Hello, Social Life, good to see you again

After a few weeks dominated by illness and mucho work. I'm being social again! I hate being sick and I try to do it as infrequently as possible. Apparantly February is the month of dying for me (last year, I had tonsilitis in February). But now I'm healthy and the paper is handed in and the test has been taken. I have only the normal amount of work until the next paper is due March 6... so let's drink!

I went out for Mardis Gras on Tuesday, and note to current and future SU students: Mardis Gras in Syracuse sucks, at least on Marshall Street. It was lame, but Maggie, Katy and I entertained ourselves, as the photo shows. Tonight will be more fun. I'm doing happy hour and bringing a deck of cards to play with. I'm loving my friends right now, everything seems to be going well, which only means I'm days away from a "I hate everybody" moment. It's all good.

Northeastern Law accepted me and offered me $8,500 a year. So far, I'm 2 for 2 on schools that have responded to my application, but the big 3 are left. I have not heard back yet from BC, BU or Harvard, and of course, BU is my top choice, BC is not a bad back up and Harvard is the reach. I want to go to BU so bad and I really hope I get in. There's no obvious reason why I shouldn't... My grades and test scores are all up there in their average... I just want to find out so I can stop worrying and make my decision. I know my future is set, because, worst case scenario, I go to Northeastern, the 87th best law school in the country, but I want to know, for sure, where I will be spending the next 3 to 4 years of my life. Well, I'll be in Boston.

Oh, and boys suck. They are creepy and they smell. Amy and I decided that the other day. We also concluded that this attitude may be part of the reason why we don't have boyfriends, but still, they suck. For every reason that I want one, I have a reason why I don't. They cause too many problems and screw everything up, especially now when I'm just a few months from getting out of Syracuse. And for all you females considering Syracuse University: it's a black hole for boys. They are all gross and creepy or taken. Seriously, I've only had one real, butterflies in my stomach crush since I've been here and that was sophomore year. And while he was amazing, he had a girlfriend, so nothing came of it (that and I'm a loser when I like boys). It's disgusting how much they suck in this city. I can't wait to get back to Boston where I still have the unrealistic hope that there are still good looking, kind, funny, smart, and SINGLE men.

Anywho, time to get cleaned up for tonight :)

Being all emo and sad...

If you don't read www.postsecret.com... you should. It's an amazing website and it can be comforting or make you face/deal with things you've been avoiding. Depending on your mood, it can be very liberating, even if they aren't your secrets. I personally have never sent a secret into postsecret. Mostly, that's because I don't feel like any of my secrets are that transcending or important. My fears and secrets are very generic. Will I get into law school? Will anyone truly miss me if I die? They're things I worry about when I'm being stupid and stressed and insecure, nothing worth creating a postcard about. Anyway, this rant is inspired by a postcard I just read on the website and have subsequently stolen, but I feel it is okay because their site is free anyway and I have plugged their website. The future communications/copyright lawyer in me feels I have covered my bases...

This postcard was followed by an email that says:

"I miss my dog more than anything too. It's because they loved us - despite all of our secrets."

Reading that gave me a pit in my stomach, or a pain in my heart. Kind of both. My dog died a little more than a month ago, and I've been really good at avoiding it. But this kind of summed up my feelings for her. I've been lucky in my life; I've never lost anyone that close to me. Even when my grandmother died when I was 12, I was pretty okay with it. But with my dog... I find myself missing her at the randomest moments. She was my dog. I held her just days after she was born and I held her and kissed her goodbye on that last day. I remember when I was younger, when I'd have a bad day, or be upset about something... I'd go downstairs to where she was and pet her, and she'd just know. She'd look at me, with those eyes, and I could see her understanding. She would nuzzle her head into me and give me her paw, lick me. It was so comforting. When I was younger, I had a paper route, and she'd follow me to every house in our neighborhood. Then, I'd have to go along Main Street, and she hated that street, so she'd sit at the end of our street and watch me until I was out of sight. I loved her. I miss her. I just had to write it down. And, I know, it's not the most eloquent way of describing it, but it's the best I can do. I'm not good with emotional stuff.... so this is as good as it gets.