Hi, sorry I haven't written in a while. I've actually had a life. WEIRD.
So sadly there's only about 1 more week until Summer is over. This news is exciting because I will be done with my summer class on Monday, this is sad because instead of 1 class, I will now have 4 in addition to working 20 hours a week.
Why can't they pay me to be a bum? I'd be CEO of bumming before Katy Perry and John Mayer break up. (Seriously Katy Perry, have you not heard the Taylor Swift song, it's titled "Dear John" and just talks about how huge a d-bag he is.)
So I'm semi in charge of planning Orientation for the new law students. It's been pretty simple, ask for volunteers, design a kick ass t shirt (which I did, it's bright orange). But, one of my last jobs is to make 285 copies of the orientation packet. Easy Enough. It's done, It's basically done.
THE KINKOS INCIDENT
I stop by Kinkos on the way home from work and tell them what I want, it takes about 3 minutes for the girl to initiate with a super casual tone the following conversation
Kinkos girl: Ok, that'll be $523.17.
Me: Wait....what? You want me to pay how much? (I actually say "wait, what" a lot in real life)
Kinkos girl: Well yea, you want 285 copies right? So It's $523.17
(i continue to just stare her down)
Kinkos girl: Well it's $515 without staples
Me: Oh thanks, that's super helpful.
Kinkos girl: It's just how much it costs
Me: But whyyyy? (I was whining in public) Like, what are you doing to this paper to make it pretty much the same price as my rent?
Kinkos girl: Well you said double sided, and it's a lot of paper
Me: Is it scented?
Kinkos girl: Scented? No, what are you talking about?
Me: I'd understand if it was scented. Elle Woods has a scented resume, it'd be pretty understandable if you were spraying Chanel No.5 on the paper. But just to be clear, I don't need to be that fancy.
Kinkos girl: Who's Elle Woods? (this girl is like 16 years old)
Me: Elle Woods? The Bend and Snap?
(she continues to stare at me blankly)
Me: Reese Witherspoon's breakout role that basically caused her divorce with Ryan Phillippee b/c she was too successful?
Kinko's girl: Oh Reese Witherspoon is bff's with Robert Pattinson
Me: YES, can you believe Kristen Stewart cheated on R-Patz!
Kinko's girl: I love Kristen Stewart, she's like...so great.
(I just stare this girl down)
Me: Never mind. So like....it really costs 500 dollars to make copies?
Kinkos girl: Well, it's $523.17, $515 without staples.
Me: Plane tickets are cheaper.
Kinkos girl: Ok.
Me: Coach purses are cheaper
Kinkos girl: Ok.
Me: I could buy 2 seasons of the West Wing and still have money to go shopping.
Kinkos girl: What's the West Wing?
Me: The genius of Aaron S.......I'm going to go now.
Kinkos girl: Ok.
So, if anyone has any ideas of how to make copies less than 523.17 I'd greatly appreciate it.
Thursday, August 2, 2012
Friday, June 29, 2012
Wait, you're listening to what?
In high school I went through a music elitist phase. I was that girl who would "find" new underground alternative bands, get really territorial about being a "real fan" and then stop listening to said band if they made it onto the TRL countdown because they were too mainstream. Whoops. I also bought a lot of black, band t-shirts from Hot Topic. Double Whoops.
Ever since then, I've done a complete 180 because now people make fun of the music I listen to on a daily basis. My music taste is comprised up of mostly Top 40, 80s pop, and popular country. I try not to judge anyone else because I did in fact go to the Britney Spears concert last summer and it was awesome. Duh.
HOWEVER, at work I sit next to Dwayne. Dwayne is a 40 something year old nerdy white man who some people say resemble Drew Carey. Dwayne likes to listen to his music at a reasonable volume (See: Office Space) through his iPod speakers. Dwayne's music is probably most bizarre compilation of music I have ever heard. Instead of describing in detail how amusing I find Dwayne and his music (because let's face it...I could go on forever), I'm just going to list popular songs he listens to all day every day, for 6 hours a day....for the past 6 months.
He also bangs on his desk to the wrong beat of each song. Sometimes he bangs on my desk.
I would become annoyed at this behavior if it wasn't so freaking funny.
Today's playlist:
Trapped in the closet- R.Kelly
I don't want to be in love - Good Charlotte
Face Down- The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
Arms Wide Open - Creed
Boys, boys, boys - Lady Gaga
Be Italian - Nine, the musical starring Daniel Day Lewis
I don't want to be in love (Again) - Good Charlotte
Sugar we're going down - Fall Out Boy
Burn it to the ground - Nickelback (he played this one 5 times in a row)
So what - Pink
Highway to Hell - AC/DC
I don't want to be in love- Good Charlotte (I think it's his favorite song)
Telephone - Lady Gaga
Run around- Blues Traveler
Move, bitch - Ludacris
Disclaimer: sorry to offend anyone's music taste. But, you should probably reevaluate your music taste if you listen to all of these songs in this order on a daily basis. Seriously.
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Wait, carbs make you fat?
Stolen from Scott Pilgrim vs. the World. FANTASTIC movie.
So today is the very first day of summer, which is dumb because I've been celebrating summer ever since May 16th when class was let out. Summer is a season where fun is to be had and clothes are to be shed in favor of swim suits, short shorts, tank tops and sun dresses. Living in San Antonio the weather is pretty much equivalent to what I expect Hades to feel like, so this lack of clothing is not only encouraged, it's necessary if you don't want to pass out walking from the parking lot of HEB to the actual store. I would rather some people in San Antonio wear more clothing, but I understand the reasoning.
My silent/sometimes vocal judgment of people who are carrying an extra dozen donuts or two in their mid-sections has inspired me to work out and eat correctly this summer so I don't have an anxiety attack the next time someone invites me to their pool to lay out or to float the river.
The working out aspect came easy, but eating right is so tricky so I'm analyzing some of the fad diets out there.
Weight Watchers: this is the one with the point system. You write down everything you eat and add up points. I guess you can eat anything you want as long as you measure it out? Points = Addition = Math = Dumb. I ruled out Weight Waters pretty quickly because I was the person who threw myself a large party when I finished my last math class in college. I wish I could count how many beers I had that evening, but I was boycotting math at that point. Also: kind of sick of hearing how much weight Jennifer Hudson has lost. It's been like 2 years, you look awesome, we get it. You also married a guy who was a contestant on "I Love you New York" famous ex of Flavor Flav. Judged.
Jenny Craig: I was drawn to Jenny Craig at first because let's face it, celebrity endorsements? Yes please! Mariah Carey, Kirstie Alley and Jason Alexander (what?) are telling me I too can lose weight with Jenny and then by proxy be best friends! Lies. Because then all your food is in these stupid tv dinner packages that make the french toast look like a post-it size bran pancake. Gross. These celebrities did not actually use Jenny Craig. I do not picture Mariah Carey, diva extraordinaire heating up her chicken parm in a microwave while Nick Cannon eats a steak. Nope.
Nutrisystem: Marie Osmond + food delivered to your house sounds awesome! But then it's the same thing as Jenny Craig. No, I do not want to eat tv dinners all day every day. Nope.
South Beach: actually I've done this one before and it's pretty good. Except for the first 2 weeks entails no drinking....what.....no drinking? When during summer can I portion out 2 weeks of no drinking? Also you can't eat carbs the first weeks either. What am I supposed to do when I'm home by myself not drinking? And now you tell me I can't have bread to comfort me being agoraphobic? Rude.
Cookie Diet? Not worth talking about. I saw the creator of that diet on Millionaire Matchmakers and he was a huge tool. That was enough for me to not consider that diet. I would give anything to be on that show. I guess I have to be a millionaire first. Dang.
So now I'm just modifying what I eat based mostly on the South Beach low-carb diet. But I still drink and eat bread sometimes (take that South Beach, bread is delicious!) Well if you're interested at all this is what I'm doing, I have no recommendations to say if this is right or not.
Breakfast: Either scrambled eggs with spinach, tomatoes and mushrooms with turkey sausage. Or Kashi Cereal or Oatmeal with yogurt if I'm lazy. Which is often.
Lunch: Tuna (or turkey sandwich) string cheese, apples, almonds, and sparkling water. I learned you have to drain the water from tuna to avoid other co-workers coming into your office and almost gagging while you eat your undrained tuna. Lesson learned. Sorry Jerry.
Dinner: Either soup of some sort, or shrimp with cooked veggies or chicken with cooked veggies, or wheat pasta with veggies....or cereal.
So there it is, I don't really have any concept if it's working, but my goal is to look good for the 2 weddings I have to go to in September...and maybe wear a slightly slutty costume for Halloween.....we'll see how this goes!
So today is the very first day of summer, which is dumb because I've been celebrating summer ever since May 16th when class was let out. Summer is a season where fun is to be had and clothes are to be shed in favor of swim suits, short shorts, tank tops and sun dresses. Living in San Antonio the weather is pretty much equivalent to what I expect Hades to feel like, so this lack of clothing is not only encouraged, it's necessary if you don't want to pass out walking from the parking lot of HEB to the actual store. I would rather some people in San Antonio wear more clothing, but I understand the reasoning.
My silent/sometimes vocal judgment of people who are carrying an extra dozen donuts or two in their mid-sections has inspired me to work out and eat correctly this summer so I don't have an anxiety attack the next time someone invites me to their pool to lay out or to float the river.
The working out aspect came easy, but eating right is so tricky so I'm analyzing some of the fad diets out there.
Weight Watchers: this is the one with the point system. You write down everything you eat and add up points. I guess you can eat anything you want as long as you measure it out? Points = Addition = Math = Dumb. I ruled out Weight Waters pretty quickly because I was the person who threw myself a large party when I finished my last math class in college. I wish I could count how many beers I had that evening, but I was boycotting math at that point. Also: kind of sick of hearing how much weight Jennifer Hudson has lost. It's been like 2 years, you look awesome, we get it. You also married a guy who was a contestant on "I Love you New York" famous ex of Flavor Flav. Judged.
Jenny Craig: I was drawn to Jenny Craig at first because let's face it, celebrity endorsements? Yes please! Mariah Carey, Kirstie Alley and Jason Alexander (what?) are telling me I too can lose weight with Jenny and then by proxy be best friends! Lies. Because then all your food is in these stupid tv dinner packages that make the french toast look like a post-it size bran pancake. Gross. These celebrities did not actually use Jenny Craig. I do not picture Mariah Carey, diva extraordinaire heating up her chicken parm in a microwave while Nick Cannon eats a steak. Nope.
Nutrisystem: Marie Osmond + food delivered to your house sounds awesome! But then it's the same thing as Jenny Craig. No, I do not want to eat tv dinners all day every day. Nope.
South Beach: actually I've done this one before and it's pretty good. Except for the first 2 weeks entails no drinking....what.....no drinking? When during summer can I portion out 2 weeks of no drinking? Also you can't eat carbs the first weeks either. What am I supposed to do when I'm home by myself not drinking? And now you tell me I can't have bread to comfort me being agoraphobic? Rude.
Cookie Diet? Not worth talking about. I saw the creator of that diet on Millionaire Matchmakers and he was a huge tool. That was enough for me to not consider that diet. I would give anything to be on that show. I guess I have to be a millionaire first. Dang.
So now I'm just modifying what I eat based mostly on the South Beach low-carb diet. But I still drink and eat bread sometimes (take that South Beach, bread is delicious!) Well if you're interested at all this is what I'm doing, I have no recommendations to say if this is right or not.
Breakfast: Either scrambled eggs with spinach, tomatoes and mushrooms with turkey sausage. Or Kashi Cereal or Oatmeal with yogurt if I'm lazy. Which is often.
Lunch: Tuna (or turkey sandwich) string cheese, apples, almonds, and sparkling water. I learned you have to drain the water from tuna to avoid other co-workers coming into your office and almost gagging while you eat your undrained tuna. Lesson learned. Sorry Jerry.
Dinner: Either soup of some sort, or shrimp with cooked veggies or chicken with cooked veggies, or wheat pasta with veggies....or cereal.
So there it is, I don't really have any concept if it's working, but my goal is to look good for the 2 weddings I have to go to in September...and maybe wear a slightly slutty costume for Halloween.....we'll see how this goes!
Monday, June 11, 2012
Wait, do I need a leash?
Hey all,
As you have read previously (I hope), I have moved into a new apartment and I'm super obsessed with it. One of the things I enjoy most about my apartment is the location because it is within walking distance of a lot of places, including my friend's places, which is mostly a good thing. Mostly. Let me explain.
In college when my friend Keegan and I lived in an apartment within walking distance of the downtown bars of Columbia, Missouri and our guy friend's house, I developed a little problem after drinking. After spending a Friday or Saturday (or Monday) night drinking there would be a point in the night where I needed to go home... immediately.... for no reason at all. My friends would try to talk reason into me saying rational things like "hey you should call a cab" or "hey just crash on our couch" or "hey wait until I finish my beer and we'll walk together in 20 minutes." All of these logical suggestions would fall on deaf ears and I would just hear the voice inside my head saying "run home run home run home." So I would pretend to go to the bathroom and then sneak out the back door and literally run home. In heels mostly. This habit of running away happened so frequently that my roommate Keegan could tell the exact facial expression I would make when I was about to run home. She would even warn whoever was around to block the exits. I once clawed my friend Matt's hand with my nails because he was blocking my escape. I regret nothing.
Now as a third year law student I would like to say I've matured past this illogical pattern. Nope.
Yesterday my neighbor-friend had a barbecue at his house and then we walked to Taco C after 6 hours of day drinking. I finished about 3/4 of my nachos and then, without explanation, I jumped up and ran across a four lane road to my apartment. I looked both ways before I crossed the street. I think.
My friends at college used to joke that they would get me a leash if my running away escalated to become a problem. I think it's time for me to invent/purchase an adult leash. I could sell it in Sky Mall catalogs next to the automatic refilling dog bowls. That catalog is FANTASTIC.
Excuse me, I need to go run home now....to take a nap. I did drink all day yesterday.
As you have read previously (I hope), I have moved into a new apartment and I'm super obsessed with it. One of the things I enjoy most about my apartment is the location because it is within walking distance of a lot of places, including my friend's places, which is mostly a good thing. Mostly. Let me explain.
In college when my friend Keegan and I lived in an apartment within walking distance of the downtown bars of Columbia, Missouri and our guy friend's house, I developed a little problem after drinking. After spending a Friday or Saturday (or Monday) night drinking there would be a point in the night where I needed to go home... immediately.... for no reason at all. My friends would try to talk reason into me saying rational things like "hey you should call a cab" or "hey just crash on our couch" or "hey wait until I finish my beer and we'll walk together in 20 minutes." All of these logical suggestions would fall on deaf ears and I would just hear the voice inside my head saying "run home run home run home." So I would pretend to go to the bathroom and then sneak out the back door and literally run home. In heels mostly. This habit of running away happened so frequently that my roommate Keegan could tell the exact facial expression I would make when I was about to run home. She would even warn whoever was around to block the exits. I once clawed my friend Matt's hand with my nails because he was blocking my escape. I regret nothing.
Now as a third year law student I would like to say I've matured past this illogical pattern. Nope.
Yesterday my neighbor-friend had a barbecue at his house and then we walked to Taco C after 6 hours of day drinking. I finished about 3/4 of my nachos and then, without explanation, I jumped up and ran across a four lane road to my apartment. I looked both ways before I crossed the street. I think.
My friends at college used to joke that they would get me a leash if my running away escalated to become a problem. I think it's time for me to invent/purchase an adult leash. I could sell it in Sky Mall catalogs next to the automatic refilling dog bowls. That catalog is FANTASTIC.
Excuse me, I need to go run home now....to take a nap. I did drink all day yesterday.
Monday, June 4, 2012
Wait, I'm a little bit country?
Or a little bit rock and roll? (I don't know how to accurately type out the drum noise indicating that this was an intentional corny joke)
If we've ever been introduced or have been around when someone asks me "where are you from?" Then you are aware of how this is a difficult question for me that is a great conversation starter / can be slightly annoying when someone is engaging in routine small talk. I moved around a lot as a kid and then went out of state for college with a smattering of other adventures thrown in there.
Let's do the brief recap version for people who aren't sick of hearing about where I've lived growing up...
Birth -1990 = Savannah, Missouri (a lady never reveals her age...I'm 24)
1990-1997 = Naperville, Illinois (Chicago suburb)
1997-2006 = Plano, Texas (Dallas suburb)
2006-2010 (mostly) = Columbia, Missouri (University of Missouri)
Spring 2009 = Barcelona, Spain
2010-present = San Antonio, Texas
After moving around so much, my sister and I picked up a bunch of really weird accents. Hers is more of a twangy North on certain words. If you ask her to say "Valentines Day" it really is hilarious. I thought my accents had neutralized each other out leaving me to sound like a normal person.
I was mistaken.
This weekend one of my law school friends turned 25 (eek!) and celebrated by throwing a pub golf bar crawl and everyone was encouraged to wear golf or derby attire. I think the compromise was similar to country club Easter attire. After the porch pregame the group ventured to a bar where I ordered honey whiskey and water. This is the moment when someone pointed out to me that I started sounding super country. The more I tried to fix it, the worse it got. It's not like I never played up a Texas accent at Mizzou to sound different and charming. It did get my roommate in college and I invitations to a Bachelor Party in the penthouse suite in Kansas City once (boom). But, me having an accent was never accidental.
Maybe after living in Texas for the slight majority of my life has finally taken it's toll. Maybe it was the southern themed party. Maybe it was the whiskey....It was probably the whiskey.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not insulted because being Texan is amazing and I fully intend on living here for a while. I'm simply not ready to fully embrace being country yet. I'll compromise with being half-country and half-Yankee. Like Missouri in the Civil War....I see what's happening here.....
My friend Ashley and I at Billy Bob's in Fort Worth last summer. We're obviously the ones looking awkward and out of place.
If we've ever been introduced or have been around when someone asks me "where are you from?" Then you are aware of how this is a difficult question for me that is a great conversation starter / can be slightly annoying when someone is engaging in routine small talk. I moved around a lot as a kid and then went out of state for college with a smattering of other adventures thrown in there.
Let's do the brief recap version for people who aren't sick of hearing about where I've lived growing up...
Birth -1990 = Savannah, Missouri (a lady never reveals her age...I'm 24)
1990-1997 = Naperville, Illinois (Chicago suburb)
1997-2006 = Plano, Texas (Dallas suburb)
2006-2010 (mostly) = Columbia, Missouri (University of Missouri)
Spring 2009 = Barcelona, Spain
2010-present = San Antonio, Texas
After moving around so much, my sister and I picked up a bunch of really weird accents. Hers is more of a twangy North on certain words. If you ask her to say "Valentines Day" it really is hilarious. I thought my accents had neutralized each other out leaving me to sound like a normal person.
I was mistaken.
This weekend one of my law school friends turned 25 (eek!) and celebrated by throwing a pub golf bar crawl and everyone was encouraged to wear golf or derby attire. I think the compromise was similar to country club Easter attire. After the porch pregame the group ventured to a bar where I ordered honey whiskey and water. This is the moment when someone pointed out to me that I started sounding super country. The more I tried to fix it, the worse it got. It's not like I never played up a Texas accent at Mizzou to sound different and charming. It did get my roommate in college and I invitations to a Bachelor Party in the penthouse suite in Kansas City once (boom). But, me having an accent was never accidental.
Maybe after living in Texas for the slight majority of my life has finally taken it's toll. Maybe it was the southern themed party. Maybe it was the whiskey....It was probably the whiskey.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not insulted because being Texan is amazing and I fully intend on living here for a while. I'm simply not ready to fully embrace being country yet. I'll compromise with being half-country and half-Yankee. Like Missouri in the Civil War....I see what's happening here.....
Friday, June 1, 2012
Wait, I'm a cliche rom-com female stereotype?
Wait, am I a stereotype?
As a 20-something single girl (I refuse to say woman, I'm still in school), I'm a huge fan of romantic comedies. I know they're cheesy, unrealistic, and have terrible soundtracks ("Hey Soul Sister" is a terrible terrible song), however, I find myself identifying to the main female character more and more. Maybe I'm subconsciously turning into a romantic comedy because I've seen so many and really want to end up with ______ (Insert Hugh Grant, Josh Duhamel, Zac Efron, Channing Tatum or other typical romantic comedy male lead). OR maybe it's not and it's my destiny to drop a huge file of papers in front of some average guy (who looks like a model) complaining about his shallow model-type ex-girlfriend and just wants someone "real" who he can "really talk to." Let's evaluate the evidence.
1. I'm a huge klutz. I just now dripped chipotle mayonnaise on my favorite business dress sitting at my desk at work. I also fell down my steps this morning and scratched my shin. These are not attention seeking acts, no one was around to note my humiliation....until now. Whoops.(Head Over Heels starring Freddie Prinze Jr. and Monica Potter)
2. I'm earnestly optimistic to an almost (and perhaps actual) annoying level about the existence of true love. I'm constantly coming across as naive because I believe in the good of mankind and the belief that true love exists. (See: Ginnifer Goodwin in He's Just Not that Into You)
3. I'm constantly saying the wrong thing. It has gotten me into a lot of trouble. I'm a terrible liar and every thought in my head escapes my mouth like word vomit and I come across as a complete idiot, when really I'm at least above average intelligent. I am in law school, that counts right? (See: Bridget Jones' Diary)
4. When I like a guy, I act like I'm 12. I blush, I avoid talking to him, I never tell him how I feel. Then I whine about why doesn't he like me and why isn't dating me. It's obnoxious, I know. (See: Ginner Goodwin in Something Borrowed)
5. I'm (almost) a professional. I've put working towards my eventual career and studying ahead of dating. I've kept my eye on the prize. I've wanted to become an attorney for a long time and now it's so close that any dating prospects will have to wait until after I've achieved my desired goal of becoming a successful, professional, self-reliant attorney. (See: Kate Hudson in How to Lose a Guy In 10 Days)
6. I was not cute in high school or college. I was awkward in high school and I gained the freshman 15 (20) in college. I lost it all senior year of college and summer before law school (Zumba really is the bomb). I learned how to dress myself, and talk to people without coming across as the huge spaz that I am (mostly). (See: Julia Roberts in America's Sweethearts).
7. I put my friend's and sister's needs in front of my own to accommodate everyone. It's one of those really sweet, but super annoying people-pleasing things. Sometimes I appear like a doormat, but in actuality I enjoy seeing other people happy and freak out on an epic proportion when people are upset with me. (See: Katherine Heigl in 27 Dresses)
8. I actually enjoy watching sports. Not in the, "look how cute I am, I'm a guy's girl, pay attention to me b/c I'm sporty" way either. I played a lot of sports growing up and can hold my own in discussions about Football, Basketball, and Baseball without the mistake of thinking I know more than my guy friends. I enjoy going to sports bars, watching a game and drinking beers. (See: She's Outta my League)
9. I have a quirky family. My sister and mom are loud, random, and have no shame. My dad is the laid back type with a biting sarcastic humor. It's really hilarious to watch in person. I'm also half-Mexican. So my extended family is also quite a riot to witness. (See: My Big Fat Greek Wedding)
10. Two of my favorite hobbies are reading and taking long walks. If a destination is within 2 miles, I'd prefer to grab my ipod and rock out to "Call me Maybe" to make the trek rather than starting my car. I also read a lot. I won the top reading award in middle school (not-so humble brag). (See: Elizabeth Bennett in Pride and Prejudice).
So there it is, 10 reasons and 10 movie references to why I'm a cliche romantic comedy heroine. Maybe Ryan Gosling is just around the corner...or maybe not.
As a 20-something single girl (I refuse to say woman, I'm still in school), I'm a huge fan of romantic comedies. I know they're cheesy, unrealistic, and have terrible soundtracks ("Hey Soul Sister" is a terrible terrible song), however, I find myself identifying to the main female character more and more. Maybe I'm subconsciously turning into a romantic comedy because I've seen so many and really want to end up with ______ (Insert Hugh Grant, Josh Duhamel, Zac Efron, Channing Tatum or other typical romantic comedy male lead). OR maybe it's not and it's my destiny to drop a huge file of papers in front of some average guy (who looks like a model) complaining about his shallow model-type ex-girlfriend and just wants someone "real" who he can "really talk to." Let's evaluate the evidence.
1. I'm a huge klutz. I just now dripped chipotle mayonnaise on my favorite business dress sitting at my desk at work. I also fell down my steps this morning and scratched my shin. These are not attention seeking acts, no one was around to note my humiliation....until now. Whoops.(Head Over Heels starring Freddie Prinze Jr. and Monica Potter)
2. I'm earnestly optimistic to an almost (and perhaps actual) annoying level about the existence of true love. I'm constantly coming across as naive because I believe in the good of mankind and the belief that true love exists. (See: Ginnifer Goodwin in He's Just Not that Into You)
3. I'm constantly saying the wrong thing. It has gotten me into a lot of trouble. I'm a terrible liar and every thought in my head escapes my mouth like word vomit and I come across as a complete idiot, when really I'm at least above average intelligent. I am in law school, that counts right? (See: Bridget Jones' Diary)
4. When I like a guy, I act like I'm 12. I blush, I avoid talking to him, I never tell him how I feel. Then I whine about why doesn't he like me and why isn't dating me. It's obnoxious, I know. (See: Ginner Goodwin in Something Borrowed)
5. I'm (almost) a professional. I've put working towards my eventual career and studying ahead of dating. I've kept my eye on the prize. I've wanted to become an attorney for a long time and now it's so close that any dating prospects will have to wait until after I've achieved my desired goal of becoming a successful, professional, self-reliant attorney. (See: Kate Hudson in How to Lose a Guy In 10 Days)
6. I was not cute in high school or college. I was awkward in high school and I gained the freshman 15 (20) in college. I lost it all senior year of college and summer before law school (Zumba really is the bomb). I learned how to dress myself, and talk to people without coming across as the huge spaz that I am (mostly). (See: Julia Roberts in America's Sweethearts).
7. I put my friend's and sister's needs in front of my own to accommodate everyone. It's one of those really sweet, but super annoying people-pleasing things. Sometimes I appear like a doormat, but in actuality I enjoy seeing other people happy and freak out on an epic proportion when people are upset with me. (See: Katherine Heigl in 27 Dresses)
8. I actually enjoy watching sports. Not in the, "look how cute I am, I'm a guy's girl, pay attention to me b/c I'm sporty" way either. I played a lot of sports growing up and can hold my own in discussions about Football, Basketball, and Baseball without the mistake of thinking I know more than my guy friends. I enjoy going to sports bars, watching a game and drinking beers. (See: She's Outta my League)
9. I have a quirky family. My sister and mom are loud, random, and have no shame. My dad is the laid back type with a biting sarcastic humor. It's really hilarious to watch in person. I'm also half-Mexican. So my extended family is also quite a riot to witness. (See: My Big Fat Greek Wedding)
10. Two of my favorite hobbies are reading and taking long walks. If a destination is within 2 miles, I'd prefer to grab my ipod and rock out to "Call me Maybe" to make the trek rather than starting my car. I also read a lot. I won the top reading award in middle school (not-so humble brag). (See: Elizabeth Bennett in Pride and Prejudice).
So there it is, 10 reasons and 10 movie references to why I'm a cliche romantic comedy heroine. Maybe Ryan Gosling is just around the corner...or maybe not.
Wait, I'm Blogging Again?
Alright, let's try blogging round 2.
Last summer I was really keen on blogging my thoughts, feelings, and adventures for about a week. I didn't publish my blog, but I was pretty proud of the 3 posts I finished. Now, I've moved into my own apartment and did not purchase cable, so I have a lot more free time to pursue other interests, such as reading, working out, cooking, and BLOGGING!
In a year, a lot has happened. I moved out of the dorms and into an apartment near the historic Monte Vista district in San Antonio. I was hired as an intern at the Bexar County (pronounced "Bear") District Attorney's Office Criminal Trial Felony Division in the 175th District Court. I just say I intern at the DA's office to save time. I officially finished my second year of law school maintaining a 3.0 semester average for my third semester in a row. Did that sound braggy? I didn't mean it to sound braggy. (The Office Season 5). It's a little intimidating knowing in one year I will be graduating from law school and preparing to take the Bar Exam next July. EEK! I'm optimistic I'll make it, but I'm realistic knowing to be scared shitless.
I hit a couple low points this year. 2012 has not been the "year of Catherine" as I had predicted. I started having doubts of my overall self-worth. Instead of wallowing for too long, I consulted experts in the field of "Catherine"....my parents and my sister.
It's strange being 24 and still needing your parents when you're in trouble, but I have no shame saying that when things get hard, I call my mom and dad. I went home the week before Finals to study and get my head on straight and (spoiler alert) it worked!
So, I made some (seemingly) big changes in my life by moving into an adorable new apartment (it's a lime green four-plex). It doesn't have a dish washer, garbage disposal, ice maker, or central air, but I love it because it's mine. I cut my hair about 4-5 inches, bought cute new business dresses for work, bought a gym membership to the YMCA and am attempting to live without cable as long as possible.
Wish me luck and look to here for more updates that will be MUCH more interesting than this second inaugural post!
Last summer I was really keen on blogging my thoughts, feelings, and adventures for about a week. I didn't publish my blog, but I was pretty proud of the 3 posts I finished. Now, I've moved into my own apartment and did not purchase cable, so I have a lot more free time to pursue other interests, such as reading, working out, cooking, and BLOGGING!
In a year, a lot has happened. I moved out of the dorms and into an apartment near the historic Monte Vista district in San Antonio. I was hired as an intern at the Bexar County (pronounced "Bear") District Attorney's Office Criminal Trial Felony Division in the 175th District Court. I just say I intern at the DA's office to save time. I officially finished my second year of law school maintaining a 3.0 semester average for my third semester in a row. Did that sound braggy? I didn't mean it to sound braggy. (The Office Season 5). It's a little intimidating knowing in one year I will be graduating from law school and preparing to take the Bar Exam next July. EEK! I'm optimistic I'll make it, but I'm realistic knowing to be scared shitless.
I hit a couple low points this year. 2012 has not been the "year of Catherine" as I had predicted. I started having doubts of my overall self-worth. Instead of wallowing for too long, I consulted experts in the field of "Catherine"....my parents and my sister.
It's strange being 24 and still needing your parents when you're in trouble, but I have no shame saying that when things get hard, I call my mom and dad. I went home the week before Finals to study and get my head on straight and (spoiler alert) it worked!
So, I made some (seemingly) big changes in my life by moving into an adorable new apartment (it's a lime green four-plex). It doesn't have a dish washer, garbage disposal, ice maker, or central air, but I love it because it's mine. I cut my hair about 4-5 inches, bought cute new business dresses for work, bought a gym membership to the YMCA and am attempting to live without cable as long as possible.
Wish me luck and look to here for more updates that will be MUCH more interesting than this second inaugural post!
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