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Name: redacted
Gender: Female
Interests: constellations.dashboard hula dancers.excessively long bubble baths.thought.reading. light and color.random adventures. learning. life. you.
Expertise: watching rain. copyright infringement.romanticism.rhetoric. secrecy and/or deception.dreaming/sleeping.wordplay.
Occupation: Research and development
Industry: Nonprofit
Message: message me
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Member Since:
9/20/2005
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| i'm getting a little tired of my roommates. she has the WORST taste of anyone i've ever met. and he's an arrogant prick. she's not a pretty girl by any stretch of the imagination, and he is rude and a know-it-all, without the knowledge to back it up. in short, they are meant for each other. it's just weird to live in their world. it's what it would feel like if you were the only sane person in an insane asylum. you start to think that you might be the crazy one, because you're the one that deviates from the norm. i wish leases weren't binding. what am i talking about? i know enough about contracts to find a way out of it. the search begins.
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| so i'm sitting on my bed, swamped, jaded, and exhausted, reading a travel blog that a friend from high school is writing. he's driving across the US and his trip looks amazingly beautiful. i have to admit, i'm a little jealous. which leads me to wonder if i should have taken time off between college and law school. don't get me wrong, i'm not necessarily unhappy. i do feel like i'm beginning to establish a bit of a life here. but this is pretty much it. assuming i'm going to go straight to work after law school, the rest of my life is going to be more or less like this, but more work. that prospect scares me. am i missing out on opportunities to grow as a person? am i becoming a robot? maybe i need a hobby.
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| i've heard people say law school is like high school. after giving it some thought, i've decided that it's actually more like hogwarts. from the outset, we are designated as talented. most of us have parents who are lawyers, but some of us do not. we basically live in an 18 story tower. we have practical, hands-on classes with one-word names (contracts, torts, property, etc.). we learn a highly specialized set of skills that are mastered through application. we duel in the hallways. we are separated into sections, like houses, that are headed up by different professors. we eat lunch at big tables of people from our section. we are more socially awkward than average. i could probably go on...
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| i think i'm having a bit of a hard time adjusting. i don't have anyone to talk to about it either. i don't want to tell my parents because i don't want them to worry about me. especially my mom. she would probably fly out here if she thought anything was wrong. and it's really not that bad (now i've made it sound like a big deal). it's like i said. i'm having a hard time adjusting. when i'm busy it's fine. i don't think about it while i'm in class, or in the library, or at the grocery store. if i can distract myself, i'm fine. but i haven't done much this weekend and i've camped out inside my head. i need to get out. definitely tomorrow. i just don't want my family thinking i'm unhappy here. or my friends from home. i don't need everyone worrying about me. and i won't be unhappy for long, hopefully. it will pass as soon as i feel settled. my fucking roommates are fucking loud.
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| i'm going to boston in about 5 days. i'm not ready at all. all my stuff is in the garage and i can't find anything. i got a new laptop today, and the keyboard is weird. trying to get used to it before school starts. speaking of which, i can't wait. i've had an underwhelming summer. i'll miss my family and friends a lot, don't get me wrong. i'm just looking forward to some structure in my life again. i got my schedule. not too early. i was worried about that, but my earliest class starts at 10. i can live with that. i feel like i've wasted this summer. this is gonna be my last chance to spend real time with my family. as i'm typing this i'm realizing that i should be freaking out a lot more than i am. this is scary stuff. so yeah, i guess we'll see how this goes. i've never even traveled alone before, much less lived out of the state on my own. i guess this is growing up.
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