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!
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