Weekend = success.

The phone call from momma this morning asking me what state I was in is pretty indicative of the past few weeks.   NY, San Diego, Mexico, Maine... annnd we're back. I've danced, surfed, marg-ed, and skied my way from corner to corner of the country. I need a nap.

Observations:

1.) Touring my way, slowly but surely, through NYC by Sex and the City landmarks is the way to go.  Also, SATC affinity or not, go to tortilla flats the next time you're in NYC.  It's like Mexico crawled into the city and took root. 

2.) I have the best group of college girl friends.  And they are only improved by open bars with margs and dance floors.

3.) Surfing is HARD. I got clobbered by lots of waves, salt water logged, but the lil rush of catching a wave (and riding a surfboard like a boogie board) = such a high.  I wanna go again. Remind Boston to get over winter.

4.) I'm not good at foosball.  I do, however, love secret talents.  Like a friend of mine who is a sneaky foosball player and campfire builder.  I did get to pull out some sneaky poker skills on my ski trip, and felt all cool.  Which, is a fairly rare occurrence in the world of KK. 

4.5) As awesome as having friends that live in cool places to visit is... I'm a smidge reminiscent of the days when those friends lived ALL THE WAY ACROSS CAMPUS, and I thought that was a pain in the ass. (Like the way I snuck the downer thought in as a fraction? Me too.)

5.) Tylenol PM makes a red eye flight feel like the best night's sleep ever.  Nyquil, you've been dismissed.

6.) Research studies are awesome.  Although questionable why I was asked to video tape myself reading the news with a flip cam, I made a pretty penny last week doing something I do anyway... I'll take it.

7.) My 3rd annual work ski trip = baller. So lucky to have a nutty group of work friends that like wilin' out, Maine, skiing, and hanging. Love us... and after lots of talk this weekend, I'm fascinated about skiing out west.  I suppose I'll have to plan a trip not-to-a-beach in the winter (seriously, all I want is sunshine, all the time. how am I gonna fly from subzero temps to more of the same? just doesn't compute for me), but apparently it's life changing, and it's now on my radar. 

8.) I know nothing about the Oscars and awards shows in general.  I overheard people on the chairlift debating which actor/director would win what, and realized that I've seen two pictures that are nominated for awards this year. That, and I hadn't heard of any of the actors/actresses they mentioned.  I'm pretty apathetic to the Hollywood scene.  Pop culture illiterate, unless it involves bieber or j shore? I'm like 3 weeks behind on jersey shore (and kinda over it... did i say that out loud?) and can't even lie about plans to see never say never.  Not sure what this says about my interests, but.. bam.

9.) Celine's singing me to sleep.  Good night moon and Oscars. 

Dreadmill?

Tonight I ran 4.5 miles on a treadmill for the first time... in I have no idea how long.  My legs feel tight, my massive black and blue from my ice-tumble was out for all the gym to see, and right now? I feel pretty, pretty, pretty good.



In the interest of full disclosure, I'm pretty sure I am only excited about running because of my new sweet music set up...  and I completed this personal feat wearing a green shirt with a panda named pickles on it.  Again... point: grooveshark.

Motivate me.

So.  This kid has spent 2 full days in a starbucks, and is currently sitting in my cube at work (on a SUNDAY), sippin on some coffee, reading the news, (when I should be on my couch snugged up in a blankie), all in the name of writing a stupid paper that I just can't make myself start.

Then I found this: http://www.grist.org/article/food-study-links-western-diet-with-adhd-in-kids/

ADD/ADHD scare the bejesus out of me. *NOT because I'm actually scared of people that have it, but because I don't remember people having it when I was a kid, and it seems like this sneaky epidemic that just came out of the woodwork.  While I definitely didn't have it as a child, (Barb would invite friends over to play with me, I'd park them with my unopened Barbies, and go find a tree to read under), I think I grew it in college/work/lawyer college. Probably because it was about that time that Barb stopped cooking my dinners, and I developed the eating habits of Eric Cartman.  Maybe I can webmd myself for awhile to find out if I have ADD/ADHD, then wonder where another full day of "paper writing" went?

Or maybe Ke$ha knows best.  Maybe I  need some rehab. Or maybe just need some sleep.

Saturday Night in Law School

Be jealous.

New Music Problem Solved

Woohoo! Daily Candy sends me far too many emails, but sometimes they seem to read my mind. Today's "scoop" is a website, ilistentoeverything.com, that posts playlists and new fav songs. Needless to say, my grooveshark has a whole bunch of new songs to keep it going.

Sorry, Stevie Wonder. I appreciated all your help through finals, but I need some new go-to's.

(I reserve the right to just call to say I love you in May.)

Some thoughts

So, I'm parked in the South End Starbucks, doing anything to not write a paper, and so I thought I'd give a life update. Things you should know:

Grooveshark.com is amazing. You search songs, make playlists, it saves all your jams, and all they ask of you is to be sitting at a computer. UNTIL NOW! I need someone to handcuff me to a treadmill, a la the golden days of college where somehow I just liked to run and run and run, but to bribe myself to just suck it up and hit the gym, I need some new jams. I'm sick of my iPod, (a girl can only rock out to eve 6 for so long), and the day has come where I need my grooveshark to go to my phone so that I can make these magical playlists motivate me, and not eventually judge myself for having invested in lifetime ownership of pitbull's greatest hits. So! Today I go to grooveshark, and you can 1.) Pay $9/mo to get this mystical service OR 2.) Order a $20 t-shirt of a panda named pickles and get a WHOLE YEAR of grooveshark anywhere to boot... and they send $2 to the pandas. I guess they think if I own a creepy emo shirt, I'll be forced to wear it everywhere and be free advertising... but silly them. I'm too cool for any panda pickles shirt, but I am so proud of this deal that I have invested time in blogging about it. Game, set, match - Grooveshark. And I don't even care. Go to there:

http://store.grooveshark.com/products/43816-pickles-tee-year-gsa

Trader Joe's makes tomato-less salsa with corn and chilies that I've been eating by the bowlful. See also: why I need to find hobbies that involve burning calories rather than slowly wearing away the lining of my stomach with fire-foods.

Twitter is finally allowed on work computers, which means I may actually use it ever. See, followers? There was a reason you let me into your newsfeed, (or whatever twitter calls it). I'd also like to actually update this blog more often, however, I'm commitment-rexic, and I make no promises.

Anyone want to talk about the knock and announce statute and how my "client" clearly had his 4th amendment rights violated? Yep. Me neither. On that note, I just remembered why I went outside willingly in Boston in January on a Sunday, and I should do some real life "work". K bye.

Lawyer College Starts Now

Elle: This is what I have to become!!

Old Lady: What? Practically deformed?

Elle: NO! A law student!

I can't count the number of times I've seen Legally Blonde. More important, my dad probably beats me. Despite the 5th grade teacher who dubbed me "the little ankle biter" and told my parents to expect a lawyer in the family, despite the feeling of underachievement I've wrestled with prior to biting the bullet and applying to school, despite knowing that eventually, someday I'd be sitting in that first, terrifying day of classes.. I'm still shocked it happened today.

The reading list is massive, one professor said "you know that movie where 'there's no crying in baseball?' yeah, there's no passing my class", and some punk stole my sweet water bottle from under my desk between classes (really? we're that ghetto? you stole my water bottle and let the schmo sitting next to me keep his computer? dude.. i gets thirsty in three hours of class). BESIDES all that... I'm stoked. I am in nerdy, geeked out heaven. Please try to refrain from stuffing me into a locker for admitting this.

The thought of law school over the past few years has been an anxiety-inducing, stomach-wrenching, fear-filled nightmare. Current students told me not to go. Business-owners who hated practicing law tell me it was the worst mistake of their life. The debt is a pretty scary commitment. But c'mon. I have wanted to go to law school since I knew what a lawyer was. I have gone from fighting the injustice of eating all my peas in order to receive dessert, (still makes me shiver), to making reasoned arguments about the inequity of my little brother's curfew being more flexible than mine, (no, it's not 'different for girls'). I understand that those who've warned me have come from a good place, and I appreciate their forthcoming and honesty in trying to prevent me from making "the same mistake" as they have, but I am so glad that I have taken this step. A struggling job market, a lot of late nights, and some mean professors will inevitably make me miserable in the next few years, but it finally feels like I am acknowledging the nay-sayers without letting it prevent me from doing what I wanna do. And I'm gonna do a damn good job at this. Promise.

My last hurrah weekend was spent with two wonderful girls that I've met through work over the past two years, and we spent the days arguing politics, eating bagels and cheese, playing cranium, and being mutual geeks. As much as I am preemptively mourning my social life with the inception of law school, I'm so ready for a challenge, to go to bed at night feeling accomplished, in a way that work hasn't been able to provide for me. Being an over-achiever kid just gives you the feeling that without school, or a consistent challenge or goal to strive for that you're wasting time. And as a kid, I sort of expected that working hard and this consistent need to push myself would make for a dull existence. With the wonderful friends I've made in college and beyond, I've found confidantes, kindred hearts, and fellow nerds that enjoy the same dorky things I do. I just wish that I could go back and tell teen KK that somehow, someday being a nerd would actually be kind of fun.

Please enjoy this post of excessive optimism, as I'm sure in a few weeks I will be screaming a la Kevin in Home Alone after applying after shave.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!