the teaches of peaches

So law school. yeah. So far so good. I have no life, I see no one who is not in law school unless forced to. And I think I have a lot of new friends. There is something about this forced closeness that is actually really working out. All ofthe older students ask me how things are going, how am I doing. It's starting to drive me crazy because honestly, I am starting to crack a bit. I think that they ask because they are so glad that they are no longer in this position. They have made it to the other side.

This week it was the urge to cry while visiting a prof for office hours. Why? I have no idea, we were talking about property but I just wanted my momma.

I have more black friends than I have ever had in my life and this is a new and positive twist.

Say some wedding photos on my cousin's facebook. I look absolutely horrible. I look better from far away so you can just see my curves in my dress. My hair was awful and I look like I am always pooping -- not smiling. SHIT. And since it was all my family at the wedding, I went around socializing w/o BitterNY and therefore we are in NONE ofthe candid shots together. There are tons of pics with him and all out frineds and where am I? Probably trying to get the caterers to buy more wine cause we ran out.

that makes me really really sad. The whole night was like a blur. Iremember the dance and the cake cutting but I was too excited to eat and that's it. It seems like 80% of my night was dealing with the damn wine. That's the one really big down side to doing everything yourself and having no money to back it up (and thereby having to do it all yourself . . .)

So law school. I think that I will be better at it in a few weeks when I have spent more time sleeping. Took this week off of work because Iknew Iwould be too tired if I didn't (and now I have no money, i hate that). Well, I was mega tired without work anyway.

At least I got elected 1L rep for BLSA. People like me, they really really like me.