I have to admit, Halloween was a bit of a dud this year. Even with outstanding weather the number were way down. Maybe it was because of a school night? Maybe it was because the neighborhood kids were too busy egging each other to actually collect candy. Though the melee is entertainment in itself, so we head outside and stand back and watch the antics ensue. I personally was hoping for a rumble ala West Side Story, except these kids can't dance, they just swear alot and drive around in cars. Who says gas prices are insane, it's Halloween man!
I really don't have anything new to tell you, but I thought I should put up something. When private school students can't post to their blogs and myspace, I want to make sure I fight for my right to blog. I smell a new Beastie Boys song coming on. I apply for a few jobs, get my teeth cleaned, make a cake. Intersperse with laundry and house cleaning and I'm friggin Donna Reed.
Once again my days have seemingly come into conflict with my goals. I need to finish my paperwork for the Bar, but can't seem to bring myself to do it thinking that it will all be for naught since I probably didn't pass it. My workouts are slim to none, and none's definitely in the lead. And to top it off, the days are getting progressively colder. That's depressing too. Job hunt? Never mind the job hunt. As in the famous words of Beck, "I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me."
The old saw goes: Today is the first day of the rest of your life. I suppose Monday is as good as any. Most days I can't get out of bed before noon, so I need to snap out of this quickly. Goodness only knows where I'll end up if next month the bad news comes down. So today after taking the spouse to the airport for a business trip, instead of going back home and climbing back under the covers, I actually went to the gym. Okay, pick your jaw up off the floor now. I worked out for an hour. I'm still alive. I had a bit of breakfast and now I'm trying to figure out what is laying in my backyard after yesterday's typhoon. I think I can make a new start. Anyone have some good workout tunes?
In my ever consuming quest not to spend money, I went clothes shopping yesterday. If it makes you feel any better, I didn't actually buy anything. I stuck to the dressier clothes in the hopes that when I get a job, I'll know where to buy some nice work clothes. However, I did find a very disturbing trend. In the career section they expect me to buy gaucho pants? Gaucho pants!?! Cause you know, nothing says happening professional like shorts. I studied to be a lawyer, not a gaucho. No store is immune. Junior, Misses, Women...no matter, stuff yourself into gaucho pants. Like I said, I didn't buy anything. Perhaps I'll stay in my home until this passes. Cause me and gaucho pants? Ain't happening.
The cold is on the way out. And now I have pie. Why pie? Because it's that time of year. You go buy apples and the next thing you know there are 4 homemade pies. I may not have a job, but damn that's good pie.
The cold is perking along nicely thanks. My voice is currently playing hide and seek, so about every third word disappears on me. I can't sing along with the iPod, and that's beginning to piss me off. How can you not sing along with "Ain't My Bitch" by Metallica? I spoke to a friend of mine today who I haven't talked to since graduation, which ironically enough was the last time I had no voice. I'm sounding only slightly better today. We're both in the same boat job wise, though she gets to talk to her kitty during the day. Me? I'm mouthing along the words to my tunes. But my lip sync skills? They're through the roof!
Once again I have a cold. It figures that I make a foray outside the house to see about updating my resume and I get a cold instead of a job. I did get the joy of another mock interview today though. I knew going in that it was going to be a really hard interview, I'd been warned. The warning was well heeded, but between my resume and a head full of cold medicine I came out of the office and went to my car and cried. I found out I have no reason to think I have a right to be corporate attorney since I didn't take Tax in law school, instead I should be looking at what I did as a paralegal since I had experience in that. Ever think that perhaps that I went to law school not because I wanted to do exactly what I did as a paralegal but because I wanted to be more than that? As far as my crappy grades? Guess I shouldn't have taken bar courses, but instead taken nothing but paper courses to puff my GPA. What do you say to that? And I had no pep. Yeah. That's why I came home and went back to bed. I'm good at that.