I know I'm a stone's throw from crazy, but ...

I love my cat. So much.

I derive so much joy just from petting him, kissing him, even (I know) smelling him. He has such a clean smell.

Leave me alone.

He's a bit of a devil, but has such a personality. He loves people and has enough curiosity to kill 10 cats. He's not a lap cat, but he's incredibly social and has to be around either Dan or me no matter what we're doing. In fact, he's laying next to me right now and is biting my arm while I type - how dare I use my hands for something other than playing with him!

There's nothing better than seeing him fast asleep, with his stomach rising and falling with his breath.

I know, I know. Whatever. I'm proud to be a crazy cat lady.

Whoopsy

Google forgot something! And it wasn't the G, the O, the other O, the g-shaped-like-a-chocolate-covered-strawberry, or the E.

It's funny because someone messed up! I NEVER mess up!

Where Were YOU When?

Because the world hasn't had enough Anna Nicole news, here's my two cents:

Who knew she was so stunning?

I can't

I don't know if one person could actually withstand any more rejection.

I'm at my limit and I'm about to burst.

Androgynous-Symbol-Shaped Guitar Malfunction

Since the Pats were knocked out of the playoffs, since I really had no emotional involvement in the whole Peyton saga, and since the game was basically a shitshow, I found other ways to entertain myself,



HA HA HA

And everyone thought Prince would be a lame halftime show.

NOW I understand the whole Samson/Delilah thing

Once upon a time, a few months ago, I had long, beautiful, highlighted hair. I loved my highlights, but the time came where they were too much to maintain on a law student's budget. I also loved my long hair, but as it goes, I found myself wanting a change.

So chop chop chop, dye dye dye - My hair is now short and brown.

Everyone raved. And I enjoy the benefits of having shorter hair - money saved on shampoo, quicker drying time ...

But I think I might be the only one who doesn't like my haircut.

Here's why. I am very self conscious about the way I look. I don't think I'm all that attractive. But when I had long blondish hair, I had at least one conventional, appealing feature. Knowing that something about me was normal and pretty gave me boatloads of self confidence. Without it, I'm back to square one: an uneasy mess of a person.

Oh well, I guess it's nothing a little time and bleach won't fix.

What I'm Pissing Ain't Excellence

I go to a top tier law school. I am proud that I got into this school, especially because I based my decision of where to apply on proximity in feet to my apartment.

This law school teaches you that mediocrity is a fate worse than death. Before I came here, I was content with my "mediocrity." I lead my happy little life and enjoyed myself. Now I'm surrounded by too many people willing to step on whomever to reach the top. Who look down their noses at the people who didn't get as good a job, or as high a grade, or as prestigious an honor; and who badmouth behind the backs of those who did better.

The sad truth is, it's designed this way, law school is. It's all about competition. Your grade is based on how well you did in comparison to everyone else in the class. There are writing competitions, negotiation competitions, moot court competitions. Law school is designed those who want to do the best, not those who simply want to do well.

Perhaps it does make sense, since competition is built into the job of lawyering. But is it wrong that my goal is to do simply the best job I can do? I know that when I'm representing someone I'm going to work extremely hard to get the result my client needs, but I'm not doing it to "beat the other guy." Or should I be?

See, there I go second guessing myself. Because the whole system perpetuates the idea that if you aren't the best, you will fail. And I'm not going to be the best. I accept that. And it's that acceptance that makes me a bad law student. Or rather, it makes me mediocre.