They're Here!

One of the small pleasures that gets me through is shoes. I own about 70 pair.

I recently, at the prompting of some fellow law-school-mates, joined Shoedazzle.com.

Today, my first pair arrived - Behold, "Suki"

Official Pasttime

I have always been a hard-worker. I have also always been a procrastinator. I like being under pressure. I like deadlines. I like being over-booked. For some odd reason, it allows me to focus; to funnel my energy and to push through to a great result.

Procrastination has become a game. A lot like baseball. I come to bat, let a couple strikes go by and a ball or two. When I'm down in the count, that's when I whack it with everything I've got and effortlessly send it over the back fence. We all know thats much more exciting than a double on the first swing.

In Undergrad, when I was still an amateur, I was pulling all-nighters with No-Doz and coffee. I was sick all the time and rarely got more than 5 hours of sleep on any given night. I worked full-time and often went to work exhausted or ill.

As I've gotten older, and called up to the pros in law school, I've gotten better at time management. Even while still procrastinating. Honestly, I simply cannot deny myself sleep like I used to. Partially because I work out often, which forces a more standard sleep schedule. Secondly, I seem to have a better grasp on how to put things off to the last minute and still maintain a healthy life-style. (Healthier, at least.)

I'm not proud of myself yet. I'm still gloriously basking in the 5AM glow of a computer screen with a coffee-in-hand. I am still, bleary-eyed the morning of a big assignment. The difference: I get overall more sleep, better food and I simply don't let it affect me quite as much.

As I trek further through law school, I am learning better techniques and equipping myself with healthier ways to combat the procrastination funk. I don't want to combat it completely, however. As I said, I do my best work under pressure. I'm ready to step to the plate and knock it out of the park.

Monthly Thought-Provoking Question: March 2010

I am starting a monthly entry asking a thought-provoking question of my devoted readers.

Please participate!

Would you rather eat healthy and never work out or eat whatever you'd like but work out 5 days per week?

"Think of Me" - Rosi Golan

My new favorite song. And video. Love it like I do. Goodnight!

When you hear but you just don't listen

When you're looking but you just don't see

When you're thinking there's no rhyme or reason

Think of me

Think of me

When you're getting to the end of a hard day

And you're thinking it's a long way home

When you're thinking that you're just plain crazy

Because you're on your own

Think of me

I will find you, I promise

I will make you believe, oh

That I'm in this crazy love for the long haul

So think of me

Think of me

When you're laying on my favorite pillow

All you want to do is fall asleep

When you're gazing out the bedroom window

Please think of me

Think of me

When you're driving down an empty highway

You're surrounded by the sky and sea

When you're seeing such a thing of beauty

Do you think of me?

Think of me

I will find you, I promise

I will make you believe, oh

That I'm in this crazy love for the long haul

So think of me

Think of me

'Cause if I make you a promise

That's a promise that I'll keep

And I'm in this crazy love for the long haul

So think of me

Think of me

And I'll be home soon

I'll be home soon

I'll be home soon

Home to you

'Cause if I make you a promise

That's a promise that I'll keep

And I'm in this crazy love for the long haul

So think of me

Think of me

Yeah, I'm in this crazy love for the long haul

So think of me

Think of me

That was a bad idea...

I finally saw it. Dear John. I've been meaning to since it came out and mostly because of busy plans, I hadn't gotten around to it. I'd read the book, not in it's entirety, but I knew the story. I knew the story and I went anyway. That was a bad idea...

It was a bad idea because I am up at 1:30am thinking about Al and missing him terribly. I was fortunate enough to talk to him on the phone tonight after getting back from the movie. A few tears, reassurances and laughs later and I was feeling better. I'll never stop worrying completely. I love him, what can I say?

I know it's not nearly as dangerous as it was 5 years ago. In fact, it's not even as dangerous as walking down the streets of New York City at night. Even so, I would never recommend to the people I love voluntarily walking through those streets at night. Yet, many men and women volunteer to put themselves in the line of danger daily. Al gives his time, work, and even potentially his life for this country. He did it willingly. He even did it happily.

Perhaps my worry is misplaced. Al gets a gun (or as he always gently corrects me, a rifle); he gets armor, a helmet, and other gear that keeps him safe. He travels in an armored tank and he has dozens, if not hundreds, of other men and women backing him up. Nonetheless, all that protection just doesn't seem quite as good as him being home, in my arms. Then I can sleep more soundly. Until then, I might avoid sappy, tear-jerker, romance movies centered around the military, no matter how hot the male lead looks with his shirt off.

Change of Pace

I have never been a runner. In fact, I loathe running. However, I love working out. I love the tingle that runs through my body, the cool air drying my sweaty face and the fact that it gets the happy endorphins flowing. Or perhaps the epinephrine (eh, Linus?). The results are nice too, but I never seem to have any. Sure, I tend to drop about 10 lbs. when I'm working out regularly. I see a slight improvement in muscle tone and endurance and I definitely sleep better. Overall, however, I seem to lose weight in my breasts and still keep the dreaded belly pudge.

What do I attribute this to? The fact that I am not a runner. The only time I ever successfully disciplined myself to run regularly was when I was doing two-a-day training sessions for the Navy. And, of course, in the Navy. Perhaps, the solution to all my problems is to have a drill instructor follow me around on my workouts. Someone to motivate me through the agony of running a couple miles.

If anyone is up to the task, I will happily let you chase me around for a few blocks. Now, if I can just get a chef to cook me delicious, healthy, low-cal meals I'll be set!

Allodoxaphobia

Learned this word today.

The fear of other's opinions

Anxiety Matters.com explains it further:

The fear of opinions

Opinion phobia

The fear of confrontation

The fear of arguments

My fear is not affecting my daily life, but it is certainly real. Right now, I am very fearful of the decisions our country is making. I am terrified about what is to come. The country will not fall to ruins at my feet, but it will change forever. I just hope the changes are good ones.

Regardless, right now I am afraid and I don't think they have any pills for it! Maybe I'll find a support group or something. In the meantime, I'm off to the gym, which should help.

One is the loneliest number.

This is my first post after re-entering the blog world. It has been too long.

I am sitting alone in my apartment with a Diet Dr. Pepper and my Contracts book, realizing that I have two different socks on. One with a pink Hanes stripe and one without. Regardless of my footwear ineptitude, I am happily sharing my thoughts and feelings with the world.

With the end of my first year of law school just 6 weeks away, I am looking towards the summer for work and the fall for Al to return home. Reminding myself to take things one day at a time, with one foot in front of the other and make sure to smile through the missteps.

My first post. Short and sweet. Stay tuned.