Even though I am officially done with school forever (I hope!), I am struggling to get a decent night's sleep. I've dealt with insomnia ever since I was a kid. I remember every winter break from school I would be up until the wee hours. Now, it's like my body is used to fighting to stay awake and I want to crash at 7 o'clock at night or I am up until 2AM. Ugh. My dad asked me as soon as I was done with finals if I was getting good sleep. Um, no. It's the same as always. Last night, I decided to take a nap for 30 minutes. It ended up lasting about 45 minutes. I had the wherewithall though to set my alarm. Luckily, a short nap didn't interrupt my bedtime that much. I am so used to having three or four hour mini-sleeps rather than naps. I still woke up groggy. All this talk about napping makes me sleeeeppppyyy.
Well, I definitely haven't blogged as much this week as I wanted to. Actually, I've thought about it everyday. I've just failed a executing. It's so easy for me to write at work, but I don't feel comfortable working on my blog during work hours - even if I am on my lernch (that's how we say lunch around here).
So... let's see what's going on in my life. I deleted all of my dating profiles. I was getting depressed seeing what type of single men there are out there. It was the same ole same ole. Separated? That means you are just trying to piss your wife off. You haven't even filed for divorce yet. You're still married. Profession - Entrepreneur? You sell stuff on E-bay. Kids? THERE ARE NO FATHERLESS SINGLE MEN. Am I bitter? Not exactly. It's just I am tired of being depressed by seeing some of the weirdos that message me. I have so many stories about online dating I could (and might) write a book. Although, that would actually mean I'd have to write and as we can tell from the lack of updating this blog right now I am failing at that.
Wednesday, May 28, 2014
Friday, May 16, 2014
Crankapotamus and it's FRIDAY!
I am so cranky today. You'd think I'd be in a good mood since it's Friday and I decided to take tomorrow off to sleep in and relax instead of working my usual overtime. But no, everything is irritating me today. I know it's not PMS because I'm just ending my "Shark Week." My coworkers even chipped in and got me a gift card to Target for a graduation gift. That was nice of them. One particular coworker, who I will be applying for a promotion against, got up in the middle of my being honored and left the room. Oooooh sick burn. I can only laugh at my work environment. Oh the stories I can (and will) tell...
I decided that I am going to get "serious" about this blog. I even had to resist posting a second post yesterday. Is that annoying - when a blogger posts more than once a day? Does any other bloggers do that? I think as a blogging audience member, I enjoy when my favorite blogging folks post to their blog or update their You Tube channel AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE. Don't leave me hanging people! Currently, I am debating whether I should pay for web design instead of using the standard Blogger templates. No offense Blogger. It's just not my jam. I figure if I can make this blog what I want it to be aesthetically it will not only attract readers (I hope!), but will make me want to post regularly. We shall see. I have yet to make the fact that I have started "Sugar Britches" public knowledge, but did talk to my best friend forever last night and mentioned a few times "that should so go on my blog." Suddenly, I have become Barney from "How I Met Your Mother" sans the suits.
Speaking of suits, one of my goals now that I don't have that crazy law school distraction is to start looking more put together for work and honestly, just when I am out in public in general. Comfort has taken over my life. I am so lucky to work in such a casual work environment, but dressing for comfort doesn't really reflect the image I want to radiate. It's so weird that when I first entered "corporate America" when I was 20-years-old, I was required to dress in power suits and pumps. Let me tell you, nine years ago there were not cute suits for curvy women (which I am, thankyouverymuch). Think: tapered pants and shoulder pads. I looked like a walking upside down triangle. Each subsequent job I've had has ended up even more casual than the one before it. First and foremost though, I need to figure out what I can do with these awful bangs I cut myself the other night. No amount of cute clothing, make-up, clear skin, and on-point accessories are going to take away from this hideous fringe.
Besides wanting to project a better image at work, some of my post-law school goals are: get healthy (revamp my nonexistent diet/quit smoking - a habit that worsened due to school stress/work out), get this promotion at work (wish me luck!), and start managing my finances better. Two quotes that I came across recently which have really helped me become more productive and I know will help me through the process of achieving my goals are: "Do one thing today that will make your life easier tomorrow." -Unknown and "If I couldn't do everything, I wouldn't do anything." -Unknown. The second one really speaks to me because I am an overwhelmed perfectionist and if I can't do everything I just quit do anything. I am the very definition of "all or nothing." It's just a reminder that I shouldn't just avoid doing/changing something because I cannot do everything.
Enough of me waxing poetic. I hope y'all have a great weekend whether it being getting closer to achieving your own goals or setting a couple of goals or just some good ole R&R. I hope to do all three....but sleep...mostly sleep.
I decided that I am going to get "serious" about this blog. I even had to resist posting a second post yesterday. Is that annoying - when a blogger posts more than once a day? Does any other bloggers do that? I think as a blogging audience member, I enjoy when my favorite blogging folks post to their blog or update their You Tube channel AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE. Don't leave me hanging people! Currently, I am debating whether I should pay for web design instead of using the standard Blogger templates. No offense Blogger. It's just not my jam. I figure if I can make this blog what I want it to be aesthetically it will not only attract readers (I hope!), but will make me want to post regularly. We shall see. I have yet to make the fact that I have started "Sugar Britches" public knowledge, but did talk to my best friend forever last night and mentioned a few times "that should so go on my blog." Suddenly, I have become Barney from "How I Met Your Mother" sans the suits.
Speaking of suits, one of my goals now that I don't have that crazy law school distraction is to start looking more put together for work and honestly, just when I am out in public in general. Comfort has taken over my life. I am so lucky to work in such a casual work environment, but dressing for comfort doesn't really reflect the image I want to radiate. It's so weird that when I first entered "corporate America" when I was 20-years-old, I was required to dress in power suits and pumps. Let me tell you, nine years ago there were not cute suits for curvy women (which I am, thankyouverymuch). Think: tapered pants and shoulder pads. I looked like a walking upside down triangle. Each subsequent job I've had has ended up even more casual than the one before it. First and foremost though, I need to figure out what I can do with these awful bangs I cut myself the other night. No amount of cute clothing, make-up, clear skin, and on-point accessories are going to take away from this hideous fringe.
Besides wanting to project a better image at work, some of my post-law school goals are: get healthy (revamp my nonexistent diet/quit smoking - a habit that worsened due to school stress/work out), get this promotion at work (wish me luck!), and start managing my finances better. Two quotes that I came across recently which have really helped me become more productive and I know will help me through the process of achieving my goals are: "Do one thing today that will make your life easier tomorrow." -Unknown and "If I couldn't do everything, I wouldn't do anything." -Unknown. The second one really speaks to me because I am an overwhelmed perfectionist and if I can't do everything I just quit do anything. I am the very definition of "all or nothing." It's just a reminder that I shouldn't just avoid doing/changing something because I cannot do everything.
Enough of me waxing poetic. I hope y'all have a great weekend whether it being getting closer to achieving your own goals or setting a couple of goals or just some good ole R&R. I hope to do all three....but sleep...mostly sleep.
Thursday, May 15, 2014
Moe Howard, J.D.
I found out this morning that I passed all of my final exams and that I am now a graduate of law school. I went over how I was not walking at commencement in my last (first) blog post. So yes, I am officially declaring myself a graduate of law school although graduation is technically two days away. I have to go pick up my degree from school next week - ugh, I thought I was done with that place. Just kidding, I have to go back to do Bar exam prep in the Winter of this year. Side note: The Tennessee Bar is offered twice a year - July and February. I decided I deserve a break (if you call still working full-time a break), so I am going to wait until February 2015 to take the exam. I am sure I will have plenty more Bar fodder in subsequent posts.
Once I got my grades, I called my parents and told them. I told my dad that he can now refer to me as Daughter, J.D. His reply, "who is J.D.? Jacklyn Donovan?" Is that actually someone? I don't know and I am too lazy to Google it. I told him what it stood for (Doctor of Jurisprudence). "Dad, never mind J.D., just call me Doctor." Wait, why aren't law school graduates referred to as doctors? What the hell? I have asked a few people this question and I often get the same response: "you aren't a medical doctor." My response: "Neither is a Ph.D." LAWYERED.
Since I was at work when I checked my grades this morning, I told a few interested coworkers who I am friendly with. Within two minutes I had those coworkers I am not so friendly with coming up to me congratulating me. It is so very nice to be recognized, but at the same time holy crap, it's only been two minutes and I only told three people. That's my office for ya. News (whether it is true or not) travels fast. Honestly, gossip is about the only thing my coworkers do fast.
In other news, I made the decision not to have one of my gentleman callers over last night because he has an issue with destroying my property when we hang out (long story to be told very soon). I am regretting that decision as I was left alone for too long and sporadically decided at about 10 o'clock last night that I should trim my hair. I have trimmed my own hair in the past and even cut myself some super cute side-swept bangs. A broke girl's gotta do what a broke girl's gotta do. So once I lopped off some of my disgustingly scraggly ends I thought, "Oooh, I should cut myself some shorter side-swept bangs this time since they grew out so fast last time." I do my due diligence and watch the You Tube tutorial for cutting side-swept bangs and halfway through I think, "I want blunt bangs again!" So I cut and cut and cut some more. WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED?! I think I just blacked out. MAYBE IF I DYE MY HAIR IT WILL LOOK BETTER? This was about 10:30pm. Lesson #1: Never make decisions regarding your hair or commit an act in furtherance of these decisions past, let's say 7:30pm Eastern Standard Time. I applied "light brown" hair dye to my hair and settled into an awkward pose to avoid getting hair dye on my cream colored leather couch while I watched Hitch on the tube. I don't know why, but I can watch that movie every time it's on TV. I let it marinate and then wash it out. Hmmm, that's a lot darker than "light brown." MAYBE AFTER I DRY MY HAIR, THE BANGS AND THE COLOR WILL LOOK JUST LIKE WHAT I PICTURED. It's about 11:15pm at this point. Drying... drying... drying. HURRY UP AND DRY YOU STUPID HAIR. Okay, got my bangs dried. Look in the mirror. WHAT THE FUCK?! It's dark brown and I look like a monk. Lesson #2: Dammit, if I had just allowed my Hulked-out paramour come over last night, he would have ruined my belongings, but probably not my hair.
So, today my bangs are pinned back and soldered down with one-fourth of a can of lovely Aussie hairspray. I haven't figured out anything else to do with the dang things. I went during lunch to see if I could find some of those fake bangs (terrible idea). It's probably a good thing Walgreens didn't have any. Although, I did see a curly phony pony that I was so tempted to drape across my forehead. Silver lining: If perchance they decide to shoot ANOTHER rendition of "The Three Stooges" say, tomorrow, I am a shoo-in for Moe Howard.
P.S. I am trying to decide whether I should post a pic of this 'do (read: this don't). I don't know if I can be that raw and real with y'all yet though. I need all the readers I can get.
Once I got my grades, I called my parents and told them. I told my dad that he can now refer to me as Daughter, J.D. His reply, "who is J.D.? Jacklyn Donovan?" Is that actually someone? I don't know and I am too lazy to Google it. I told him what it stood for (Doctor of Jurisprudence). "Dad, never mind J.D., just call me Doctor." Wait, why aren't law school graduates referred to as doctors? What the hell? I have asked a few people this question and I often get the same response: "you aren't a medical doctor." My response: "Neither is a Ph.D." LAWYERED.
Since I was at work when I checked my grades this morning, I told a few interested coworkers who I am friendly with. Within two minutes I had those coworkers I am not so friendly with coming up to me congratulating me. It is so very nice to be recognized, but at the same time holy crap, it's only been two minutes and I only told three people. That's my office for ya. News (whether it is true or not) travels fast. Honestly, gossip is about the only thing my coworkers do fast.
In other news, I made the decision not to have one of my gentleman callers over last night because he has an issue with destroying my property when we hang out (long story to be told very soon). I am regretting that decision as I was left alone for too long and sporadically decided at about 10 o'clock last night that I should trim my hair. I have trimmed my own hair in the past and even cut myself some super cute side-swept bangs. A broke girl's gotta do what a broke girl's gotta do. So once I lopped off some of my disgustingly scraggly ends I thought, "Oooh, I should cut myself some shorter side-swept bangs this time since they grew out so fast last time." I do my due diligence and watch the You Tube tutorial for cutting side-swept bangs and halfway through I think, "I want blunt bangs again!" So I cut and cut and cut some more. WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED?! I think I just blacked out. MAYBE IF I DYE MY HAIR IT WILL LOOK BETTER? This was about 10:30pm. Lesson #1: Never make decisions regarding your hair or commit an act in furtherance of these decisions past, let's say 7:30pm Eastern Standard Time. I applied "light brown" hair dye to my hair and settled into an awkward pose to avoid getting hair dye on my cream colored leather couch while I watched Hitch on the tube. I don't know why, but I can watch that movie every time it's on TV. I let it marinate and then wash it out. Hmmm, that's a lot darker than "light brown." MAYBE AFTER I DRY MY HAIR, THE BANGS AND THE COLOR WILL LOOK JUST LIKE WHAT I PICTURED. It's about 11:15pm at this point. Drying... drying... drying. HURRY UP AND DRY YOU STUPID HAIR. Okay, got my bangs dried. Look in the mirror. WHAT THE FUCK?! It's dark brown and I look like a monk. Lesson #2: Dammit, if I had just allowed my Hulked-out paramour come over last night, he would have ruined my belongings, but probably not my hair.
So, today my bangs are pinned back and soldered down with one-fourth of a can of lovely Aussie hairspray. I haven't figured out anything else to do with the dang things. I went during lunch to see if I could find some of those fake bangs (terrible idea). It's probably a good thing Walgreens didn't have any. Although, I did see a curly phony pony that I was so tempted to drape across my forehead. Silver lining: If perchance they decide to shoot ANOTHER rendition of "The Three Stooges" say, tomorrow, I am a shoo-in for Moe Howard.
P.S. I am trying to decide whether I should post a pic of this 'do (read: this don't). I don't know if I can be that raw and real with y'all yet though. I need all the readers I can get.
Bloggity Blog Blog Blog
So, I have finally decided to start a blog. That's not true. I've started blogs in the past, just never stuck with them. I mean, Blogger says I've been a member since 2007. This is my first post. Actually, I think I made two other posts in 2007, but nothing worth keeping. What makes this blog different? Honestly, I don't know that there is something different about this one. I don't know that I will stick with blogging. What I do know is that I have plenty of stories to tell and now that I am done with law school (pending final grades - HURRY UP, SCHOOL!), I have decided that I should reinvest my time into something creative.
Yes, I have spent the last four years of my life in law school part-time while I also worked full-time (a "professional" and public service position at that). And, while I say it's been part-time school, the fewest credits I ever took was 11 credits and that was for one semester only. My law school graduation is this Saturday - three days from now. I decided months ago I am not walking at my commencement. I have had plenty of people look at me like I was crazy and strange (I am), when I told them I wasn't participating in graduation. So why am I not walking? Because, I don't care for my school (more on that later), especially don't care for most of my peers graduating (more on that later as well), the commencement is about 3 hours away at my university's main campus, and I never went into law school to "showboat." I don't fault anyone that wants to walk at graduation, it's just not my bag and I know I can still be proud of my MAJOR accomplishment without walking across a stage in a frumpy wool robe and hood. Although, the hood part sounds pretty awesome. So yes, this blog is finally a way for me to get my stories out and to let my creative juices flow (that sounds disgusting).
WARNING: I use a lot of parentheticals, ellipses, hyphens, exclamation points, and the like. It's like a disease. If you don't enjoy excessive punctuations (hey, not claiming they are being used correctly either), then please feel free to stop reading this (please don't). BUT, if you love funny stories about childhood, dating, school, work, and just random awkwardness, then I'm the blog for you.
Yes, I have spent the last four years of my life in law school part-time while I also worked full-time (a "professional" and public service position at that). And, while I say it's been part-time school, the fewest credits I ever took was 11 credits and that was for one semester only. My law school graduation is this Saturday - three days from now. I decided months ago I am not walking at my commencement. I have had plenty of people look at me like I was crazy and strange (I am), when I told them I wasn't participating in graduation. So why am I not walking? Because, I don't care for my school (more on that later), especially don't care for most of my peers graduating (more on that later as well), the commencement is about 3 hours away at my university's main campus, and I never went into law school to "showboat." I don't fault anyone that wants to walk at graduation, it's just not my bag and I know I can still be proud of my MAJOR accomplishment without walking across a stage in a frumpy wool robe and hood. Although, the hood part sounds pretty awesome. So yes, this blog is finally a way for me to get my stories out and to let my creative juices flow (that sounds disgusting).
WARNING: I use a lot of parentheticals, ellipses, hyphens, exclamation points, and the like. It's like a disease. If you don't enjoy excessive punctuations (hey, not claiming they are being used correctly either), then please feel free to stop reading this (please don't). BUT, if you love funny stories about childhood, dating, school, work, and just random awkwardness, then I'm the blog for you.
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