between the bars.

False Prophet Remix

2008-12-17T00:45:00.006Z

I walked and walked through the city after work today. Just because I could and because it felt good [to have legs that move and lungs with such capacity; dexterity, ability and speed]. To wear a winter coat and be semi-bundled and feel the cold like I did in the years of my youth. I promise, this is the coldest you will ever be without anticipating snow. And it is wrong, but at least it's stopped raining. I didn't think it could rain so many days in a row--and hail! Yes, hail--against the fire escape outside my window in the middle of the night. Lovely, but better than when driving since the world would surely be ending and all would drive accordingly.

I have the smell of living human rot in my nose; a smell that is distinctly San Francisco and I have yet to encounter elsewhere. I remember in high school, when we spoke about spending the summer in the city and just living (as would be defined by a fif/sixteen year old). I wonder if our fingernails would be dirty like that and how long until we began to look defeated?

It's a smell that is burrowed in my brain and I don't think it will ever leave, just resurface now and again.

When I worked downtown, I thought this was where people came when they were through. When they were ready to call it a life and lay down on a sewer grate on the middle of the sidewalk, or search for a vein in the park. The 6, 7 and 71 will do that to you. Market is a street no one should have to endure for so many blocks at such unforgiving hours.

[For the record, vagabonds who reside elsewhere seem much more content.]

There are so many ways to say something (why I love words & letters & thoughts & paper & pens and/or mechanical pencils = the multitude of methods to express one thing):
Last night, the air slinking through the cracked window smelled like a west coast interpretation of dirty snow (not yellow snow, just dirty snow. Not slush, not muddy snow--nearly pristine with just a bit of dirt, maybe like that junior mountain on the side of the parking lot after the plows come through). Driving home last night, the air momentarily smelled like dirty snow. Yesterday while driving, last night while driving, driving home last night, driving home yesterday; while speeding expertly down the 101, while i wove in and out of traffic, shifted up, shifted down--left everyone behind like it was their grandmama driving the family minivan. The air, the breeze, a gust, molecules of oxygen, a rush of the third most abundant element in the universe.
Driving home yesterday, the air coming through the slightly opened window momentarily pushing through the cracked window smelled like dirty snow. A fleeting waft. Waft of joy, that is.

Roughly translated, it made me happy.

To conclude, who the fuck knew that Idaho looks like this?

Michigan vs. Wisconsin

2008-10-05T02:47:00.003+01:00

That was one of the most beautiful games that I had ever seen in the Big House. Only Michigan vs. Michigan State in 2004 was better than that. The only one.

I have this huge bruise on the outside of my knee that is still a little purple, but it's finally starting to fade.

My friends make my heart sing.

2008-05-21T05:27:00.002+01:00

Again, reasons to love California are abundant, especially with the recent decisions smacked down on the homophobes with a force that will ripple through every constitution in this country. Give it time. Loving v. Virginia didn't seem like it would reach so far, but it did. And so will this.

The wine is another. The scenery, the tannins.

The longer I'm here, the more I feel the avocados asking me to stay.

I spent a week in Michigan at the beginning of the month. There is something so fantastic about that state that it hurts my heart--even more since I'm not so sure that I ever see myself living there again. Everything about the way it is going just makes me think that it is a state run with its governing head stuck in the ground. In a way, I think that it compels me to return, but then I take a walk around the city and am suddenly standing on a hill with the most amazing views of any city I've ever lived in. Then I turn on the news and they speak of the impending Big One and I'm not so sure.

Twenty-five in a few short weeks.
LA this weekend, NYC the next. We will find ourselves happily sitting in the SATC premier and my heart will be close to explosion with joy. I cannot lie.

Lately, I've been driving to work listening to the speeches of Malcolm Little, or RFK. I think about going back to school a lot, but am not quite sure on the timing. I'm damn good at what I do, but I kind of make this face when I think that. It's good for now, I tell myself, good training for the time when I'll eventually take over the world (you know, politics and all that jazz--I schmooze better than the best of them).

2008-03-16T02:27:00.002Z

California is beautiful. You would be a fool to not recognize that clear and outright. But, facing the truth, it doesn't seem that my mind/heart/whatever sappy thing you want to say has never really left EST.

We'll see.

P.S.

2008-02-05T06:34:00.000Z

I am royally sick of hearing about the division of black and female voters.

I'm sorry, I know it's really nice for those crotchety commentators to break it down into something so rudimentary, but, let's be serious, is it really going to be a death match between my ovaries and the color of my skin?

I like how it has nothing to do with anything I think about the voting records and/or what is coming out of these people's mouths. I wish someone would just haul off and smack Tim Russert in the mouth the next time he says it. And, by someone, I do mean Ann Curry.

2008-02-03T20:31:00.000Z

Today has the makings of a great day. I know, I know. It's too early in 2008 to have a day already up for contention as The Greatest Day of the Year.

I mean, not only are the Patriots about to stomp the Giants (with a Michigan quarterback, no less), but Tom Petty is playing the half-time show! And not only has it stopped raining (for the moment, at least), but I am about to run to a supposedly fantabulous used bookstore while I'm waiting for the game to start.

Holler, Sunday, February 2nd! Or, third, I mean.

2008-02-01T04:36:00.000Z

Life in the corporate lane really is something different. Today feels like the Friday I've been waiting to arrive for the last month--except today is Thursday and that still leaves another day (but at least I get to wear jeans, right?). Two luncheons in one week may not seem like that much, but it is somehow. Maybe this cold really isn't gone yet, but I am past taking that cheap cough syrup that tastes like absinthe gone sour.

I have gorgeous flowers sitting on the kitchen table that is awful and we need to replace. I easily soaked myself trying to not break it while opening the front gate.

And I'm counting down the hours to the Super Bowl and a Michigan QB making dreams come true. I just hope to god he looks at that camera and says he's going to Disneyland once the deed is done.

Travel plans

2007-12-23T18:50:00.000Z

Dec. 24-27: San Diego
[Dec. 27: San Francisco (1L reception in the office at 5:30, land in SFO at 11:30)]
Dec. 28 - Jan. 6: Boston (arrive at the airport at 5:36 AM on Dec. 29)
[Jan. 7: San Francisco--back in the office]

Jan. 28: Day conference in SF
End of Feb.: New professionals conference in Rhode Island

Weekends to plan trips: Presidents' Day, Memorial Day--Fourth of July is too far away. Memorial Day seems best spent in Michigan and the Fourth and all its amazingness, not really sure yet. Not sure at all.

2007-12-23T18:26:00.000Z

I'm not sure why my love of pro football is only kicking in this year--probably because I was too blinded by the amazingness of college ball previously. I honest to god want to watch the draft this year so I know who I should be most excited about in the following year. I will faithfully watch and wait for Henne, Long and Hart to get a chance to play.

Ideally, the Raiders or 9ers would get better so that I can have a team that I love out here and not have to look all the way to Boston.

There's something so pure about a good game, or a dedicated team that's taken a turn around. Look at the Bills this year. And, of course, look that the Pats. I know everyone just wants to hate on them left and right, but it's just not possible. Listening to Belichick talk is just nice. He comments against the tough things that they are better discussed later and leaves it at that. He is everything that a coach is supposed to be, let's not lie.

So enough Patriots hating, peoples. Although, I'll admit, I think part of my love of them is coming from the simple fact that they are the Patriots--they have the little dudes on the helmets and I am in the midst of a huge American history and politics love session that's been going on for a few months now. Really though, we all know it's because they have a Michigan QB.

The simplicity and beauty of sports is waning and it breaks my heart. The naming of stadiums after corporate companies is disgusting and makes me not want to like them so much anymore--or the harassment of women at the Giants (the Jets) stadium. Or the players who murder dogs, or abuse significant others. But when you can watch a perfectly executed game, the underdog come up to win, a perfect season, then sometimes the world seems a little bit better. I know, I know--talk about all ridiculous statements, but you really can't deny the quiet ring of truth there.

One thing I do know is that I'm going to buy that damn NFL Network package next year. RIDICULOUS that I can't watch all the games! I don't want to watch these stupid no name bowls that are sponsored by companies I've never heard of. Give me back the Citrus Bowl, you dicks.

let the drummer kick

2007-12-14T07:28:00.000Z

So excited! Just bought my ticket to see SMA for christmas! Talk about the best christmas yet! San Diego! Never been there before!

You can tell I'm excited because my hands don't recognize any punctuation beyond exclamation points.

Each year, christmas gets better. I think I'm destined to spend the next one with Awesome reincarnated or something, the way this is going.

Fly there after work on the 24th, come back early morning of the 27th (land in SFO by noon). Go into work for our 1L reception (5:30 - 7:30), wine and dine those clueless first years, then go home and CRASH.

I'm debating going back to Michigan for new years since it's that big weekend off. Haven't really been there for a while--when I was there last, it was more of a stop through on my way out to California. Not too much of seeing people and being places. I keep saying I don't want to go back while the snow is there, but I miss the snow like I'd miss breathing--if I wasn't, you know? So basically, my snow talk is full of lies. Lies!

I want to walk through the law quad while it's snowing, want to stop through the arb, grab a pint at conor o'neils and/or abc, get my grub on with my gma and see the parentals. I want to go to freaking West Park, and get some donuts from the Washtenaw Dairy. I want to go stand on the B, then go stand on the M.

Will talk to the boss when she returns (from Italia! so jealous!) on Tuesday and then will talk to the parents to see if they'd like to gift themselves me for new years.

I'm not feeling California so much as of late. Keep thinking about the fabulous life of the east coast--their fantastic sports, the snow, the accents, people realizing others are standing around them.... I know I have to give the whole west coast thing a bit more of a chance. It will get better, this much I know.

I heart my apartment and my roommate is fantabulous. My boss is great, even though my job can be a bit boring as of late (although it will pick up again and be ten million kinds of awesome once the summer rolls around).

2007-11-06T15:00:00.000Z

I was alerted to the fact last night that I have been mispronouncing Oregun my whole life. A misspent youth, mispronouncing the game where I forged a river at a very young age and learned the lesson of loss when a few oxen couldn't quite make it, or that dysentery is something that can kill you.

I think the most fantastic thing about recruitment are the people that you come across, or the yummy dinners that you treat everyone (most importantly, yourself) to in fine, fine establishments that are sometimes even too hipster for the most hip of us. (I just thank god that last night was an actual real meal and not some toothpick-sized portions as you would see on a Bravo favorite of everyone, Top Chef.)

The worst thing, however, is that sometimes you don't always win and these people pick other places. I'm not a gambler, so I don't fancy that part as much as others.

Oft times, I like to think of myself as an "awesome magnet" so we'll see what happens with a few of these recruits. Ok, that was all tongue-in-cheek. Don't worry, guys, I do realize that people make the choices off the establishment and not the awesome, fantabulous recruiters--otherwise, our summer class would have been thrice filled.

Way to go, sis!

2007-10-28T20:53:00.001Z

Holler.

allez révolutionnaires! [Boston 2007; partial 507 reunion]

2007-10-19T08:24:00.001+01:00

can't sleep.... am too excited. have been too excited all day......

the only thing i can really compare this to is that feeling the day before the cd of your favorite band comes out--after five years of them not having a new cd, only b-sides or bootlegs.

There is this line from a Joyce Carol Oates book--something like, Maddy Monkey, my heart is so happy, it could explode! Something like that. And it's something close to that.

2007-09-11T11:36:00.000+01:00

It is still weird six years later. This is the most touching photograph I may have ever seen.

Source.

2007-09-08T18:50:00.000+01:00

My most favorite-ever blog is Racialicious. I wish I could pick it up in magazine form from the bookshop across the street from work. I read it, now, more than I do the NY Times and absolutely more closely.

So many times it verbalizes the things that I think, but often don't say. Things I don't say out of not wanting to make others feel bad, don't want to hurt their feelings or upset them. Who really wants to point out racism in someone else? It's such a loaded word, racism. It doesn't necessarily correlate to being racist (and, oh man, when people say that everyone is a little bit racist line, I swear it always makes me want to break something because no, not everyone is a little bit racist).

And I know it's important to point those things out to people because the last vestiges of racism are those unseen and unfelt by so many. They're the most dangerous because that is what really keeps things as they are, it's the infrastructure of systems of privilege and oppression in the modern form.

A new article was posted. Picking Up the Pieces by Wendi Muse. It articulates a lot of things that I won't say. Isn't it stupid, the things people won't say in fear of offending or upsetting people? (I feel like it's important to note that this has nothing to do with telling jokes, or sharing thoughts that are in fact racist as can be. Things told in low tones and after glancing around.)

It's an article that everyone should read. Or at least glance through. Especially those who get tired of being told how pretty their skin color is or that they look exotic.

As is Do You Understand Where You Are over at Group News Blog. A commentary on the Jena 6 (if you have not heard about this and are American, then you should feel even more disgusted with your news media than ever before) and the realistic state of racism in the United States.

2007-08-25T03:13:00.000+01:00

I just finished the most fantastic book--Assassination Vacation by Sarah Vowell. I cannot tell you how long I have looked at this book and it always looked really blah, but then I finally picked it up and read what it was about and was HOOKED! How can you not love about presidential assassinations of the 19th century? Pssh. Maybe if you're really BOGUS, you wouldn't like it.

The best thing about the book is that it's made me think of different ways to fund things that I'm interested and passionate about. I'm thinking of applying for a Fulbright and will have to do a lot more thinking it through, but it could be the path to a life of even more awesomeness, I'm not going to deny that.

My hair is getting long. I've permanently straightened it again. I'm not really sure what to do with it, so I'm thinking of coloring it and cutting it shorter. It's a weird life to be working and have money. The lack of AIESEC has left me... wondering.

I work for The Man, but He doesn't seem all that bad day-to-day. The philosophies are the same as with any organization. It's like the Google-ization of business and organizations. The good thing about the firm is that they're pretty hip on the younger generation. I feel like someone sits in a dinky, windowless office down in the LA office analyzing our obsession with clean, simple objects and with the utterly trite news from sites like PerezHilton and the Superficial.

A few weeks back, I read this analyzation of our generation (Gen Y, and whatever that un-hip other name they have for us) and it is so dead on. There was a further breakdown of what to expect when you have four generations in the same work place. It makes you wonder what the fuck is going on in the world when four generations are now working together in the same place. Are we working way too early, or way too late in our lives?

Either way, I don't think I'm ready to retire to a hut in the middle of Montana (did you know that the assassin of James Garfield went to the University of Michigan for just one year before dropping out? Of course, he's originally from Illinios. I won't say what you're all thinking [that he probably would have graduated if he'd gone to OSU--oops]). I am, however, ready to go back to school. To travel some more. To continue reading--and I've purchased a fair bit of books, not to mention the library stack on the floor next to my bed.

I am also all about going to all the places Ms. Vowell mentions in this book. That a lot of those places are in DC and NY don't really hurt.

2007-08-18T05:04:00.000+01:00

2007-08-08T06:27:00.001+01:00

If there is more road rage in California--more than in any other state in the nation--I would tots understand. One hundred percent.

One more time.

2007-08-01T05:12:00.000+01:00

I've always enjoyed recruitment. Once that first semester as a VP was over (read: having to speak in front of that huge audience at the first, and second, info session and bombing it terribly--but being, overall, energetic and cute enough to pull a fair share of applicants), I really started to enjoy it. Knowing what I was talking about, knowing that I had something solid that other people would benefit them greatly, and being more confident speaking to randomers overall, I really started to enjoy recruitment.

However, let it be said that professional recruitment (with a big, big budget and amazingly smart, dynamic and wonderful people behind you) is way better. This is a new form of recruitment. I feel like LeBron--jumping from the playground right into the arena with the big boys. We definitely never had crudité at an AIESEC recruitment event. And I've never had so many people try to rub elbows and schmooze like they did tonight.

Also, the wealth of knowledge to be learned by doing recruitment at a major law firm, the idea of knowing everything (the umbrellas of practice groups and the specifics of each, the specifics of each office--their strongest practice groups, the ratio of partner to associates, the average time to make partner--I am going to nerd-out on knowledge and drive everyone insane) is exhausting in the way that finishing a major race is. In other words, I'm happy with the right here, right now.

I will also say, please please please, friends, never ever be in that last group of a meet-and-greet, downing (free) wine and beer like you've never seen it before and gobbling down the last delicacies like you've been locked in a closet and starved like young Harry Potter. Just, please, don't do that--or else I may have to pretend to have never known you at all.

In addition, I admit that I wish this country was so much smaller. The East is so far away and that is one of the biggest bummers when the best people you know are located there. It's like everything from the edge of California to the far border of Kentucky & Tennessee are this vast waste land with little but tumbleweeds and sun-bleached skeletons to keep you company.

I won't even comment what this different continents thing does to my heart. I'll just tell you that it's not pretty.

2007-07-30T01:53:00.001+01:00

I have more pairs of shoes than I really know what to do with. Well, that's not really the truth. The truth of the matter is that I wear them and they look super cute. (Aine & Prue, you will be happy to know that those cute little red shoes don't hurt me anymore and I wear them alll the time and everyone loooovesssss them--especially me.)

I'm still not used to the weather out here (I say that like it's bad or something--honestly, it's beautiful most every day, but the foggy, grey days lately have me confused as to if I ever really left Dublin), but things are becoming familiar. I just remember how long it took me to not get lost in Dublin and I thought that was bad. Downtown SF still makes little to no sense, but I have the faith.

My newest, most wonderful discovery has been Bev Mo. Yes, you read that right. My new favourite thing is Bev Mo, which is basically a big discount alcohol warehouse. Anything and everything you would ever want. Such as:

The only other thing is that I've started studying for the GRE. The plan is to take the GRE, GMAT and LSAT within the next year. I see no reason why this isn't possible. The point, however, is to get the highest damn score that I can muster. My only obstacle to this, really, is math.

I'll be honest now, mathematics have had it out for me since I was 16 years old and stopped paying attention. Now it's finally taking its revenge. Truthfully, I should have tried harder before and I full recognize that. I can probably get pretty decent scores without working too hard on math, but I know that's what will be between me and getting a nice ride to a good school. Therefore, mathematics is about to become my BFF and make my score outstanding.

I feel like this job is helping me uncover an ambition that's been happily doing half its job. It's kind of nice. It was fine, up until now, to kind of just let the world take me where it would, but now it's time to really get serious about what can be and, even more, what I want to be.

I've also returned to the days of having straight hair. My birthday present from my uncle was to straighten my hair, which some people will remember, and some have only seen me do with the magic of a round brush, blow dryer and flat iron. Well, now it stays straight on its own, believe it or not, and will stay that way until it grows out.

All in all, I am in love with my hair. I was talking to my uncle and cousin about having straight hair vs. curly hair. It's interesting the way that people receive you differently with each--and how it confuses people even more about where you're from.

Oh, travel. I'm already thinking about what my next holiday will be. I'm thinking Thanksgiving will be a good excuse to go somewhere--maybe Puerto Rico? Anyone else feel the need for somewhere away and wonderful?

2007-07-24T06:05:00.000+01:00

I have lost my fear of artichokes. Well, not that I ever ran away in terror in the grocery store, but rather one of the perks of my job is that I was paid to learn how to cook a fantabulous meal the other night. So, really, when I say I lost my fear of artichokes, I mean I have my first artichoke spinach dip cooking in the oven at this very second. We're talking straight from scratch, that I prepped and cooked the artichokes, that I steamed the spinach, that I chopped the garlic.

We'll see how it all turns out in about fifteen minutes.

The job is on the up. There are some events coming up that are promising to make me eat too many desserts. I should eat a big meal before I go to them so I don't touch those saturated fat-saturated desserts, or be tempted to sip some wonderful red wine, since reds are starting to give me immediate headaches as of late.

Still, at this job, all I can think about is the future. What step is this, leading me where? And I have to stop myself from asking people about their path in life all the time. I know there's no harm in that, but there's something to say about scaring them into thinking I'm going to quit in six months.

I've purchased study things for the LSAT, GRE and have some previously for the GRE, LSAT and GMAT. Just to study. To stay sharp.

I was doing some math today and was surprised and what I did and didn't remember; what I never learned. I was such a horrible student.

I'm not sure when I started thinking more concretely about my life, like the progression of a dance learned step--by--step, but I have and I'm glad of it.

I have hardly any pages left of Love in the Time of Cholera and am not really sure how I feel about it. I finished Harry Potter on Saturday, unable to fall asleep without finishing it. Of course, I think the end was horrible. The last "chapter" ruined everything. Anyone who's read it knows exactly what I'm talking about.

2007-07-04T07:21:00.000+01:00

My sister just received a crooked faux-hawk in the bathroom. I feel all itchy just thinking about all the hair that was all over the place. I must say, I am not a fan of hair not attached to a head.

For the record, I had nothing to do with the lack of hair on her head at current. Nor did I have anything to do with that little bald speck on the back of her head--that was already there.
Otherwise, I plead the 5th.

Thank you, and goodnight.

Oh, we also went and watched fireworks on the harbor. Not bad. Not bad at all. Happy birthday, America!!

2007-06-30T20:48:00.000+01:00

Well, the first week is down. An innumerable amount to follow, I'm sure. Honestly, I'm just looking forward to pay day and not having to ask what to do and how exactly to do that--not in that specific order, of course.

I have learned that it pays to work for The Man (especially if you happen to be one of those select few of the golden law students, and, my god, if you do a clerkship! holy shit), but we are all pretty mistaken by what that means exactly. The firm that I'm working for is ridiculously progressive. Progressive in ways that are not yet common to other fields and definitely in ways that are nearly unheard of in the legal arena. This firm even has a diversity department that is actually active and doesn't sport only a handful of employees without much impact, or trying to encourage others to take charge. It actually facilitates attorneys and staff who are interested and proactive.

When I say that we're mistaken about what it means to work for The Man, I mean that we're mistaken in assuming it has to be one way or another. There are a few areas that I think are without hope such as those who make profit by placing value on helping and saving lives (and by this, I explicitly mean health care and pharmaceutical giants), particularly the big pharmaceutical company that was recently charged with human testing. It seems that The Man might be evolving. Maybe.

There was a programme about diversity within the firm put on for the summer associates yesterday that we sat in on. There was a question about efforts undertaken to not only promote working in large firms to minority students but also the legal field to younger students who do not pursue the field since there are many minorities who believe there is little to no chance of climbing the ranks for minorities in large firms. The point was made that there are specific beliefs that the media pushes and that things are actively being discussed and examined within the firm. One of the more impressive points was that they're also ensuring the engagement of junior associate males, since they are routinely excluded in these sort of discussions but that leads progress to a dead-end. A culture of inclusiveness.

I think things are promising for many areas in the US. I am also drunk on the possibilities of these sort of initiatives in industries I would have not normally sought. I was definitely not looking for a position in a law firm, but it seems to be a pretty good fit thus far.

I'm now scouting out the organizations I want to volunteer with. Boys & Girls Club of American and Big Brothers, Big Sisters are at the top of the list, but I specifically want to see if I can search something out about working with refugees in the Bay Area. There is something about integration issues that is near and dear to my heart as of late.

Oh, Al Gore. Please run. Please.

2007-06-27T07:51:00.001+01:00

je suis jalouse

2007-06-23T08:28:00.000+01:00

This is my newest favourite song. I listen and listen and listen to it. The video is superb. You can find it on youtube. The artist is Emily Loizeau.

1. The art of missing people is something that hits rather acutely. I am aching from missing people. This deep ache that's aggravated by the fear of starting my first salaried job on Monday. This weekend, I will go and purchase some work-appropriate things. NOT THAT I KNOW WHAT THAT IS.

2. I think tomorrow I will go to the library and get a card. HOLLA!

3. I am still dreaming of a car. I know that I want a mini so badly, but I think that would be a scary car to have in the midwest (because I can't think of anywhere else so truck & SUV happy), should it ever end up in that area. Today, in my brother's Honda Civic, I realised my head was just at the top of the lorry next to us.

4. I got my California license! It even has a pretty picture! Well, okay, I didn't get the license itself, that will arrive in 2 weeks' time, but I did get the o-KAY to drive on these mean streets. I was terrified while taking the test and had no idea of some of the answers. How the hell was I to know what you could be sentenced to for getting a DUI?! I just know YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO DO THAT SHIT. Luckily, my guess of up to 6 months was totally correct. I only got 3 questions wrong and one of those was a second-guess at the last second where I changed the answer. GO ME.

5. Kim & Rachel leave for Mauritania on Sunday. Shirley is in The Netherlands. Sarah & Amber are still in Argentina, only to return to the States come late-August. Sarah may not return since she's applying to different things internationally. I am trying to win her heart by telling her how amazing SF is and all the wonderful things that she can find. Plus, it will be a weekend rendezvous culture that is going to begin. I swear to this. Too many cheap airlines popping up to not take advantage. Just because I'm on west coast doesn't mean I don't have time to make it to the east. Dammit. I just hope that Becki & Stacey have a comfy couch.

6. I miss all things Dublin terribly. I am even more broken-hearted with the idea that I have now met all of these people whose lives won't intersect with mine and the chances of us ever living in the same place are very low. It is so hard to get used to seeing someone daily to never knowing if you'll be in one another's presence again.

7. Tomorrow, we'll barbecue in celebration! Score.

8. Levi called me yesterday about other positions they have. I had to let them know I was offered an amazing position and accepted. I then spoke to her about the position and we talked about how awesome it is to work with people and do recruitment.

9. Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken? Oh, Tina. Such good songs, unlike Don't Feel Like Dancin' that reminds me of Glitz! and Adrian Kennedy. Yay for Glitz, ugh for Adrian Kennedy.