Is It Wrong?

On Facebook in the People You May Know section, I noticed a woman I knew back in high school. In high school, this woman was always nice to me, but she was thin, pretty, and fairly popular. And did I mention she was thin in high school? So on facebook, her photo, which looked somewhat professional, made me laugh with evil glee. She has gotten fat. Now I'm a bit on the curvy side and could stand to lose a few, but I mean she's just fat. Even though there could be a million explanations (pregnancy, thyroid issues, etc.), I don't care. Somehow just knowing makes everything right with the world.

Not really a slacker

Okay, so it appears that I haven't written a post in over a year. This isn't entirely true. Certainly, I haven't written a post here in over a year. But I have written many a posts on my other blog "The {New} Life & Times", which I maintain through iWeb on my MacBook. That blog has been all about my law school experience.

The other reason is I've just had a horrible case of writer's block. I've written some poetry, but the longer stuff just hasn't been cooperative. But I think the writer's block is over, and I will once again start posting some "Not Drinking Coffee" posts, as I should have a lot of them stored up by now.

Stay tuned...

Surfin' Safari

It's now been two whole months since I gladly viewed Texas in my rear view mirror (hey, isn't that a song?). And this summer has gone by in a flash as I count down in single-digit days moving day to Pennsylvania. At times, it almost seems that I just dreamed the whole living in Texas thing. Then again, sometimes it seems that I musta been crazy to quit my job, uproot, and move back across country to go $100K+ in debt for a dream. And at other times, it doesn't seem like I should even be 31, but maybe 25, 26. Hmmm...

My other thoughts include:

• wondering if which emotion, anxiety or excitement, is winning;
• calculating expenses, and going mad by the thoughts of a terribly tight budget;
• determining if one can actually do nothing and make a living;
• wishing my powerball numbers would magically win an excessively large jackpot;
• and, reflecting on what life will be like without my cats for 12 months, then getting depressed about the thought.

So, with all this mumbo jumbo swirling around the ole gray matter, I stay amazed that I get any sleep at all.