I make out with boys now. And we don’t become boyfriend/girlfriend. And then I do it again.

But I like the one guy. And he should call me….

http://www.theonion.com/articles/kid-ready-to-start-playdating-again,17762/

Best. Onion. Article. Ever.

So…it’s been a while. Oddly. Last weekend was wonderful– B___ came and we frolicked and walked and ran (to the FDR and back!) and shopped (books and running clothes!!) and ate and it was glorious. Relaxing. Makes me a little sad (AND I AM NOT TRYING TO GUILT TRIP ANYONE HERE) but I realize with B____ moving far away, and Kaydo and M. and Mdubz already all living far (and far far and FAAAAAAAAAR) away, well, it makes me a bit lonely.

Because the weekend was so nice. I never worried that B____ thought I was stupid, or didn’t like me that much, or was just playing along, or that she was bored or unhappy or anything. I just feel comfortable with her (and with the rest of you dear readers), and I realize now I’m not sure I have anyone in DC quite like that. I know I have no one in DC that I know like I know most of you. So while I have friends. People that are tremendously wonderful, they aren’t best friends yet. Of course they may become best friends. Real friends, the kind that you feel supremely comfortable with, that takes time to build, to feel each other out and all that. And I haven’t really known anyone here all that long.

Anyway. Didn’t mean to get all maudlin. I mean, I chose to move to DC because it was the best thing for my future, I can hardly blame the rest of you for realizing the best places for you to be were all also far away from the places we met. Sigh.

Otherwise life is good. Work is still going really really well. MADE A MUTHER FUCKING JOURNAL BECAUSE I AM A LAWSCHOOL ROCKSTAR. Okay so not really, but still. I love B___ tremendously because (unless she has secretly been watching The Paperchase) this meant nothing to her, and yet she screamed and danced and hugged me and generally scared all the tourists around us when I found out. Last night roommate and I bonded with chinese food and trueblood season 2, and tonight work biffle and I are going out to get schwasted and find men. We’ll see.

OH and also: I HAVE BEEN SO PRODUCTIVE TODAY! You’re proud aren’t you? I went grocery shopping, went to the library, dropped off my dry cleaning, did 2 loads of laundry, cleaned the bedroom, bathroom, and kitchen! Now I am laying here like a lump, but still.

Blogging at work? Oh dear…

But anyway. Reasons today is good:
-I finished the “difficult” sudoku
-A man cat-called me from a truck while I was walking to work, so I know I’ve ‘still got it’ despite my advanced age
-My facebook wall is covered in messages from people I haven’t seen or talked in a long time
-SHOES (<3 you Kaydo)
-Rice crispy treats made by my work biffle!
-Everyone wants to buy me free food
-Doing actual legal writing!
-Slept until 7:27 this morning
-Got a call from Japan! Not the whole country. But my favorite person in that country. (Okay, so I haven't met many people from Japan, but I think even if I'd met them all I'd still like M. best of all).
-TEXT MESSAGES!
humours e-mails from the fam
-Free small coffee at Borders!

<3 <3 <3 I am filled with joy. And love for you reader of my blog. You'd better take it while you can get it, because as I'm only getting more senile from here, although my Father has promised that "the secret of your many years is safe with me."

“a thing” — pretty much fuck buddies, but more emotional investment. And probably less fucking.
“a something” — there is handholding and romantic shit happens
“a real something” — people in actual relationship are jealous of you

Old Order:
1) meet guy
2) dates!
3) love, marriage
4) buy house
5) have babies
6) babies grow up and resent you and following God’s order make you grandparent, their kids hate them too.

New order:
1) become career woman
2) get out of debt
3) buy large house that makes you feel lonely
4) worry that you’ve given up your chance at family and babies
5) Buy baby
6) Friends gift baby gap.
7) Baby grows into sullen teen and hates you.
Buy another baby?

Sorry to hurt anyone’s delicate sensibilities. I just fucked up my GPA. Fuck. Fuck Fuck Fuckity Fuck.

I mean. It’s ‘okay’ I guess. Next semester I’ll do better or something. Sigh. Stupid Constitutional law I hate you.

Sigh. Okay. I’m done.

Yesterday was a good day. Today was pretty good too actually. Work was getting kind of rut-like Monday.

I think part of the reason I haven’t been blogging much is that my job is kind of confidential, all the hilarious things I can’t say! So my explanation of why yesterday was good may be dull. Because it will be lacking all the best details.

1) Yesterday was good because I got to go to court.
2) I definitely want to be a litigator. I was sitting in court and my STOMACH HURT BECAUSE I WANTED TO BE ASKING THE QUESTIONS SO BAD.
3) I got to go on a city adventure to hand deliver a motion or something to a law firm. I spent many minutes outside! And met a really nice security guard who laughed at me a little. But also helped me find the right place to go.
4) Then I got to write a motion! Which I actually did! I mean I’ve written stuff before, but this one was really from scratch rather than lots of cutting and pasting.
5) Then I went and hung out w/ Beth and we ate DELICIOUS burgers and watched Buffy. Happy

Today was also good. I went to mediation. CRAZY TIMES I WISH I COULD TALK ABOUT! And then I wrote another motion! I know right. And I spent a lot of time talking with other interns. And I didn’t have to do any redacting. Win!

How are y’all?

I am so hungover. I cannot even talk about it.

…

Last night (which was a Tuesday by the way) got away from me somewhere… I believe it was about 8:15. At that point I’d had 2-3 drinks. But I figured I’d be home, fairly sober, and in bed before midnight.

Somehow I ended up bar hopping, meeting a lot of people (no one really awesome but several men who wanted to buy me drinks), and drinking about a gallon of… everything. Oh God. I’m going to die.

Just going to lay here for a while. Don’t mind me.

8-9 hours interning for the gov = $0
3 hours volunteering = $0
Getting home before 6 on Friday night = priceless.