Family Day? sure, why not!

To celebrate the inaugural long weekend, 7 of my friends and I went to Chicago. I've wanted to get there since 1st year, so it was really nice to be able to squeeze it in before leaving in a few short months. I can't believe there is only half a term left. It's kinda scary. Anyway, loved Chicago! History meets hip, jazz bars and clean streets, BEAUTIFUL people who are polite. Saw Wicked, and absolutely loved it.

Reading week starts 3pm tomorrow for me. Got lots of work to get done, but come on, we all know that reading week is for anything BUT reading.

feeling like a donut

Rain, snow, read, class, eat, TV - a comfortable routine, just prodding along. Two months of classes left, then exams, then more exams. Sometimes the highest endorsement you can give to time is that it will pass. I'm feeling... it's hard to describe. Looking forward to going home for New Years; don't think I've ever been able to do that before. It feels nice to be at school, but incredibly awkward to find out, inadvertently, that J is having a party, and of course I wasn't invited. Which makes complete sense, 'cuz he has a new gf. And I was the one who refused to attempt a friendship. But still, it sucks, because, well, almost all our friends are mutual friends. But that's the way it's gotta be.

Applying to jobs, but haven't heard back from anywhere yet. Postings for the following year has started coming out, which is more than a little scary. I like my classes, though Advanced Family Law feels a little like group therapy of a bunch of angry feminist at times. I feel sorry for the one guy in our class of 12 or so.

Some things are going on that I won't legitimatize with a post yet. Needless to say it has to do with my poor decision-making wrt relationships. One day, I'll get it right.

The Truth about Me

I don't know if I've never had a social calendar that included events 3 nights in a row with 3 large, different groups of people. In each one I felt happy, but as a peripheral, fringe-dweller. And I'm not entirely upset by that fact. I seek out solitude, and orchestrate my life to not belong. Perhaps it's just safer to diversify my attention and affections. I float, though I have a handful of close friends who anchors me. I try to be the kind of friend who'd surprise people if I didn't show up, when I said I would. The kind that tries to make sure everyone has a ride home. But the truth is it is a lot easier to be responsible for everyone else instead of being responsible for myself. Not that I'm not a cautious person, to say the least, but there is so much about myself that seems entirely out of my hands, but I seem to feel able to help others. Or at least make life easier for them. Or just bring a smile. It's the drifting of un-belongingness that marks my place.