December 2010
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November.
I went home, again. For Thanksgiving. And oh, what a Thanksgiving it was. Spending five uninterrupted days with my mother and brother with nary a Xanax prescription between us meant that I was doomed for some top notch dysfunction. And sure enough, they pulled through. But I decided to be proactive. Instead of succumbing to the familial insanity, I battled it the best ways I know how....
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November.
I went home, again. For Thanksgiving. And oh, what a Thanksgiving it was. Spending five uninterrupted days with my mother and brother with nary a Xanax prescription between us meant that I was doomed for some top notch dysfunction. And sure enough, they pulled through. But I decided to be proactive. Instead of succumbing to the familial insanity, I battled it the best ways I know how....
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October.
It was a month of introspection. Unintentional introspection, but introspection nonetheless. I considered the effects of my actions. I weighed whether to continue clinging to a long-lost friendship. Inwardly, I debated the future of my career.
And then, out of nowhere, I mourned.
I found out first thing in the morning. I woke up to an iPhone with a single email. I sat up in bed, read it,...
September.
My glorious summer at Legal Services finally came to an end, and I had to go back to the firm. I was annoyed, to say the least. Going back to the firm meant going back to long hours, office politics, and (perhaps the thing I dreaded the most) my terrible officemate.
But I wasn’t as mad as I could have been, because I was going back to the The Real World during my favorite time of year:...
September.
My glorious summer at Legal Services finally came to an end, and I had to go back to the firm. I was annoyed, to say the least. Going back to the firm meant going back to long hours, office politics, and (perhaps the thing I dreaded the most) my terrible officemate.
But I wasn’t as mad as I could have been, because I was going back to the The Real World during my favorite time of year:...
August.
I was lucky, I suppose, that I had so many weddings to attend this summer. I went out of town almost weekly, either to a wedding itself, or one of the pre-wedding events. Bouncing around the country solved my wanderlust; it also reminded me that, try as I might, I can’t go home again.
Nowhere was this more clear than when I went to Seattle for a high school friend’s wedding. I lived...
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August.
I was lucky, I suppose, that I had so many weddings to attend this summer. I went out of town almost weekly, either to a wedding itself, or one of the pre-wedding events. Bouncing around the country solved my wanderlust; it also reminded me that, try as I might, I can’t go home again.
Nowhere was this more clear than when I went to Seattle for a high school friend’s wedding. I lived...
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July.
It was hot. Really, ungodly, excruciatingly hot. New York suffered from a heat wave that seemed to go on forever. At first, I relished in it, thinking of the winter, forcing myself to enjoy long walks home during my summer commute over the Brooklyn Bridge.
When that got too much for me, I retreated to the islands. Coney Island, in particular:
Turns out, the breeze on The Cyclone is no...
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June.
The beginning of Wedding Extravaganza 2010. And oh boy, what an extravaganza it was.
My good friend and former roommate from Charlottesville married the man of her dreams. The wedding itself was awesome. The being a bridesmaid part? Eh, not so much. But somehow, during the wedding itself, I found a way to relax after my strenuous bridesmaid duties:
But June wasn’t all cocktails and...
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May.
Do you remember that day every year in college, that first warm day after a hellish winter, when everyone spends as much time as possible outside, getting sun and lounging around in the quad/lawn/whatever, and just generally enjoying the fact that they’re not trudging through snow under several layers of fleece? That day still exists, post-college, in New York. The Dude calls it...
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June.
The beginning of Wedding Extravaganza 2010. And oh boy, what an extravaganza it was.
My good friend and former roommate from Charlottesville married the man of her dreams. The wedding itself was awesome. The being a bridesmaid part? Eh, not so much. But somehow, during the wedding itself, I found a way to relax after my strenuous bridesmaid duties:
But June wasn’t all cocktails and...
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May.
Do you remember that day every year in college, that first warm day after a hellish winter, when everyone spends as much time as possible outside, getting sun and lounging around in the quad/lawn/whatever, and just generally enjoying the fact that they’re not trudging through snow under several layers of fleece? That day still exists, post-college, in New York. The Dude calls it...
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April.
I went on an amazing adventure. No, not The Amazing Race (although, I feel like I could totally kick ass on that show since two lawyers won in the past, and, let’s face it, attorneys are not known for their athletic prowess). Instead, April marked the beginning of four months working at a legal aid organization doing housing law.
At first, I was excited, especially since this was coming at...
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March.
I worked. Christ, did I work. I billed almost 300 hours. That’s nearly 75 hours a week for four weeks. That’s more than 10 hours a day for 31 days. And that only counts the time that I was actually working. It doesn’t count when I was sleeping, or eating, or, you know, drinking at the office. (It does, however, include the time I spent getting a bikini wax. I stand by it.) Sometimes, it was worth...
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April.
I went on an amazing adventure. No, not The Amazing Race (although, I feel like I could totally kick ass on that show since two lawyers won in the past, and, let’s face it, attorneys are not known for their athletic prowess). Instead, April marked the beginning of four months working at a legal aid organization doing housing law.
At first, I was excited, especially since this was coming at...
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March.
I worked. Christ, did I work. I billed almost 300 hours. That’s nearly 75 hours a week for four weeks. That’s more than 10 hours a day for 31 days. And that only counts the time that I was actually working. It doesn’t count when I was sleeping, or eating, or, you know, drinking at the office. (It does, however, include the time I spent getting a bikini wax. I stand by it.) Sometimes, it was worth...
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March.
I worked. Christ, did I work. I billed almost 300 hours. That’s nearly 75 hours a week for four weeks. That’s more than 10 hours a day for 31 days. And that only counts the time that I was actually working. It doesn’t count when I was sleeping, or eating, or, you know, drinking at the office. (It does, however, include the time I spent getting a bikini wax. I stand by it.)...
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February.
I almost died.
Well, okay, fine. I suppose that, depending on things like your definition of “died,” that may not be entirely true. But if you had seen me afterwards, you would have assumed as much. Because this is basically what happened when I decided, at age 27, after living a life full of complete and total klutziness, armed with nothing but a butt pad and a smile, to try winter...
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February.
I almost died.
Well, okay, fine. I suppose that, depending on things like your definition of “died,” that may not be entirely true. But if you had seen me afterwards, you would have assumed as much. Because this is basically what happened when I decided, at age 27, after living a life full of complete and total klutziness, armed with nothing but a butt pad and a smile, to try winter...
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January.
It was New Years.
I woke up on the last day of 2009 in New York, but I rang in 2010 in Charlottesville. Back then, that was the only place that really felt like home.
The Dude was gone for what seemed like forever. I missed him. God, did I miss him. I missed him more than I knew it was possible for me to miss someone. He came home, left, came home, then left again, unexpectedly. I worried,...
In Which My Apartment Becomes a Meme
I thought I had bought my roommate the best Christmas present ever, you guys. I mean, really, how is it even possible to top a Joe Biden mug with “BFD” written in giant letters?
Well, it’s possible. And here’s how:
On Saturday, I came home to find this framed photo hanging in my living room. From left to right, we have the following:
Matt Damon, in a reindeer...
I'm not NOT watching the latest episode of "The...
Me: Can I just say, at the outset, that I really like Lisa?
M: I LOVE LISA. If you were British, you would be Lisa.
Me: BEST COMPLIMENT EVER.
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joyengel asked: Last night I had a dream that there was a global tuna fish sandwich shortage and I had the only two remaining tuna sandwiches. Obviously everyone in the world wanted to steal my sandwich, but I was unwilling to share. You were like, Joy, tuna is my favorite! And I was like, Julia, it has mayonnaise! Then you said that it was a well proportioned! So then I shared with you.
joyengel asked: Last night I had a dream that there was a global tuna fish sandwich shortage and I had the only two remaining tuna sandwiches. Obviously everyone in the world wanted to steal my sandwich, but I was unwilling to share. You were like, Joy, tuna is my favorite! And I was like, Julia, it has mayonnaise! Then you said that it was a well proportioned! So then I shared with you.
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“Do you want to be in charge of the Murray’s cheese and meat selection?”
– A friend, in reference to planning our New Year’s Eve dinner. I don’t think that I’ve ever answered a question in the affirmative so quickly.
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Words I Hate In No Particular Order, Volume 2
(Find volume 1 here)
Lover, unless you’re Rachel Dratch or Will Ferrell, and especially if you’re Sarah Jessica Parker
iPad, when preceded by Sent from my
Whilst, because I think that sometimes it might be grammatically correct, and maybe I’m ignorant for thinking otherwise, but CHRIST does using it make you sound like a pretentious asshole
Parallel, because I have...
Words I Hate In No Particular Order, Volume 2
(Find Volume 1 here)
Lover, unless you’re Rachel Dratch or Will Ferrell, and especially if you’re Sarah Jessica Parker
iPad, when preceded by Sent from my
Whilst, because I know that maybe sometimes it’s grammatically correct, and maybe I’m ignorant for thinking otherwise, but CHRIST does using it make you sound like a pretentious asshole
Parallel, because I have...
FIFA Chief Under Fire For Saying Gays Should Avoid... →
Homosexuals “should refrain from any sexual activities” while attending the 2022 World Cup in Qatar, FIFA President Sepp Blatter said Monday.
Today, the International Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Trans and Intersex Association and other gay rights activists arecondemning his words — and renewing their objection to having the tournament played in a country where homosexual behavior is...
gasp-shock replied to your photo:So, you guys know that I never do this sort of…
Julia, is there a scent you recommend? I love the packaging, thanks for educating the masses on this great find!
M. gave me the fir and blue sage for Christmas, which I think is the most “wintry” of her current scents. I also ordered the mint and geranium one for The Dude’s parents. But...
“You gave me mad cred last night amongst the secretarial ranks.”
– My coworker, on our office holiday party. I have no idea what he’s talking about, but honestly, I feel like that’s probably for the best.
I just picked up a prescription that I should...
The bottle has one of those “drowsy eye” alcohol warnings. However, my work holiday party is tonight.
I think I’m going to take it as a “winking eye alcohol suggestion” and call it a night.
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