Z Rizdvom Khrystovym !

Merry Christmas!

It's been, like,  forever since I last blogged.  This working full time business has sucked every ounce of energy out of me.  I don't know how I ever did it before.  Ugh.  Just 2 and a half days next week and it's back to the regular scheduled program.  Thank god.

Lots of exciting things coming up in the next few months:

Tomorrow:  Christmas!
Dec. 27:  My Birthday!!
Dec. 31:  New Years!
Jan 5:  First day of school!
Jan 12 - 20:  Mexico!
April 5:  Last day of classes!
May 25 - 28:  LSAT prep course!
June 11:  LSAT!
July and August:  Full Time work!  (ugh)
Sept 30:  Full application, reference letters, personal statement, resume submitted to the Faculty of Law!

Phew!  It's going to be a crazy ass year my friends, and it's taken me 3 years to get here.  It's Finally Here.

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Michelle's Proud Parenting Moment # 87,347:

Weds. Dec. 21 @ 6:30 p.m.

The Boy, tossing is back pack over his shoulder:  I'm going out mom, I'll be back in an hour.

Me:  Where are you going?

TB:  I'm just going out.

Me:  What do you need your backpack for?

TB:  See you later.

Me (in a slightly freaking-out-sorta-voice):  Get back here!  Where are you going and what do you need your back pack for?  You better not be doing anything you shouldn't.  Are you going out drinking?  Are you buying pot?  Who are you meeting?  You better tell me right now before I grab you back pack and go through it and ground you for the whole Christmas break!

TB:  I'm going to the mall.

Me:  With your back pack???  ARE YOU STEALING???

TB:  No mom, I'm not drinking or smoking or stealing!  God!  I was going out to get your presents and I didn't want you to see what I bought you when I came home!!

Me:  Oh.  Well.  Ok.  Well, have fun.  Do you want me to give you a few ideas?

TB *rolling eyes*:  You just did.  See ya.

Wonder what that means?  There's an odd looking package under the tree wrapped in about 40 feet of wrapping paper secured with what looks like an entire roll of scotch tape.  Maybe it's a book about how to relax and cut your teenager some slack once in a while?  Poor kid.  Sometimes (read: not very often but once in a very rare moment), the teenage boy lowers that overly hormonal, shit-head, moody, self-involved shield and reveals an actual human being.  It's shocking when it happens but at least then I'm reassured that there's some humanity in there.  Most times I'm left wondering.

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I love presents.  I'm like the cookie monster of presents.  I'm worse than children when it comes to presents.  All these presents under the tree are KILLING me!!  I just can't stand it anymore.  One more sleep.

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Happy Holidays!

Specifically speaking of course.

Happy December all!  You know what this time of year brings?  FINALS!  Yes.  Thirteen weeks of classes and assignments, papers, long essays and short essays, and mountains and mountains of reading is finally at an end.  I wrote a final yesterday and wanted to skip down the sidewalk as I finished.  I have another one the end of next week and then I am done until the New Year.  Another 9 credit hours under my belt.  I'm on a roll here folks.  Only 9 more to go, an LSAT to write, a personal statement to draft, 3 reference letters to request, a resume to revise, a weekend long interview process and I will finally (finally!) find out if I'm accepted into the Faculty of Law.  The last 2 years has been a long, long road.  The end is near.  Bring it.

I understand it's Christmas time too.  Right.  Guess we need to put up the tree and shit.  Can't believe I'm not feeling it this year.  I'm just so wrapped up in my own little world and tend to forget there's all sorts of other things going on.  (Whhhhhaaaaaat? You mean there's more to life than school???)

I'm back to work full time Monday.  Oh god that SO SUCKS.  I don't know how I will ever put in 8 full hours of work for the next three weeks.  It will be exhausting. 

I did an online quiz the other day to see whether or not I'm an alcoholic. (See http://alcoholism.about.com/od/tests/l/blquiz_alcohol.htm to determine your alcohol abuse rate).  I answered 3 yes, 17 no.  Apparently I should seek immediate medical attention.  Right. Who hasn't felt remorse after drinking, or had a drink on their own, or had a few to drown their sorrows once in a while?  I mean, really.)  So I've decided instead of seeking advise from John Hopkins University Hospital to go out and celebrate the end of the term with my friends. 

Again, bring it.  That's my new motto.