Saturday, June 20, 2009

Its Been A Year...

...since Will and I started dating. What an amazing, crazy, awesome year. My sister had a baby. My sister-in-law is pregnant. My very bestest friend is busy incubating my new godchild. I graduated from law school. I work at Starbucks (o.O). I have an amazing, thoughtful, wonderful boyfriend who called me at 7 am and opened our conversation with "Happy anniversary." I've been new places, met new people, made new dreams. I can't wait to see what the next year brings...

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

I Don't Think...

...that words can convey how much I love my boyfriend.

For real. Sometimes he does these incredibly obnoxious but at the same time incredibly loving things that remind me that he really does love ME. Like tickling me until I fall off of whatever surface I am sitting/laying on, just because he loves to hear me laugh.

And then there are the times he looks over and says "I don't think I tell you enough how beautiful you are."

*sighs sappily*

Wednesday, May 06, 2009

Counting Down The Days

So, its been a long time since I've posted here. It won't be much longer until I won't be using the tag "Law school" anymore. I'm only on page 9 of my seminar paper edits - yes, it IS due tomorrow at noon, boys and girls. I've also not even TOUCHED my studying for Conflicts. Ah, family, why do you make the second week of finals so... INTERESTING... every year?

My sister unexpectedly came into town with my nephew on Friday night (which is awesome), and I got roped into a shift at work Sunday morning - much longer one than I agreed to work even. SO my weekend of studying? COMPLETELY shot. Tried to get some work done on Monday, not so successful.

Will is getting here today at 1630, and do you think I have cleaned anything? No I have not. I'm just hoping to get these edits done before 1200, put in a section about "prevention", and get my "So what should we do" section better cited before 1400, and then be done. That gives me just enough time for a shower and my hair before I have to drive to L-ville. Then I can get home, run by the book store to see if they have any study guides for cheaper than expensive, and start work on Conflicts. I'll make the boy proofread my paper, and hopefully take my Conflicts final sometime tomorrow night or Friday morning. Ugh.

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Heritage

Alex Haley once wrote that family is the link to our past and the bridge to our future. With a future so fluid and past so rich in history and heritage, there has never been a time in my life when this was more clear to me.

In my short time in this world, life has gone through its repeating cycles. I have loved and lost, cried bitter tears, and received that comforting balm for my soul that only He can provide. I have dreamed of the past and of the future. I have hoped. I have mourned. And lately, I have remembered.

I have remembered things that I never knew, about people I have never known. My heritage is in my blood, my soul is a mirror of the past. The lives of thousands of generations have paved the way for me to be here in this moment. The hopes and dreams of those long gone echo in my head, my heart. Every step I take carries their lives forward, even though they are gone.

Such a heavy burden. There were those whose minds were greater than mine, whose loves were deeper, lives more meaningful. These, I think, would not begrudge me my own destiny. But many more lived lives of sacrifice, giving of themselves to protect the future. Me. I have a duty to carry their legacy on, to instill it in my own children. To make something of the life I have been given.

Their lives have taught me the folly of selfishness. To fail in this task, to unshoulder this weight, and to walk forward uncaring of the souls who have gone before me, and those who will come after, is the height of foolishness. I live my life not for myself, but for others. First and foremost for Him, but even to that extent, for others. To do anything else would waste the precious history that flows through my veins, that is embedded in the fabric of the world I live in.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

My Life As A Walking Example Of Murphy's Law In Action

Barrister's Ball Tickets = $70
Shoes, dress, accessories= $150
Hair = $30
Throwing up for two hours (five minutes after arrival) in the hotel bathroom while your boyfriend (who flew in from Maryland to come with you) stands outside waiting faithfully = Priceless

Friday, February 06, 2009

Fwee!

Life is so crazy right now. All the weather and the snow days last week (and this week to some extent) has thrown my schedule off completely. I feel like I'm behind with EVERYTHING. I only have one thing left to finish on my stupid bar application, and I just can't find time to sit down and write this essay! Everyday is so full, and sometimes I just want an hour or two to sit and do nothing. But everytime I do, I get further behind. MEH. Enough whining, I know a lot of other people who have it worse.

I'm working on my seminar paper, and I really like my topic. As long as I can keep focused, I think I'll be able to do a good job. I've come to the conclusion, though, that no matter how hard I work, I'm still going to get average to middling grades at best - I really really really hate feeling inadequate. I LIKE being smart, its the only 'good' quality that people have consistently attributed to me. BAH. I'm whining again. I'm going to be good now!

Topics to avoid to prevent whining:
Work.
Car.
Economy.
School.

OH! Here is something fun: I'm doing an internship at the Commonwealth Attorney's office, and I got to reccomend in Court that someone be put in jail. I was quite proud of myself, I put my first criminal in jail! Its amazing how easy it is to switch to the perspective of the side you are working on. When I was working at OPD this summer, it was easy to believe that many of our clients were innocent or misguided, and didn't deserve that charges they got. Although, on the other hand, the prosecutors aren't as 'lock 'em up and throw away the key' as I expected they would be. I've actually gotten to watch a couple of trials now, and they are just as boring as I knew they would be. Police officer testimony is not really very interesting, I'd rather READ the facts. There is some really sad stuff, but I'm trying to seperate myself from it emotionally to the extent that I can look at it with my head and not my heart. Its hard though, when the victim is sobbing behind you as the person who hurt her gets his acquittal.

I should be paying attention in Legal Drafting, but I've come to the conclusion that paying attention in here is almost pointless. I draft stuff my way, and he hasn't given me feedback on any of my work specifically, so I don't know how much of what I am doing differently is WRONG, and how much of it is just a choice I made to plead things differently (strategically, I think, but I'm just a law student and I didn't write the jury instructions, so what do I know? ;))

Well, I feel better now that I've blogged a bit. I keep thinking of things I want to write, and fail to follow up on that feeling. There is a lot more I could talk about, I guess, like, you know, all the good things that are happening, but I don't want to make you all sticky with the remnants of my sugary happiness.

o.O

I'm not even sure what that means.

Anyway.