WHEN ME AND MY FRIEND SEE OUR OTHER FRIENDS ASSHOLE EX
sooo…my parents had a bbq for my little brothers 12th birthday today….which meant i had to deal with alot of drunk adults. I dont know if that sounds bad or not…but my parents tend to have alot of parties and there also tends to be alot of drinking….
…at this party I was continuously asked what kind of law i wanted to do. I always answer i’m not sure but i know i want to litigate. Furthermore i also know people rarely get exactly what they want right out of law school and thats fine with me…gotta work my way up. I said if i decided to do crim law i’d become a prosecutor. my oh my that was the wrong answer. You’d think that all these people were parties to organized crime. people kept saying why would you want to put people in jail? what about me? Who’s going to defend me? I’m just like what the hell…none of you people have ever gotten anything more than a traffic ticket! My god! you’re all foreigners from Nigeria who are old, well-established and well respected in the community…why difference does it make if i want to be a prosecutor!
No one seemed to listen to my reasoning behind it…which is actually not some desire for justice and to punish all criminals or because i dont want to end up defending rapists, child molesters or the casey anthony/jodie arias of the world…its because if i’m going to go that route, i’d rather not have another person’s life in my hands. I’d rather not have the pressure that if i lose i’ve ruined someone’s life. I’d rather not get to know someone and become so involved and attached to them that i’m destroyed when they inevitably get put away. I dont know…maybe thats dumb and selfish…but thats me. I’d rather represent the state. Also, as i say time and time again…statistically most criminal defendants are guilty…so i wont feel too bad when they go away. evidence only lies sometimes…
Also had to defend my decision to not go some JAG type of route…Really, my friends dad (who was belligerently drunk) was talking about how she refused to go to the army/air force/military whatever even though they would pay for her medical school. She really just doesnt want to do that. He thinks thats dumb…and i dont know why…but i jumped in the convo about that. Explaining that JAG is the law school version of her medical school dilemma…and that JAG will pay for your last year of law school if you are selected…I gave my reasons for not wanting to be involved with that. Lets pretend for a second that JAG isnt highly competitive and hard to get into. The reasons that i don’t want to do JAG is because to me there is more to life than my job. To make the type of commitment that JAG requires I would have to not mind being committed to them for at least 7 years or whatever the requirement. I would have to not mind the fact that i would be stationed and re-stationed in new places possibly every 2 years. I would have to not mind possibly not being able to have a legit committed relationship with someone who is worth it because of my constant moving around. My pool of possible worthy mates would suddenly be restricted to only those with jobs that lend themselves to transient lifestyles…like teachers, nurses, etc. I’d have to not mind possibly getting stationed overseas…in a country i do not like…or want to be in. In many ways i’d have to surrender my personal sense of freedom. Which is fine for some people. If i’m wrong about any of this…please feel free to point it out! I welcome corrections!
I know lots of people that want to do JAG and other things like it…but its just not for me. I mean…you guys read this blog…it has become as much, if not more, about my personal life and failing quest for love as it is about law school! This girl cannot commit to JAG. This girl, just cannot make that kind of commitment. And I’m not ashamed to say that. there are people out there that can do it and there are those, like me, who just are not cut out for it. And thats fine. I’m not going to do something for the money…my life is made up of the interactions i have with people and the relationships i build and the people i love. its not about the money i have or the amount of debt i’m in. I’ll work my entire life to pay off my student loans…and i’m perfectly okay with that. Yes, (if hypothetically anyone could do jag) i could do JAG and save money and have a stable job…but no, thats just not what i want to do.
In any case, my friend’s dad still didnt understand this reasoning. He yelled at me that i was going to be poor or in debt or whatever and that they (the parents) all need us to make money and care for them in their old age.He said all us girls/women were colluding together…he accused me of talking to his daughter and convincing her not to do it…I was just like huh?? There was alot of drunken yelling and rambling. He also yelled at me for wanting to be a prosecutor he said i would be poor…all the money is in corporate they say. Uhh, most lawyers arent necessarily rolling in the dough! why dont people realized that…being a lawyer isnt an automatic ticket to Trump Towers or Bill Gates land! And that is the truth! If you’re getting into this for the money…i suggest you back out now…in fact, become a geologist. My college roomie is getting paid $30,000 this summer as a geo phd grad student working for an oil company.
My next door neighbor, who actually just drunkenly stumbled back over to his house about 30min ago…also reemed me out for wanting my job to be fun. I said i wanted to be a litigator cause i thought i’d enjoy it and that it would be fun. He said “work is not fun. its work.” I said well maybe fun is the wrong word…perhaps, enjoyable. he said no that is not work..he told me to get over that want real quickly. He said he was much wiser and older and had been through much more than me…while i dont dispute that …i still said well if your job isnt enjoyable then maybe youre doing the wrong thing (he’s a dentist)…I mean life is short, why be miserable at work. I’ve always said…i’ll do this for a while and if i dont like it…i’ll be something else. Its that simple. He said all you can hope for really is that your life isnt miserable…maybe these were just his drunkent ramblings idk. I mean i dont think he got what i was saying and i could tell he didnt think that i got what he was saying, but i got it. I just disagree. I may be only 23 but i’m young enough to know that i dont want to hate my job. I mean you guys almost every job i’ve ever had, i’ve dreaded going to it. Whenever i got there it wasn’t that bad…but it was getting there that was the struggle. I will not do that for the rest of my life…he can say “work is work,” if he wants to but dammit i’m gonna enjoy what I do!
at one point during all of this drunken belligerence…as grown men yelled at me for my personal decisions…i just looked at them and said “What are these conversations?! what is the point of this?!”
I got the best compliment today! My friends mom (who was sober) told me I looked like a doll! I’m not sure she meant that as a compliment…but i said thank you very enthusiastically! I was like YES! If i look like a painted doll..then i look perfect…she just laughed. I also got to play with two adorable little babies today! So much fun!
I listened to all the mom’s sit around and talk (in edo) about how all their kids got fat in college…or are getting fat in college. I was like thats cool…I gained like 25lbs in college (my senior year melt down took it all off…left that part out) but i did gain alot of weigh in college. It wasnt super noticable…but one of these very mom (one who wasnt here today) once said to me when i was home for a college break that i’d gained enough weight and I needed to stop! wtf…i know right! First off, i am not a big girl…I’ve never been a big girl. The biggest size i’ve ever worn is 4. YES, a four! even in my college fat days…i was maybe pushing it to a 6..but yeah, that bitch was telling me to stop gaining weight. Talk about fat shaming. In any case i’ve been back at my 0/2 pre-college size since i graduated from undergrad (depression will do that to you). So of course all the mom’s looked at me like…uh you dont know what it is to be overweight….and maybe they are right. but i was literally just trying to be included in the convo…since i had really no one else to speak to. It was already hard since they were not speaking english and they know its hard for us to follow when they dont speak english.
I want the readers of this post to keep in mind that this was supposed to be a 12yo bday party. Why all the drunken belligerence? Why is the neighbor man drunkenly stumbling over to his house? Why is someone yelling drunkenly at me for wanting to throw criminals in jail? Why are these people behaving as if they are criminals and have no one to defend them? I WAS CONTINUOUSLY ASKING MYSELF THESE QUESTIONS. It sounds as if i live in a trailer park…or off the side of the hwy in a mobile home (which is fine if you do…i see nothing wrong with this)…but i assure you guys…I do not. I actually live in a pretty nice neighborhood where the people are well off and the houses are bigger than average…but i guess it doesnt matter where you are true rachetness is forever and exists everywhere.
How glorious is this?! Upcycling at its finest…
I have a couple bracelets made from the same stuff! yay
The company’s name is Ocean Sole: http://www.ocean-sole.com/
“Don’t let anyone make you think that God chose America as His divine messianic force to be a sort of policeman of the whole world. God has a way of standing before the nations with judgement and it seems that I can hear God saying to America, ‘You’re too arrogant. If you don’t change your ways, I will rise up and break the backbone of your power and i’ll place it in the hands of a nation that doesn’t even know My name. Be still and know I am God.’ “
- Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
So my sister is staying bama for the summer…but the awesom thing is her bathroom is empty and her bathroom is essentially a drugstore. No not like prescription drugs…like toiletries abound! Towels for days! Lady products! Tooth brushes! Make up removers! Face moisturizers! Acne washes! Various eye shadows! I’ve been doing my shopping in her bathroom. When I leave the house my bathroom is like a tornado…every drawer is empty…every cabinet abandoned. Like I am a mess.
Thank god for that girl and her obsessive over stocking ways. Thank god.
Six seconds well spent.
It was. It was.
Best six seconds of my entire week right here.
LOL this was wonderful
she’s so friggen adorable
^ I AM NOW DEAD FROM THE CUTE
holy crap, cuteness overload
my wife lookin cute as hell in them heels
p.s. her faces in the “gangam style” one is turning me on
“Do your thing, and don’t care if they like it.” - Tina Fey (May 18, 1970)