Plead The Fifth

There are few times in my life when I have been completely confused about a situation. Confused to the point where I literally have to take a step back, cock my head and go what. the. fuck. just happened? It’s happened, and I remember those moments, but what I fail to remember is how I dealt with them in the moment. And that’s what I need to be able to look back on and go, oh, that’s how you need to deal with the current situation. 

I’ve found that law school has changed me. I’m sure I’ve said this on here before, but it has. It changes everyone. For the better or worse, but it happens. I’m in this weird place where I want to trust people around me (which, if you’re in law school you KNOW is a bad idea) and yet, I find myself trusting these people. Asking them for advice. Breaking all of my own rules. Because why? I get myself into situations where I need to ask for advice. Situations I can’t handle on my own. 

I’ve never been one to show much emotion. I’m sure it’s something I’ll deal with in therapy at some point. However, in the last year and a half I’ve cried about shit I could NEVER have seen myself even being upset about before law school hell. I’ve let problems go on and on. For a semester. And have yet to deal with them. Why? Who the fuck even knows? It is so unlike me. I used to deal with everything head on, nope. Not the new me. My friends back home would just die if they could see me now. They wouldn’t even know who I was. 

So, maybe I’ve realized something about myself, I make my life more difficult. Well, the new me does. I need to stop breaking my own rules. They are there for a reason, so I don’t get hurt. 2 more finals and a seminar paper separate me from this semester ending. And I can’t wait. 

xoxo -pleadthefifth

Sorry I haven’t been blogging much lately! I would say I have been busy with school, but we all know that isn’t as true as it should be. 

Law school has been so much different this semester, yet much of the same. It is honestly a self-fulfilling prophecy of drama. Not just at my school either. A good friend from undergrad text me the other day and apparently there is a girl at her school receiving “anonymous” notes in her mailbox every day from a classmate criticizing what she wears to class. Really? You don’t like her jeans, yet there aren’t anonymous notes in the mailboxes of all the idiots who thought it appropriate to wear SWEATPANTS to professional school? 

It’s funny to see how cliques have changed or stayed the same this year as compared to 1L. I’ve made more friends and lost a few. And as it turns out the friendships I lost (the delusional dater I talked about before) weren’t friendships at all. Not surprising, or heartbreaking. 

As for being single this semester. It has changed a few of my interactions with classmates. As I’ve stated before there are a handful of guys at my school who are attractive, and I don’t even think they are all “date-able”. Doesn’t make them any less fun to look at though. 

I’m interested to see what changes and what stays the same as the semester draws to a close. Of course I’ll blog about it, once I see for myself how things play out. 

Hope finals go well for everyone! 

xoxo -pleadthefifth

When I read someone incorrectly it doesn’t make me mad when I figure it out. Usually, it just makes me kind of sad. 

Take the blinders off. 

It’s the end of the semester, I have a seminar paper to write and 3 finals to get through. My mood is fluctuating like crazy and I seriously miss my best friend and her amazing advice. 

A few more weeks to get through. I’m hoping for a few days of peace before Christmas break. I feel like since I started law school I never have a break from dealing with some kind of crazy. Here’s to hoping. 

xoxo -pleadthefifth

Taylor Swift 

Warning. This is a venting blog post. 

There are probably 5 attractive men at my law school. And I bet 2 of those guys are actually only “law” cute. So, that’s what I’m dealing with. My friend K and I have discussed going to the city during lunch time to stake out some actual men. It is possibly going to happen. 

Along with not having very many beautiful men in attendance, law school also tends to attract women (and men, I’m sure) who have the maturity level of 13 year olds who just realized that kissing boys is actually fun, and that they do not, in fact, have cooties. 

This girl at my school, she was (maybe is) one of my friends, is one of those people. I swear this chick, we’re going to call her GG, has NEVER dated a guy in real life. So, she certainly doesn’t know how to deal with them (I mean, I’ve dated and dealt with my fair share of men and I still don’t get what the fuck they’re thinking 75% of the time). This story starts by saying that she slept with one of our fellow classmates about 3 weeks ago, we’re going to call him K. Once. They slept together one. time. while they were both wasted. Now, we’ve all read my one night stand post, I’ve never had one of those, tried, but failed. But this was the definition of what a one night stand is. 

Now, I am admittedly not an expert in one night stands, but what I do know about men is that if they WANT you, they will try to get you. They will text you and want to see you. And if you already gave it up to them? They’re going to sleep with you again. That’s just how it is. There’s a movie about it. He’s just not that into you. 

Now, weeks later this girl is IN LOVE with K. Since then, for various other reasons, K and I have been in the same social setting a few times. Therefore? K and I have become “friends” you know, facebook official and everything. Awesome. On Thursday night he and I spoke for maybe 5 minutes (our convo was about GG, but that’s besides the point). We were not flirting, we were having a platonic conversation. This crazy bitch, starts asking all of our friends if she thinks I want to sleep with K. I swear. Why yes, I want to sleep with everyone at our law school one time and be just like you. No bitch. I don’t. She then proceeds to text me about it until almost 4 am. I must look like the kind of girl who would just go home with some dude I don’t even know to fuck him. Yeah. That’s me. I don’t even spend the night with guys I actually like, you won’t find me stranded at some drunk guy’s house on a Thursday night. 

She then CALLS ME the next day to continue to talk about this ridiculous drama she created. I just can’t even. After letting her get about a sentence out, I spent the next 10 minutes telling her the following list of things: 

1. You cannot sleep with a guy one time and call dibs on him. Life doesn’t work like that. 

2. Contrary to what she obviously believes we are NOT 12 at our first late night skating rink party. We are 24 years old in a BAR, I will have a conversation with whom I please. And I absolutely will not apologize about it. Especially to some chick who is trying so hard to play it cool that she won’t even speak to this dude. Awkward much? 

3. Bitch, I am not some slut that goes home with guys at the bar. And the fact that you think that about me says something about you. 

There were some other choice words that I used. Psycho, insane and delusional are just a few. The conversation ended with her asking if this was going to be a “thing”. Well obviously. All I said before I hung up the phone was that she better hope not because I am not a good enemy to have. 

xoxo -pleadthefifth

Well, it’s fall and I pretty much spend every spare second I have in my room watching one of the too many TV shows I watch. 

Grey’s- Oh god. I have been ugly crying about Grey’s since they KILLED FUCKING LEXI in the season finale. I spent all summer pretending that Shonda Rhimes didn’t end the season like that. It was worse than that one time she let crazy Meredith jump into freezing cold water. And then the bitch starts this season by letting Mark Sloan die. I can’t even. I’ve spent the last two Thursday’s sobbing for an hour over fictional characters who I like more than just about anyone in my real life. 

Private Practice- Speaking of Rhimes, that girl learned how to write a heart wrenching episode after a couple years of letting her shows go down the drain. She brought back her awful habit of killing off key characters, but hey, The Walking Dead does it, ABC can too. I’m obsessed with the fact that Charlotte is having triplets. But, I’m more obsessed with how pissed she is about it. “I HAVE PEED 5 TIMES SINCE WE GOT HERE”. Too good. Addison and Jake? Can I just have her life? 

Glee- Last Thursday’s episode? Amazing. 

Once Upon a Time- The way they’re bringing it all together? PERFECT. Love Mulan. Can’t wait to meet Lancelot. Poor Emma and Snow with those idiots. And then all the idiots back in Storybrooke. But all in all? Perfect start to the second season. 

I’m going to leave out my guilty ABC Family pleasures. I am in law school. We should all pretend that I spend every evening endlessly preparing for the next day’s classes. 

Life is the same otherwise. Still think that my life is possibly a TV show in itself. In which case you all already know that I watch an ungodly amount of television and do a less than satisfactory amount of school work. 

xoxo -pleadthefifth

When a woman passes out in the movies it always begins with a peaceful hand raise to the forehead and the beautiful man she’s with catching her. She wakes up to his worried face and they more than likely have a passionate kiss. 

This is not my life. 

Yesterday I went to a football game with a guy from my school and 2 of his (our) mutual friends. It was 86 degrees outside. We got to the game and made it up to our seats, which by chance were in the little bit of shade that side of the stadium offered. My friend was texting me about how my luck never ceases to amaze her. That was the last text she sent me before receiving- I. passed. out. 

And no, it wasn’t the defining movie scenario that I described earlier. Of course it wasn’t. I passed out in my seat. I woke up about a minute later surrounded by people I didn’t know so I closed my eyes again and laid there thinking “What the fuck is going on. Oh my god. I fucking passed out. In front of fucking people from law school.” I opened my eyes again and the boy who I had gone to the game with was there along with 2 paramedics. If you read this blog you know that one of the most embarrassing moments of my entire life was when I passed out in the principal’s arms in 6th grade, yeah, this beats it. After about 10 minutes questioning me about seizures, drugs and alcohol the paramedics finally let me be. 

I made it through the rest of the game somehow without dying of complete embarrassment. Everyone who I was with handled it well but it didn’t stop me from spending the rest of the game thinking that I just passed out in front of peers from law school and god forbid it was graceful. 

I feel like any day now I will find out that my life is actually a TV show and I’ll freak the fuck out like Truman Burbank in The Truman Show. But, really? Not be surprised at all. 

xoxo -pleadthefifth