Oatmeal for Dinner & Other Signs of the Apocalypse

Greetings Friends,
It's finals over here and that means one thing. Meals are scarce (i.e., hopefully this starvation leads to looking great just in time for bikini season). I had oatmeal for dinner and Udeme had one measly piece of chicken for lunch. I don't know what Nicole had but as long as she didn't faint I'm going to assume she got enough calories for the day. Finals suck and one of the many unfortunate results of it being finals season if not even having enough time to make or eat a decent meal. Other unfortunate things: excessive intake of caffeine that leads to feeling like you just did an 8ball, taking 5 minute study breaks to watch Nightline, wondering if the library has a copy of "Don't Jump" on reserve, watching a YouTube video where a little girl gets blasted in the face by her father who is playing his video game much too intensely, etc. The ONLY positive of countless hours in the library is late night dance parties.
Anyways, in typical end of the year fashion we have a list of things to accomplish before heading our separate ways for the summer. These activities include:
1. Celebrating Cinco de Mayo at Lauriol Plaza (repeat of last year). I will be in attendance even though I will still have one more final to take.
2. Getting blackout and making poor decisions at the annual wife beater party.
3. Going to the zoo and trying not get stabbed
4. Going to the Holocaust museum? (Nicole is clearly trying to bring down the happiness vibe).
5. Couchin'
6. Getting blackout and making poor decisions at other locations.

The main thing is we cannot wait to say goodbye to 2L year. There's no doubt that the best is yet to come.

Pikachu out.

Books on Books on Books.

It’s that wretched time of the year again. Le Sigh. Final exam season is in full swing. That means caffeine highs for the girls, trips to the HUSL and Catholic University libraries, having sessions in my beloved desk chair, eating one meal a day etc. Thankfully, we got our fill yesterday here in the District thanks to livingsocial.com; who could ever say no to $1 meal? We sure didn’t. We ate a lovely lunch at Tesoros yesterday which happens to be right by the law school. I can say with confidence that that was the closest to a personal day that we will have until the end of exams. Ni-Cole and I are counting down to May 5th and Pikachu Sims will join us on May 9th. We have our minds set on getting quite loose to celebrate the end of our 2L year. It has been a rough and rocky one. We’re just praying to get through. It’s been hard to focus because that 1L newness and fear is long gone. So we are just trying to study as much as possible, and of course, we are hoping to yield good results. That is all…back to stuDYING.

In Brevity,

UBU

Exes, Kindly Exit Please

“Let’s not pretend that we’re cool with each other and that we’re friends…” You just read a piece from a semi scathing text sent from a certain someone to another certain (ignorant) someone who tried to act like everything was all kosher. This is a pet peeve of mine which triggered this ensuing blog post. We’re all human and we make mistakes. When you make a mistake that can alter or even end a relationship, you should follow a certain protocol.

You must acknowledge the wrong, attempt to make amends if you wish, and let the other decide if he/she is will to forgo the wrong. If they are unable to get over the mistake and they wish to end the relationship, then let them go and leave them be. It’s that simple. Sadly, there is no tort when it comes to love lost (for you wannabe smarty pants, loss of consortium doesn’t count here). Sure you could try and pin them for IIED but you’ve got to satisfy those outlandish elements. So when you’re underwhelmed by love and it fades along with your naiveté and there is no remedy for you, you need an exit strategy. Not for yourself, but for your ex-friend, ex-boyfriend etc. Sure, you might miss them, but you’ll get over it. So delete those texts, phone numbers, photographs and any other reminders of the person. They may be pleasant at first sight, but these are tricky triggers that will have you remembering the good times you had with the person and then you’ll fall into their trap. Once you’ve cleared the scene of any remnants of them, you can proceed with less caution and go on with life.

The problem comes when they want to pop up into your life again. It’s like that silly carnival game where you keep bopping those toy monsters and once you think they’re dead and gone, they burst into life again. You end up puzzled and you don’t know understand what it is that they don’t get. Why can’t he/she understand that it’s done? El fin. Over. Finito. BYE. You must let them know (especially the ones from Mars because they’re a slower breed at times). Spell it out and if you’re lucky, they’ll get it the first time around. And so, with class and style ask them to kindly exit your life because they mattered, if only, for a little while.

UBU

Is This Real Life??? Yes.

If this isn't real life, I don't know what is. It's about time we added this video:

Nice Guys...I'm Just Not That in to You

Now we have all heard the phrase nice guys finish last, and as sad as it may be I have come to fully understand and accept this notion. I can think of countless times where my friends and I have discussed a guy and the first and pretty much only thing we say about him is "Oh he's so nice," Now this is never in the context of damn he looks good, or I wonder if he's dating someone. This is always in the context of we are not attracted to him, don't care who he's dating or if he's dating. Recently I have begun to ask myself what exactly is it that is wrong with nice guys?

I'm happy to report that I have figured out the answer...at least the answer as it pertains to me. Overall, I'm a pretty quiet person, but when I talk I have a lot to say and I feel pretty strongly about whatever topic it is that the conversation reaches. With that said generally, nice guys bore the hell out of me. Why you ask? It is absolutely positively because they don't stand up to me. Even in regular trivial conversations they either agree with everything I'm saying because they think that's what I want to hear, or they don't disagree with enough passion to make me think they really have an opinion. The bottom line is that they are BORING. I don't feel like they can handle my sarcasm, and I'd rather not feel like the evil villain in a friendship or a relationship.

I'm not saying that I want someone mean that's gonna choke me out, or someone who isn't nice. I just don't want that Nice Guy. I want someone who isn't afraid to challenge me, someone who isn't afraid to disagree or argue with me. Someone who can argue passionately but fairly, understanding that each disagreement isn't a monumental failure of either person. Most of all someone who isn't totally afraid to hurt my feelings. I think the Nice Guy is just as likely to hurt my feelings as the Real Guy, but the difference is that the Nice Guy will hurt my feelings because he's too afraid to hurt my feelings (sheer avoidance), whereas the Real Guy is gonna hurt my feelings by being himself and just effing up. This Real Guy won't be so concerned with living up to a nice guy image that he cant be real, this guy will know that while I don't get hurt easily, I do get hurt. With the Real Guy small problems will stay small, while with the Nice Guy small problems will be the cracks in the foundation because we cannot be real with each other. I don't believe the Nice Guy can have a true perception of who I am.

I have had the privilege of dealing with both types of guys. I've had the difficult task of walking away from both types of guys. Honestly, I never miss the nice guys. They never told me to shut up or called me crazy. They never gave me credit for my humor or told me what they weren't going to do. They never took charge. Instead I miss the real guys, who werent afraid to be themselves straight from the jump. They had made mistakes before and didn't pretend to be perfect, but showed that they were willing to try. The Real Guy brings balance to my life that helps me be real with myself. The Nice Guy wants to live in my fantasy world.

I don't believe that these guys are so different or that they cannot exist within the same person. It is quite possible that the Nice Guy may meet the right girl at the right time for which they can be the Real Guy for. At the end of this whole Nice Guy rant, I have realized that I am much better at distinguishing the Nice Guy from the Real Guy now, and to the Nice Guys out there before we even begin...I'm just not that into you! I don't need your niceness but if you want to show me your realness I'll show you mine ;)

Nic

Wale - The Break Up Song (Full Official Version)

I really love this video for many reasons and we can all relate to it, albeit some of us more than others, but if it applies to you then it applies to you.

Nic