And the race is on…

Before I begin today’s post I’d just like to say to my readers, no matter how small in number you are, that I don’t mind you copying, printing, and/or sending my posts to friends or family members as long as you leave the post exactly as I wrote it and you don’t claim it as your own. That may sound cocky or whatever, but hey I don’t want my thoughts claimed by others.

Well the time has come for yet another semester of college, and this time I can see the future up ahead. This semester and then the next one, and then, God willing, I will be on my way to law school. I am still clinging to the hope that I will do fantastic on my LSAT and get into Vand, but UT Knoxville would not be too bad either. I have one last year to make the most of my college experience, which means more football games, more parties, more relaxing, and just plain more living. With a year left, the race is on to be smarter, stronger, faster, better.The real world is looming, and it can be a scary s-o-b. Not only is there the whole law school thing, but also passing the bar, finding a job, and everything else. But I’m not going to think about that, not right now. I’m going to live in the moments.

So Mock Trial begins tommorrow night, and I’m really excited. I have a very good feeling about it. My favorite coach Brandi puts it best when she gives us our pre-tournament pep talk. She always tells us that we are in the perfect moment of a tournament; there are no ballots lost, and both a perfect record and first place finish are possible. She reminds us that our goal is to make that moment last as long as possible. That’s where we are now, at the beginning of a season when perfection is possible and there are no ballots or tournaments lost. I intend to make it last the entire season, but that’s just me. We’ll see how ti goes, but I’ve got faith in our team. Middle will be a mock trial power house once more.

Anyway, back to that whole living in the moment business. I intend to do a great deal of living. I’ll be spontaneous and relaxed; I will be a lot less evil and sarcastic, ok well maybe not considering who I am, but I will be more fun to be around I hope. I’m going to make the most of this one last year, and then carry that ‘make the most of it’ attitude with me through it all. Well at least  I’m going to try. Here’s to the next year; here’s to being alive.

This post has been sort of fragmented and pointless. Better post tomorrow, hopefully, or maybe Friday. I swear I’m becoming an addict.

Quote of the Day: “I could really use to lose my Catholic conscience
‘Cause I’m getting sick of feeling guilty all the time” – “Consequence Free”, Great Big Sea

And so, I blog…

I’ve determined that I should blog more. I mean this thing is a waste of space if I don’t do enough blogging. So I will try to update daily, or at least two or three times a week. Meanwhile in the world of Lucky, life goes on. It’s dull, draining, and not much fun, but it does go on. My flashdrive, which contained a large quantity of writing, has decided to keel over, and that pisses me off to no end. I’ll probably take it somewhere and get the data recovered, if it isn’t too expensive. I’ve immersed myself in book after book, since I am still without a car and therefore cannot get a job. I think Da has finally broken down and realized that I can’t get a title for the green p-o-s. I’m really hoping he has because I’ve got to get a set of wheels in order to get my bum to class everyday. That was really off topic. Anyway, I’ve gone through several books, and I still refuse to read Twilight because of all the screaming fans who have for the most part ruined the book for me.

I’ve finally gotten around to formatting the desktop, which is as I type downloading the 66 updates that it needs, and it’s present location is frustrating because I have to work from my bed. That is not as comfortable as it would seem considering. However I will be able to use it for some of the things that are more difficult to do with my laptop. Also on the ‘computer’ front. I’ve taken to making forum skins, and I really like it. This is my site: Starlights, and I made it without using Photoshop, a program I would die for right now. I’m still working on my first skin, improving it, but it’s already as nice a skin as I’ve ever done.

I’m registering to take the LSAT in October, and it scares the crap out of me. I’ve been informed by all my professors and those who’ve already taken the test that the logic games section is the hardest, and that if I can manage that and do well, I will have a high score. I need that high score to get into Vandy, especially since my GPA isn’t extremely high, it’s only a 3.3, and I don’t have enough extracurriculars to look incredible on an application. So I’m going to start scholarship huntingand start looking at applications to the law schools and writing essays and getting letters of recommendation. The time has come for me to get into law school.

Spoony took his application for the sheriff’s department to be notarized last monday, and he’s gotten a lot of things together since that terrible revalation. As for his choice in jobs, I’d like him to pick a safer way to make a living, like driving cars that go 180MPH haha kudos to you if you get that joke, but I support him in whatever he chooses to do. He’s getting into website travel agent type deal, and at this point every little bit helps us get to the point where everything is better. I plan on moving out when I go to law school, and if everything goes as planned Spoony and I can get everything back the way it should be. And that brings us to the end of today’s blog and the quote of the day. Yay, Shakespeare!

Quote of the day: “The course of true love never did run smooth”. A Midsummer Night’s Dream (Act I, Scene I); William Shakespeare

Hark, Lucky speaks…

Ok, so I’m a terrible about this blogging thing. I hate that I never update as frequently as I would like to. Every time I decide to update something happens, and I fail to do it. Part of it is that I don’t like to post short pointless blurbs because a stupid part of me wants to give my, probably non-existent, readers something with substance. So here is a somewhat rambling and somewhat cohesive attempt at updating. I promise that I will try to update more frequently. That way you won’t think I have fallen off the face of the planet in some sort of bizarre accident.

Spoony and I saw Forbidden Kingdom at the theater, and it was a really awesome movie. I’m a total freak who fails at being a girl, but I love movies like that; I’ve always loved action and fantasy and I’m not really ashamed of it. That was the last date we’ve had, much to my disappointment, and we didn’t even get to see each other on our aniversary. He got me a gift certificate to get a mani/pedi as a present, and I’ve yet to be able to use it. He said he chose that gift because, and it’s true, I always complain about not being enough of a girl for him. He said it was a girly gift; he’s such a sweetheart. I don’t know how a guy I love so much can be so frustrating. Spoony works constantly, to the point of allowing himself to actually become sick from the exhaustion. And yet he won’t stop. He works full time already and is trying to get a second job, part time. I still don’t get why he needs it, even though he has told me his reason. Part of the reason I’m so upset is that I’m worried; I’m terrified of the phone call saying he’s managed to work himself into a hospital bed. And the other part is at least on some level selfish. I will never get to see him. I know what happens when he works like that. He never has anytime off, and that leaves us on the very farthest back burner. I can be patient, but patient shouldn’t mean never seeing him. This will be just as difficult as the distance, if not worse. Wish me luck.

Next on the list of things that I wanted to blab about tonight is something any American reader who drives can understand. What the hell is up with the gas prices these days. And don’t leave me comments on how it is all Bush’s fault. This is not a political post, nor is the focus of this blurb politics. It’s more economics than anything. It’s unethical and dishonorable to price gouge, and when a family has to choose between food/medicine and gas to go to work to buy more gas, there is something seriously wrong. I propose a significant fine on the major oil companies for every month their price is unreasonably high. These prices mena everything else is just as expensive. Studies have shown that the reason my gallon of milk costs me nearly five dollars is that my gallon of gas costs nearly four dollars if not more. This is why I refuse to do corporate law. I will not being some corporation’s hired gun to help them steal from the everyday people in this world. I do have a sense of ethics even if I want to be a lawyer.

I feel old lately. I mean I’ll be 21 in September, which means I’m not really old , but seriously, things have made me feel practically ancient. Songs come on the radio, and I remember when the song first came out, back when I was in grade school. I remember when gas was a $1.25 instead on $3.75, which by the way  made me feel like my grandmother because she always talks about gas being even less than that. Every time I think about things that become cool again, I remember when they were cool and I was in grade school. Like my kid brother was making hornets, and I was like ”Kid, I was making them, shooting them, and getting hornet ’stings’ way back when.” I then proceeded to unfold and trash them all because I remembered when kids got suspended for them.  Hornets, for those of you who don’t know, are pieces of paper, folded tightly, and are made so they are small but thick projectile weapons to be shot using rubberbands.

And finally, perhaps I won’t make such a bad wife after all. I manage this house pretty damn well, and I’m just the daughter. I practically play mother to all three other people in this house. I make sure there is food cook, laundry done. It’s me who makes the shopping list, who makes sure that everyone gets the things they need. I can cook, and I love to cook. I can handle the laundry and the dishes all while working on a paper or sorting out my kid brother’s homework problems. I’m hopelessly in love with Spoony, and we connect so well. I’m becoming in tune to his needs, emotions, etc. I’m not saying I’ll be susy homemaker, but I will be a good wife. If I can manage the stress.

To the salvage yard, Batman…

This Lucky… she looks angry and grouchy… this is what she looks like when she discovers that she has to buy a whole side-view mirror for her blazer because someone knocked the glass out and then the piece that the glass attaches to fell out on her way to campus this morning.

So here is what happened: My mom somehow managed to her hit the driver’s side side-view mirror with her shoulder the earlier. She hit it pretty hard because her shoulder has been really sore ever since and yesterday my kid brother found the glass in the driveway where it had fallen out the night before. Apparently the guy I bought it from a year ago knocked the glass out and reattached it with regular silicone, meaning it wasn’t very secure in the first place. So I had to drive the damn thing with no side-view mirror yesterday and planned on going to Advanced to get adhesive today. But that would just be too easy.

I was on my way down 96 when I noticed the mirror looked odd, like something was missing, but sometimes I’m just paranoid about my blazer. So I take it to the car wash cause I’m running early and my father was refusing to work on it until I got it washed and it desperately needs an O2 sensor and spark plugs put in it. The thing is getting 13  miles to the gallon when it should be getting 22 and that’s really bad considering that gas was $2.51at Walmart with a gift card.

But then I get to campus and realize that something is off, the outer cover for the mirror is hanging off and I get out to fix it after I park. That’s when I realize there is piece missing. I got the glass out and tried to put it back, just to make sure I can, and it didn’t go back. So when I get home I’ve got to call Averrit’s and pray they have a side-view mirror that fits my blazer and it they don’t I have to call Pelham’s and pray they do. Then tomorrow morning I get to go get one and put it on. Not cool.