What the Mel?!?

So I've been catching snippets of Mel Gibson's rants towards his soon-to-be ex. Normally, I don't really care about things outside of trying to find a job right now, but has he LOST. HIS. MIND?!?

Forget the 23 F-bombs he dropped in a recently released message. Forget about the racial slurs and calling her the c-word. Whyyyyy did he think it was a good idea to leave evidenc? You wanna yell at her? Go right ahead. But two things: never write anything down and never leave anything in a message.

Does he even have a publicist anymore? I can't imagine anyone wanting to attempt to clean up this mess.

I wasn't a fan of the Lethal Weapon series anyway.

Stuck in a Moment and I Can't Get Out of It

I dread getting up every day. That might sound slightly suicidal, but I assure you, I am not.

Every day is the same. I get up, make SD coffee, he goes to school, I jump on the computer, and then spend the rest of the day watching t.v. and looking for jobs. I never go anywhere because 1) why waste gas and 2) even if I drive somewhere, I have no money to do anything. Some less enlightened friends of mine seem to think I'm living the life. Uh, no. Not having money is not living the life. Being confined to the house is not living the life. It's not unlike being in a supermax prison; for about 23 hours a day, I'm stuck inside. I can't even get a hobby because most hobbies require some form of payment.

So again, let me be perfectly clear. I am not living the Real Housewives life. Being taken care of is not all it's cracked up to be. I hope I don't sound ungrateful because I'm quite aware of how blessed I am, but there's something about being able to take care of yourself that provides a real sense of security. God forbid something happens to SD, or we don't work out, or anything, and talk about being SOL. I don't even know what I would do and that scares the crap out of me.

Did I mentioned I'm so bored I've started having conversations with myself? Out loud. Yeah, it's that bad. Sigh.

Back from Hiatus

My trip to Vegas was absolutely amazing!! I am so grateful that, even unemployed, I was able to go and see all my friends. Looking back at everyone's pictures, I would have been so jealous and depressed had I not gone. Luckily, no one got arrested and there were no jungle cats in the bathroom, but it was still a kick ass time. I actually cried a little the day I left because for 4 days, I got to feel 17 again and was surrounded by my best friends. I actually feel a little sorry for people who didn't get to have the same high school experience as I did. I graduated with 95-120 people (the numbers are still unclear) so we were a pretty tight knit group. Even those that I didn't really spend a lot of time with during our days on the island, walked up a greeted me with a huge smile and a bear hug. Not to sound like a cheeseball but you really could feel the love in the room. I can't explain enough how amazing it was to see everyone. We (well, I and some other close friends) have decided 10 years is entirely too long to wait for the next one, so we're probably going to plan a 5 year one. Although, there are talks about a cruise reunion for next year. THAT'S how exited we are to see each other again.

However, let me tell you about my trip flying to Vegas. SD made me late to the airport on Thursday and by the time I got there, it was too late to check my bags on Delta, so I couldn't take that flight. I was put on the next flight out, which was at 12:40, and I had to pay for it. Then, that plane was late and didn't get in until 1:30pm. Which was bad because I had a connecting flight in Memphis that left at 2:30. I didn't get to Memphis until 3-ish and had to take ANOTHER later flight that didn't even leave Memphis until 7:20pm. I can't even begin to describe how angry I was. All I could do was cry each time a ticket agent told me to take a later flight. My tears, however, got me upgraded to first class from Memphis to Vegas. Once my plane FINALLY got to Memphis and I'm all comfy and excited in first class b/c I've only ever flown coach, a woman and her EFFING TODDLER sit next to me. She was a talker, too. Even when I picked up my book, making it clear that communication was over, she kept yammering. My favorite part was when she asked me if I could watch her child while she went to the bathroom. Really?!? No, I can't, because if she continues to try to climb into the aisle and screams when I stop her, I'm letting her go.

By the time I finally got to Vegas and checked in to my hotel, it was almost 11pm. I was supposed to be there at 1:30pm. Needless to say, I was done speaking to SD while I was there because I needed the entire 4 days to calm down...well, now it was down to 3 days. But then he had a heart attack (like, a real one) so I had no choice but to forgive him and speak to him again. Still not happy about it, but I'm glad he's alive and thankful that he didn't die with me being pissed at him.

Stay Tuned

I'm back from Vegas :(

My body hasn't caught up with things yet, but as soon as it does, I will be doing an actual post.

Next Stop, Vegas Please

On Thursday, I'm going to Vegas for my 10 yr reunion. In the weeks leading up to this, I was super excited, but now I'm getting more nervous. For most people attending their reunions, things are maybe a bit different. They have probably run into old high school buddies a few times since graduating. Hell, most of them went on to become college roommates. I, however, went to high school in Japan. Who have I seen since then? No one. And I look a lot different now.

Initially, my plan was to lose some weight so I could feel confident about strolling into the banquet dinner. Then, as time got closer and closer, I pretty much just stopped trying. I kept telling myself it didn't really matter. I do, after all, already have a boyfriend so it's not like I'm going to rekindle any romances or hook up with some Thunder from Down Under. What I should have been telling myself is I want to feel comfortable in my skin and that's why it does matter. Instead, I've done it again. Another year has gone by and I've done nothing to improve my health, appearance, or self-esteem.

Le sigh.

Hola. Soy su abogado.

As mentioned, I have finally gotten the balls to take the LSAT. I decided to take a practice test to determine where my weakest points were, and that way I wouldn't was time studying things that I was already pretty good at. Turns out, I suck equally in all categories.

Awesome.

After taking my practice test and entering my score into a handy, dandy score analyzer, the only place I can get into school is in Puerto Rico. I realize it was only a practice test and that with adequate studying, I am likely to bring that score up. However, I can't seem to find any time to study. You might be thinking, well you don't work so what else are you doing?

Turns out, my internship is a lot more time consuming than I originally thought it would be. When I was actually going to the office, I only had to go 3 days a week. Now that I'm doing it from home, I think my boss wants me to work everyday. Mainly, I do research for whatever campaign we're currently working on, but that involves HOURS of Internet searching. And by hours, I mean upwards of 8 of them. Yeah. That long. After searching through pages and pages and pages of Google, Twitter and the like, the last thing I want to do is 3-4 hours of studying.

Le sigh.

Figuring Out What to Do with Life. Take 2.

If you've been following along, you know that my Bright Lights, Big City dream didn't pan out the way I planned. Now I'm on to the next step in my life.

Taking the LSAT.

This is something I have been saying I was going to do ever since I graduated. Wayyyyy back in 2005. I've never done it because I've always had this fear of failing it miserably, and then what? It's kind of like the ace in my pocket, or whatever that saying is. I've done and tried everything else and law school is kind of a last resort. Well, not really a last resort, but it's the one thing I feel I have left to try before it's like, okay, you've used up all your options.

So there you go.

I'm already overwhelmed at all the school possibilities. I know that I want to do either entertainment law or civil rights law, but that's about all I've got right now. Oh, and the test is in October, so I should probably do less blogging and more studying? Yeah. Good idea.

Another thing I will be embarking on is finding ways to make my life more interesting in general. One thing I thought about when leaving NYC was that my blog would slowly become less interesting and funny because I'm in a less interesting and funny environment right now. A friend told me she would follow my blog anyway because I'm funny, and I told her that I view myself as situationally funny, at best (which I'm not even sure is a word, but you get what I mean). So nooooow, I have to put myself in situations to get good writings. First on the list, go to some of the companies I've applied to and talk to them in person.

This could either be a really good thing or a really bad thing. I'll let you know.

Confirmation

Since I got home, I've been catching up on all the episodes of my favorite shows that I missed. One of them happens to be The City. With every episode, I felt a little twinge of....not regret, but I don't know what the word is that I'm looking for. It's kind of like when you've been admiring a cute boy/girl from afar and when you finally get up the courage talk to them, you realize a major flaw, like lack of intelligence or one eye. THAT feeling is what I had.

Then I was in Publix last night and as I was walking down an aisle, a random guy smiled at me and said hi.

That? Right there? Is what I've been missing.

Completely the right decision.