I wanted to come up with a sassy combo name for what I'm doing right now like Brangelina (but will the world ever forget Bennifer?!?!), which is drinking wine while blogging after already having a glass or two earlier in the evening, but I was unable to do so. Partially because the first thing I came up with was "Whining" but that's what I do here on a very sporadic schedule.
I originally opened this to sing my own praises (classy, I know): I drove BY the McDonald's, ignoring my craving for a McDouble and came home where I inhaled a Boca burger instead. Then I realized, true, I ate a Boca burger, but it was covered in Chipotle mayo (which, oh my god, it should be illegal to make something so good non-low fat). Also I had another big glass of wine. And crackers with hummus. So I think driving by the McDonald's, while a victory, has kind of been overshadowed by my other non-victories of the evening.
In addition, I have class tomorrow. And I have not done the reading. In fact I've kind of foregone the reading in favor of watching Glee on DVD (hey a girl's gotta have priorities right?!?) I'm not all that worried because I was called on Socratic method style last class, and handled it ok, so unless my professor completely changes her teaching style I won't be called on AGAIN tomorrow, but I might be. Which means I'm going to have to wake up early and cram in some Civil Procedure in the morning (I know you are super jealous if you're reading this right now. Especially if you're reading this in the morning while I have a hangover and you don't).
So anyways, you might ask, "Andrea what were you doing out on a Thursday?!?!" Well I'll tell you. My section at school does this little thing on Thursday evenings called "Bar Review." No we are not already studying for the bar (some people have really thought this). Instead we are reviewing the bars of Charleston one by one. Its a tough job but somebody's got to do it. Just kidding, I hardly go.
Last semester I went a lot in the beginning but as school work piled up, Bar Review fell by the wayside, like anything I did to get some enjoyment out of life.
As you may remember, one of my New Year's Resolutions was to enjoy myself a little bit more this year. So mission accomplished, at least for this week.
I wish that this post had more of a continuous storyline to it. Or even a point that it was trying to make. But all it did was let all of the interwebs know that I like to drink wine while watching Glee on DVD more than I like reading for my class tomorrow. Which I think we all already knew anyways.
But whatever. Thanks for making it this far, honestly I lost part of my interest half-way through (maybe a side effect of the wine?!?).
So goodnight and good luck! I'll see you when I see you!
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Rules for Peaceful Cohabitation
I think most people I've lived with will tell you that I'm actually a pretty easy person to live with. I do my share of the cleaning, take out the garbage, keep common areas clean, pay bills on time, etc. Now I'm not saying I'm a great roommate - hell I'm not even saying that I'm a good roommate. My point is really that I tend to keep to myself, try to clean up after myself.
But I know that there's at least one part of living with me that's an absolute nightmare. And its called the hours between 5-9 am. I don't do mornings well. I never have and I'm beginning to think that I never will. Quite honestly I'm a bitch in the early AM.
I'm not quite sure what it is, but I have a few theories. First, I think that maybe everyone has a certain amount of meanness in them that they need to get out. Most people who know me would say (at least I think they would say) that I'm generally a nice person. But most people who know me never see me in the first 30 minutes I'm awake, otherwise known as the Death Zone.
My other theory has to do with my parents. My mom loves to sleep in. My dad loves to be up early when he can have quiet in the house to wake up slowly and peacefully. I think I'm a blend of the bad parts of both of those. I love my sleep, but then I need PLENTY of time to wake up. This process usually involves a coffee, a shower, coffee, the Today show, coffee, a crossword puzzle, coffee, oh and did I mention coffee???
Now one good thing about this whole situation is that I know that I do not mesh well with the early hours of the day. And while I love my sleep, I'm willing to wake up early to ensure that I have enough time to do what I need to get done at a pace that I like to get things done at that time (read: super slow). So I plan accordingly. Class at 10:30? That means up a few minutes before 7. I am NOT one to rush, but I am willing to lay off the snooze button to make sure that I don't have to.
All of this means that I'm a routine person, at least I start off my days with my routine. Up, shower, coffee, Today show, breakfast (with more coffee), hair, make-up, dressed, get some coffee together for the ride into school, and off I go. Its perfectly timed and well-practiced.
Which brings me to THE most important rule for peaceful cohabitation with Andrea. Don't talk to me in the morning. Seriously just don't do it. Anything more than a hello will put you on my list for several hours. And you don't want to be on the list. Besides what happens for breaking THE rule, well its just not worth it (Let's just say that I don't think that Medusa was really a monster, I think she had just woken up and was kind of pissed about it, then someone talked to her and her look turned them to stone).
Anyway, this actually hasn't been a problem for most of my life. But I will say that I've gotten crabbier as I've gotten older and my coffee addiction has gotten bigger. When I was an undergrad, I had my own room AND my own bathroom, so I would just take out all of my morning rage in there, away from innocent bystanders. When I was working I was living at home with my parents. My dad and I were getting ready for work at about the same time, but our morning routine was well choreographed, we never even saw each other for most of the morning.
And honestly it isn't really an issue right now. Except sometimes. Like today when an individual that I live with woke up significantly earlier than normal (I'm talking between and hour and a half and two hours earlier - they're a fast mover in the morning) and proceeded to take a long time in the shower (breaking Rule for Peaceful Cohabitation #2 - don't mess with the routine) which put me significantly behind schedule. Once out of the shower, this person came downstairs and tried to strike up conversation, AT 7:24 IN THE MORNING.
And then doesn't get when I'm annoyed. I know its silly. That's not the point. I'm just hoping this doesn't become a regular thing. Because waking up at 4 am to squeeze my quiet time in just isn't going to work.
But I know that there's at least one part of living with me that's an absolute nightmare. And its called the hours between 5-9 am. I don't do mornings well. I never have and I'm beginning to think that I never will. Quite honestly I'm a bitch in the early AM.
I'm not quite sure what it is, but I have a few theories. First, I think that maybe everyone has a certain amount of meanness in them that they need to get out. Most people who know me would say (at least I think they would say) that I'm generally a nice person. But most people who know me never see me in the first 30 minutes I'm awake, otherwise known as the Death Zone.
My other theory has to do with my parents. My mom loves to sleep in. My dad loves to be up early when he can have quiet in the house to wake up slowly and peacefully. I think I'm a blend of the bad parts of both of those. I love my sleep, but then I need PLENTY of time to wake up. This process usually involves a coffee, a shower, coffee, the Today show, coffee, a crossword puzzle, coffee, oh and did I mention coffee???
Now one good thing about this whole situation is that I know that I do not mesh well with the early hours of the day. And while I love my sleep, I'm willing to wake up early to ensure that I have enough time to do what I need to get done at a pace that I like to get things done at that time (read: super slow). So I plan accordingly. Class at 10:30? That means up a few minutes before 7. I am NOT one to rush, but I am willing to lay off the snooze button to make sure that I don't have to.
All of this means that I'm a routine person, at least I start off my days with my routine. Up, shower, coffee, Today show, breakfast (with more coffee), hair, make-up, dressed, get some coffee together for the ride into school, and off I go. Its perfectly timed and well-practiced.
Which brings me to THE most important rule for peaceful cohabitation with Andrea. Don't talk to me in the morning. Seriously just don't do it. Anything more than a hello will put you on my list for several hours. And you don't want to be on the list. Besides what happens for breaking THE rule, well its just not worth it (Let's just say that I don't think that Medusa was really a monster, I think she had just woken up and was kind of pissed about it, then someone talked to her and her look turned them to stone).
Anyway, this actually hasn't been a problem for most of my life. But I will say that I've gotten crabbier as I've gotten older and my coffee addiction has gotten bigger. When I was an undergrad, I had my own room AND my own bathroom, so I would just take out all of my morning rage in there, away from innocent bystanders. When I was working I was living at home with my parents. My dad and I were getting ready for work at about the same time, but our morning routine was well choreographed, we never even saw each other for most of the morning.
And honestly it isn't really an issue right now. Except sometimes. Like today when an individual that I live with woke up significantly earlier than normal (I'm talking between and hour and a half and two hours earlier - they're a fast mover in the morning) and proceeded to take a long time in the shower (breaking Rule for Peaceful Cohabitation #2 - don't mess with the routine) which put me significantly behind schedule. Once out of the shower, this person came downstairs and tried to strike up conversation, AT 7:24 IN THE MORNING.
And then doesn't get when I'm annoyed. I know its silly. That's not the point. I'm just hoping this doesn't become a regular thing. Because waking up at 4 am to squeeze my quiet time in just isn't going to work.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Law School is like Middle School
Who knew that if you took a couple hundred academically successful with similar career goals and interests and stuck them in a room together it would turn into 6th grade? I sure didn't.
There are actually a lot of reasons why law school is like middle school, but in the hopes of saving "material" for a later time, I'm only revealing one piece today. So here it goes:
Law school is like middle school because in law school we have lockers. Most days when I'm trying to open my locker at school it takes me a few times before I can open the darn thing. I had a locker in high school, but its been a while. See by the time I was in high school, I was a locker veteran. I could practically look at my locker and unlock it.
So now when I'm in the locker room, I find myself embarrassingly struggling in a way I haven't done since I was 12.
Opening my locker is only half the battle. Once its open, I'm amazed at what I find in there.
For example, yesterday I opened my locker to get a book and what did I find? A pair of blue jeans. Seriously, how did they find a home in my locker?!?! But there they were. Crammed in the bottom of my locker, keeping my lunch box company (more on that later).
I think I generally become absorbed in something and don't pay attention to other things going on in my life. Which winds up with me putting things in strange places. Or putting strange things in not so strange places. Like my locker.
This is one law school/middle school similarity that I really like right now. Law books are HEAVY. And I have a bunch of them. So having a place where I can drop them off in the morning on my way to class makes my day better and my back happier. It's kind of like day care for my text books.
There are actually a lot of reasons why law school is like middle school, but in the hopes of saving "material" for a later time, I'm only revealing one piece today. So here it goes:
Law school is like middle school because in law school we have lockers. Most days when I'm trying to open my locker at school it takes me a few times before I can open the darn thing. I had a locker in high school, but its been a while. See by the time I was in high school, I was a locker veteran. I could practically look at my locker and unlock it.
So now when I'm in the locker room, I find myself embarrassingly struggling in a way I haven't done since I was 12.
Opening my locker is only half the battle. Once its open, I'm amazed at what I find in there.
For example, yesterday I opened my locker to get a book and what did I find? A pair of blue jeans. Seriously, how did they find a home in my locker?!?! But there they were. Crammed in the bottom of my locker, keeping my lunch box company (more on that later).
I think I generally become absorbed in something and don't pay attention to other things going on in my life. Which winds up with me putting things in strange places. Or putting strange things in not so strange places. Like my locker.
This is one law school/middle school similarity that I really like right now. Law books are HEAVY. And I have a bunch of them. So having a place where I can drop them off in the morning on my way to class makes my day better and my back happier. It's kind of like day care for my text books.
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