Major things in 2008:
1) Turning 25.
2) Graduating from law school.
3) Taking the Bar Exam.
4) Marrying person I've loved since high school.
5) Starting first real job with first real 401k.
6) Passing Bar Exam.
7) Buying first home.


Minor things in 2008:
1) Listening to classical music and NPR in the car. (Nothing else.)
2) Getting first and only A+ in law school. (In women & the law course, naturally.)
3) Getting two job offers.
4) Freaking out at rental office.
5) Studying in hammock all summer.
6) Getting a fancy phone for non-fancy use.
7) Visiting Galveston before Hurricane destroys entire island.

Fabulous year, truly wonderful. I have it really nice sometimes, and I don't even realize it.

First home: purchased!

Texas Bar Exam: Passed!

So I really wish I could write about my job. That's what I miss about law school...the freedom to talk about the things I hear and see. Yeah that's gone now. (And I really didn't use it then because who thinks to do such a thing when the livin' is easy.)


I think I will just write about the absolute mistake of purchasing a house right now. Oh, I'm doing it....regardless of my opinion that it's a mistake...
There is a tenant there who is really starting to piss me off. Apparently the seller is super close with him, so for some reason Joe and I are the enemy and getting in to look at the house is damn near impossible...all these obstacles just to take the house off his hands. The tenant can't seem to deal with the fact that he has to leave...okay, getting a new house to rent is not that hard, especially in this area..there are some neighborhoods that are 90% rent houses...halfway-decent neighborhoods, too. I knew the moment I saw the house with the size 14 shoes placed near every door and doorway that this guy was trouble. *You have a closet you asshole, your territory is clearly delineated by your awful choice of paint*
The house is fiesta red inside...and if he stays there too long, we might have to paint while living in it...ew. Our option period is ending soon and our realtor seems to not care about that at all. I hate her, the seller, the tenant, and myself for getting into this pickle. I want to start packing the house just to think about something else for a while.

To deal with this stress I had two very large cinnamon rolls today and watched two episodes of Felicity.

This is the only thing that makes me happy:

Joe has been listening to the soundtrack of my life at ages 13-15..and it is starting to wig me out. First it was a lot of pink floyd, and now it's lynyrd skynyrd(!!). He has to listen to music while he does his runsheets, but oh my god...this music is not something I want to listen to anymore. It reminds me of driving on country roads and hanging out with people who are now on their second or third husbands.
I kind of miss his depressing (modern) music, I should have never trashed on it.

I'm really excited to start getting intern resumes!! Ooh fun with law students!

I am marrying Joe in 10 days. I have barely seen him this summer so maybe that will amp up the romance. I just know that the flight to Hawaii will probably the longest I've talked and been around him for like 2 months. I'm really hoping we bring dvds for the flight. That's my largest concern, oh and I just watched Castaway, so I'm also concerned about a raft, and where that would be on the plane.

I don't know how people try to lose weight for like beach bodies or whatever, it's complete crap. I'm really sore and I feel grouchy. I actually took a nap today for no apparent reason..I blame my free weights.

Right here. With me!

House cleaning...on a lot of levels I guess.

I've noticed that when clunkers cut me off on the highway, I don't do anything. I usually honk at this kind of idiocy, especially if it's a regular car, like a Camry or something. But I have this feeling, (especially with, say, a mismatched Trans Am) that the car will somehow hurt me...because from the look of their vehicle, they really have nothing to lose. I had such a strong strong urge to honk today, but I've been to the dealership so much lately I couldn't stomach the thought of having to get my side paint touched up, etc.

I probably have these thoughts because Joe admitted to me yesterday that he has strong urges to slam into the back of certain vehicles when they piss him off. Joe has some control over his impulses, but I don't hold others to as high of a standard.