remember every face I see, I have a special place in my heart for Celine Dion, I tend to say exactly what I'm thinking at all times and I heat up my orange juice in the microwave.
Now you may be telling me via the internet universe "Catherine get to the freaking point, what is the point of this blog?" Well! I tend to think differently than most people and have a hard time expressing my ideas to people directly and thought blogging might be a fun experiment. Or it may be a back-up career if the whole law school thing doesn't go according to plan. Tucker Max and the Amy Adams character from that movie Julie and Julia.
So get ready for weekly updates about what's going on in my life (and my friends who give me permission...or you know...don't). Be prepared for a lot of movie references, a lot of parentheses (because I'm obsessed with them), and some complaining about law school and the crazy people in class with me. Stress does weird things to people, I've both observed it and experienced it.
K thanks (love you) BYE!
Being a second year law student allows me to evaluate (and receive feedback) on what I suck at. More specifically, what things I used to think I mastered in high school (like research, writing, and school) are now considered "mediocre" because everyone in law is really really smart. However, having survived my first year and then some summer school, I still maintain I've kept my charm.
Let me explain. Throughout most of my adult life I've always been a little quirky. I used to tell people I was awkward, but that gave people the impression that I was playing Dungeons and Dragons in my basement with imaginary friends or something. The word "quirky" is a little more playful like Diane Keaton wearing a suit in Annie Hall. By quirky I mean I memorize random movie trivia, I remember every face I see, I have a special place in my heart for Celine Dion, I tend to say exactly what I'm thinking at all times and I heat up my orange juice in the microwave.
Now you may be telling me via the internet universe "Catherine get to the freaking point, what is the point of this blog?" Well! I tend to think differently than most people and have a hard time expressing my ideas to people directly and thought blogging might be a fun experiment. Or it may be a back-up career if the whole law school thing doesn't go according to plan. Tucker Max and the Amy Adams character from that movie Julie and Julia.
So get ready for weekly updates about what's going on in my life (and my friends who give me permission...or you know...don't). Be prepared for a lot of movie references, a lot of parentheses (because I'm obsessed with them), and some complaining about law school and the crazy people in class with me. Stress does weird things to people, I've both observed it and experienced it.
K thanks (love you) BYE!
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