5 Days till school starts!
So I'm starting school and I have so much to look forward to. I've always known that I was meant to be a lawyer, strange to know in early high school I suppose. It is also strange because I don't have a lawyer in my family, except my great-great Grandfather in Calico, New Mexico, whom I, of course, never met. He was THE lawyer in a small mining town that has since withered, into tourist oblivion.
Logic and argumentation are just pleasurable for me, I know, I'm weird. I find things 'wrong with the system' all the time. Like the elevator at a school I attended, it actually REQUIRES A KEY. Yeah, like every random person in a wheelchair who arrives at the school and needs to use the elevator is going to have a key. No they aren't! A nice big fat lawsuit would fix this, my letters to the Dean certainly didn't. Only the reality of having to PAY someone for inconvenience,loss of income and time is going to make the University change things.
I need to read, up too late again. My mom called and actually said "My doctor told me that my blood sugar now doesn't matter, the damage to my eyes was done by my high blood sugar in the past". The flaws in logic of that are so bad. I said "So are you checking your blood sugar now?", "Oh I know what it is, I can feel when it's off", and I said "Like you could feel when it was off before, when it was damaging your eyes?", "Don't attack me, I don't want to talk to you anymore". Yeah, well, if I wasn't the person who had to drive her ass around because she cannot SEE now, I wouldn't bitch so much, but hey, it affects me too. Perhaps the complete lack of logic and inability to form coherent arguments in my past experience with my mother, (originally on both sides, and now she can't keep up), coupled with an intense desire to win, made me want to be come an expert in argumentation, and hence, a lawyer. Maybe I'm just a bitch.
Seems like I should be a Dom eh? My horse would say so, and my dog was pretty whipped as well. He fetched the phone for me when I lost it and had to 'page'it. A few times it was buried under several pillows and a comforter or two, and I couldn't hear it at all. He'd show up with it in his mouth and give me that "TREAT?!" look that always made me melt, and of course find him something meaty or cheesy to eat. SHOWING him the treat before I sent him on the task was a good motivator.
I am scared about being able to keep up in school. So... I'm off to read. I know I can do it... in true Philosophical form 'I just need to realize that I know'. It needs to become real for me, and I need to make it part of my reality, which is, after all, just a creation of our own minds, or in my case, MY own mind. "You are all figments of my imagination".
And "These are not words"
Logic and argumentation are just pleasurable for me, I know, I'm weird. I find things 'wrong with the system' all the time. Like the elevator at a school I attended, it actually REQUIRES A KEY. Yeah, like every random person in a wheelchair who arrives at the school and needs to use the elevator is going to have a key. No they aren't! A nice big fat lawsuit would fix this, my letters to the Dean certainly didn't. Only the reality of having to PAY someone for inconvenience,loss of income and time is going to make the University change things.
I need to read, up too late again. My mom called and actually said "My doctor told me that my blood sugar now doesn't matter, the damage to my eyes was done by my high blood sugar in the past". The flaws in logic of that are so bad. I said "So are you checking your blood sugar now?", "Oh I know what it is, I can feel when it's off", and I said "Like you could feel when it was off before, when it was damaging your eyes?", "Don't attack me, I don't want to talk to you anymore". Yeah, well, if I wasn't the person who had to drive her ass around because she cannot SEE now, I wouldn't bitch so much, but hey, it affects me too. Perhaps the complete lack of logic and inability to form coherent arguments in my past experience with my mother, (originally on both sides, and now she can't keep up), coupled with an intense desire to win, made me want to be come an expert in argumentation, and hence, a lawyer. Maybe I'm just a bitch.
Seems like I should be a Dom eh? My horse would say so, and my dog was pretty whipped as well. He fetched the phone for me when I lost it and had to 'page'it. A few times it was buried under several pillows and a comforter or two, and I couldn't hear it at all. He'd show up with it in his mouth and give me that "TREAT?!" look that always made me melt, and of course find him something meaty or cheesy to eat. SHOWING him the treat before I sent him on the task was a good motivator.
I am scared about being able to keep up in school. So... I'm off to read. I know I can do it... in true Philosophical form 'I just need to realize that I know'. It needs to become real for me, and I need to make it part of my reality, which is, after all, just a creation of our own minds, or in my case, MY own mind. "You are all figments of my imagination".
And "These are not words"