I’m at the new job. In the new town. That has a bojangles (which is exciting).
I have my own office with windows.
I have already spilt water all over my desk. But I guess that is better than coffee.
I think I am going to survive, and I might actually like it a lot. But I’m still kind of nervous. So any encouragement would be appreciated. I miss you all.
Hugs and kisses.
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My cute friend Jennifer Blanchard is here. She just finished her first year of law school in Charleston and we are very proud.
Tonight is a prom night in Augusta. Not my high school’s prom I don’t think, but as a side note my high school won state in soccer tonight.
I’ve never seen so many limos drive up and down our street in my life. And I can promise you we have lived here longer than most.
My mom has been threatening to call 911 to report underage drinking. But we took the phone away from her and poured her another glass of wine and told her there was chocolate on her pillow upstairs, so we think she has been successfully diverted.
Mama and Jennifer are getting jealous, so I have to go, but Bella and Bo send their love.
(p.s. my mom is awesome).
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There is a billboard coming into Augusta on I-20 that says: CLIMBED EVEREST – BLIND, and has a picture of a man sitting on top of a mountain staring out (but I guess he isn’t staring out, because he is blind). Now I don’t want to diminish this guy’s accomplishment, because it is amazing to climb Everest, even with 20/20 vision. But I also know that my reasons for climbing mountains have everything to do with the view from the top and along the way. Sure, it is the accomplishment as well, but mostly it is the exhilaration of the view that gets me past 11,000 feet. It is awesome that this guy doesn’t let his limitations limit him, but it is kind of like, would you pay for an expensive meal if you couldn’t taste anything?
It is amazing when it becomes summer I start to notice all these little imperfections about me that I never notice in the winter, like a patch of dry skin on my shoulder, or the negativity of all the bruises I seem to accumulate, or the state of my cuticle (gah my nailbeds suck!).
aspirin is a miracle worker. Really. Wonderful stuff.
My dogs are clean. This is exciting because they were very dirty. Mama washed them today.
Mary Beth graduated from nursing school today!!!! Congratulations Mary Beth!!!!
Daddy went to Vienna today – he and Dick are biking from Vienna to Budapest – down the Danube. I’m jealous, I miss Europe.
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I finished my paper. It wasn’t long enough. I don’t think I have ever written a paper that was long enough. Honestly, my whole life is that I have never been able to to make my paper’s long enough. And yet I always have so much to say. I don’t understand.
But it is nice to be finished. But I wish it had been longer.
We went out to sushi last night. Sushi is something I don’t understand. Sake is also something I don’t understand. Most of the time I don’t think I want sushi at all. But I always enjoy it. And every once in a while I think that I might die and/or hurt someone if I can’t have some sushi immediately. But every time I know I am going to a sushi place, I always think about how much I do not want any sake. But every time I sit down at the sushi place, I start to cave. And as soon as I have one piece of sushi I hit my breaking point. I have to have some sake. I don’t even like it. I know I don’t. But I really want it and love it. I enjoy it. It is the strangest thing.
The new sushi place in Augusta is called Takosushi. It is sushi and Mexican food. The sushi chef used to be at Twist in Atlanta, which is one of my favorite restaurants of all times. His name is Sammy and we are big friends. I took a shot of sake with a quail egg in it on Saturday night with Jennifer. I’ve decided to be open to new experiences these days. But eggs aren’t really my thing, so I don’t think that is an experience I am going to do again.
It is so weird to be finished. I start work on Monday. I hope I can be useful. Love y’all.
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You know those people that everyone else says are terrible and that you shouldn’t trust and that they aren’t worth it?
Believe people when they tell you this stuff.
Because it almost always turns out to be true.
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I love the Kentucky Derby. It makes me happy. I heard this conversation in the bar last night:
Girl 1 – Are you going to study tomorrow?
Girl 2 – God no! I have to watch the derby and drink.
Girl 1 – Oh yeah! My mom called me to make sure I didn’t forget to watch it. Isn’t that ridiculous?
Girl 2 – Hah! That is hilarious! Yes, we must drink tomorrow.
(the girls left the bathroom – and Cristina and I started laughing)
Cristina – I’m sure their geography exam is going to be terrible. It makes me sick to hear them talking about having to study. I’ll tell them about studying.
Me – When they were talking about their mom being ridiculous, I felt like saying – My parents named me after the announcer of the Kentucky Derby – isn’t THAT ridiculous?
Cristina – you should have, I would have started crying laughing.
I have had a bad day. I deserve a julep cup to make myself feel better about it.
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Sorry about the EDD from yesterday. I’m feeling much better today. I’m finished with my finals, and although I have a paper I still have to right, I feel very much finished. It is weird.
I don’t have a lot of other thoughts. I’m sleepy. I think I am going to take a nap.
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Exams make me feel bad about myself in a way that very few things make me feel bad about myself. Obviously I have some Excessive Drama Disorder associated with these feelings, but all kidding aside, I completely lack self esteem when it comes to law school exams.
This is because I could study until my fingers and eyes were bleeding for one class – and do terrible, while in the same breath I could play around all semester and not try – and make a decent grade. There have been a precious few instances where my grade has reflected my effort, one way or the other – and this intensely frustrates me. In addition to the fact that although I have received grades that I probably didn’t deserve sometimes – it is much more often the case that grades make me feel bad. I’m not concerned with my grades, that isn’t the point, the point is that taking the exams make me feel bad about myself and my grades don’t help.
Regardless of what grade I get, taking the actual exam makes me feel stupid.
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A while back Pete took some time to examine how Girls are Crazy and Boys are Stupid. But this bride is a special kind of Crazy, and this groom is a special kind of Stupid.
WANTS TO MARRY HER:
1. She’s not really like that, he says. “She’s a victim here as well.”
2. She makes him “happy,” he said. She just “needs some help.”
3. He wants her to be his babies’ mama: “Her mom always says she was put on this Earth to be a mother.”
4. She didn’t just leave for kicks, he said, even though she “did end up in Las Vegas.”
5. They’ve not done it yet: “In God’s eye, our relationship is still very pure.” ******
SHOULDN’T MARRY HER:
1. She skipped out on you before the wedding, setting off nationwide
search.
2. She skipped out on you before the wedding, setting off nationwide
search.
3. She skipped out on you before the wedding, setting off nationwide
search.
4. She skipped out on you before the wedding, setting off nationwide
search.
5. She skipped out on you before the wedding, setting off nationwide
search.
***as an added footnote – they live together. I find this confusing. Does anyone else find this confusing in light of #5?
I think all of this is surprisingly funny. I know that this is obviously a cry for help, and I do truly hope that Jennifer is able to work everything out and I really admire her fiance for sticking with her.
But, she had 14 bridesmaids. And invited 600 people to the wedding. And really made a lot of people mad. If I was a bridesmaid I would be mad. Being in a wedding cost a lot of time and effort and money. Plus, this is the second engagement she has broken off. I mean, I guess there must be something about this girl that causes men to propose, but whoa, lets try to limit the number of lives we ruin while searching for the person of our dreams. The New York Daily Times article also says that he gave her her diamond back. Why didn’t she have it with her? Don’t you think leaving the diamond behind should have been a good indication that she had intentions of leaving? And what about the fact that she bought the bus ticket a week in advance? It wasn’t like she was running and she just keep running cause she couldn’t stop like Forest Gump. This was planned. And it cost a lot of money. I don’t think this should be rewarded.
I love the billboard. I love it, it cracks me up (but note that it says she is 5’8 and 123 pounds. I’m 5’8, and if I was 123 pounds, I would be in the hospital – I look sickly at 135. p.s. Jessie Faye notices this). The little bride running away that has been added is hilarious. Atlanta has some of the craziest billboards – previously my favorite one was on I-85 coming north from the airport that is bright yellow and says – Welcome to Atlanta – Home of So So Def Recording. But I think I might have a new favorite billboard. And the one on 316 with the huge picture of Ronald Reagan – and says – Farewell Mr. President – the World owes you a great debt – or whatever it says – is really weird. Anything with a picture of someone’s face on it is great.
(things that some other people had to say about this that I thought were funny):
Runaway Blogger – I was kidnapped, I tells ya, and the kidnappers were Hispanic. Or at least I think they were. At least one of them was definitely ethnic. It was dark in the van, so I really couldn’t tell. Pray for me.
Bride of the Prankees – My guess is that the kind of person who is loopy enough to get to that point isn’t thinking clearly enough to worry about having to pay for some search dogs.
By the comparison, the Princess Diana she only had five maids of the bride. The Jackie O. when she was the Jackie B. and married the JFK, she had only ten of the maids of the bride.
Manolo says, although the Manolo he is usually in favor of the opulence and the luxury, it is nonetheless the rule of the Manolo that if the girl she feels the need to have more than ten maids of the bride–more than the Jackie O. (nee B.) needed to marry the JFK–she should not be getting married.
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I have carpal tunnel. And my elbow hurts. And I have a headache. And my body is sore from running too long on monday. I’m getting a crick in my neck.
Did I ever mention I was a hypochondriac?
I’m going to fail out of school.
(but I did get to eat breakfast this morning at five star with Lawdawg and The Davis. It was so yummy).
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the thin line between optimism and delusion... 