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| The one year. Yes. Its gotten to that point. We've moved in and are officially co-habitating. He even let me have the walk-in closet.
So... now what?
Apparently it's gotten down to talking about kids and their religion or their schooling (I say private preferrably at Le Rosey but he says public. I say no way.)
Dude. I even had a dream I had a kid with m.c. it was fuckin' freaky.... cuz' well, I had a kid... but nonetheless my kid was freakin' cute too....
AAAAAHHHH!!!
(And she was filming a commercial for either like Ernst & Young or PWC cuz' we were apparently multi-millionares..)
Okay, if I was greedy I'd like this dream to apparently come true...but... the kid part... ehhh...
I've never been much of a mother figure.
Either way...
I've had no time lately, but that's cuz' I chose to *stay out of trouble* .... unless we include the little *hiccup* at the beginning of this month...
2 summer jobs, 3 summer classes.
I have no life. BUT THIS THURSDAY will be the end of it.
Sulli's next Friday? That's a date for sure!
And its going to be one year that i've been in a monogamous, heterosexual relationship - completely faithful.
I know, hell hasn't frozen over yet.
wish me luck on this one
actually, no - I've come to realize that 1) taking time off was a good thing - school, boys, etc.
2) Taking my time is another .... - school, boys, etc.
and 3) it's okay to look... just not touch.... *ahem* boys, girls...boys, girls....
yeah.
my ex wants to move to tucson with her new g/f.
that should be interesting. i can see it now - her, her new g/f, me and m.c. ... all around the dinner table...trying ever so hard to avoid the subject ...
and the answer to that question would be yes. i did.
i'm not sure if my own pre-nup should have a threesome clause... i wasn't exactly thrilled with the last one i had... neither is m.c.
*ding a ling* yo... wedding bells and what not.
i've decided that for my wedding i'm going to have a Monday night potluck - invite everybody over ... and then announce that its my wedding.
happily ever after. (only if i get wings AND celery sticks though....)
tee hee.
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| AAAAAHHHHH!!!!
LAST DAY OF EXAMS!!
Finally!! Who kicked ass? I DIIIIIIDDD!! Yeah BITCHES?!!?!?
Okay, less procrastination - more studying.
Oh, and DID YOU GUYS REMEMBER TO VOTE?!?!
baaah! 
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| because i suck at being a girl...Awww crap!
Man, you know I'm REALLY NOT good at this girliness thing...I think I've just gone and fucked it up... *sigh*
SO - here's the deal, yeah I was worried and crap, and I got kicked out
of my house for about 2 hours...why? Because of VALENTINE's day...
And in the end - it was perfect.
Balloons, and personalized/custom everything. Added onto the fact that
everything I recieved was insanely hard to find/buy/recieve etc. *Grrr*
Me?
I got him one of those cool book things... -_-' and a card, and a website.
While I DO have to admit that having pink, white and red balloons
cascade down upon you, while screaming and jumping up and down on your
bed as you spy your presents is a little bit of a more feminine thing
to do.....
I just had nothing equivalent to that to present m.c.
So... there you have it, I'm a horribly terrible un-romantic person - and yeah, my boyfriend is the shit.
*NYAAAAHH!* 
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| *hello!
i miss you,
how are you?
I love you...
goodbye*
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this semester has been... *tiring*
i go from work to class, to class to work to sleep.
and all the hours in between, i either am doing work (for work) or work (for school) BAAAAHHH!!!
apparently, i suppose this is the *mellowing out* of the *coupledom-hood* ... if there is such a word?
yeah, i'm a little surprised at myself - *for example* the insane
amount of PINK - PINK EVERYWHERE!?!? WHAT THE FUCK?!!? I've never been
a *pink* kind of girl in the first place ....
and get this - i get catty and jealous too.. .WHAT THE FUCK!?!?
apparently - the trend now is to NOT be single, cuz' after I went
public with the BF, all of my other *Single*(guy) friends (that I hang
out with a lot) - have now settled into coupledom as well...
i suppose its nice you know? unexpected flowers (!!!! FLOWERS!!!!?!?!?) and presents.....
wait. no no no - i'm not just in it for all of that now....
*but its nice*
at least this one is stubborn and knows girls well enough - even when
she tells you she doesn't need flowers, you still get them for her....
why?
because, it's just what you're supposed to do.
*i secretly suspect he went to good boyfriend school*
fucking a.
i'm a pathetic sap.
UGH!
at least I know he supports my decision to look into becoming a
corporate lawyer so I can have no morals or soul on the job! WHOO!
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| ONE MORE FUCKING DAY!?!? AAARRRGGGHH!?!?
Not like I'm stressed or anything . . . well, not too much . . .
I think I've come to the realization that my professors write me
insanely good recommendations and are willing to support my slacker ass
why? -
Because we've all been there before.
Okay, so I'll admit it - I'm one honest fucking chick - the thing is,
sure yeah - I totally fucked up my life and what not (speaking of which
- I'm contemplating filing for chapter 11 - BANKRUPTCY for you
non-legal laypeople out there - but yeah, at least it would totally cut
all of the ex-husband, Jackie-shopping-spree debts no?)
BUT - whilist perusing through the bric-a-brac at the street fair this
past weekend, I heard - HEY! JACKIE! - and turned around to see my
professor from two years ago. (Along with a classmate I've had in two
or three of my classes and Yoyo's little cousin Anka. . . and a billion
other people at the street fair I just *happened* to know)
Anyway - coming off that tangent - I suppose, it's not really the
grades you're going to make in life - it's just really how your
professors are going to remember you.
Down the line - 5 years / 10 years from now - when you're an alum, or
if you're going back for your masters - do you really think they're
going to care that you were an overworked crazy grade hungry
overachiever?
I don't think so, not really - on the other hand, being completely genuine about their class will.
Simply put - I've been getting damn fucking good grades on my final
papers and exams - without the added stress of deadlines and failing
grades looming over my head.
(well, that and getting to know most of all of the justice court and
city court judges who would most likely write me damn fucking good
recommendations)
- so law school?
fuck yeah.
and this is the jackie-guide to getting everything you'd like in life.
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