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To Say You Were Born Gay

Weird. I was trying to research something I thought about earlier while participating in a communications study, and somehow ended up reading this article about being gay. I’ll be honest, I didn’t read the whole thing. If you had been in class all day, doing research, AND participating in a study, you probably wouldn’t be up for much reading either. The article did spark something in mind that I hadn’t thought about for a while.

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Married During College

This is bizarre. Only recently have I begun to feel like I’m getting the hang of things around here. Right when I’m about to leave UCLA.

It was more beautiful in person!

There are many things that I wish I could change, but I’m finally realizing that I cannot control everything. In fact, the only thing I can barely try to control is myself. And I even have trouble doing that sometimes.

On the other hand, some things seem to be sailing smoothly. My classes are depressing. They are mostly about poverty and injustice in the world. Yet for some reason, I seem to be very good at them. Mind you, this is just my opinion since I haven’t gotten any midterm grades back, but I really like what I’ve been writing about. For the first time ever, I’ve felt comfortable enough to share my papers with others- this used to terrify me.

Work sucks, but that’s what happens when you work in customer service. Regardless of how awful most people are, there are still the very few who brighten my days with their goodness and¬†wittiness. Like the older couple today in which the sir was making fun of the fact that he does everything his wife “orders” him to do. I smiled and told him that that’s how it’s supposed to be done. We all had a good laugh with that one.

My internship is the same as usual: It’s difficult to get myself there, but when I do, it’s not so bad. However, I am in the middle of a text-argument with a peer intern (I was not the initiator) and I anticipate this will be a problem in the future, since we usually work together. In short, I’m being blamed because I looked out after my own interest AFTER I had offered a solution to benefit both. Hard not to do when the answer to the original offer was: “Well, that’s really your personal situation, not mine.” Ha, if it had been just my situation then why are you yelling at me through text messages now? Life is a joy. I buy Whoppers for moments like this one.

Just kidding, I bought them because a coworker dragged me to CVS during our break to get candy. I didn’t complain.

My relationship with my wife is great as always. Well, not as always (we are human, you know?), but it’s been particularly good lately. I will not lie, the law school application process was a big problem for us at times, but ever since that got sorted out, things have gotten a lot better. Also, as I blogged before, I have a duty to force myself to calm down. For my health and all.

In any case, last night after studying for a while, we went to the Westwood Village and ended up at 800 Degrees Pizza for dinner. It was legit. All of this goodness I’ve been going through is made a thousand times easier because I get to share it with the love of my life. I really don’t understand why most people don’t get married during college. I highly recommend it ūüėČ

Best pizza I’ve ever had!

-Mrs. This One


I Didn’t Win the Lottery

I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t believe it could happen when I held that ticket in my hand. Why not? It happens to some people, why couldn’t it be us? The reality is that we’re trapped by human nature. Most of us wish for things we don’t have. Why? Because we don’t have them. Think about it. Look around you and find something you really wanted to buy. How long did you stop caring about it after you bought it?

What would I have done with all that money? Pay my debt (insert three years of law school tuition here) and those of our families. I would have put money away for the college tuition of my kids, my little sister, and my wife’s little cousin. I would have given some away to people who needed it. Then I would have invested the rest. Oh wait, I would have taken my grandmother on a cruise. See, my grandmother grew up in poverty and never had much. Sometimes I’m bothered by the fact that my fridge has more food than she ever saw growing up. I’d like to give her a trip. A nice vacation. Though she’d probably be content with just having me around. Grandmothers…

The dream has ended though, and I’m back to real life. I think the Mrs. mentioned someone in Maryland scored. Good for them. They probably needed it more since they live in that state. Just kidding. Kind of.

-Mrs. This One


Fear

I thought that after I got accepted to law school I’d be overwhelmed with excitement. And I was, until reality hit hard.¬†

Although I was able to overcome my weak LSAT in this admissions cycle, I cannot say the same about this cycle’s financial aid. I was hoping that my GPA and other non-LSAT factors alone would grant me some sort of aid, but scholarship offers have been lacking so far. It makes it slightly scarier that I have seen people with lower numbers (both LSAT and GPA) get something, when I’m still stuck at nada.

As a married student, I have much more to consider than a single student when making a final decision. Every loan I take will belong to a joint debt. And I can’t take this lightly.

I’ve been admitted, but this is only half the journey. Being able to afford it will be the next step.

-Mrs. This One


Friday Night

The Mrs. is out on her History Dinners (along with some graduate students), and I have been watching the 5th season of Friday Night Lights for the past few hours. I’m supposed to be doing homework, but it’s hard to do homework when you’re upset (long story). I am almost on the last episode, so I won’t be procrastinating for too long.

Today I got accepted to Local Law School. Not my favorite one, but I’m sure it’s a fine school. I’m going to plan a visit soon. I should have done so before, but time is hard to find these days. I think I could even sit in a class and everything.

It’s weird, I remember thinking that I was so far away from a day like today- yet, here I am. Growing up went by so quickly, though I know I have more growing up to do. But really, how crazy is it? To be graduating from college soon. Me. The kid who was working full time after high school because college wasn’t going to be an option. The kid who waited tables, specifically to Duke students, thinking that one day, I could be changing the world instead. The kid who sold hot dogs to attorneys in downtown, rushing to another trial.

Getting here wasn’t easy, and I certainly didn’t do it alone. And even if tonight, on a Friday night, I find myself without company, there’s no question that I’ve been blessed to be where I am today.

-Mrs. This One

Happy birthday, best friend! I am so lucky to have found you and to still have you in my life. You are still my wonderful present. I’m sorry for the distance, and the lack of time. But you have me, today, tomorrow and always. You can always count on me, as I’d always do anything for you. Friends like you are hard to come by. Thank you for sticking around.¬†

 


A Bit Surreal

Does your life ever seem surreal? Like, you stop doing whatever you’re doing for just a moment just to ask yourself: “How did I get here?” This question never comes in a negative tone for me, but it happens more often than I’d like to. It actually happened just two minutes ago as I left the room where my wife and her cousin are playing Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 3.

I don’t know know why this happens to me. I’ve come to think that it may have something to do with the fact that I’m so far away from the world I grew up in, that sometimes I feel like everything around me is just a dream. A good one, no doubt- but different nonetheless. Could it be possible that I actually miss my roots? And even if I did, what’s the point? There is nothing left of my childhood’s environment. It’s just me, my gal, and whatever is forward.

Okay- I need to go back before they notice I’ve been gone for too long.

-Mrs. This One


Having a Guy Sleepover

Will I be able to publish this post before my battery bails on me? Only time will tell. . .

I hear I’m not the only one who felt like Christmas was really nothing this year. What the hell is happening to us? Even in joyous times, we’re not enjoying ourselves. What does that say about us? The kind of people we are? The world we are leaving to our children? Our grandchildren?

We are having our little cousin over for what he termed a “guy sleepover:” cereal + videogames + electric guitars. And I thought guys only watched porn during sleepovers- or maybe that was just horny guys. Anyhow, I, of all people, should not stereotype.

Oops! It seems it’s my turn at the controller- Catch y’all later!

-Mrs. This One


Oh, Life is Bi(tt)er…

As promised (to myself, I suppose), I’ve started submitting my law school applications. I feel so tense that I think it would be way too easy for me to snap- of course I only know that because it has already happened.

If there’s something I’ve been told about school applications, whether for undergrad or other programs, is that typos are grounds for dismissal. Therefore, typos have become my archenemies. That’s why I asked my wife nicely to double-check my essays before I submitted them. Easy enough, right?

Well, the thing is that for law schools, you can’t really use one essay. Each school will ask you for some things that will not fit with another school’s requirements. By now, I think I’ve written about 6 essays for three schools. Anyway, I first submitted my USC application, and then UCLA’s followed.

When I was about to submit my Loyola’s application, I noticed a typo in a sentence after my wife had already gone through it. This one sentence I have used for the other two schools as well. Panic sunk in. I frantically looked for my other two saved applications hoping I was wrong. Nope, no chance. I submitted a typo to both of those applications. And mind you, it wasn’t just A typo. It was a typo at the very end of an essay. So this will be the last thing in their minds when they look at my application. Could you really blame me for snapping?

Well, now I feel like an a** because my SIL is right: this is my responsibility and I cannot put this on my girl. Though I could go on about how my SIL really needs to stay out of my relationship with MY wife, I’ll leave that for later and rather give her the credit she deserves. Besides, if someone had asked me to look over 6 essays in about four hours, I too would have missed a thing or two.

I wish this process were less demanding than it actually is. Or at least that after I submit an application, I’d get the little corny video of Rocky going up the stairs like WordPress used to do when I published something.¬†Is that too much to ask for?

-Mrs. This One


It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas

I hope you knew that when I said “tonight” in my last post, I really meant some time today. So here is a picture of what the tree looks like now:

Isn't it beautiful?

And a bonus of my favorite ornament:

-Mrs. This One


The Packers are being Packed

This game doesn’t look so good for the Packers. They were down by six at the end of the first half. The Chiefs aren’t quite converting their plays into touchdowns, but they’re managing. Orton is playing injured, but playing good nonetheless. I hope that if the Packers do end up losing, it won’t ruin my FIL’s mood. He’s been in the nicest spirit since I’ve met him. Even made us breakfast this morning!

As I watch the game, I flip through the pages of “Night Watch.” I’ve owned this book for more years than I can remember. For some reason though, I was only able to read some fifty pages before I put it away for a long time. I picked it up once more recently, and can’t quite understand what happened before. It is a very intriguing story- I like the characters and I sure love the fact that it’s happening in England, right after the end of WWII. Maybe school got in the way before? We might never know.

Anyhow, I’m feeling super weird today. Until recently, I had been thinking that today was Monday. Never mind the football game, or that my FIL was at home watching it (he works office hours), I didn’t connect the dots. I even kept checking my grades frantically since Monday is the deadline for the professors to boost or ruin my GPA (not that they ever stick to deadlines). I also keep feeling like there’s something I’m supposed to do but nothing comes to mind. Perhaps I was kept on my toes for so long this past quarter, that I haven’t quite adjusted to the routine of having nothing to do or nowhere to be. Funny how that works- I looked forward to this moment so much after going through a week of school without being able to take any Vicodin (I was in pain 24/7). I hoped so much that I could not worry for a moment about being sick or having a paper to write for just a couple of days. And now that I’m here where I wanted to be, I keep feeling like I’m forgetting to do something. It’s almost as annoying as getting to a place and wondering the whole time if you remembered to lock your car door, but not being able to go back and check.

I think I hear the game starting again…

-Mrs. This One


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