Tomorrow is my last final of my first semester. I still have yet to figure out if I'm coming to DC for New Years. Oh well. In the meantime: Jamie Lynne Spears is pregnant.
And of course the media will glorify her and her 16-year-old pregnancy.
I only thank God that my 14 year old sister doesn't watch Nickelodeon. Or she would think it would be cool to get pregnant. Come on people, teach your children about safe sex for the love of God.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Monday, December 10, 2007
The latest and greatest.
Law school finals tend to make people go crazy in ways unimaginable. For example, groups of friends break up over the Erie Doctrine explanation, couples (in law school and not in law school) start to fight excessively, and everyone looks like you shot their puppy in the face. For me, i've effectively thrown myself into studying because it seemed a lot more fun than actually dealing with life and real world. The nervous breakdowns only arise whenever I see my fellow overachieving classmates saunter into my study room with their color-coded, bound outlines. Ok, really? Obviously you would have rather click "font color" than review the meaning of consideration. And where the hell are you getting the cash for BINDING YOUR 40 PAGE OUTLINE?!
Two days until my first final and I can say that I've studied in every room on campus since the beginning of the year. As reading/study period starts to wane, the level of panic seems to increase and all I can think about is: My plane ticket to DC is going to be very, very expensive for New Year's.
Yes folks, I have not purchased a flight that will take me across the country to celebrate the most disappointing holiday of the year. Therein lies where I've ignored all my problems. First of all, on its face, it does not appear as if anyone has a place for me to stay. Second of all, friends that I want to see may or may not be in town. And lastly, I don't want stir up bad memories and feelings to inundate me before I return for spring semester.
So, question of the day: Should I come to Washington, D.C. to ring in 2008? Or maybe I should just stay in my parents house, pop a sleeping pill and thank God that 2007 is over and be grateful that I got through it alive.
Two days until my first final and I can say that I've studied in every room on campus since the beginning of the year. As reading/study period starts to wane, the level of panic seems to increase and all I can think about is: My plane ticket to DC is going to be very, very expensive for New Year's.
Yes folks, I have not purchased a flight that will take me across the country to celebrate the most disappointing holiday of the year. Therein lies where I've ignored all my problems. First of all, on its face, it does not appear as if anyone has a place for me to stay. Second of all, friends that I want to see may or may not be in town. And lastly, I don't want stir up bad memories and feelings to inundate me before I return for spring semester.
So, question of the day: Should I come to Washington, D.C. to ring in 2008? Or maybe I should just stay in my parents house, pop a sleeping pill and thank God that 2007 is over and be grateful that I got through it alive.
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
"Sometimes I look at her and wonder 'why is she even here'?"
Law school invites many types of people, mostly competitve and usually without direction in life. I find that, usually, these people are the creme de la creme of obnoxiousness. While you find few people in school who don't vex or annoy you, I know that usually, I want to throttle some, if not a majority, of my classmates.
Cliques are especially interesting to observe. For example, there are a group of girls who are in my CCR fellowship program. I was going to call them the Blonde Brigade but not all are blonde, so let's call them the Moral Patrol or even better, God's Property (GP). At first, I despised these girls and not because they were super Christian (in fact, that makes me actually kind of like them so long as they are not hypocritical about it), but because they were associated with one girl who has been nothing but rude and superior since I met her. For all intents and purposes we'll name her Princess.
Princess is a special type of law student. She apparently has a modicum of intelligence, or so I'm told by her friends because she's able to speed read through our cases. I have yet to figure out if this proves to be true. My favorite part about her is the fact that she speaks down upon people with such a Napolean complex and I find her to be completely average as a human being. Newsflash Princess: Just because you live in the Hills and wear Chanel earrings, it doesn't mean you're going to do well in law school or that you're even better, generally, than your fellow colleagues. For the love of God, you're fat and you date a man 20 years your senior. That's disgusting. (Note: she's 22 and boyfriend is 43. Yes, I am totally judging her.)
I believe that Princess has a problem speaking to people respectfully. Her tone and mannerisms are completely out of line and if I wasn't afraid of damaging my legal career I would probably bitchslap her all the way back to the second grade - because that's how this heifer acts. Anyway, it would be interesting to see how Princess will do. The competitive person in me hopes she'll fail out, however, that same competitive person in me will hope that she will be a worthy adversary behind her expensive clothes, average mind and alleged holier-than-thou ways. Either way, it'll be fun to rile her up insidiously (or not so insidiously when she riles me up). I mean, hey, I have to entertain myself for at least two and a half more years at this school, right?
Cliques are especially interesting to observe. For example, there are a group of girls who are in my CCR fellowship program. I was going to call them the Blonde Brigade but not all are blonde, so let's call them the Moral Patrol or even better, God's Property (GP). At first, I despised these girls and not because they were super Christian (in fact, that makes me actually kind of like them so long as they are not hypocritical about it), but because they were associated with one girl who has been nothing but rude and superior since I met her. For all intents and purposes we'll name her Princess.
Princess is a special type of law student. She apparently has a modicum of intelligence, or so I'm told by her friends because she's able to speed read through our cases. I have yet to figure out if this proves to be true. My favorite part about her is the fact that she speaks down upon people with such a Napolean complex and I find her to be completely average as a human being. Newsflash Princess: Just because you live in the Hills and wear Chanel earrings, it doesn't mean you're going to do well in law school or that you're even better, generally, than your fellow colleagues. For the love of God, you're fat and you date a man 20 years your senior. That's disgusting. (Note: she's 22 and boyfriend is 43. Yes, I am totally judging her.)
I believe that Princess has a problem speaking to people respectfully. Her tone and mannerisms are completely out of line and if I wasn't afraid of damaging my legal career I would probably bitchslap her all the way back to the second grade - because that's how this heifer acts. Anyway, it would be interesting to see how Princess will do. The competitive person in me hopes she'll fail out, however, that same competitive person in me will hope that she will be a worthy adversary behind her expensive clothes, average mind and alleged holier-than-thou ways. Either way, it'll be fun to rile her up insidiously (or not so insidiously when she riles me up). I mean, hey, I have to entertain myself for at least two and a half more years at this school, right?
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Threes.
Yesterday may or may not have been one of the worst days I've experienced in my life. I'm a believer in threes. Good, bad, ugly things that happen in threes.
1.) Someone apparently wanted to steal my money and credit cards. I was in the library all weekend and somehow, it was ok to just take all of it out of my wallet when I left it unattended. Nice.
2.) The school heard about the skeevy 2L's bar review assault on me and want to hold disciplinary actions against him. So on top of my first semester, I have to go in, explain how i'm petrified of being on campus because I don't want to run into a boy that bit my ear, grabbed my tit and pinned me against the bar while drinking with my fellow colleagues.
oh wait but it gets better.
3.) My very wonderful and loving second family in Orlando has been hit with such awfulness that I can't even bring myself to say it or even think about it. My parents used to double date with their best friends, Patrick and Leeza who subsequently all got married at the same time. They, like my parents, produced 3 children: Myk, 24, Abigail, 21, Raymond, 16. [Ages look familiar?] It was always our parents dream to all end up together (well minus Emily and Abby) - Who wouldnt want their children to marry their best friends children? And Myk and I were always very close. (Granted, it would never had happen - Myk and I were never attracted to each other). Unfortunately, and sadly, that would never happen as Myk died a few days ago. I won't speculate or even explain what happened but know this: my devastation is insurmountable and I grieve. I grieve for Pat, Leeza, Abby and Ray. I grieve for my 23 years of memories with Myk. I pray that he's in a better place.
And I hope, no matter what, that he finally rests in peace.
“Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in, forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day." - Ralph Waldo Emerson.
1.) Someone apparently wanted to steal my money and credit cards. I was in the library all weekend and somehow, it was ok to just take all of it out of my wallet when I left it unattended. Nice.
2.) The school heard about the skeevy 2L's bar review assault on me and want to hold disciplinary actions against him. So on top of my first semester, I have to go in, explain how i'm petrified of being on campus because I don't want to run into a boy that bit my ear, grabbed my tit and pinned me against the bar while drinking with my fellow colleagues.
oh wait but it gets better.
3.) My very wonderful and loving second family in Orlando has been hit with such awfulness that I can't even bring myself to say it or even think about it. My parents used to double date with their best friends, Patrick and Leeza who subsequently all got married at the same time. They, like my parents, produced 3 children: Myk, 24, Abigail, 21, Raymond, 16. [Ages look familiar?] It was always our parents dream to all end up together (well minus Emily and Abby) - Who wouldnt want their children to marry their best friends children? And Myk and I were always very close. (Granted, it would never had happen - Myk and I were never attracted to each other). Unfortunately, and sadly, that would never happen as Myk died a few days ago. I won't speculate or even explain what happened but know this: my devastation is insurmountable and I grieve. I grieve for Pat, Leeza, Abby and Ray. I grieve for my 23 years of memories with Myk. I pray that he's in a better place.
And I hope, no matter what, that he finally rests in peace.
“Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in, forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day." - Ralph Waldo Emerson.
Friday, October 5, 2007
"Ow. Why is your elbow in my sternum?"
At our second bar review (happy hour... er, 5 hours) I happened to be accosted by numerous types of sketchy men who also (sadly) happened to be fellow schoolmates. This is why it is not ok to humor male strangers who happen to be hitting on you.
I was always told that when we go out, I was not the nice one. If someone came up to hit on us group of girls, I would be agitated and annoyed and would proceed to blatantly ignore or refute any advances. Last night, since I was in the company of my colleagues, I decided "Hey, shed the bitch face." Bad idea.
Why you ask?
Because then you leave open 2L's who TRY TO BITE YOUR EAR OFF (literally) when you're trying to have a normal conversation. I think my favorite line was "if you don't want me in public, i can find someplace private. Like the bathroom."
Really? REALLY? I may have "1L" written all over my face but contrary to popular belief, I am not wearing a sign that says "stupid" or, even better, "have your way with me."
Imagine this: I'm trying to talk to this 2L and we're against the wall opposite the bar. Every single time he steps in closer, I take a step back. Next thing I know, my beer that was resting on the ledge about 10 feet away and I'm backed up against the wall. What was I supposed to do? I was trying to be nice and next thing I know this bastard has got me pinned against the wall telling him to get off of me. You know he knew too, especially since he kept saying "Ow, you're hurting me, can you move your elbow? Why is it in my sternum?" Me: "Because I want you to get off of me now!" Finally, two friends realized what was going on and intervened but not after his lack of trying to get me to go with him to the bathroom, then a corner of the bar, then finally, his place. Ew. Ew. Ew. Worst part? He's in my children's advocacy certification program. I don't know which frightens me more, the fact that the next 2 years we'll be in the same program or the fact that he's going to be actively working with children.
Moral of the story? Sometimes it's just easier to be branded the bitch than to fight off a creepy upperclassman who still continues to stalk you after you elbow him in the sternum and knee him in the groin.
I was always told that when we go out, I was not the nice one. If someone came up to hit on us group of girls, I would be agitated and annoyed and would proceed to blatantly ignore or refute any advances. Last night, since I was in the company of my colleagues, I decided "Hey, shed the bitch face." Bad idea.
Why you ask?
Because then you leave open 2L's who TRY TO BITE YOUR EAR OFF (literally) when you're trying to have a normal conversation. I think my favorite line was "if you don't want me in public, i can find someplace private. Like the bathroom."
Really? REALLY? I may have "1L" written all over my face but contrary to popular belief, I am not wearing a sign that says "stupid" or, even better, "have your way with me."
Imagine this: I'm trying to talk to this 2L and we're against the wall opposite the bar. Every single time he steps in closer, I take a step back. Next thing I know, my beer that was resting on the ledge about 10 feet away and I'm backed up against the wall. What was I supposed to do? I was trying to be nice and next thing I know this bastard has got me pinned against the wall telling him to get off of me. You know he knew too, especially since he kept saying "Ow, you're hurting me, can you move your elbow? Why is it in my sternum?" Me: "Because I want you to get off of me now!" Finally, two friends realized what was going on and intervened but not after his lack of trying to get me to go with him to the bathroom, then a corner of the bar, then finally, his place. Ew. Ew. Ew. Worst part? He's in my children's advocacy certification program. I don't know which frightens me more, the fact that the next 2 years we'll be in the same program or the fact that he's going to be actively working with children.
Moral of the story? Sometimes it's just easier to be branded the bitch than to fight off a creepy upperclassman who still continues to stalk you after you elbow him in the sternum and knee him in the groin.
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Babble
A few random thoughts:
1.) Apparently V wanted to write a rebuttal to my argument on dating in law school. While I see his point that he would like to date in law school because its actually a good time to do so, I think he missed my argument that life as a 1L should not be limited to just dating your classmates.
2.) I have a sick obsession with Vanessa Hudgens' debacle. I'm pretty partial towards High School Musical 1 and 2 and its stars. I think it's pretty sad that someone is pretty much terrorizing her career. And I seem to be reading a rumor that she was 16/17 when she took those pictures. Read: just because she's a celebrity - it does not excuse her right to protection as a minor; publishing those pictures can still be considered child pornography.
My real bone to pick with Vanessa (and with Vanessa Minnillo) is the fact that I love how celebrities of Filipino descent try to hide it by saying "i'm a mix of all these random ethnic groups: [fill in every minute blood line in here]" and then you see them with their parents and it screams "FILIPINO". Like seriously? Saying you're not Filipino (or half Filipino) doesn't change it. Get over it. If anything, you should be proud: there's so much fantastic history in the Philippines. A female president, martial law, rice plantations, PEOPLE POWER. And if it's image you're so concerned with, where else are you going to find women that look like Filipinos. The exoticism is astounding. Some have small frames. Others have boobs that people in Hollywood would kill for. Some are light skinned. Other are dark. Some look Asiatic, others look Hispanic. The mixture is unique and should not be shunned.
Which leads me to point 3 of the night:
3.) Filipinos are ridiculous. And I mean that in every sense of the word. For example, where else can you find crazy huge families that tell you that you're fat but yet try to stuff you with food. Conversely, where else can you find a people power so deeply rooted in our being and history that they DARE write a petition against ABC for the off color remark that the character of Susan Meyer made in the premiere of "Desperate Housewives." Of course young celebrities like Hudgens and Minnilo are hesitant to discuss their ethnic backgrounds. The implication of going to a "med school in the Philippines" shows that Filipinos educated in their native country of the Philippines are less valuable than their American counterparts. The further implication shows that this culture is still primitive and should not be regarded equally with the rest of America.
The context and content of the quote is only shocking because the target audience did not expect a remark like that to be cleared through the network given the recent history on the set of Greys Anatomy. It has been brought up that perhaps a politically incorrect remark like this is a slap in the face because the viewer did not expect it and the type of viewer has a different humor than one who watches "Family Guy" or the "Simpsons." Personally, I reacted a couple seconds too late and didn't know if I should laugh or just move on. Then I realized indignantly that my father went to medical school in the Philippines and he is a damn good doctor. Also, now the writers of the show have proven (much so against my arguments and protests on this issue) my father's point exactly, "As an immigrant, you have to work 200% to be equal with your American counterparts." And thanks to ABC, my father seems to painfully and begrudgingly (on my part) be right.
1.) Apparently V wanted to write a rebuttal to my argument on dating in law school. While I see his point that he would like to date in law school because its actually a good time to do so, I think he missed my argument that life as a 1L should not be limited to just dating your classmates.
2.) I have a sick obsession with Vanessa Hudgens' debacle. I'm pretty partial towards High School Musical 1 and 2 and its stars. I think it's pretty sad that someone is pretty much terrorizing her career. And I seem to be reading a rumor that she was 16/17 when she took those pictures. Read: just because she's a celebrity - it does not excuse her right to protection as a minor; publishing those pictures can still be considered child pornography.
My real bone to pick with Vanessa (and with Vanessa Minnillo) is the fact that I love how celebrities of Filipino descent try to hide it by saying "i'm a mix of all these random ethnic groups: [fill in every minute blood line in here]" and then you see them with their parents and it screams "FILIPINO". Like seriously? Saying you're not Filipino (or half Filipino) doesn't change it. Get over it. If anything, you should be proud: there's so much fantastic history in the Philippines. A female president, martial law, rice plantations, PEOPLE POWER. And if it's image you're so concerned with, where else are you going to find women that look like Filipinos. The exoticism is astounding. Some have small frames. Others have boobs that people in Hollywood would kill for. Some are light skinned. Other are dark. Some look Asiatic, others look Hispanic. The mixture is unique and should not be shunned.
Which leads me to point 3 of the night:
3.) Filipinos are ridiculous. And I mean that in every sense of the word. For example, where else can you find crazy huge families that tell you that you're fat but yet try to stuff you with food. Conversely, where else can you find a people power so deeply rooted in our being and history that they DARE write a petition against ABC for the off color remark that the character of Susan Meyer made in the premiere of "Desperate Housewives." Of course young celebrities like Hudgens and Minnilo are hesitant to discuss their ethnic backgrounds. The implication of going to a "med school in the Philippines" shows that Filipinos educated in their native country of the Philippines are less valuable than their American counterparts. The further implication shows that this culture is still primitive and should not be regarded equally with the rest of America.
The context and content of the quote is only shocking because the target audience did not expect a remark like that to be cleared through the network given the recent history on the set of Greys Anatomy. It has been brought up that perhaps a politically incorrect remark like this is a slap in the face because the viewer did not expect it and the type of viewer has a different humor than one who watches "Family Guy" or the "Simpsons." Personally, I reacted a couple seconds too late and didn't know if I should laugh or just move on. Then I realized indignantly that my father went to medical school in the Philippines and he is a damn good doctor. Also, now the writers of the show have proven (much so against my arguments and protests on this issue) my father's point exactly, "As an immigrant, you have to work 200% to be equal with your American counterparts." And thanks to ABC, my father seems to painfully and begrudgingly (on my part) be right.
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
Dreaming with a Broken Heart
Some people in this life have been so lucky to find love. Similarily, people have been so lucky to have their hearts broken. First loves and broken hearts change a person. For the better or worse, there is a change. Those who know what I'm saying here, agree.
The hardest part is letting it go. You can't keep chasing an illusion of what once was. And prolonging the inevitable just makes that feeling of brokenheartedness that much more painful. Rip the band aid off. Internalize the anger and pain and move on.
And as sure as the day is long, don't look back. Because I can assure you, he's not chasing you.
In fact, I can bet money that he hasn't even realized that you stopped chasing him.
The hardest part is letting it go. You can't keep chasing an illusion of what once was. And prolonging the inevitable just makes that feeling of brokenheartedness that much more painful. Rip the band aid off. Internalize the anger and pain and move on.
And as sure as the day is long, don't look back. Because I can assure you, he's not chasing you.
In fact, I can bet money that he hasn't even realized that you stopped chasing him.
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