RETURN OF THE DEAD

Old habits die hard... it's in the midst of one of the most difficult papers I've ever had to write that I return to the world of blogging. It vaguely feels like college, but yet so far from it. I now blog from the comfort of my own case-brief-scattered living room instead of hunched over a college-type desk in the dimly lit room of Russell B. However, judging by the brightly lit timer-clock on my oven, I should have been in bed about 4 hours ago, curled up next to my husband. My, how things have changed...

And yet, it took a college rejection letter to help me reminisce about old college days. This time it wasn't my rejection letter, but a student's. While procrastinating from my own work to give him advice about an appeals letter, I was reminded of how utterly exhilarating and dejecting college could be; the ups and the downs; the good and the bad; the yin and the yang. College has prepared me well to face any problems that life may throw at me. I'll be the first to toot my own horn and say that I've come a long way from my chicken-crying, campaign-running, bacon-grease-eating, boy-chasing days. It all feels like a distant cry.

It's hard to even put into words what I've truly been up to the past couple of years since college. But the wrinkles on my face definitely don't hide anything. I feel like a weathered chamois rag that's been hung out to dry one too many times. One thing I do know is that my values haven't changed. I'm still the same person with the same beliefs and the same "save the world" attitude. (What do you expect? I went to Berkeley.) Ironically, I have 10 different personality tests that all say I'm a radical liberal, ala my Psychology-Doctorate of a law professor. I've been beaten down far too many times, but I know I'll always pop right back up. I'm going to make it...

I'm not very fond of the term "As Good As It Gets." It's a great movie... but a terrible phrase. It implies that life will never get any better; that from here on out, it's only going to go downhill. What a MISERABLE feeling! BUT, I am a strong advocate of freezing time. I sure do wish I could capture all the good right now and just bottle it for a rainy day.

SO LAME

Who the heck has ever heard of writing a paper in APA format?! I've written tons of papers and never has a professor asked for it in APA format; always just in MLA format. If this crazy b.tch that claims to work for the district asks for something in APA format, she better teach us how... because I don't know APA format. I hate the crazy school I go to. It's waaay overpriced for a cheap @$$ education. The worst part is all the breezys that I have to pass by on my way to class, when I'm horribly late and I reek of sweat from a 12-year old that just had P.E., and them strolling through campus in their f.cking pearls and high heels on their way to their sorority meeting, pulling up in their Beemers, Ferraris, and Jags. What do they care? Daddy pays for everything. I think they're working on their M.R.S. degree.

PLAYING IN PITTSBURG

Defense at the All-Star game couldn't have been better. How awesome did Penny pitch tonight?! (Hoffman's a loser.) And what about that bare-handed catch by Pujols?? I only wish the National League came out on top. Down with the DH!!!

Best teaching day of my life! Creamed the kiddies with water ballons today... we threw over 700 balloons. This day will go down in history. Okay, maybe just in THEIR history.

How is it possible for one person to do so much in so little time? I need more hours in my day...

I'm saddened tonight, not because the Lakers lost, but because MY own season is also over. Now that I'm back in LA, I've had the opportunity to catch every single game on TV. I can, on only one hand, count the number of games I've missed... that's including preseason games. I've followed them religiously... probably as closely as Aaron McKie (benchwarmer). I'm not quite sure what I'm going to do with my nights now that I don't have dates with Kobe anymore. I know baseball season is still going strong, but it's never to the same excitement as Laker game nights. I'm most saddened by the fact that I gotta wait 'til October (preseason) for the next Laker game. I'll always live and die by the purple and gold... and tonight, I died just a little bit. But I'll be a Laker fan until the day I die.