I apologize to…everyone? since none of you care about baseball. But I am super riled up right now.

Summary: A Phillies’ pitcher purposefully (and admitted to the purposefulness) hit a National’s player– the 19 year old rookie who’s play 8 games in the majors.

On the one hand, yeah, pitchers hit batters or at least throw it close enough to get them to back off the plate. That’s been part of the game, and I get it.

On the other hand, hitting a 19 year old kid with a 93 mph fastball in the back, I can’t get behind that. Especially with no reason–at least if he’d been a jerk first it would have been a little less out of the blue. The thing that I hate about football is that it seems to be entirely (to me anyway) about hurting the other team. Baseball isn’t supposed to be like that. They’re all supposed to get pissed and shout at each other and then kind of meander back to what they’re doing because there aren’t really any fights in baseball (except that one time that Yankee pushed that really old Red Sox coach and then the fight pretty much ended…) If baseball is just going to be like football, all about hurting each other, then I’m not interested.

And if I had more hands — I don’t get how this kind of behavior can be legal. Intentionally hitting someone is a crime and tort. But it’s okay when you’re playing a major league sport?

And finally, transition complete: any love I had left for the Phils of my childhood is pretty much gone. Rivalry on. And I’m backing the Nationals–they may bring me much sorrow, but so far they aren’t playing like jerks. If they can just keep that up, I’ll be a fan foreverz.

I’m…done with law school. Mostly anyway. Still a few clinic things to do. But I just submitted my last paper. I kinda can’t believe it.

Also, I ran an awesome half marathon yesterday. I say awesome because I managed to run a PB and finish with a smile on my face. Which suggests I can pretty easily set a new PB next time right? I’m just going to say it: 13.1 miles yesterday felt like easy peasy. I kept a solid 10:35 pace going for the race (more like 10:25 for the first half and 10:40 for the second, but stilll) and I think I could have pushed it more easily — I just kept thinking I would fall apart eventually, and so kinda keeping myself in check. But I didn’t fall apart!

And you know what? I survived law school too. Now on to new adventures! (i.e. studying for the bar, moving twice this summer, and watching EVERY SINGLE PERSON I KNOW GET MARRIED THIS SUMMER).

I am not having an easy time concentrating today. Or in fact, ever. I made a huge list of semester due dates and a mere 2 things remain between me and basically being done with law school (sadly there’s a couple small things to wrap up with clinic as well but whatevs, I like clinic). But I just don’t want to deal with either of them. At all.

How did I do this as a 1L ? I had 4 exams and a huge paper at the end of both semesters. I truly have no idea. Thank goodness this exam is only 2 hours, I’m not actually sure I could sit there for 3 any more. Maybe I’m just so burned out from the past 2.5 years and that’s why I’m like this now? Not because I’ve become cripplingly lazy… Right.

Anyway. Long story short– is it next Tuesday yet?

Other stuff going on, my shins are acting up a lot again. Which is perfect since this Sunday is the half marathon. Blerg. I had this thought last night that if this keeps up, I’m really going to have find something else to do as exercise (and stress relief) and I kind of panicked. Running is the only thing that keeps me sane and somewhat fit since I live on mac n cheese. When I swim I drown. When I bike I get bored (stationary) or worry about getting hit by a car (real). When I use machines at the gym I get depressed and bored. Sigh. My life is just. so. hard. >.<

Also I had a baby-related panic attack this past weekend. It’s not babies that bother me so much, they are all cute and even when they are troublesome they are still so good at being cute… But the idea of having my own? I have decided to wait another 345 years to have children. Sounds good right?

 

Okay okay, back to work.

 

 

the main characters are all portrayed by actors born in the 90′s.

I am so old. And going to die soon.

Also — I really don’t want to do any more work. Am I done finals ?

Unrelated: I’ve been thinking about upgrading to either an ipod nano or the newest generation of ipod shuffle. I currently have, as I have always had, a 2nd generation ipod shuffle which still works, but stores only 1GB of music and holds a charge for less than 12 hours. On the one hand, my shuffle still works and I can’t really be trusted with nice things (nanos cost $129 that is a lot for me lose/smash accidentally), but on the other hand 12 hours and like 200 songs IS NOTHING. Do any of you have a nano, shuffle, something else (not an ipod/similar, see above note about me and nice things)? How do you like it?

I have a strong feeling this is once again not going to be my proudest Half Marathon. Today I went out intending to do 12 miles. I did 10, but they were epicly horrible. I can only think of one other run where I was like, my head hurts so much I have to stop before I faint.
Mostly today I learned this: if you have a terrible throbbing headache, running is not going to make it better and you should probably do a short run and wait to try for 12 tomorrow. Sigh.

Still, on the bright side, with walking and resting I still did 10 miles in 1:46. Which is not great, but not bad considering how awful I felt!

But somehow it’s comforting to learn that my brother’s fiancee is older than I am. Odd right? She’s still closer to me than him in age, but somehow having a sister-in-law who is older marrying my older brother just feels right.
Why is that?

Generally that is.

*Trial number 2 coming up next week (eeeeee).
*Graduation coming up! I’m 10 hours of class, 1 paper, 1 exam, (and that pesky trial) away from completing my legal education.
*Gonna celebrate one year spent with a certain letter of the alphabet

Crazy! Unrelated– Glee is back! And with it, new songs to be obsessed with ! (but don’t worry I’m still all about Girls Just Wanna Have Fun)! For some reason the link won’t insert above, so try this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0cay2dnuhcs

Ed: I think I like the original even better, I realize someone showed it to me a while back and I was like… O.o but now I’m in love

I’m just going to say it: My mom is usually wrong about everything. Or you know, at least that’s my opinion when she’s telling me how to live my life.

But man. I wish I’d listened to her more in high school and college when she was with me while I was shopping. She was always always right when I thought she was wrong. For example, I’ve been having a lot of days recently where I have to dress up but don’t have to wear a suit– this hasn’t happened to me for a while so it was the first time I put on a couple skirts in a work context in years. Mom was so right. Of course these are too short for work. Why didn’t I listen?? Now I have all these khaki mini skirts which are uselesssssss.

And man. All my formal dresses from college are TINY. Because I was like, I don’t need to breathe and look how awesome my boobs look! And now, I wish I’d let her talk me into the size that didn’t make me look like a tramp. Because really, how useful is a $200 formal dress that makes me look like I’m giving it away for cheap/free? In other news anyone with smaller boobs than me wanna try on some dresses ?

Sorry I got angry at you when you told me I looked like a tramp Mom. You were right.

UPDATE: Read this.

So just over 2.5 years ago, I had just moved to a new city where I knew approximately no one, to a decent sized studio apartment, and decided to devote my life to domestic violence work. At that time most of my experience with domestic violence was through academic research, conversations no one in my family would finish, and the vague knowledge that some of the women I made dinner with on Wednesday nights at their transitional housing were escaping abuse of some kind. But that did not stop me from boldly announcing to my cynical lawyer ‘uncle’ when he asked, “I’m going to represent victims of domestic violence, I’m going to get them what help the legal system can.”
His response: You’re going to need a lot of therapy kid.

I won’t say he was wrong.

I’m still a long way from experienced. I’ve worked with a lot of victims now, and after twenty years of school they’re finally letting me represent one in court to help her get what the legal system can give her. And I have to admit, it’s exactly what I expected and not what I expected at all. It’s very different being someone’s lawyer, even from being their case manager, or the law student helping their lawyer. I feel so responsible. So worried about what might happen. So frustrated with how little I can do.

And Lord. Do I feel anxious. I can’t sleep right now, for no reason that I can put my finger on. This case has been consuming my life, I’ve been on the phone with her for hours, and I’m having trouble turning my brain off.

And it makes me worry a little about dreams, you know. I’ve wanted this exact thing for so long. And now I have it. And it’s not that I’m changing my mind. It’s just that even back then when I said, okay I have stars in my eyes but you know, I’ll get rid of them quickly–but I didn’t really understand the realities that the stars were blocking. And now my uncle’s reaction seems less hilarious. It doesn’t change my dream, and it does. Because I never knew before what exactly the dream was, you know? And now I do. And I’m still dreaming it. Still hoping that someone will pay me to do this work, at least enough to pay off my loans and eat some cup o’ noodles? But I’m more aware of what this dream is, what it is going to involve. It’s going to be harder than I thought to do this. And so I’m a little scared of just what it might cost. But I think I’m more scared that I won’t get to do it.

And you, are your dreams coming true?

I just cried at a dog food commercial, told from the perspective of a dog.

I just thought you’d want to know that…