Calmer Waters
Things have been slowing down, around here. And damn, it does feel nice. I've decided to try to NOT plan a whole bunch of shit with a whole bunch of people all the time. My weekends tend to feel more like weekends, this way. I love my alone time. It seems the older I get, the more I appreciate personal spaces and moments of silence. I don't think I'm slowing down any, or getting boring, I think it's just that I don't really appreciate a whole bunch of noise and social static infiltrating every single waking moment I have. So yeah, more peace. I know that things are going to pick up again in a few weeks, when I start my very last year of hell, so I've been enjoying my free time. I've also been enjoying the rare gift of sleeping in, much to Tom's teasing. The way I see it, this is the last time I'll probably get to relax for a very long time. After this, finishing law school, passing the bar, and selling my soul to some lucky law firm for 1800 billable hours a year will probably take up the (hopefully happy) majority of my time. My next stop-and-smell-the-roses part of my life probably won't be until I take a brief maternity leave for my first kid, and that isn't happening for a looooooooooong ass time. So, if I'm not calling you back, I'm probably just sleeping or lounging about. And it's really not because of anything you did, I just need my space. :)
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Speaking of the not-so-distant future, I've really gotta stop myself from going into panic over what the hell I'm going to end up doing after I graduate. I KNOW it's hitting all of my fellow third year law dork friends right about now, and it's hitting me hard as well. It's a wierd feeling, because it starts off as relief and a little bit of joy... as in, "Holy shit. I only have two semesters left. WOOT!" Then, all of that excitement sort of dissipates when I start thinking of the great wide open space that is my life after all of this shit is done, and the great big amount of debt I'm going to owe, as well. Gah. Does... not...compute.... brain... overload.
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On an utterly unrelated note, if I weren't deathly afraid of snakes, I'd go see Snakes on a Plane. I'm almost curious enough to go, but, snakes really wierd me out. Even CGI creepy crawlies. Samuel L. Jackson is such a pimp. I love him.
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Oh, and these items are going on my wishlist:
http://www.rof.com/product_p/2270-pq.htm
http://www.rof.com/product_p/8090-bk.htm
Sorry, but I have to celebrate the inner pastafarian in me. Celebrate his noodly goodness!
Alright, I'm done for tonight, I swear.
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Speaking of the not-so-distant future, I've really gotta stop myself from going into panic over what the hell I'm going to end up doing after I graduate. I KNOW it's hitting all of my fellow third year law dork friends right about now, and it's hitting me hard as well. It's a wierd feeling, because it starts off as relief and a little bit of joy... as in, "Holy shit. I only have two semesters left. WOOT!" Then, all of that excitement sort of dissipates when I start thinking of the great wide open space that is my life after all of this shit is done, and the great big amount of debt I'm going to owe, as well. Gah. Does... not...compute.... brain... overload.
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On an utterly unrelated note, if I weren't deathly afraid of snakes, I'd go see Snakes on a Plane. I'm almost curious enough to go, but, snakes really wierd me out. Even CGI creepy crawlies. Samuel L. Jackson is such a pimp. I love him.
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Oh, and these items are going on my wishlist:
http://www.rof.com/product_p/2270-pq.htm
http://www.rof.com/product_p/8090-bk.htm
Sorry, but I have to celebrate the inner pastafarian in me. Celebrate his noodly goodness!
Alright, I'm done for tonight, I swear.