Two words…

I PASSED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am moving to Major City!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

On second thought…

So a few months ago I wrote this post  http://breezyallatsea.wordpress.com/2008/01/29/come-again. And now, I take back my words. Because I saw those boys on tv this morning, and they made my day. Today could be a very bad or a very good day. But seeing them, hearing all those old songs I once knew by heart, and remembering my first celeb crush (Jordan Knight), made today bearable. I feel somehow connected to my 10 year old self and that feels good. I know that may sound kooky to some. I felt happy listening to their songs and just seeing their faces. I even bought their new song titled “Summertime.” And while I’ll admit the whole thing is a tad cheesy, today they made smile. And that feels good. So go on NKOTB, show those other weak boy bands what a real boy band is. And when tickets for their tour go on sale June 2, you’ll find me in line to buy them.

Annoyed

So bar results are out soon. I know this. I think about it, oh, about 100x an hour. So I don’t need reminders. But some of my law school friends have been texting me asking me when they come out. Then when I respond, soon, they write back that they know because they looked it up online. Why? Why is it any of their business? I don’t need to know that they know the date and time. I certainly don’t need a bunch of texts or calls after results are out asking what happened. GRRRRR. People need to mind their own business!! If you’re going to look it up, don’t tell me!

Facts of life

Yesterday was an interesting day. I went to the mall and shopped. I got a very cute outfit for Saturday (let’s just hope he actually calls) and it was just nice leisurely shopping. I also spoke to an old friend who lives in Florida whom I haven’t spoken to in ages. We grew up together, our moms were best friends, etc.  We have a lot of shared memories.  Later, I met two high school friends for dinner. I was a bit wary as one of them can be quite mean when she wants to be. But she is pregnant now, and I think that has simmered her down a tad. It was a good dinner for the most part.

However, there was a common theme running through all of these conversations yesterday. Babies and marriage. My Floridian friend has three kids. When we were younger, we both swore we’d never have kids. She is now the poster child and spokesperson for being pregnant and having babies. She exclaimed how amazing it was, life-changing, etc. And I’m sure it is. But I don’t really have that desire. Anyways, dinner turned to the same topics. My friend B is getting married so we talked about the wedding plans. That part was fun. My pregnant friend T is married already so she had a lot to say on that topic. Then they both began talking about mortgages, food blenders, housewares, etc.  I just felt out of place.  Of course I am interested in what they are saying, but only for so long.  2.5  hours of talk about these topics a lot when you have no idea what a second mortgage is (I now know just in case I decide to buy a house, which is not bloody likely anytime soon) or really care about the Magic Bullet blender. Then the discussion switched to being pregnant and babies. Again, a topic I can discuss for a while without my mind wandering. But after hearing all sorts of weird stories, B’s stories from when her mom was pregnant, and T’s ideas of dressing her baby up because “babies are like dolls”, I was ready to leave.  I could not wait to get home and find out who’d been crowned America’s Next Top Model (Whitney, yay!). I dunno, I just am such a different place in my life that it was just a revelation how far we’ve all come in 10 years. They were polite when I discussed my job hunting woes and Jenner problems, but you could tell they didn’t really care or could relate anymore. That’s part of growing up I guess–you drift away from people who once had almost the same life as you.

And then I had the worst night of sleep in a long time. Bar results are out extremely soon and my mind refuses to rest. It’s great.

1:25 pm

He called today at 1:25 p.m. He was on his lunch break. We discussed his job, my lack of a job, and bar results. Then he said we should go out Saturday and that’d he call me later this week to finalize the deets. Yay!!! I am so happy. He was so nice. I heart him…once again

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File this

So yesterday one of the temp agencies gave me grief for calling them a few times a week.  They said I wasn’t bugging them when I called so many times. Excuse me? Isn’t it your job to find me a job?? I was so pissed I almost called back and told them to take me off their so-called available list. But then I realized I really need the money so I bit my tongue. I just don’t get how they have NO jobs at all. Seriously.

Then the other temp agency (there’s only 2 that actually find work for attorneys in Rainy City) called and has a filing position open. That’s it, only filing. Now, I know I’m being snotty here, but I’m an attorney. When I was a senior in college, 7 years ago, I had a job as a file clerk at a law firm. That was fine, but I don’t want to revert back to that sort of position. Especially at a preeminent law firm, as an attorney, for a measly $14 an hour. And it’s downtown so I’d have to drive and park which combined daily would be about what I’d make daily in wages. I need the job and the money I know. But my pride doesn’t want me to take it.

OH and I find out about my bar results very soon, so there is a possibility* I’d be an attorney barred in two states doing filing. Yup, that would suck.

* don’t want to jinx myself here

I’m just making this up as I go along

So he called around 9:15 tonight. I didn’t answer and he didn’t leave a message. I want him to think I’m out on the town raising hell. The truth is I’m watching the Indiana Jones trilogy. Indy would never leave a lady waiting. Unless it was Marion that is. Anyways, I realize I’m playing a game here, but it’s matchpoint now Jenner. I may call him tomorrow, or wait until Monday since it’s Mother Day tomorrow. Game is on…

The Weakness

One of my favorite songs is “The Weakness in Me” by Joan Armatrading. It was on the soundtrack of “10 Things I hate about You” in case you’ve never heard of it. Anyways, although the lyrics are a bit off from my situation, the title is right on. Because I am weak. Especially when it comes to losing or waiting. I hate both. Obviously there are situations where both are necessary and I understand that. Most of the time I’m pretty good-natured and let things go. However, not in the situation with Jenner. I am weak. I don’t understand what happened. And since I hate losing, I texted him. And he hasn’t written back. I feel like a fool. Yet, for my peace of mind, I had to text him one more time. So that’s the latest update with him. I’m putting him behind me now. Bar results are out soon and I need to focus on that. So for now, I’m going to listen to  that song and have a pity party…

Forget J, I’m going shopping!

Well kids, no phone call or texts from Jenner were received last night. So, yeah. Kinda bummed. I guess he’s not that into me. Either that or he’ll call today. Not really holding out hope that will happen. So I did what most girls do in a time like this. Went shopping. And bought 2 pairs of shoes. But, one pair was 70% off! You can’t ignore a deal like that. And the other was 50%, so of course I had to buy those too. The first pair is work shoes. And the other is a pair of riding/motorcycle boots I’ve been craving for a long time. Like how I justify my purchases?

But it’s Friday. And it’s 65 degrees outside. So all in all, I can’t really complain. But I still might. Because I can.

In the words of my friend A, I’m not going to stress over the tool who is a White Sox fan because anyone who likes the White Sox is a tool.  His words, not mine!