Living Single

I am single. I am angry. And it hurts to admit that I am angry, but I am. I found out what was wrong with the guy. He was sick with an inner ear infection and in Indiana. Fine. Feel free to be sick, and when you're sick, feel free to be too selfish to call and say you left the state. I can forgive all of this, when you finally get around to calling me and telling me that you are sick. Fine.

Do NOT expect me to be fine, when you tell me you're back in Madison, but you're leaving for Indiana tomorrow. In fact, less than twenty-four hours from when you called me. And don't expect me to be fine when you tell me the only reason you came back to Madison was to check your mail. And you'll be leaving as soon as you wake up. Do NOT expect me to be fine when I discover that I am not even as important as your mail.

I'm not pissed that it's over. I mean, that sucks, because I really liked him. I mean, I really liked him. And no, it does not make me feel better to know there are more fish in the sea. I don't care about the fish in the sea...up until now I liked this one. Yes I realize I deserve better. Also not the point. I am pissed because I wasn't worth the effort of an actual discussion. He didn't care to tell me that he really didn't want to be around me anymore/found me infuriating/found me ugly/whatever. No, he just left.

It's not that I was blown off. Lord knows it's happened before. And, let's be honest, we all know I did it that way too. (See post about (C)Edric below). But in every case I've been involved in, the blowing off occurred between two people who were mutually disenchanted with the relationship. It didn't occur between me and a boyfriend. And it certainly didn't happen less than a week after exchanging schmoopy text messages.

FINE. I admit it. I am pissed and hurt and I hate it. I especially hate admitting defeat. I have one last chance to give him a piece of my mind. I want my necklace back. I am going to send him an email when he gets back to Madison, and I am in Milwaukee and tell him to return it. Whether I will have to pick it up or if he will drop it in my hangfile isn't the point. I just want it back. I will not, however, give him that piece of my mind. Nothing I can say will change the situation, and he won't get the picture. In the end, I probably won't feel better because I'll be angry that I admitted that I was hurt and annoyed.

So that's the update....Hate to be so un-fun, but in real life, every once in a while, I have to admit that everything isn't rosy.

Update

I have no update, because I'm currently involved in not doing anything at all. I am not seeing the guy because I haven't spoken to him since Thursday. He did send me a text message on Saturday saying he was sick and would call when he felt better. I'm still waiting for the call. So either (a.) he's really really sick (b.) he's dead (c.) i've been unceremoniously blown off. Feel free to vote on which you feel is most likely.

Also, I don't start work until June 6. Therefore, I am here lounging and generally not participating in activities. I did, however, FINALLY drag my arse back to the gym. I would like to point out that of all the weight I lost with W.W., I only gained 4 lbs back (yay, kinda); but I lost 7% body fat (woo hoo!). So now I'm determined to lose approximately 5% body fat and hopefully gain that 6 pack I've been wishing for since high school.

Such is the update....and the reason for lack of future blogging. (Unless, of course, something happens, in which case this blog should be disregarded).

Reflections

Well, I went to graduation yesterday. It was your general program; complete with student speakers and a faculty speaker. Each were rather spectacular. I found the professor to be particularly entertaining when he compared the legal profession to the "oldest profession". He said:

"Well, in both of them, you deal with unsavory people and in both cases it's always better to get the money up front".

That got me to thinking. Why isn't prostitution legal? I mean really, sex is quite enjoyable for many people and it would probably be quite the lucrative industry. And frankly, if someone has to pay for sex, shouldn't he be afforded the comfort of knowing that their partner is clean and disease free? I mean really! Hmm, perhaps this is my calling. I will lobby to Congress to get prostitution legalized......or not. I mean who wants to go down in history for that? Hester Prynn maybe, but not I.

Back to graduation. It got me to thinking, wouldn't it be nice to be finished? But on the same token, wouldn't it be scary to be getting shoved into the real world? Dean Kransberger reminded the graduates during the ceremony that loan deferment is over. Clock starts ticking on 23 May 2005. Poor kids. I suppose I can put up with one more year of playing on the wireless network in exchange for not having to pay off my massive loans. *sigh*.

What does this mean exactly?

You're Sudan!

Every time you get a headache, you reach for some aspirin, only to
realize that someone destroyed it. That's just how things are going for you right
now... it's hard to eat, hard to sleep, hard to not have a headache. You try to
relax, but people always jump on you about something that doesn't make sense. If
you were a goat, you'd be a Nubian.
Take the Country Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid

What country were you?

Good Morning

This morning, I was awakened by the FedEx lady. She knocked bearing gifts of a Mini Ipod. YAY! However, my excitement soon waned when I realized that upon waking up I would have to begin preparing to take a massive take-home exam. This is the very take-home that I am supposed to be doing right now. Fortunately, there is a word limit for each question. Unfortunately, that word limit does not include comments I add to my blog. Drat. Wish me luck....at this rate, I'll be in the library until the wee hours of the morning :(.

My mom says I should stop watching

So, I am watching Judge Mathis today (gimme a break, I don't have cable and Dr. Phil gets annoying), and this woman is telling a story. I don't understand, so I'm hoping someone out there can explain it to me:

"Well, I was driving from Arkansas to California. While I was passing through Iowa, my car broke down. So, being the type of person that tries to make the best out of a bad situation, I checked myself into a homeless shelter. I then began working at a nearby cafe as a waitress..."

She went on with the suit from there. Will someone please explain to me:
1. Why someone driving from Arkansas to Cali be passing through Iowa;
2. Why someone who's car broke down just decides to take up roots in the random state they were passing through.

These are things I don't understand.

On an unrelated note, I have finished my one excessively early exam, and I am now in the process of not studying for the rest of my exams. 1 down, 4 to go. *sigh*.

Question of the Day

I'm just wondering, is it possible to find a decent guy on ebay? If not, where are they all hiding?

You Have to Kiss a Lot of Frogs

Well, I have made 3 attempts at reading the book "You Have to Kiss a Lot of Frogs", and quite frankly, in spite of my valiant efforts, it is impossible. This is utterly disappointing because this should've been a page turner. But it wasn't.

The premise of the book is that an old maid, ahem, a woman who is 35 and hasn't found "the One" is thinking about her lack of engaged status. So she's looking back over her life, and remembering all of her past dates -- mostly bad ones. Well, take it from me, her dates are not all that bad. The chapters are filled with average dates and relationships that weren't worth writing about. So I've decided to open up a forum for people to tell stories of their worst dates. Hit the comment button and have at it. Who knows? Maybe a publisher will read this and I'll finally get that book written that I've been promising....

Here's my submission: "Cedric the Entertainer"

Last year, during my first semester, I was sitting in my apartment, when there was a knock at my door. Now, no one ever just pops over to my apartment, but I figured why not answer it. Maybe it was Ed McMahon with my millions.

Naturally, it wasn't Ed McMahon. It was someone selling coupons for Papa Murphy's door-to-door. What's funny, is that I had interviewed for that very same job in Milwaukee the previous summer. What's also funny is that I told the guy this, and that the reason I didn't take the job was because I was too good for it. I now realize that it's not the nicest thing in the world to say to someone who has the job you're too good for, but it just slipped out, I swear.

Anyway, the guy turned out to be fairly witty and entertaining. He was not stunningly gorgeous, but I wasn't immediately turned off by his looks either. Now I realize, none of these are good reasons to give him my phone number when he asked for it, but I figured, what are the odds he was going to call anyway? Furthermore, I didn't believe that he'd be back in Madison anytime soon either. Boy, was I wrong.

A couple weeks later, he did call, and he was in Madison. As I was lonely and trying to get over my most recent episode in the saga that was "M", I decided to grant him the privilege of going on a date with me. He didn't have a car here in Madison, so I had to pick him up. Now, this is normally a dealbreaker, but he and his co-workers had carpooled to Madison from Milwaukee, so I forgave him this indiscretion. I also forgave him for calling after 9pm to begin our date, because he'd told me that he wouldn't be able to get together until late, after work.

I drove all the way to the east side of Madison to pick him up at the hotel where he was staying. Here begins what should've been clear omens of things to come. As I'm driving, he's giving me directions. BAD directions. I pass the last light before the Beltline. As I'm driving, I see that I am dangerously close to being on my way to the Dells. He says, "Oh, see that light you just passed, you should've turned there". What spectacular timing. But, I'm trying to be understanding, since he isn't from Madison, so I just take the nearest exit and make a U-turn.

Upon picking him up, the first words out of his mouth are "hey, it's great to see you. (Pause) I need to ask you a favor." Is this really something you should say to someone you are trying to woo and impress? NO! His favor was to take him to McDonald's and pick up food for his team; aka co-workers he was supervising. Let me remind you that it is after 9pm, and normal people eat dinner at 6pm. Let me further mention to you that this was his responsibility long before he knew that I'd be picking him up after 9pm. Why wasn't this taken care of before I got there? Furthermore, why didn't he know what they wanted before asking me to cart him around? That's right, he had no idea what everyone wanted. So when we get to the drive-thru, he calls their cell phones to take orders. Oh! But they don't answer their cell phones. Nor is he smart enough to have the hotel number, so he can't call their rooms. I suggest he calls information, and his response is "But that's $1.25!!". Excuse me?! You won't call information because it's $1.25 but you expect me to drive you all the way back to the hotel so you can ask them what they want?!? And yet, out of the goodness of my heart (or because I like self-torture) I continue the date nonetheless and drive him back to the hotel.

Turns out, it doesn't matter anyway, because McDonald's is closed. BECAUSE IT'S AFTER 9pm ON A TUESDAY YOU MORON!! So, I drive him back to the hotel, (with gritted teeth), and he goes upstairs to ask everyone if they want pizza. While he's in there, I call my good friend Mike, and ask him for the emergency boyfriend call. When Mr. Wonderful gets back to the car, he calls the other team-leader, and asks him to pick up food for his team from Taco Bell. I'm not joking. He does this after I've already carted him to McDonald's and back. I'm on the verge of shooting him, but I remember that they tend not to let murderers into the Bar.

We decide to complete our date (if you can call it that) at Denny's. Because that's the only restaurant nearby that is still open. I order something light, french fries I think. So, Mike calls (thank heavens) and makes loud references to me getting home and he misses me, and yada yada yada. I don't think it was actually loud enough for Mr. Wonderful to hear, but he does hear me refer to being out with Cedric. When I get off the phone, he asks "Who's Cedric?". So I look at him blankly, and ask "Aren't you Cedric?". You'll never guess what the answer is. His answer is "No, my name is Edric". Ok, frankly, I've never heard of the name Edric (and I was only vaguely apologetic), but it doesn't really matter, as this guy has a snowball's chance in hell of getting a 2nd date.

I finally take him back to the hotel, and he asks for a hug. And no, he wasn't joking. He tells me the ladylike thing to do would be to walk him to the hotel door. I consider telling him that the ladylike thing to do is to continue to restrain myself from physical violence. Instead I tell him that I will be doing no such thing, and to please exit my car immediately. He insists on a hug, standing outside of the car. I oblige and then get in the car and peel off as quickly as possible, doors locked.

Would you believe he had the audacity to call me after that? Yes, yes he did. No, no I did not answer. He called maybe 3 months later, and left me a message asking if he could stop by, because he and his friends would be in Madison. I distinctly remember yelling at my phone that he may categorically NOT stop by, and why in the hell does he remember where I live?! I never got the chance to find out the answer to that question, because I only keep his number to remember which call not to answer. And thus ends the story of my worst date ever.

What's yours?!

Gossip

Did ya hear? KT is pregnant, by a guy they call Ogre.....wonder if it's a boy or girl!?!? :-P

Update

Well, I didn't make the moot court board. The downside is, that's just one more thing I'm not good enough for (as if I needed the list to be longer). The upside is, I don't have to be on moot court next year. The other upside is, I got to wear my suit again. Yay!

Trusts and Estates exam is in T minus 6 days. *sigh*. Drinking will commence at 11:01 a.m. on April 30. Approximately 60 seconds after the exam time is done.

My very first pair of Charles Davids. I'm so proud :)
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To Shuffle or to Control, Inner Shopping Desires of a Control Freak

I am sitting in Trusts & Estates class right now. Yes, right now, at this very moment, I am blogging while my professor drones on and on about how people should write wills. Please, I beg you, go write out a will today, a PROPER will, so that future law students will not have to live through this torture.

But anyway, I am currently debating the pros and cons of purchasing an Ipod Shuffle vs. an Ipod Mini. Several people have chimed in their opinions, feel free to leave your comments as well. Basically, I am trying to decide if I can truly be satisfied playing all the songs I enter into the shuffle in either random play or the order I put them in. Or, alternatively, should I pay twice as much for pretty colors and full control over what songs I listen to and when. Hmmm....dilemmas, dilemmas. On the up side, it's nice to have a tax refund to spend in this manner.

In other news, I am still dating someone, I still have a job, and I am still sick of school. Let the record show that my classes officially end on April 27. Want to know how nice my Trusts & Estates professor is? He's so nice that he scheduled his exam for April 30. That's 3 days. And incidentally, a week from Saturday. WHAT?! How exactly am I supposed to learn a semester's worth of material in a week....hmm, suddenly blogging during this class doesn't seem like such a good idea.

Oh, and this Saturday, I will be trying out for moot court....basically because I don't have enough work to do. Wish me luck!

The LEO Banquet

The LEO (Legal Educational Opportunities) banquet was last week. LEO is the umbrella group for all of the minority groups on campus. This year, BLSA (Black Law Students Association) hosted. I was a part of the banquet committee. Naturally, I was in charge of the menu. We decided to have Jerk chicken, sweet potatos, Ethiopian greens, Dirty rice, and sweet tea (yucky to the sweet tea). The program itself was super-hot. We had Justice Butler (the first black Justice on the WI Supreme Court EVER) as our speaker. There was "interpretative dance" by a Praise Dance team; and a keyboard player during cocktail hour. Let's just say, BLSA knows how to throw a party.

Before the banquet, that morning in fact, I tried on the outfit I'd been planning to wear for weeks. As I looked in the mirror, my first thought was "I CANNOT be serious". There's no way in the world I could actually wear the ensemble in public. And so, I high-tailed it to Marshall Fields to find a dress. Have you ever attempted to find a dress for a function the same day as the function? For the record, I do NOT recommend it. But that day, the Goddess of Shopping smiled on me, and so I was not only able to find a lover-ly dress, but it was found in the depths of the Clearance Rack. YAY!!!!

Anyway, after the banquet, the after-party was held at the very small Cafe Montmatre. An attorney I met over the summer (who shall remain nameless) was there with his girlfriend. I was quite surprised to find out he had a girlfriend, as I'd been plotting ways to ask him out all summer. I'd promptly developed a crush on him after I met him. He was so cute!

Anyway, I was there with my own personal cutie; and that was fun. He was being highly uncooperative and refused photographs. Further pictures will have to wait until I come up with a plan that is sly like the jungle cat.

Barrister's Ball

Last night was Barrister's Ball, AKA Law School Prom. It's a night for law students to get together (because we don't see each other enough) and drink beer and wine (because we don't drink enough) and eat yummy appetizers. Really, the only reason for anyone (and by anyone, I mean women) to get excited for the event is because it gives us an excuse to get all dressed up. (See pictures below).

Israel's beer closet -- and this doesn't even include the liquor! When I grow up, I'm going to be like Israel.
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Easter Sunday, what a pretty table I set!
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God is good, Life is good

Heck yeah life is good! As of Monday, I have a paying job WOO HOO!! I will be employed with the Federal Department of Transportation, in the Illinois office. Want to know why this job is badazz? Ok, I'll tell you:
1. They pay me to work for them.
2. They pay for my housing.
3. It's in Chi-town or a suburb of Chi-town with a mall.
(Insert dance of joy here).

Life is also good because I am officially dating someone. WOO HOO again! Just when I thought the last saga I lived through would also be my final saga, just when I was fraught with despair, along comes the sweetest guy in the world. As this is a public blog, I am withholding all other information. If you want to know more, you'll just have to ask me personally :). Suffice it to say that he is:
1. Literally, the sweetest guy I've ever dated.
2. Uber-cute (not that looks are everything, of course)
3. Definitely a major smart-arse (which is the ultimate redeeming quality).

So, life is good. Except for the part where I have two (2) papers due next Tuesday. But hopefully I'm making a mountain out of a molehill. Wish me luck friends!

Pacifying

In an effort to end queries about my lack of blogging, here is an update. As of right now, I doubt my life is truly thrilling enough for anyone to want to read about with any consistency. (My current saga with a new cutie-pie boy notwithstanding, but I can't blog that -- I'm trying to keep it a secret...shhh!). So, until further notice, I will not be updating my blog. I will, however, be leaving it up because I plan to use the stories in my soon-to-be fabulous scrapbook. Maybe I'll have something thrilling to talk about in a few weeks when I've finalized my job placement (crossing fingers here), but until then -- no promises!

Retro Pic. Gotta love that digi cam! (13 Jan 05).
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The Royal Gardens at the Grand Palace had some beautiful bonzai trees and sculpted bushes. (13 Jan 05)
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