I am the Queen of Awkward

I am the Queen of Awkward.  No, really.  It is true. And I often tend to find myself in awkward situations, that I create.  For example: at Said Law School, a club that I am a part of was having a luncheon for the faculty in order to promote our upcoming fundraiser event.  I was sitting at a table talking with a few law friends, and a staff member of Said Law School that we know and have worked with before.  Trying to be funny I gave her a "thumbs up-point the finger move like so:

Unfortunately, my Contracts professor from last year was standing behind this staff member and thought I was gesturing towards him.  He raised his eyebrows in surprised acknowledgment, and slowly made his way to sit next to me. What followed was ten minutes of awkward conversation as I scrambled to present myself as a polished, refined, intelligent law student, and not the kind of student who greets their professors like a frat boy. 

Covert Ops

I feel like I should be wearing a trench coat and sunglasses. DH (Dirty Hippie, or the BF) left today for a 2.5 week cruise in Australia/New Zealand (I KNOW!) and after I dropped him off at the airport, I drove to a suburb where some friends are having a game night. (Yes, I love games. Are you kidding? Uno? Apples to Apples? Scrabble? Yes, please! Maybe I am secretly an 8 year old). Because I didn't have enough time to fight traffic, stay home for 2 minutes and then fight traffic again, I am camped out at Panera in this suburban Shang-ri-la of strip malls. But, as I type, I am constantly looking over my shoulder and scanning the restaurant. Why this furitive behavior? 2 reasons:

1. It is the place The Ex lives. You know. THE Ex. The Ex that it ended badly with. Like really badly. Like....'yikes" type of badly. I have no idea why he would even come to this Panera, but you never know. It seems like Murphy's law that you would run into The Ex on the day you don't look your best, when you are wearing the old sweater, have your hair pulled back and red eyes from crying when you said goodbye to your current and wonderful boyfriend. (Yes, I cried. I am a pansy).

2. I didn't order anything from Panera. I am THAT girl. It's true, I am just here for the free internet. (Lets not even discuss how I should be reading for my classes this week). Here's the thing: I am eating dinner with my friends in an hour, and Chick-Fil-A is close by, and I have a huge weakness for Chick-Fil-A lemonade. So I caved. I brought CFA into Panera. I know!! The Shame! It is amazing to me that I can feel so guilty for just using internet in a place that proudly advertises "Free Wi-Fi!". I feel the employees looking on me with a slight bit of disdain for just taking up the space. I don't blame them. But in the meantime, this is the best CFA lemonade ever, so I am just going to enjoy myself and continue to evesdrop on the middle-aged women behind me who are having the most interesting discussion about the child of a friend of theirs who is "fat" but "it's OK because it is better for a boy to be fat than a girl." I kid you not. You can't make this stuff up.

Do you feel guilty when you go to a place for the Wi-Fi and not buy anything? Or do I just have a few more issues to discuss with my therapist?

Bueller?...Bueller?

Hello Blogland!

So, after more than a few months of lurking on blogs, one defunct blog, and a few weeks of hemming and hawing I am making my blog (re)debut.

If you are here for serious thoughts...you might find a few, but you might be disappointed. If you are here for fun crazy thought of my (anonymous) life sprinkled here and there with humerous anecdotes, and opinions on: law school, the law, relationships and whatever else I feel like discussing, then welcome.

OK, down to the dirty: here are 7 facts you may want to know about me:

1. In my mid-twenties
2. I attend "Said Law school"
3. I am a Southern girl at heart who is currently displaced in the North, and is feeling conflicted about the fact I now find 50 degrees "warm."
4. I am in a relationship with a boy I shall (and do) affectionally call my "Dirty Hippie" (DH for short) though he claims he is neither dirty or a hippie. There will probably be much more on this later.
5. I have an unhealthy obsession with Chick-Fil-A Lemonade, Sonic Cherry Limeade, bad television, and celebrity gossip.
6. I was an English major in undergrad and I am terrible at grammar. If seeing a comma in the wrong place/a misspelled word offends you, you might want to get out now. No hard feelings.
7. I have another blog, but it is not anonymous. I am going to try to keep this one going, and keep my privacy, so I will use oh so witty pen names for myself and those around me. You can call me Ms. Ooo Law Law or, Ms. Ooo for short.

OK, friends, let's start this crazy train!