Hey, Groundhog! Come here! *punch*

Alright, so today (yesterday) was Groundhog Day. The day we all wonder whether we will have 6 more weeks of winter, and inevitably, we always do. Well, this winter has been indescribably weird what with all the spring-like weather mixed with sporadic bouts of snow.

I have decided that this season can only mean 2 things: (a) the polar ice caps are melting (yes they ARE called ice caps - I did NOT make it up, I swear to GOD - oh wait. I should be a good Jew. G-D.) and (b) since the weather has decided to change its pattern, it makes people in general frustrated with their own stagnant lives and change their patterns.

Thus far I've gone antsy and changed a few things, but today I got so frustrated that I came thisclose to changing my job and moving to Newport. Let me explain.

I no longer know why I'm working at my firm. Let me list my frustrations for you:

1. I don't do anything legally related. Which I should be doing because I need to learn practical processes and all that for when I pass the bar. And yes, I do know that I have 2 more years to go before I even start studying for it, and yes, I do know that I am assuming I even will pass the bar. But I have to plan my life 20 years ahead. We know this.

2. There seems to be no future there for me for 2 reasons:

• Most importantly, I have no interest in personal injury. I like the people there, but it still seems like the easy way out and I abhor most of our clients. I can do better, and I will.
• When the "senior" employees discuss the future, I am never included. Now, I have been told that I will have no problem in the legal field and that it's the right area for me (per my attorney boss), but when the expansion of the firm is discussed, the only people included are the junior associate, and the other two law students. Not me. I'm not even treated as if I am a law student. In fact, my OM called me a secretary yesterday. A secretary. I did not graduate college and go to law school to be a secretary. Monkeys could do that work. Or at least I'm convinced that monkeys could do my work. Maybe I'm wrong. Who knows.

Now the question is - why do I care? If I don't know what I'm doing there, why don't I leave? Well the main reason is that I have an immense guilt complex (which I will readily attribute to my family) and feel that if I leave before our OM takes the bar, everyone will be stuck. But I was made aware today that I need to start thinking about what I Need for myself and not necessarily what everyone else needs. I was not brought up to think on these terms. I was brought up to do what was necessary for the time being and for the best of all the people I was dealing with and then think of change later. However, I cannot live on 9.50 an hour.

My solution: I'm going to demand a raise. If I do not get a significant raise, I am leaving. This is crap.

Frustration #2: Apartment!!

Yes, I need to move. It is becoming increasingly apparent that I live in the gh-etto and that it's probably not safe for a single woman of 23 years. So I should probably move somewhere safer. Maybe Newport. Maybe ... I don't know. We'll see. First I have to see if anyone will help me move all my heavy ass furniture. Anyone? Bueller? Bueller? Okay I guess not. lol

Alright I guess everyone has their spaz moment, and that was mine. I should seriously go to bed.

On a positive note, I'm doing well otherwise! My goal for this weekend is to find a dress for the bat mitzvah next Saturday - anyone think I can find one within one day? I think so. It'll be fabulous. And if I can work it right, I'll be taking dance lessons this week too - how cool am I? Ha.

Okay night.

Pluto, etc.

I got released from review on writing demands (the simple ones anyway)! Yay! I’m moving up in the world…hahaha. So now I don’t feel as bad about work…I got reamed out a couple of weeks ago on my performance or lack thereof. Now, I’m being told that I’m doing really well and should be prepared when my OM goes to study for the bar in the summer. Thank God – I needed a kick in the ass to get myself back in gear. Seriously. I’ve never been the passive type, and since I always think I’m right anyway I better damn well be. Am I Right? (Yes, of course you are.) When she took me aside and told me how I was performing well below my capabilities, it forced me to think of the person I have become.

Not necessarily that I’m lazy, just that I’ve wandered far from the strong-willed, confident person that actually has some leadership qualities. Those qualities have seemed all but gone until just a few weeks ago when I’ve had quite a few realizations about the reality in which I live. I won’t go into detail – that’s too boring for most people – but suffice it to say that I now know who I am and how I need to behave. So far, I think I’m doing swimmingly, thank you – it seems to be working rather well for me!

On another note, I know this is a little late for discussion but did anyone see the shuttle go into space last week? Going to Pluto?? I think it’s amazing that we can now get to the moon in 9 hours whereas 40 years ago it would have taken us 3 days. It’s amazing we can get there at all. How is it that we have managed to progress so quickly? Astounding.

Alright I should study. There’s my update for the moment!

Lazy lazy day

Ahh, the last Sunday before school starts back. As a few people know, I had a pretty good weekend, what with the grade celebrations on Friday and the being comatose until ohhhh 1 on Saturday morning. Great stuff.

Now I have to go back to studying – which oddly enough is just fine with me. I’m ready to get back into the crazy schedule I’m usually on, but I’m also glad I managed to get in as much social time as I have these past couple of weeks. The fun thing is that I’m probably heading to Lex next weekend to play DDR with Dana! That’s right, kids! DANCE DANCE REVOLUTION!! Lol

I’m 15 years old and Asian, in case you haven’t guessed. Speaking of stereotypes (cause we all know it’s the 15 year old Asian boy that’s always on the DDR machine), I think it’s funny how we all object to stereotypes and how “awful” they are…but we adhere to them when judging other people. Oh and let’s not forget we tend to fit them. Not to be too un-pc, but let’s be honest.

There’s a reason we came up with these stupid group identifiers – it’s because different groups of people tend to act certain ways. For instance, my friend Cathy talks about Eastern Europeans being kinda dirty. (She insists that my family is from Middle Europe, not Eastern Europe – therefore not dirty. Just drink a lot of vodka.) At first I was flabbergasted (damn that's a good earth – I mean word. Sorry.) And then I started thinking about it…..even my grandparents call their Russian friends the “dirty Russkys”. And it’s a little true….so I can’t say anything about them anymore.  ;)

Even so – I’m not saying that abiding by stereotypes is a good thing. People are still individuals. Even if I am studying to be a lawyer just like a good little Jew. And white boys still can’t dance. :-D

CAFFEINE - I NEED CAFFEINE

I’m absolutely drowning in coffee, sugar, and salt. After this is all over with, I think I’m going to have to recondition myself to live, eat and sleep like a human being, because I certainly don’t feel like one.

It makes me wonder how people can actually eat fast food all the time and NOT feel sick…. After about 3 days of eating that absolute crap, my stomach goes into full rebellion and demands that it will secede from the union of my body unless I give it a friggin salad. I still haven’t fed it salad. It’s been about 1 week since the rebellion’s inception (is that the right word?), and I am afraid that the organ will go on strike and I won’t be able to fill it with more sugar, salt and caffeine. Or I’ll have a heart attack.

On the upside, my last final is tomorrow! (SCORE) But then what am I going to do? All you people know me too well and know that within a week or so I’m going to be sitting at home, compulsively cleaning my apartment and attempting to raise it out of its disgusting state of papers and half-empty bottles of coke, and going “Why aren’t I at the library? Don’t I need to study? What am I going to DO?”

Alright. I’m wasting time talking to well..probably no one. As no one probably reads this anyway….stupid school.

Back to Property. Have fun kids.

This is my new idea of fun. Isn't it great?