Well, this tumblr, anyway.
It has come to my attention that certain people are lurking here and taking what I say elsewhere to harass others.
I loved being able to come here and say whatever I wanted without having to worry about it. Only FOUR people from my real life know about this blog. I was shielded. But now there’s been a breach.
I used to bitch about the evolution of Tumblr… it used to be all grown ups, mostly thoughtful people and now the place is overrun with children. But the funny part is, there are 15 year olds here that are more mature than what I’m dealing with.
So, anyway. Here’s the deal. I’m taking my ball and going to play elsewhere. I’ll leave this up ‘cause it records THREE years of memories and I’ll be damned if I let anyone interfere with that. But I’m getting a new Tumblr where I can go back to speaking freely from now on.
So, if you care enough use my ask anything and let me know and I’ll give you the new url. Make sure you don’t ask anon ‘cause I’m not divulging the info to those. Sorry about the extra work!
P.S.: I’m giving myself MAD props right now for my restraint in crafting this post ‘cause there’s much more I want to say…but I won’t out of respect. I’m thoroughly pissed off and sad that I’m having to do this.
but I’m sitting here instead watching Nevermind the Buzzcocks and seriously considering the Pace Law London program.
- Woke up to three little monkeys piled on top of me
- Play Raskulls pretty much all day with said monkeys. (It’s addictive…. $10 on XBLA = totally worth it)
- Homemade quesadillas with homemade salsa for lunch
- Missed out on the BBQ at the Sheas’ because the boys all decided to take a nap around the time we were supposed to leave
- Because we missed the BBQ I had to resort to breakfast for dinner
- Cooked up a batch of Caldo Verde (Portuguese Kale Soup) to freeze
- Veggietales sing along
- Kids finally in bed… gonna go enjoy the fuck out of this cigarette (I don’t smoke in front of them so on the days I have them by the time they go to bed I’m dying for one)
My trainer KICKED MY ASS as we came up with a workout plan. And then he yelled at me when I said I was gonna have KFC for lunch and made me go to Subway and get something healthier… with whole wheat bread (yuck) and VEGETABLES (double yuck).
I can barely move. I hate every second of it, hate every second after it… but I’m 30 now and I need to take care of myself before things go downhill… plastic surgery can only fix so much.
What he says: “Carol, are you dating anyone? ‘Cause I understand we are divorced, I just want you to be honest with me so I can move on.”
What he really means: “Carol, are you dating anyone? ‘Cause if you are I’m going to make your life a living hell and accuse you of having started whatever you have going on before we were divorced and just be an angry asshole all around.”
Had this conversation SEVERAL times over the weekend. Also: was asked to go back to my maiden name, was told to take my cat and every last thing of mine out of his house, had to explain myself exhaustively because I happened to bring my Xbox with me on my trip (yeah, I don’t get that one either.)
Conversely, here’s what I say and what I really mean:
What I say: “…”
What I really mean: “I don’t really care enough to ask and I know you’re not gonna volunteer the information ‘cause you want to stay on your high horse and make me feel like a bad person for moving on but, God, I sure hope you’re dating someone and they make you happy so you can leave me the fuck alone.”
I missed the days when ending a relationship meant ignoring phone calls and avoiding places where you might run into the ex.
This whole divorce process and having to deal with my ex-husband FOREVER because of the kids is the most draining situation I’ve ever experienced in my life. Control was a huge issue for him and now that he can’t really tell me what to do anymore he uses the kids to try to control me.
I’m supposed to have the boys this weekend but we had agreed months ago that this was going to be my only weekend off from school and that we would switch so I could go away. But because he’s not happy about where I’m going and what I’m doing he decided to make things as hard as possible for me by dumping the boys over here for today and tomorrow.
He knows I have to pack and organize things and start my readings ‘cause I’ll only have a few days before school starts once I come back. He knows I have to run errands and have a meeting with the school district about Gio. He knows I watch the kids at least 2 extra nights a week when it’s not my days because I don’t mind spending extra time with them and I have no social life anyway.
And yet, he goes out of his way to fuck me over. Amazing.
Now that I’m free from Law School hell for a whole two weeks, I wanna get back to working on my French (language #4, thankyouverymuch.) I try to read the Paris Match and Le Monde websites. Paris Match is fine but a lot of Le Monde’s articles are news I already read on the NY Times that day so I get lazy and start guessing what’s written instead of really working to understand it.
Stayed up until 6am (not even studying), slept until 11am.
Got up and stumbled to The Peekskill Coffee House for some breakfast (or lunch, whatever) which was the first meal I’ve had since Friday (all I had yesterday was a cup of coffee, many redbulls and a handful of chips.)
Then I was tired all day and couldn’t focus on anything… Still tired. The only time I got my ass off the couch was to go downstairs ‘cause Bill stopped by to give me notes and his copy of the FRCP. Came back up and laid down again…
Now I’m gonna try to catch up. I think I have personal jurisdiction down (even though I keep forgetting the difference between in rem and quasi in rem) and I get subject matter jurisdiction too. I’m stuck on the Erie doctrine… I get the big picture but I have a hard time distinguishing between substantive and procedural (how’s a statute of limitations not procedural? doesn’t make sense.) If I can’t tell the difference I don’t know which test to apply. Worst case scenario I’ll just go with federal trumps state law… statistically speaking, that’s the answer most of the time.
So all I need to worry about is res judicata, claim preclusion and issue preclusion. The professor went over this on the last two classes and I paid no attention ‘cause 1. he had already called on me this semester and 2. I was busy on facebook.
Let’s hope all the knowledge just pours into this airhead of mine :)
