Randomness from a 2005 graduate of The Moritz College of Law at The Ohio State University


Tuesday, August 30, 2005

I realize that all I have been writing about lately is my love life. The problem is that now that I'm working full time, I don't feel comfortable talking about work, but I also don't have much else to talk about. Law school is this bizarre shared experience that a lot of people could relate to. But now I don't think I have anything to write about that is interesting for anyone else to read. My love life might be interesting enough in a kind of humorous way, but because of the level of censorship that is necessary, it's not. So, I either need to come up with some new spin on my life or quit this online rambling about myself. |

Sunday, August 28, 2005

One of the headlines on AOL says "French fries need warnings?". You know what needs warning labels? Men.

WARNING: This man may be hazardous to your health. Consume with extreme caution. He may be married/engaged/otherwise committed, and is unlikely to tell you so. He may be have a different sexual preference than you do. He may have an STD. He is likely to enjoy playing games, manipulating you, and otherwise making you unsure of where you stand and what his level of interest is. He probably only wants sex. And he probably doesn't care if you enjoy the sex. This man will either not become attached to you at all or will become abnormally attached, possessive, and jealous in a remarkably short period of time. He will say he wants you to have your own interests, but what he means is he wants to be free to pursue his interests (drinking with the guys, flirting with other girls, and other similar endeavors), but wants you to always be available on his timetable and not to ever have too much fun without him. Spending too much time with this man may cause you to develop feelings of love and attachment that will end in disappointment, anxiety and insecurity as a result of his unwillingness to commit and/or communicate his feelings, and to experience a general sense of confusion, unhappiness, and melancholia if not treated quickly by permanent separation. Do not consume if you have a sensitive disposition, have a low pain threshold, or want to maintain your faith in humanity and belief in true love. Enjoy. |

Sunday, August 21, 2005

The weekend has been very relaxing, and has involved lots of movies. I watched Bridget Jones 2, Hitch, Stage Beauty, Alfie, In Good Company, and next up is Million Dollar Baby. I thought Stage Beauty was awesome. In Good Company and Bridget Jones 2 were also both thoroughly enjoyable. Alfie annoyed me because I can't stand when characters talk to the audience. It's really fun when you're the actor, but I can't stand to watch it. Other than that, I liked the movie okay, but it was nothing special. I kept trying to tell if Jude Law and Sienna Miller seemed to be in love in real life while they were filming the movie. I couldn't tell. Hitch was kind of fun, but not nearly as good as I had been told. Everyone I knew thought it was great!, but I was less enthusiastic. I loved the female character because she was so cold and clever. Something to aim for, you know.

I also did a little office shopping as planned, but until I actually put stuff on my wall it isn't going to look put together. But first I have to paint. And actually get my diploma. And earn enough to pay for matting the other stuff I want to hang. |

Wednesday, August 17, 2005

It has been a week since my last, less than positive post, and I figured I should try again. Things are somewhat better, but now I am on the verge of illness from all the stress of the past few weeks. I started working full time last week and it is definitely nice to be back at work. I have lots of interesting assignments lined up and overall I really feel like I ended up in the right place.

I am looking forward to this weekend as a chance to escape from everyone and everything and get my life in order now that school is over. There are a lot of things I need to do so that I don't feel so out of control. I haven't even had a chance to do laundry since I got home from vacation. I need to ship my bar review books back. I need to make it so that there are no remnants of law school in plain view at home. I need to buy things for my office: paint for walls, lamps, radio, diploma frame for undergrad diploma, plants (if the people the firm pays will water them), larger in-box, fake bronze scales of justice, a dozen or so picture frames with photos of my children, and whatever else I can think of that every attorney needs. I need to spend some time alone, not with the best friend who has been making me so crazy lately. Most of all, I just need to sleep so that I can start next week fresh and ready to really enjoy my wonderful new job. Seriously. |

Wednesday, August 10, 2005

I haven't disappeared. Entirely. Here's the kind of short version of my life for the last two weeks.

Bar Exam:
I felt like I shouldn't post during the bar exam as if it would somehow be bad luck. All I really have to say about that is I survived. Also, they ended with all my favorite subjects, so I left feeling much better than I would have had the order been reversed. Favorite is, of course, relative. Anyway, that's over. We now have three months to agonize over whether or not we passed, but it appears I will be busy enough at work that I won't have too much time to worry. And of course, worrying is pointless anyway.

Celebrating after the bar exam:
My plan was to celebrate with my non-law school friends the day after the bar exam. Give myself time to recover and rest and then have a great time with people who would not want to analyze the exam. Unfortunately my "best" friend completely failed to come through for me. Despite several weeks notice of my desire to celebrate, she was too "tired." She also told our other mutual friends who were with her earlier in the day not to bother coming out. So I had one drink with her before I let her bail and then ended up drinking alone. My sister did join me for a drink and one of my very favorite new 3Ls chatted with me while she worked. It was thoroughly depressing.

Trip after the bar exam:
I wished I was taking the bar exam again. The aforementioned "best" friend had backed out on our trip to St. Martin, which had been planned for 6 monhts, so I ended up going on the road trip that was intended to be me making the best of the situation. What was I thinking??? I hate doing things alone. I can eat alone or go to the movies alone, but vacation? Not so much. It sucked. Plus, I ended up driving through a lot of the areas where I used to live with the psycho ex. And worst of all, the highlight was supposed to be visiting the prosecutor. It was terrible. I spent half the time sitting in my hotel room waiting for him to call and the other half with him alternating between having fun and feeling horrible about myself. I doubt I will ever speak to him again.

After the trip:
I came home to a very serious family crisis. Those of you out there who pray, my family needs your prayers. On a literal level, things are now okay. Yesterday I didn't know if that would be the case, but right now I think that's true. On a broader level, I don't think things will ever be okay or have been for a long time. I don't know that there is anything I can do, other than pray. That is a really scary feeling, but it also reminds you that really that is always the case.

In the midst of all of this, I started work today. Thank God I like my job. I am working on a big, tedious project right now that involves basically no thought, but that is fine with me. This strange limbo time of almost-laywer is so weird. I'm just happy I got a parking card today.

Other than the jerk prosecutor... I saw the vegan tonight and we had a really good talk. It was mature and respectful and the kind of talk men and women should have. He wanted it to end with us "starting over." I don't think there is any chance of that, but it was pleasant, and there is always that pull to be with someone even when you know it's wrong. I think we will probably casually stay in touch. I am supposed to call the guy with the motorcycle. Did I mention he is somewhat older? 12 years. But cute. And there is always my best male friend. We hooked up after the bar exam, but that was just because we are friends, not because it meant anything. By the way, he is the one who was confusing me back before Thanksgiving. So there is nothing really going on, but several nothings to entertain me a little.

Now I just need sleep. And to get back to focusing on my fantasy baseball teams. |