<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522</id><updated>2011-12-13T20:01:49.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a Law School Drama Queen</title><subtitle type='html'>You can email me at lawschool.dramaqueen@gmail.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-115320451318370482</id><published>2006-07-17T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T23:35:14.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day In the Life</title><content type='html'>9ish: Wake-up&lt;br /&gt;      Check cell for time and any missed calls&lt;br /&gt;      Contemplate checking Facebook to tag photos posted last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:11: Back to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noonish: Awakened by disturbing phone call from father&lt;br /&gt;         Learn bank account is overdrafted; receive on lecture financial responsibility; learn that daddy will give me money, but he will not deposit it my account for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:05: Arise to go and get said check from father to deposit before 1:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:11: Check facebook, email, myspace, cell phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1ish: Obtain necessary funds and deposit in account so as to appear on this business day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:27: Realize extreme hunger&lt;br /&gt;      Carefully contemplate lunch options available at the club&lt;br /&gt;      Realize I am sick of all culinary creation available at said club&lt;br /&gt;      Consider spending some of recently obtained funds on lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:30-2:10: Drive around aimlessly attempting to decide what to eat for lunch while sending various text/ making various calls to ascertain exactly what went down last weekend and what might be on the agenda for the evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:28: Arrive at El Porton in sheer desperation to dine alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:31: Order Chimichanga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:32: Send various texts about sad state of my life informing friends that I am in fact the sad patron who dines alone in a dirty Mexican restaurant long after the lunch crowds are gone but prior to the supper crowd's arrival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:33: Waiter must have seen desperate hunger in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:34: Waiter brings chiminchanga but is not fried (see previous entry, I'm quite certain the kind waiter realized there was no time to fry said culinary creation as I might die in the mean time), so its more like a chicken burrito but I quickly inhale it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:35: Finish said lunch, contemplate that ElPo has a much more diverse staff than it used to; wonder why they don't only employ Mexicans and claim that "cultural necessity or authenticity or whatever the hell that was" exemption to title vii that I'm fairly certain law professor mentioned in fair employment practices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:36: Vow to pay better attention in class next semester so I can answer my own questions when I have such random thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.2 seconds later: Realize that will never happen, who am I kidding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:38: Ask waiter for check; quickly throw cash on the table; make hasty retreat from restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:47: Return to my couch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next 3 hours: Facebook&lt;br /&gt;              MySpace&lt;br /&gt;              Email&lt;br /&gt;              Google Chat&lt;br /&gt;              Think about how it may be too hot all week to make it to the "office"&lt;br /&gt;              Contemplate driving to the club for a slush puppy, but decide to settle for a diet dr. pepper&lt;br /&gt;              Laughing hysterically while viewing photos of the previous weekends shenanigans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually who am I kidding that was more like 5 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point during all this: receive facebook message requesting my presence at Rehab at the Beauty Shop this evening only to inform friend Rehab at the Betty Ford is probably more appropriate for someone in my situation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7ish: Start to watch a movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:45: Realize I have not paid attention to said movie because I have been too busy looking at random shit on facebook and myspace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:47: Start movie over; promptly fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10ish: Wake up, only to discover I am hungry again&lt;br /&gt;       Also discover I have received another excellent text message; forward said excellent message to cousin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:07: Check facebook for any new photo comments/ wall posts/ friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:09: Realize I have a facebook problem and vow to not check facebook for 48hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:15: Go in search of food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:38: Return home, check facebook just once more before my self-imposed hiatus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:40: Contemplate how people who actually have jobs survive; consider showering and going to Rehab at the Beauty Shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:43: Decide going out tonight is such a bad decision, that even I am not capable of being so silly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:51: Climb in bed and watch useless TV programming hoping to gain knowledge for trivial pursuit or jeopardy or well its just an excuse really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several more hours: Continue watching stupid TV; get out calendar attempt to plan weekends in the fall, realize the football schedule sucks but not having Friday classes is going to be great, once again contemplate how people with jobs function&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:56: Vow to accomplish something productive tomorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-115320451318370482?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/115320451318370482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=115320451318370482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/115320451318370482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/115320451318370482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-in-life.html' title='A Day In the Life'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-115277749556640505</id><published>2006-07-13T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T00:58:15.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No, Really I am Shy</title><content type='html'>So I think if you asked anyone who knows me in real life to describe me they would definately descibe me as an extrovert. Funny thing is, inside I am really a shy person, but I cover it with my fake attempt at being an extrovert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard lots of actors consider themselves shy people, and other are like what???? No way that dude is shy. But I know exactly what they are talking about. I feel better being on stage or giving a presentation than I do just meeting new people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the strangest part.... my shyness really comes out on the telephone. I absolutely HATE calling people I do not know or don't have a real reason to call (now my close friends are an exception to this). I don't even really like to return phone calls. I much prefer email or text message..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this gets to be a problem when I'm involved in things like campaigning and I have to make phone calls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess in a way I'm an introverted extrovert, now I'm exhausted time for sleep...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-115277749556640505?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/115277749556640505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=115277749556640505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/115277749556640505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/115277749556640505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2006/07/no-really-i-am-shy.html' title='No, Really I am Shy'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-115126381293849007</id><published>2006-06-25T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T12:30:12.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to get control</title><content type='html'>These past few weeks have been wild. I've made some great new friends but I'm also at that point where I am not sure who I trust....I need to sober up and get control. Its been a little too wild for even me lately!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-115126381293849007?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/115126381293849007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=115126381293849007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/115126381293849007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/115126381293849007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2006/06/time-to-get-control.html' title='Time to get control'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-115095809542189839</id><published>2006-06-21T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T23:34:55.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Maybe I'm not a drama queen after all</title><content type='html'>So I started up this blog a little over a year ago, and I've really fallen off of it the past six month, well or at least been very sporadic with it. I'm truly going to try and write more, because as I've said so many times before I really think writing is good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anything I've learned in the past year, its maybe I am not the drama queen I thought I was. Maybe it is okay to sit back, lay low and let life go on around you, but even then it is dramatic for me. I'm really just exhausted. The past year has been a complete whirlwind and I feel like no one person knows exactly what I have been through and in a strange way it makes me sad that I am not that close to one particular person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the other hand I've met some great people and now have a truly great group of friends....I'm a better person than I was a year ago (at least I hope!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-115095809542189839?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/115095809542189839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=115095809542189839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/115095809542189839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/115095809542189839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-maybe-im-not-drama-queen-after-all.html' title='So Maybe I&apos;m not a drama queen after all'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-115010145481368519</id><published>2006-06-12T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T01:37:34.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anywhere But Here...</title><content type='html'>1.5 hours later, still not sleeping and still in a funk. I've been upset all day, and as usual its about a boy. New boy, new name we'll call him ADHD, due to his tendency to be a scatter-brained airhead. So anyways, he and I met about a month ago, and I really like him.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been going along just fine, and I actually thought there might be a future there..we haven't rushed into things at all. But he didn't come to my birthday party Saturday night and this was very upsetting to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I sit here in the wee hours of the morning, I realize, WOW! I seriously like this guy a lot, but that's not what I am so upset about, I upset that I don't want to be here (in this town any longer). Its strange I love it here, but I've also just gotten too comfortable. I want live in a new place a experience a new culture and make new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is home, so I know I can always come back, but right now I truly just want to be anywhere but here....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-115010145481368519?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/115010145481368519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=115010145481368519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/115010145481368519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/115010145481368519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2006/06/anywhere-but-here.html' title='Anywhere But Here...'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-115009715409248682</id><published>2006-06-12T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T00:25:54.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Thoughts....</title><content type='html'>I'm fairly certain I want to move to a small town or a huge city (preferably NYC) when I finish school. Like right now it is 2am and I really want to go running, there is something about running very late at night that is just so soothing and relaxing. Now if I lived in a teeny tiny town I could do this outside b/c I wouldn't be concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized I probably should be concerned but I wouldn't be. I used to run at all kinds of odd hours in undergrad and it was very relaxing. And if I lived in a huge city there would be a 24-hour gym somewhere. I could get on a treadmill or an elliptical machine and just let myself think and work things out. Instead I am stuck here at home, in a city where there is no 24-hour gym and I cannot run outside at this hour with out fear of severe bodily harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm having a bit of a birthday hangover, my birthday is always a really big deal for me and this year was no exception. It was great and I had tons of adoring friends calling me, texting me, buying me shots and drinks and meals and presents all week long. But now it is all over and I'm physically exhausted and emotionally drained. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to realize my best friend is a completely toxic friend. I've been upset about it all day but of course I haven't really done anything about it and I won't confront her about it.....The drama never ends even when I want it to...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-115009715409248682?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/115009715409248682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=115009715409248682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/115009715409248682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/115009715409248682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2006/06/strange-thoughts.html' title='Strange Thoughts....'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-114906019004230169</id><published>2006-05-31T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T00:23:10.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Its Been a Month....</title><content type='html'>and a very long month at that.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically everything has changed. Well not everything, but almost everything. I'm not going to be a lawyer anymore. Yes, I am still in law school. No, I didn't fail out and I didn't quit. I'm going to finish up, then its off to the NYC for me...what will I be doing in the NYC?? I don't know but I'm going. I'm just over everything here and need a change, and a change that doesn't involve working in a law firm every damn day for the rest of my life. If anyone has any career ideas for me let me know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got through another round of law finals, and the results were less than stellar as expected. Gah, I'm just getting so damn sick of this!!! So I finish up finals, suck it up take one day off and head back to the office.... Only to find out the next day they don't need a law clerk anymore...so no summer job for me. Good thing I had already signed up for summer school and taken out a bunch of money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got drunk for a good 15 days, only to make myself so sick I was in bed for five days. Pathetic really, but I needed it. Now my main job is trying to bring up my gpa w/ the big 3 hours I'm taking in summer school, and get tan so I look hot when I see guys who I used to like but they weren't interested...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the guy front...I'm finally over NYE guy. Even though I want him to think I'm hot, that the only thing I care about anymore with him, same goes for Halloween boy...class crush is out of this picture as he isn't here for the summer and anyways I think I just don't like him....but surprise, surprise I've got a new crush.....we'll call him convertible...we've been on a few dates its going well....he's a cutie so I'm just waiting for it to mess up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;countdown is on to my fabulous birthday extravaganza(s), yes its likely to be plural, less than a week to go!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-114906019004230169?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/114906019004230169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=114906019004230169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/114906019004230169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/114906019004230169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-its-been-month.html' title='So Its Been a Month....'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-114645598226576509</id><published>2006-04-30T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T20:59:42.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Think This Would Get Easier The Fourth Time Around.....</title><content type='html'>Everytime they come around I think they'll be easier, I'll be better prepared, and the whole ordeal won't be that painful. But at the end of each semester I just grow more and more dellusional. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never could have predicted this year, well I never can predict anything. Its been wild and crazy and fun at time and sad at times and painful pretty much the entire time. And once again finals are upon me and I'm in complete and total breakdown mode. Geeez am I really paying money for this???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my buddy who I had been hanging out with this semester, that is no more. Let's just say it pretty much blew up in my face, and surprisingly by no fault of my own. Oh well was bound to happen that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am again, in the same place I have been so many times. No boys on the horizon, stressed and freaked out about finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yes I do have a test in less than 12 hours, okay that seriously makes me sick to my stomach to even write that. Its back to the U.C.C. for me, more thought later when (or if) I am ever in a better mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-114645598226576509?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/114645598226576509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=114645598226576509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/114645598226576509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/114645598226576509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2006/04/you-think-this-would-get-easier-fourth.html' title='You Think This Would Get Easier The Fourth Time Around.....'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-114443759148735809</id><published>2006-04-07T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T12:19:51.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its All About the Attitude...</title><content type='html'>Okay so finals are less than three weeks away and I have already had my first official break down, sadly it came at work yesterday. I sat in my office and cried for like thirty minutes, how pathetic is that. So I gathered myself enough to get out of the office with out tears streaming down my face and made it to my car only to burst out into full on wails. I hate this time of year it is so completely miserable, but I feel like anytime I actually update this thing its to whine and bitch. So, for today at least I’m going to put my animosity towards law school aside and “put on a happy face”!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very excited about this weekend (despite that there is much studying and work to be done). Tomorrow is “Drama Queen’s Day of Athletics” I’m running in a 5K (okay so more like walking but participating is what counts its for charity) then I’m playing in a golf tournament (also for charity, and no I have never played golf before). I think all of it will be hilarious, but hilarious fun!! Other than that I’ve got to study, study, study and work, work, work. I’m so behind in both. But if I can have a really productive weekend other than my athletic endeavors I think I’ll be in a much better mood come Monday (I may even be able to delay nervous breakdown #2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my life (as usual) has been on fast forward, especially ever since I got home from the NYC. (I promise a play-by-play of my trip will be the next post). So as usual I’ve been living the high life running with a sketchy crowd getting into unnecessary and unwanted (well not totally) drama. Basically as it stand now I have no boys on the horizon, which I always kind of hate, but which is probably good for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class crush and I have become good friends which is great because he’s a total sweet heart, but I think that is all it is, friends. Oh well can’t win them all. But he’s such a nice guy I’m happy to just be friends if that’s what it is. I have to cut myself off from “new friend” from way way back in December; yep he’s totally sleazy and shady. So that means of course I am crazily attracted to him. But, no no no no no, I’m just not going to let myself get sucked into that. Back to work…..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-114443759148735809?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/114443759148735809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=114443759148735809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/114443759148735809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/114443759148735809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-all-about-attitude.html' title='Its All About the Attitude...'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-114342234873322762</id><published>2006-03-26T17:05:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T17:19:08.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap of My Recent Life</title><content type='html'>Okay I'm going to write a quick run down and then hopefully go into more detail later (once I get some reading done). Um, so yeah I got back from the NYC on Tuesday afternoon and I'm finally just starting to feel rested up. Talk about exhaustion. But the NYC was insanely out of control and awesome, I've got to move to that city. I just love the energy totally makes me feel alive. Must get back ASAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways I was already exhausted when I left due to the stress of traveling combined with the mad rush of all the last minute practices. We didn't advance which sucks, but we'll be back next year. Then when we got up there it was a non-stop rush, I think I was sleeping an average of 2hours a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home late Tuesday afternoon, and of course they lost my luggage. Up to school 4hours after getting home, finally got to sleep around midnight that night. Only to be at school for around 16 hours on Wednesday, insanity I tell you insanity. So Thursday finally went back to work mad rush all afternoon. So the big Memphis game is on that night, of course I couldn't watch it because of school crap. Finally finished with school crap, out for the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Big was in town insanity ensued. Friday sleep in go to work then sleep, sleep, sleep and more sleep. I thought I might die. So Saturday sleep late, run, watch b-ball, go out. Run into NYE guy and he tells me he's glad to see me in control, HA if he only knew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More details later!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-114342234873322762?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/114342234873322762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=114342234873322762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/114342234873322762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/114342234873322762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2006/03/recap-of-my-recent-life_114342234873322762.html' title='Recap of My Recent Life'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-114342234775102606</id><published>2006-03-26T17:05:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T17:19:07.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap of My Recent Life</title><content type='html'>Okay I'm going to write a quick run down and then hopefully go into more detail later (once I get some reading done). Um, so yeah I got back from the NYC on Tuesday afternoon and I'm finally just starting to feel rested up. Talk about exhaustion. But the NYC was insanely out of control and awesome, I've got to move to that city. I just love the energy totally makes me feel alive. Must get back ASAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways I was already exhausted when I left due to the stress of traveling combined with the mad rush of all the last minute practices. We didn't advance which sucks, but we'll be back next year. Then when we got up there it was a non-stop rush, I think I was sleeping an average of 2hours a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home late Tuesday afternoon, and of course they lost my luggage. Up to school 4hours after getting home, finally got to sleep around midnight that night. Only to be at school for around 16 hours on Wednesday, insanity I tell you insanity. So Thursday finally went back to work mad rush all afternoon. So the big Memphis game is on that night, of course I couldn't watch it because of school crap. Finally finished with school crap, out for the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Big was in town insanity ensued. Friday sleep in go to work then sleep, sleep, sleep and more sleep. I thought I might die. So Saturday sleep late, run, watch b-ball, go out. Run into NYE guy and he tells me he's glad to see me in control, HA if he only knew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More details later!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-114342234775102606?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/114342234775102606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=114342234775102606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/114342234775102606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/114342234775102606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2006/03/recap-of-my-recent-life_114342234775102606.html' title='Recap of My Recent Life'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-114342234759953299</id><published>2006-03-26T17:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T17:19:07.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap of My Recent Life</title><content type='html'>Okay I'm going to write a quick run down and then hopefully go into more detail later (once I get some reading done). Um, so yeah I got back from the NYC on Tuesday afternoon and I'm finally just starting to feel rested up. Talk about exhaustion. But the NYC was insanely out of control and awesome, I've got to move to that city. I just love the energy totally makes me feel alive. Must get back ASAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways I was already exhausted when I left due to the stress of traveling combined with the mad rush of all the last minute practices. We didn't advance which sucks, but we'll be back next year. Then when we got up there it was a non-stop rush, I think I was sleeping an average of 2hours a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home late Tuesday afternoon, and of course they lost my luggage. Up to school 4hours after getting home, finally got to sleep around midnight that night. Only to be at school for around 16 hours on Wednesday, insanity I tell you insanity. So Thursday finally went back to work mad rush all afternoon. So the big Memphis game is on that night, of course I couldn't watch it because of school crap. Finally finished with school crap, out for the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Big was in town insanity ensued. Friday sleep in go to work then sleep, sleep, sleep and more sleep. I thought I might die. So Saturday sleep late, run, watch b-ball, go out. Run into NYE guy and he tells me he's glad to see me in control, HA if he only knew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More details later!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-114342234759953299?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/114342234759953299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=114342234759953299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/114342234759953299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/114342234759953299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2006/03/recap-of-my-recent-life_26.html' title='Recap of My Recent Life'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-114238315564012881</id><published>2006-03-14T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T16:39:15.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So I haven't been so good at updating lately....</title><content type='html'>I've said it before and I'll say it again. I live my life in fast forward and its hard to get it all down. Drama, Drama, Drama, Exhaustion and Stress pretty much sums up the last three months of my life. Actually throw in a little work and drunkenness for good measure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping this will all be worth it at some point but I just don't when or where I'll get to that point. Its not that I'm unhappy right now, its just that I've been so damn busy I don't even really have time to feel; furthermore, being so busy is pretty damn lonely sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like my friends outside of law school don't comprehend what a huge commitment law school is and just how tough it is, and I feel like my law school friends don't comprehend that I have a whole life outside of school and I put tremendous pressure on myself to be successful with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realized over the past couple of months how others view me and how I view myself as two completely different things. Whereas I'm an eternal optimist with most things when it comes to me I see what I don't have. For example, a boyfriend or husband or top 10% rank in my class. I think others look at me and see what I do have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was finally going to be my semester and in some ways I have gotten some rewards for my hard work, but as always I see what I don't have. As usual I've let a guy dominate my thoughts and make a fool of me, When am I going to learn......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-114238315564012881?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/114238315564012881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=114238315564012881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/114238315564012881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/114238315564012881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-i-havent-been-so-good-at-updating.html' title='So I haven&apos;t been so good at updating lately....'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-114102006729389153</id><published>2006-02-26T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T22:01:07.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The OC Marathon</title><content type='html'>So I've been having an OC season 1 marathon this weekend, and I see a lot a parallels in my life and a fictional over-dramatic TV show about high schoolers. I've been in somewhat of a sour mood lately and just really haven't been in a good mood for a while. So its been fun to just sit on my couch and watch hours upon hours of mindless TV, but at the same time it has been somewhat depressing. I think I'm having a quarter-life crisis....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what I want out of life, where I want to live, what job I want (I know the fact that I'm in law school deceives many on this small detail), who I want to be with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put tremendous pressure on myself to impress others and I just don't know where this comes from. Everyone close to me tells me to just give it up and live life for myself, but sadly I don't even know how to live life for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If its not going to impress my parents or a friend or a future employer. If its not bigger and better than everyone else's I'm just not interested. And once I feel like I've accomplished any sort of impressiveness I just want to top it. Bigger and better its and endless cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say I get tired of the drama and I don't like it, but I continue to create it and when its not there I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wish I could figure all this out and just live my life for me and be happy. I mean I'm not depressed, I love my life and I'm happy overall but I don't know if I can ever be content. There is always going to be something bigger and better out there and I don't know if I will ever get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-114102006729389153?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/114102006729389153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=114102006729389153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/114102006729389153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/114102006729389153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2006/02/oc-marathon.html' title='The OC Marathon'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-114028950007515346</id><published>2006-02-18T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T11:05:00.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on the Wagon Again</title><content type='html'>I've been so damn busy lately I almost forgot about this thing. I'm going to try and do better because I think absolutely no one reads this so no one's probably real sad I have been such a slacker lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has totally overtaken my life so I've had to cut my going out down to like only two or three nights a week and I regularly arise at approximately 6am and pass out somewhere around 1am, and no I don't get my naps in that I so love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, life is pretty wild right now, but the kind of wild I like.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;story developing......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-114028950007515346?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/114028950007515346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=114028950007515346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/114028950007515346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/114028950007515346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2006/02/back-on-wagon-again.html' title='Back on the Wagon Again'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-113858483783589260</id><published>2006-01-29T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T17:33:57.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stream of Conscious Thoughts on the Challenger</title><content type='html'>Wow was it really twenty years ago that the Challenger exploded?  I was only five yet somehow I can distinctly remember it.  I remember the flag being at half mast and asking my mom about it and my brother saying he knew because they talked about it in school.  I was in junior kindergarten then and he was in first grade.  Funny the things you remember. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that winter because we were doing competitive swim team for a couple months, yeah that really lasted.  Ha ha, anyways I remember riding in our big wood-paneled Buick station wagon to swim practice and seeing the flag at half mast.  I also remember that diet pepsi had just come out and I always would want to get it out of the drink machine because I thought it looked the coolest but I didn’t like it at all.  So, momma would always say no you don’t drink it.  I’d do the same thing with those pink snowballs in the grocery store.  I always wanted them just because they were pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I’m just kind of in awe that the whole Challenger happened twenty years ago because I still think of myself as a kid.  But, I’m coming to realize that I’ll probably always think of myself as a kid.  I’m just not a grown up type of person.  Way too silly for that.  Anyways, it just seems weird to me that I can actually remember a historical event that happened twenty years ago.  I used to think twenty years was a long time, but now I’m starting to think fifty years might be a long time.  Just really strange to think about.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-113858483783589260?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/113858483783589260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=113858483783589260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/113858483783589260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/113858483783589260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2006/01/stream-of-conscious-thoughts-on.html' title='Stream of Conscious Thoughts on the Challenger'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-113858475832602720</id><published>2006-01-29T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T17:32:38.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Sunday Evening Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Going to visit Mr.  Big is becoming a real possibility!!! I’m so pumped, but I know not to let myself get too excited because every time I get real excited and start making big plans well, they just never turn out.  In other news new years eve guy is “back on the sauce” and apparently that’s just more important than precious little drama queen.  Oh well, time to cut my losses and move on with that one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the school front, my life is an absolute living hell.  For being a slacker I sure to get involved in a shit-ton of activities.  So many that it may cut into my social life, nah probably not.  They’ve already cut into my sleeping and eating, pretty soon I may have to make a journey westward to see if I can swipe some of little M-K’s cast offs now that she’s looking a little healthier.  Hahaha, yeah right, so I’ve only lost 11 pounds and I could stand to lose well say like 30 I don’t think I’m going to perusing any second-hand shops on the left coast searching for Olsen cast offs anytime soon.  But due to the recent rash of activity I have been forced to reduce pool bff to my second favorite friend and replace her with concealer.  Yep, you heard it here breaking news, concealer, as in the stuff that covers the massive bags under my eyes is my very bestest friend as of late.  Lame really, so lame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For other official announcements, texting is now the official form of communication endorsed by law school drama queen.  I absolutely love it and just cannot stop.  Ridiculous really.  Oh and old school ll bean backpacks circa the late 80's are the official backpacks endorsed by the drama queen.  Actually anything from the late 80's is probably endorsed by the drama queen.  I do love the 80's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its back to work, I’ve got to be productive for half a second so that I can justify going out and abusing vodka as I so love to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-113858475832602720?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/113858475832602720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=113858475832602720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/113858475832602720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/113858475832602720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2006/01/random-sunday-evening-thoughts.html' title='Random Sunday Evening Thoughts'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-113855416411452807</id><published>2006-01-29T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T09:02:44.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Ridiculous Drunk Dial Ever....</title><content type='html'>Okay so its pretty much common knowledge that I've got a serious problem with drunk dialing. One might say I am an addict. I just have an insatiable need to let everyone know how much fun I am having and find out if anyone might be having more fun that me. The problem really started in college and well its had its ebbs and flows but its really only gotten worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I'd been doing really well sometimes texting my best girlfriend and calling Mr. Big (he's my absolute default drunk dial) but no one else other than that. Well last night this recovering addict fell off the wagon so to speak. So I had completely deleted New Year's Eve guy from my phone to prevent a situation like this. But we all know when you total delete someone you always write their number down or something "just in case". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went out with my best girlfriend we were having fun met some kind of cool people, but then they ended up not being so cool. So, in our drunken silliness I made her (which she willingly agreed) to go and try to find New Year's Eve guy. Um yeah, so he wasn't at either of his usual watering holes and we couldn't go everywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a choice story that cannot be republished on the internet and a confession that I really had his number written down at home. I received bff's blessing to come home and drunk dial. But I had restrictions, I could only call once, if I got voicemail I was to leave a message, and I had to hurry because it was 1:30 and that was an okay time but I didn't want it to be too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all good and nice and I was following the instructions, but I got to the voicemail part and I kind of messed up. His voicemail is real serious and says his full name so in my drunken giddiness I made a feeble attempt to be humorous. And it didn't quite work out for me. It ended up something like....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi New Years Eve Boy (full name) this is Drama Queen (full name)blah blah blah well anyways I think you know my number so give me a call back but in case you don't its um well um I don't really know my number so I hope you do. Call me soon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I admitted on his voicemail that I do now know my own phone number, that's a way to make myself real desirable. And I know is going to listen to the message/ has listened to the message and will laugh his ass of at my expense. Yes I have sunk to a new low. I must attend drunk dialers anonymous soon, its a problem it really is......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-113855416411452807?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/113855416411452807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=113855416411452807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/113855416411452807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/113855416411452807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2006/01/most-ridiculous-drunk-dial-ever.html' title='The Most Ridiculous Drunk Dial Ever....'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-113747031340994175</id><published>2006-01-16T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T19:58:33.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I definitely live my life in fast forward.....</title><content type='html'>Okay so much has happened since the last post, but sadly nothing has really changed. I still have a crush on the new year's eve guy but I don't think its going anywhere. I'm trying to entertain myself in other ways to amuse myself and get my mind off of it. Oh, and the lawschool overachiever and I are not speaking at all anymore and I don't think we will for a long, long time. I'll try to write a good detailed post soon. At this point I must get some reading done. I'm already behind and the semester has barely started. Yikes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-113747031340994175?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/113747031340994175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=113747031340994175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/113747031340994175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/113747031340994175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-definitely-live-my-life-in-fast.html' title='I definitely live my life in fast forward.....'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-113631971344925575</id><published>2006-01-03T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T12:21:53.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Weekend!</title><content type='html'>Had a great weekend! My first date Friday night went really well, the best first date I’ve had in a long time, and now I’ve got a serious, serious crush, its totally frustrating me. I think he’s ignoring me or playing hard to get or more likely he is still asleep right now. Um so anyways, the date was awesome, but the next night was New Year’s Eve, so that kind added an additional layer of complexity to the situation. So while we were out he asked what I was doing for NYE and I told him I had already committed to a party, he was going to a friend’s party, but said for me to call him when I was ready to leave my party and he would come get me. He is just so cute and precious, adorable really. So we met up on NYE I guess around 1am or so, but problem was extreme intoxication on my part. Oh well what can you do, I know that I was extremely intoxicated but I don’t want to ask what I said or did because I know it is extremely embarrassing, but all the same I had a really great time with the crush. So now I’m at that point where I’m sad because crush hasn’t called, I know it is nothing to worry about. But, I get so damn obsessive and I want my crush to be thinking of me all the time. Well except in the case of the stalker. Okay, I’ve just cured myself of wanting, don’t want another stalker guess it’s a good thing the crush is playing it cool. But, he better call soon!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-113631971344925575?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/113631971344925575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=113631971344925575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/113631971344925575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/113631971344925575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2006/01/great-weekend.html' title='Great Weekend!'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-113588635109998519</id><published>2005-12-29T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T21:34:19.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Land a Man Drama Queen Style...</title><content type='html'>Here it is my loyal readers (if any of you exist), what you’ve all long been waiting for. Dating advice from the drama queen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I realized some may not consider me qualified to give such advice and I indiscreetly love to continue abusing exes long after they have past their prime. I came to an interesting revelation that I feel compelled to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1. Find the perfect outfit, now chicks you might think short and sexy is the way to go, but I’ll tell you this M-K Olsen doesn’t keep landing billionaires because of her money (the guys she dates have more than her) its all about the layering. And while I’m not advocating taking it to the extreme of little Miss Olsen, a few choice layers go a long way. Por ejemplo, a long tank with a chiffon cami over it and then a cardigan and maybe a wide belt or ribbon tied around the waist. Next invest in numerous pairs of good jeans. Drama Queen hearts the sevens, while some may feel sevens are so 2002, nothing fits drama queen’s cute little booty quite like ‘em so she sticking to brand loyalty. Oh, but express jeans would be so 1997 and yes 1997 just called and wants them back!!! Back on track here just make sure you’ve got on enough clothing so that is you reach a state of extreme intoxication and flail about you will not become unclothed. Oh and open-toe sexy stilettos are a must I don't care if its two degrees outside they're hot and guys love them. Just make sure you've got an unchipped pedi, if its be a while since you made it to the nail salon then go with some stiletto boots or closed-toe pumps, preferably pointy toe in either case. Oh and not quite matching is a good thing, pink tank with a red jacket great idea, polka-dot headband and plaid jacket even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 2. Find an extremely stressful activity, law school finals are a good example of this. This activity should preferably be something the boys you will be attracting can understand is stressful, so chicas picking out your best “festive holiday cocktail attire” doesn’t fit this category. Anything like law school, med school, business school, career, etc. that makes you look independent and non-gold-digger like gets added bonus points. Boys want to take care of you but they don’t want you begging them for some cash to get your nails done. Best to be an undercover gold-digger and go after the big ticket items like vacations first worry about the everyday expenses later when you’ve got him wrapped up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 3. Learn a cool trick that will impress boys that you can perform fully clothed in a public place when you reach said state of extreme intoxication. Expertly shot-gunning a beer or any sort of body contortion that can be done fully clothed are good things to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 4. Combine steps 1-3 and find a good pre-party or pre-drink location. A party that will like head out to a bar is always a great idea, allows one to ease into the night get comfortable and start working toward ridiculous intoxication, starting at one bar and moving to a rowdier more obnoxious one is also a good plan. Even social butterflies like the drama queen aren’t invited to parties every night of the week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 5. Once everyone decides to move destinations make sure you know where the crowd is going but, roll to the next destination alone or with only a wingman/chick. Avoid mob mentality at all costs the point of all this is to stick out and you can’t stick out when you’re with a mob. By the point you should have reached or only be a mere drink away from reaching ridiculous intoxication. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 6. Upon arrival at the scene of the crime survey the scene and find someone to chat with in close proximity to the bar. Chat up your target of choice about whatever, then just start being obnoxious, if you don’t smoke as is the case with this drama queen, ask others for cigarettes then quickly put them out loudly announcing you do not smoke. Tell everyone about how stressed you are because of you activity from step 2 and act as if they could never understand, evoke as much sympathy as possible. Flail about and if your clothes begin to slide off ask the closest remotely attractive male to put your shirt back on your shoulder, etc. Then comment on how its good thing you have on so many clothes. Proceed to pull out your trick or tricks, generally just draw as much attention to yourself as possible and make a totally mockery of your self. Basically be “that girl” but be so intoxicated that you don’t even know you’re “that girl”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 7. Give you number to anyone who asks that you deem worthy of receiving such prized information. While giving out said information make sure you tell the new suitor to only call if he's actually going to take you on a date that your not into "random hook-ups", be blunt and rude, you have an excuse- you won't remember any of this when you get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 8. Go home, alone. If you are offered a ride from one of your new male suitors reject it, he has ulterior motives and that will kill the plan. Make sure you tell all your new suitors that you are old-fashioned and not “that kind of a girl”. Make a hasty exit, but get home safely. Girlfriends and/or cabs are always good for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 9. Nurse your hangover and wait for the first date invitations to start rolling in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who said you can’t meet someone in a bar??????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-113588635109998519?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/113588635109998519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=113588635109998519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/113588635109998519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/113588635109998519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/12/how-to-land-man-drama-queen-style.html' title='How to Land a Man Drama Queen Style...'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-113580017036073082</id><published>2005-12-28T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T12:02:50.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relfections...</title><content type='html'>Had a big night out again last night, therefore I was pretty tired today and didn’t come into the office until this afternoon. Tonight I’m going to do my best to stay in or maybe just exercise then go to a movie. A new man is on the scene so that is always fun, and we’ve got a date Friday night, hopefully this one will not chose to stalk me. Two stalkers over one Christmas break would just be more than I could handle. School doesn’t start back for another couple of weeks but I’m already starting to dread it. I’m really dreading getting grades back. While I was out on the town having a blast a little too often I did take some things pretty seriously and I’d like to see a benefit from that. But, at the same time I know my performance in previous semesters, so I am not expecting anything spectacular. I’d really just like to show up some of those people who laugh at me for being silly and going out and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really put way to much thought into what others think of me. If I really knew how little they thought about me I would probably be less concerned. Not that I’m all that concerned, I’m comfortable doing my own thing and being myself, but I’m always extremely curious of others opinions of me. And, I want everyone to like me; it really hurts me when I think others have bad things to say about me. I think its time I stopped giving a damn if others like me or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great semester this fall until the end, the end of a law school semester is never great, because I did my own thing and just had fun. Then at the end I let thoughts of guys and stress over finals completely overtake me. Not a good plan, definitely need to try and avoid that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I did find out the law school crush who I suspected of having a girlfriend does in fact have a girlfriend, oh well. Hope he doesn’t approach me next semester or he will definitely get an earful about that one. There’s still my first class crush and my new man so I should be okay in the boy department.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-113580017036073082?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/113580017036073082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=113580017036073082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/113580017036073082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/113580017036073082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/12/relfections.html' title='Relfections...'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-113564381975020942</id><published>2005-12-26T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T16:36:59.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Year</title><content type='html'>This year has had it's ups and down's but overall its been a great year, just wish I could get more organized. Actually I'm working on that right now trying to get my apartment clean and organized but I get so tired trying to get it all done. There simply aren't enough hours in the day, I'm going to start screening my phone calls a little more when I know the motives of the caller is to get me out. I just can't exhaust myself like I did right before finals. And I want to work out more in the new year, but don't we all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-113564381975020942?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/113564381975020942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=113564381975020942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/113564381975020942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/113564381975020942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/12/great-year.html' title='Great Year'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-113519453241386261</id><published>2005-12-21T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T22:13:47.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Annoyance Continues.....</title><content type='html'>The stalking continues…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um so since the last post I’ve received so many calls and texts that I really cannot come up with an exact number, also I have received 3 emails will be discussed in detail after a little introduction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I understand I’m a little bit of a screener and I often chose to communicate with others on my own time schedule, but I do call people back. Provided it is not near finals, as law finals are the end all be all excuse for doing exactly as I please or that an individual did not send just one email that if I did not respond to it immediately probably got lost somewhere in the depths of my inbox, I do get back in touch with people, usually within a matter of hours but sometimes days, never more than that. And I know I can be a little bit of a stalker at times, but never just to see how someone is doing, it usually involved getting that person to pay me money I am owed or some other object I deem highly important, or another instance of acceptable stalking would be you talk to friend in the afternoon and discuss that you want to go to a bar that evening. For some reason or another you cannot get in-touch with friend and you suspect friend may already crowded noisy bar where you would like to be. At that point its just fine to call a few times and maybe even send a text, but if you don’t hear from them don’t call them the next day, and the day after that, etc., etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone stalking must have a defined purpose (i.e., get money one is owed, tell bff really juicy gossip, find out who is currently in noisy bar, etc.) and have a limited duration (i.e., until you acquire whatever it is you are after, until you tell your friend the gossip, etc.) Phone/text/email stalking just to see how one is doing that continues on indefinitely is simply unacceptable. I know you can attempt to rationalize this behavior in by thinking something tragic has happened to the individual you are attempting to contact and said individual would really, really like to talk to you but they can’t. Perhaps they were in a horrific accident or something equally egregious. I assure you this is not the case. Said individual is just fine; probably sitting on their couch at home to afraid to go to the noisy bar for fear you might be there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have provided you with a rough sketch of acceptable stalking I must add one further caveat when dealing with the opposite sex or with someone you don’t know really well you must avoid stalking at all costs unless such behavior becomes absolutely necessary to accomplish a specific goal that is a need not a want. Further, if the victim of your stalking is a member of the opposite sex and you do not know them very well there are probably not many circumstances that would cause phone stalking to be acceptable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are in the last described circumstance it is best to contact said individual through your preferred method of communication (phone/text/email) and wait for them to contact you. If  you have not heard from them in three days you can try once again (maybe this time try another method), if still no contact cut your losses and move on. That is just the way it goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on to a more personal level; so, I had the first date on Friday night and after that he began stalking me, read the previous entry if you need a little background. Well it got to the point where he would call, leave a voicemail and then immediately send a text. So yesterday while I am at work he sends an email. I don’t respond to any of this. And the messages that I have read/listened to are pretty gross like “hey gorgeous just wanted to see how you were doing” or “hey sweet angel give me a call when you get a chance” GROSS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ignore the first email and later in the afternoon I get a second email. Something along the lines of “are you still alive I’m worried about you”. Um, okay dude no need to worry, I’ve got family and plenty of friends if anything were to happen, but nothing did and I’m just fine. I’m ignoring you. After quickly forwarding said email to a close guy friend and getting his reaction, I decide I have to tell this guy I’m not interested. So I write a very brief email that says “I’m not interested please stop contacting me, thanks for your concern, but I’m just fine”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so you think this merciless annoyance would be over at this point. Oh no, apparently this dude has no shame. Probably about ten minutes after receiving my email, which was approximately one sentence, stalker sends a response with is an entire paragraph. I’ll try to sum it up as succinctly as possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You are a wonderful and special person and I though we had something very special together. I am at a loss for words, did you meet someone else. Really, it doesn’t matter I am so heartbroken…..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me remind the extent of my interaction with this joker was seeing him in a bar, allowing him to purchase several beers on my behalf, realizing we have mutual acquaintances, giving him my phone number (which I don’t remember), allowing him to go out with me one evening after which there was no physical interaction, not even a good night kiss. Um yeah so basically I broke some guy’s heart by just being myself the drunken drama queen that I am, hmmmm interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really don’t feel bad about it, I just think he is a loser, guess that says something about me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-113519453241386261?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/113519453241386261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=113519453241386261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/113519453241386261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/113519453241386261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/12/annoyance-continues.html' title='The Annoyance Continues.....'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-113505312748610984</id><published>2005-12-19T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T20:32:07.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama and this time not self-induced...</title><content type='html'>So this past Friday night I had a first date with a new guy. This was&lt;br /&gt;pretty big for me, seeing that I normally just go on dates with my&lt;br /&gt;exes. While I do go on dates fairly regularly they are with the same&lt;br /&gt;three people over and over again, so this was a big step in my efforts&lt;br /&gt;to expand my horizons. I really was not all that excited about the&lt;br /&gt;date, beforehand I knew the guy was pretty into me and well let's just&lt;br /&gt;say the feeling isn't mutual. Why did I go on the date if the feeling&lt;br /&gt;was mutual you might ask? Well this little drama queen always like to&lt;br /&gt;give everyone a chance and one little date can't hurt right? Wrong!&lt;br /&gt;       Nothing was really so wrong with the date, we went to his friend's&lt;br /&gt;Christmas party, fun drunken times. Went out to a law school Christmas&lt;br /&gt;party, where we momentarily missed my ex the "overachiever", at least&lt;br /&gt;we got one lucky break. That party was ridiculously lame so we met up&lt;br /&gt;with some of his friends at Pat O's and well drama queen does love the&lt;br /&gt;hurricanes…&lt;br /&gt;       On to Raiford's were dancing on stage and consumption of mucho bud&lt;br /&gt;light ensued. Lucky for me my date for the evening realized he wasn't&lt;br /&gt;getting so much as a kiss from this little drama queen so there were&lt;br /&gt;no awkward attempts and rejections. So that's all good and well, but&lt;br /&gt;then my date proceeded to text me twice and call me three times on&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, out of all this communication I answered one phone call.&lt;br /&gt;       And in the conversation that occurred I stated I was going to yet&lt;br /&gt;another Christmas party that night (Saturday) and did not act as if I&lt;br /&gt;wanted anything to do with him. So Saturday was a blast, that will be&lt;br /&gt;another post (probably later today as I am so busy), and I was tired&lt;br /&gt;on Sunday, but not rest for the weary it was time for a little&lt;br /&gt;Christmas shopping. Got to love law school because of finals what&lt;br /&gt;everyone else has a good six-weeks to accomplish drama queen must do&lt;br /&gt;in two.&lt;br /&gt;       So Yesterday mama drama and drama queen shopped all over town, high&lt;br /&gt;and low, here there and everywhere. Hence I was not taking phone calls&lt;br /&gt;or replying to texts. Well Friday night's date took it upon himself to&lt;br /&gt;send 3 texts and call twice. Um, hello if I want to talk to you I will&lt;br /&gt;call you back. While I realize I can be a bit of a stalker with the&lt;br /&gt;phone calls sometimes, it is most often with my girlfriends, or on the&lt;br /&gt;rare occasion I act in such a manner with a member of the opposite sex&lt;br /&gt;I have a real reason for calling (i.e., the boy has something I need&lt;br /&gt;like maybe my earings, or the boy is some place I am considering going&lt;br /&gt;but it is noisy there and I figure he has not heard his phone). But,&lt;br /&gt;never, never, never is it appropriate to go into stalker mode just to&lt;br /&gt;see how a member of the opposite sex is doing especially if you have&lt;br /&gt;recently be on a date with said individual.&lt;br /&gt;       Oh but it gets better, so I finally get home from the "Great Shopping&lt;br /&gt;Expedition of 2005" and check my email (I really love having a full&lt;br /&gt;mailbox, but I can still bitch about the contents). Oh I've got&lt;br /&gt;several messages, good, there is an evite. An normally the drama queen&lt;br /&gt;is a huge fan of the evite, especially when people leave&lt;br /&gt;silly/funny/dumb comments. I know I am keeping my loyal readers in&lt;br /&gt;suspense (actually I don't think anyone reads this thing but that's&lt;br /&gt;cool) well the evite was from Friday night's date. I know that was a&lt;br /&gt;real plot twist, know is the great part, what sort of party is this&lt;br /&gt;evite for you might ask, a Christmas party, yes another shocker&lt;br /&gt;really. But it gets even better, it is his family's Christmas Eve&lt;br /&gt;party. Um excuse me buddy we've been on one date I'm not going to your&lt;br /&gt;parent's house on Christmas Eve!!!&lt;br /&gt;       But you know drama queen doesn't want to be mean, I like to end&lt;br /&gt;things by just never corresponding via any method. While I know this&lt;br /&gt;is childish it eliminates that confrontational aspect of the whole "I&lt;br /&gt;don't like you thing", so I have not replied to the evite and do not&lt;br /&gt;intend to, or I may put no and not leave a comment any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;       Well the final detail about Friday night's date, until I have to&lt;br /&gt;update about this again. Today he has already sent one text asking how&lt;br /&gt;I am doing, and yes this text was sent before 10:30AM, definitely&lt;br /&gt;think I've got a stalker on my hands. This happened to me twice in&lt;br /&gt;college and while it may see flattering it just gets annoying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-113505312748610984?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/113505312748610984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=113505312748610984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/113505312748610984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/113505312748610984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/12/drama-and-this-time-not-self-induced.html' title='Drama and this time not self-induced...'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-113475216268432774</id><published>2005-12-16T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T08:56:02.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Literature Discussion</title><content type='html'>Last night I had a great conversation with a very old friend. Somehow we got onto the subject of books, and although I probably don’t give off the impression of enjoying books I really do. Now I haven’t read anything of note in my recent memory due to that destructive factor in my life known as law school. Anyways, not to be totally cheesy we got onto what characters in various works of fiction best characterize me. I know love the let’s analyze “Drama Queen” hence the incessant personality quiz taking as evidenced by this blog. (actually that is probably just a product of too much time on my hands) So I’ve always fancied myself as a F. Scott Fitzgerald heroine in particular Daisy, I like to think someone out there is pining away for me and would stop at nothing to get my attention. And, while Daisy is a sad individual I have always empathized with her and her sadness. &lt;br /&gt; Well dear friend let me know that while I rarely have these moments I sometimes come across as Estella from Great Expectations. That one hurt and I don’t think he was trying to hurt me. While I’ll take the beautiful and cultured part as a compliment, the cold and cruel really destroys the self-image I have of myself. I like to think of myself of warm and friendly, so to be compared to Estella goes against everything I pride myself on being. After this analogy my buddy realized I was not happy and he clarified to mean the “Estella Drama Queen” is not the ordinary drama queen, but every once in a while I have the amazing capability especially when someone pisses me off. &lt;br /&gt; While I admit I can at times be a little conniving and calculating at times, I hate to believe that others notice these less than desirable characteristics of precious little drama queen. I like to believe I am in control and no one knows the sneaky, shady plans I’m attempting to carry out. Guess I need to work on being a little more covert.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-113475216268432774?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/113475216268432774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=113475216268432774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/113475216268432774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/113475216268432774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/12/literature-discussion.html' title='Literature Discussion'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-113461680047236030</id><published>2005-12-14T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T19:20:00.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurt</title><content type='html'>So life was good with the new crush, and life is still good because finals are over and I'm having fun. I'm happy with my life right now, but this crush has been driving me crazy. I've been obsessing over it to the point where it is absurd. Well the crush is one of my friends on myspace. And, he just signed up for myspace a couple of weeks and his relationship status said single until today, and today it changed to "in a relationship" damn, that completely sucks. What a downer. I'd like to ask him about it, but I don't want him to know I care this just totally stinks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-113461680047236030?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/113461680047236030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=113461680047236030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/113461680047236030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/113461680047236030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/12/hurt.html' title='Hurt'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-113444209210538359</id><published>2005-12-12T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T18:48:12.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Heart My New Friend</title><content type='html'>So I've got a new friend, well a new crush really, and its such a huge crush it really isn't funny. I like think about him all the time, dress nicer for school, walk faster when I see him, and make fun of him like I am in second grade kind of crush, totally full blown. Watching him take his final the other day all I could think about was how cute he looked when he was being all serious. Its bad real bad, if he knew how much I thought about him he would think I was a freak. But anyways at the same time I think he has a pretty big crush on me so it is fun. I finish my finals tomorrow and I really hope I get to play with my new crush he's just so darn cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is definitely one of those opposites attract situations, I mean we have a lot of similar interests but we view the world very, very differently which could make things lots of fun, I just love having a new crush....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-113444209210538359?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/113444209210538359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=113444209210538359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/113444209210538359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/113444209210538359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-heart-my-new-friend.html' title='I Heart My New Friend'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-113392219026289655</id><published>2005-12-06T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T18:23:29.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Procrastination</title><content type='html'>TABLE cellPadding=20 align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD align=middle&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;B&gt;The Prom Queen&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;39% Sexy-Cute, 72% Dark-Light, 66% Artsy-Stylish &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;STYLE type=text/css&gt;&lt;br /&gt;img.catIMG { border:1px solid #000; }&lt;br /&gt;td.sexy { background-color:#AA0000; color:#FFFFFF; }&lt;br /&gt;td.cute { background-color:#FFC3C3; color:#000000; }&lt;br /&gt;td.dark { background-color:#AAAAAA; color:#000000; }&lt;br /&gt;td.grey { background-color:#CCCCCC; color:#000000; }&lt;br /&gt;td.light { background-color:#DDDDDD; color:#000000; }&lt;br /&gt;td.artsy { background-color:#5B93E7; color:#000000; }&lt;br /&gt;td.neither { background-color:#7DAAEF; color:#000000; }&lt;br /&gt;td.stylish { background-color:#AECDFD; color:#000000; }&lt;br /&gt;td.name { background-color:#F3F3F3; color:#000000; font-weight:bold; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/STYLE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Sexy, Light, and Stylish, the Prom Queen dazzles with her million-dollar smile and that body that makes every guy wish he was Prom King. While often "Most Popular," The Prom Queen is &lt;I&gt;not&lt;/I&gt; likely to win "Most Likely to Succeed," but chances are she'll end up marrying someone who did.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;IMG class=catIMG src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/cwb/girls/categories/promqueen.jpg"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;If you liked my test, &lt;B&gt;Please&lt;/B&gt; rate it highly! Thanks!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Also, make sure to check out my &lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=2239915079126236029" target=_blank&gt;Beautiful Faces Test&lt;/A&gt; if you haven't already.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;B&gt;See All The Categories&lt;/B&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=1 cellPadding=5 border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=sexy&gt;Sexy&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=dark&gt;Dark&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=artsy&gt;Artsy&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=name&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=3828635434782670283&amp;category=0" target=_blank&gt;The Goth Girl&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=sexy&gt;Sexy&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=dark&gt;Dark&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=neither&gt;Not Artsy or Stylish&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=name&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=3828635434782670283&amp;category=1" target=_blank&gt;The Brooding Poet&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=sexy&gt;Sexy&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=dark&gt;Dark&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=stylish&gt;Stylish&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=name&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=3828635434782670283&amp;category=2" target=_blank&gt;The Mistress&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=sexy&gt;Sexy&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=grey&gt;Not Dark or Light&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=artsy&gt;Artsy&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=name&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=3828635434782670283&amp;category=3" target=_blank&gt;The Hippie Chick&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=sexy&gt;Sexy&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=grey&gt;Not Dark or Light&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=neither&gt;Not Artsy or Stylish&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=name&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=3828635434782670283&amp;category=4" target=_blank&gt;The Hot Friend&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=sexy&gt;Sexy&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=grey&gt;Not Dark or Light&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=stylish&gt;Stylish&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=name&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=3828635434782670283&amp;category=5" target=_blank&gt;The Sorority Girl&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=sexy&gt;Sexy&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=light&gt;Light&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=artsy&gt;Artsy&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=name&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=3828635434782670283&amp;category=6" target=_blank&gt;The Actress&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=sexy&gt;Sexy&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=light&gt;Light&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=neither&gt;Not Artsy or Stylish&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=name&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=3828635434782670283&amp;category=7" target=_blank&gt;Your Friend's Sister&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=sexy&gt;Sexy&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=light&gt;Light&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=stylish&gt;Stylish&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=name&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=3828635434782670283&amp;category=8" target=_blank&gt;The Prom Queen&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=cute&gt;Cute&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=dark&gt;Dark&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=artsy&gt;Artsy&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=name&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=3828635434782670283&amp;category=9" target=_blank&gt;The Suicide Girl&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=cute&gt;Cute&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=dark&gt;Dark&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=neither&gt;Not Artsy or Stylish&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=name&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=3828635434782670283&amp;category=10" target=_blank&gt;The Bad Girl&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=cute&gt;Cute&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=dark&gt;Dark&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=stylish&gt;Stylish&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=name&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=3828635434782670283&amp;category=11" target=_blank&gt;The Bettie Page Girl&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=cute&gt;Cute&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=grey&gt;Not Dark or Light&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=artsy&gt;Artsy&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=name&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=3828635434782670283&amp;category=12" target=_blank&gt;The Art Student&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=cute&gt;Cute&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=grey&gt;Not Dark or Light&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=neither&gt;Not Artsy or Stylish&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=name&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=3828635434782670283&amp;category=13" target=_blank&gt;The Girl Next Door&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=cute&gt;Cute&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=grey&gt;Not Dark or Light&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=stylish&gt;Stylish&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=name&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=3828635434782670283&amp;category=14" target=_blank&gt;The Debutante&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=cute&gt;Cute&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=light&gt;Light&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=artsy&gt;Artsy&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=name&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=3828635434782670283&amp;category=15" target=_blank&gt;The New Age chick&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=cute&gt;Cute&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=light&gt;Light&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=neither&gt;Not Artsy or Stylish&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=name&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=3828635434782670283&amp;category=16" target=_blank&gt;The Favorite Friend&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=cute&gt;Cute&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=light&gt;Light&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=stylish&gt;Stylish&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD class=name&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=3828635434782670283&amp;category=17" target=_blank&gt;The Cheerleader&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD align=middle&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellPadding=20&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;SPAN id=comparisonarea&gt;My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people &lt;I&gt;your age and gender&lt;/I&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=4 cellPadding=0 border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=1 cellPadding=0 bgColor=black border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=32 bgColor=#b2cfff height=20&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;IMG alt="free online dating" src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=118 bgColor=white&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;IMG alt="free online dating" src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;You scored higher than &lt;B&gt;21%&lt;/B&gt; on &lt;B&gt;Sexy-Cute&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=1 cellPadding=0 bgColor=black border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=141 bgColor=#b2cfff height=20&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;IMG alt="free online dating" src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=9 bgColor=white&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;IMG alt="free online dating" src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;You scored higher than &lt;B&gt;94%&lt;/B&gt; on &lt;B&gt;Dark-Light&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=1 cellPadding=0 bgColor=black border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=134 bgColor=#b2cfff height=20&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;IMG alt="free online dating" src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=16 bgColor=white&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;IMG alt="free online dating" src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;You scored higher than &lt;B&gt;89%&lt;/B&gt; on &lt;B&gt;Artsy-Stylish&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;table cellpadding=20&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=3828635434782670283'&gt;The Your Type of Girl Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid=2265191232780470806'&gt;dgc20e&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a  href='http://www.okcupid.com'&gt;OkCupid Free Online Dating&lt;/a&gt;, home of the &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/oktest3'&gt;32-Type Dating Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-113392219026289655?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-113375223384608339</id><published>2005-12-04T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T19:10:34.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So I've got a final in about 12 hours...</title><content type='html'>and I'm not ready and I'm not really concerned. My lack of concern somewhat concerns me, well not enough to actually prepare. At least we can take books/ notes/ outlines in so I guess I will just copy something down. I guess I've just come to the realization that I don't have the desire to work hard enough to be at the top, but I'm also smart enough that I'm not going anywhere unless I totally screw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've kind of let my crush take over all my thoughts, which is really, really bad because whenever I let that happen nothing works out. The longest relationship I've ever had was with someone I didn't obsess over, but I think he obsessed over me. Maybe that should teach me something. I mean I know this crush likes me, I know these things I can tell, but something is holding him back and I cannot figure out what it is, and also I cannot figure out why I am so attracted to him. Strange really. Okay I've got to put it aside for now and study, now more playing on the computer tonight.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-113375223384608339?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/113375223384608339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=113375223384608339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/113375223384608339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/113375223384608339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/12/so-ive-got-final-in-about-12-hours.html' title='So I&apos;ve got a final in about 12 hours...'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-113365824016013690</id><published>2005-12-03T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T17:04:00.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is good</title><content type='html'>So it's smack dab in the middle of finals and I'm not nearly as stressed as I should be, strange really, but I'm not too concerned. I'm actually in a suprising good mood considering the situation. A lot of my good mood probably has to do with the SEC championship and the way my team is playing right now. I many have to update later if the second half isn't as fabulous as the first half. Oh and maybe my crush too. He's so cute, we don't talk all that much except over im, which is some cause for concern, but it is finals and I don't see him in person that much, guess we'll just have to see what happens....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now life is good, I am happy and content!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-113365824016013690?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/113365824016013690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=113365824016013690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/113365824016013690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/113365824016013690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/12/life-is-good.html' title='Life is good'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-113302853700715095</id><published>2005-11-26T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T10:08:57.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HA HA HA</title><content type='html'>Okay my post from last night pretty much cracks me up! Yep came home alone much to my dismay, but I found out crush was actually out whereas I thought he was a home and just not returning my call so that makes me feel better. (In a strange weird way)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-113302853700715095?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/113302853700715095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=113302853700715095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/113302853700715095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/113302853700715095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/11/ha-ha-ha.html' title='HA HA HA'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-113298759005700541</id><published>2005-11-25T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T22:46:30.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>F***!</title><content type='html'>Okay so i haven't updated in forever, my computer was broke down for a while. So its friday night/ saturday am and i just got home from the B-A-R and yes I have a final in less than a week, and no i haven't studied that subject yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways the gist of this post is i am about to get in be alone at home and i want to be getting in law school crush's bed, he didn't return me call and i am pissed!!! oh well night night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-113298759005700541?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/113298759005700541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=113298759005700541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/113298759005700541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/113298759005700541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/11/f.html' title='F***!'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-113202592311721856</id><published>2005-11-14T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T19:38:43.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll never get skinny eating uncrustables</title><content type='html'>So I went to yoga tonight for the first time in like oh well that would be forever. And I passed out, yeah pretty pathetic. So while I wasn't passed out I was looking in the mirror and my legs are freaking huge, I don't mean a little to big, I mean absolutely gignormous. So after that I decide I'm on a massive starvation diet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I get home and I decide to try out one of the uncrustables I bought at the store the other day, yes I'm on the diet of a five year old (i.e., i eat uncrustables, goldfish, milk, and apple slices)And dang, that thing was so delicious I could eat the whole box, but at 210 calories I won't be eating many or I won't be getting skinny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watched Laguna Beach; I'm so pumped about the new series, so glad we're getting away from Kristen, I wish LO would come back....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-113202592311721856?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/113202592311721856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=113202592311721856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/113202592311721856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/113202592311721856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/11/ill-never-get-skinny-eating.html' title='I&apos;ll never get skinny eating uncrustables'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-113185735441842800</id><published>2005-11-12T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T20:49:14.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been reading through my previous posts....</title><content type='html'>and, it just dawned on me, I spend way too much time obsessing about guys. I mean I always knew this but reading what I have written just confirms it. Oh well, guess that is just who I am don't think I can really change it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-113185735441842800?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/113185735441842800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=113185735441842800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/113185735441842800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/113185735441842800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/11/ive-been-reading-through-my-previous.html' title='I&apos;ve been reading through my previous posts....'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-113185609916080311</id><published>2005-11-12T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T20:28:42.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart Hurts</title><content type='html'>My dawgs just lost, I am sober with my Bus Org casebook in my lap crying. Is this normal behavior for a girl on a Saturday night??? I don't think so...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-113185609916080311?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/113185609916080311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=113185609916080311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/113185609916080311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/113185609916080311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-heart-hurts.html' title='My Heart Hurts'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-113184027316337907</id><published>2005-11-12T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T16:31:19.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Addicted to Stupid Quizzes</title><content type='html'>Take the quiz: &lt;a href="http://www.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=9702"&gt;"Which Mean Girls Character Are you? (girlz)"&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myyearbook.com/zenhex/images/quiz2/9702/res4.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gretchen Wieners&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your a conceited bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the quiz: &lt;a href="http://www.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=6672"&gt;"Which Laguna Beach Character are You?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myyearbook.com/zenhex/images/quiz2/6672/res3.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;You've got a more comfortable style and aren't the leader of the bitches but you are in the club.  You're spoiled and love sushi!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the quiz: &lt;a href="http://www.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=10111"&gt;"what kind of drug are you? (includes pictures)"&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myyearbook.com/zenhex/images/quiz3/10111/res1.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;cocaine.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;you are cocaine. addictive, expensive and confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ake the quiz: &lt;a href="http://www.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=20800"&gt;"Which Barbie Are You?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myyearbook.com/zenhex/images/quiz5/20800/res11.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hollywood Barbie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;People are so mean when they call you vain and shallow.   It's your agent who is pressuring you to get a second nose job!  You can't help it the Malibu surgeon got the shape wrong (the lawsuit is still pending).  It's not your fault the only 3 motion pictures you've ever done were box office bombs.   They were bad scripts and your roles weren't big enough to save the film.    Things will surely be lookig up for you soon, barbie.   Atleast your live in boyfriend is a great masseur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the quiz: &lt;a href="http://www.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=12"&gt;"Which American City Are You?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myyearbook.com/zenhex/images/quiz1/12/res1.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;New York&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're competative, you like to take it straight to the fight.  You gotta have it all or die trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the quiz: &lt;a href="http://www.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=10603"&gt;"What O.C. Character are you most like?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myyearbook.com/zenhex/images/quiz3/10603/res5.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're very popular and you just what to do to cheer your friends up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-113184027316337907?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/113184027316337907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=113184027316337907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/113184027316337907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/113184027316337907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-addicted-to-stupid-quizzes.html' title='I&apos;m Addicted to Stupid Quizzes'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-113181576012127926</id><published>2005-11-12T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T09:16:00.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dreaded Stress of Finals Has Set In....</title><content type='html'>So we're coming up on the home stretch of the semester, really the only part that counts as far as law school is concerned, stress is setting in. Yesterday I had a "freak the fuck out" moment in the car and spent about 9 hours up and school. I'm on the couch now trying to decide if I should go to work or school, neither are very appealing choices. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave up going down to Oxford for the game, I can't believe I'm not going to a single game this year, that sucks, and I think I'm going to give up going to the bar this afternoon to watch football, but I will not give up watching my DAWGS tonight, we simply much beat those nasty tigers/war eagles/ whatever the fuck they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great convo with a college friend last night, she's engaged to her precious boyfriend of forever and ever and it was fun to chat and catch up, but it always makes me kind of sad. I really miss the lifestyle of college, I just have no idea why I didn't stretch it out. I distinctly remember over the Christmas break of my junior year telling my dad I was sick of it all, I was going to load up and finish a semester early. I told me to take my time and think about what I was doing. I'm glad I took his advice. My senior year in college was definitely one of the happiest times in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm getting back to that point. I feel like right after college I got kind of lost and lost touch with too many friends, and last year I was so wrapped up in my boyfriend that I didn't make friends of my own. I had my friends from  before I dated him but I made no effort to get to know anyone in lawschool (except his friends) on a social level. I kind of hate that but this year has been good, I've been making friends and having fun. Of course all fun and socialization if coming to a screeching halt, but at least I will have someone to commiserate with in the library for all these long nights coming up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-113181576012127926?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/113181576012127926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=113181576012127926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/113181576012127926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/113181576012127926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/11/dreaded-stress-of-finals-has-set-in.html' title='The Dreaded Stress of Finals Has Set In....'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-113137545625731192</id><published>2005-11-07T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T06:57:36.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sandy Cohen Singing</title><content type='html'>So I'm laying in the bed thinking about getting my week started off right and watching a little of the Today show and who is on there but Sandy Cohen and he's singing, weird...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, please explain to me why it is going to be 85 degrees today, isn't it November, but maybe that is just me......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-113137545625731192?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/113137545625731192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=113137545625731192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/113137545625731192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/113137545625731192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/11/sandy-cohen-singing.html' title='Sandy Cohen Singing'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-113130028901500475</id><published>2005-11-06T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T10:04:49.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Random  Thing.....</title><content type='html'>So last night when I was chatting it up with a cutie, kind of looked like E from Entourage, he immediately said "you're an extrovert and you have really bad add" hmmmm, did realize others picked up on things like that so quickly, but that's cool....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-113130028901500475?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-113129967266867604</id><published>2005-11-06T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T09:54:32.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At Least That One Says I'm Happy.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Strawberry Daiquiri&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatmixeddrinkareyouquiz/strawberry-daiquiri.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a fun, playful drinker who loves to party.&lt;br /&gt;You may get totally wasted, but you're always a happy drunk!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatmixeddrinkareyouquiz/"&gt;What Mixed Drink Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-113129967266867604?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/113129967266867604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=113129967266867604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/113129967266867604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/113129967266867604'/><link rel='alternate' 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Drunk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofdrunkareyouquiz/wild-drunk.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can get enough drink. Seriously, you'll just go puke and start pounding them back again!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofdrunkareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Drunk Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-113129953883341157?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/113129953883341157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=113129953883341157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/113129953883341157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/113129953883341157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/11/wow-this-is-flattering.html' title='Wow This is Flattering.....'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-113129889700132364</id><published>2005-11-06T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T09:41:37.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Funny, This Actually Was My Costume Two Years Ago, But Pink Of Course......</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FF9900" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Haloween Costume Should Be&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFD79A"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoubeforhalloweenquiz/sexy-bunny-costume.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Sexy Bunny&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoubeforhalloweenquiz/"&gt;What Should You Be For Halloween?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-113129889700132364?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/113129889700132364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=113129889700132364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/113129889700132364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/113129889700132364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-is-funny-this-actually-was-my.html' title='This Is Funny, This Actually Was My Costume Two Years Ago, But Pink Of Course......'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-113129859035069263</id><published>2005-11-06T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T09:36:30.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So I've gotten lazy with updating</title><content type='html'>It has been a wild few weeks. Why is it that whenever I am going to stay home and "get organized" I end up out and about with all kinds of new friends until all hours of the night/ morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the insanity started several weeks ago when Mr. Big came in town. That weekend led to Thursday night out until 3, then Saturday night out until 8:30 Sunday morning. Finally got to feeling better around Wednesday so of course Friday night out until about 5, then Saturday night out until around 3 or 4 (In the same Wonder Woman Halloween costume both nights no less). Then this past Friday night out until 4 or 5 then last night only out until midnight, but really should not have gone out at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many bruises all over my body I look like I'm in abusive relationship, actually I am in an abusive relationship, and my tormenter is vodka, well sometimes its beer but I guess I don't need to get specific. Now my relationship with vodka has always been stormy but lately it has taken on epic proportions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now my whole body aches and I'm breaking it off with vodka and beer and any others that might related to that pair that's interested in beating up this drama queen. Seriously this post makes me sound like I'm an alkie or something, well I am a law student so I guess that is somewhat expected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as usual my relationship with vodka intensifies my dramatic flair, as if it needed to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, Halloween, was absolutely off the hook. Friday night I rocked it out like my life depended on it, totally ridiculous. So finally got to make out with lawschool hottie (yes, yet another code name). He's a cutie in my class who I've been flirting with for a while....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Saturday felt ridiculously ill, then felt worse when my dawgs lost to those evil gators, but mustered up the strength to get back in the wonder woman outfit and rock it out again like my life depended on it. Spent all week doing the typical stuff, rushing to work, rushing to school, rushing to meetings, oh and I learned how to make cheesecake (aren't I domestic). So finally get to feeling all right on Thursday, but stay in b/c of the massive pile of catch up work I've got to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Friday (as in two days ago) couldn't quite decide what I wanted to do, there was Barrister's Ball (aka "Law School Prom") and then there was a Coyote Ugly theme party that Ex2 had asked me to about a week ago. But when Ex2 asks me to do stuff its not really for sure, he's weird like that. So I decided to go to the Prom and I asked overachierver if he wanted to go with me. We go we're having fun. Overachiever thinks I'm being too flirty with others (um hello, you're my date not my boyfriend). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get into a fight (overachiever and I) and he proceeds to tell me he thought we were pretty much back together and I informed him I don't feel that way). So overachiever left and I kept on with my rockstar ways. Then got to make out with lawschool hottie again (damn I don't know what it is about him but he is so darn attractive to me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was pretty chill just had some beers with pool bff, I miss the summer when we get to hang out more, but we always have a good time. Met some cuties but then got bored so I came home early. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I simply must go and attempt to get caught up, ha ha like that will ever happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-113129859035069263?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/113129859035069263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=113129859035069263' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/113129859035069263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/113129859035069263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-ive-gotten-lazy-with-updating.html' title='So I&apos;ve gotten lazy with updating'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-113073678505459606</id><published>2005-10-30T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T21:33:05.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Weekend</title><content type='html'>This weekend was awesome!! All that I expected, completely shady and out of control and Mr. Big sent me an email asking if I was still up for a visit.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably shouldn't get my hopes up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-113073678505459606?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/113073678505459606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=113073678505459606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/113073678505459606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/113073678505459606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/10/great-weekend.html' title='Great Weekend'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-113030251083152772</id><published>2005-10-25T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T21:55:10.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Clarifications</title><content type='html'>Okay so I was just reading through my previous posts and first off I realized I am terrible at editing, well okay I knew that but I just confirmed it. Second, if anyone reads this with any regularity toga boy and Mr. Big are the same person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same person who sends me so many mixed signals that I am in total tailspin right now rapidly spiraling out of control, and in such a situation who do I look for to help with analysis and solace, that would be love of my life/ internet boyfriend. Makes no sense at all. What is a normal relationship because I know I sure as hell don't have any. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 2/3 of the way through the semester and about to drown from all the work I've got to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty pumped about this. One hot Halloween costume, 3 dates, 2 days, 5 parties, do the math it doesn't add up, DRAMA is around the corner, but this is it after this weekend its total hibernation until after finals. If I'm going to blow it out big I've got to do it right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-113030251083152772?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/113030251083152772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=113030251083152772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/113030251083152772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/113030251083152772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/10/few-clarifications.html' title='A Few Clarifications'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-112989977922015490</id><published>2005-10-21T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T06:02:59.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-Induced Drama</title><content type='html'>Damn, so its been a while.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways life was going along just fine, not going out too much; studying and working hard. Lots of school activities this year. Overall just so busy no time for drama really, but all that changed last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the law school overachiever and I have been talking again, as usual he thinks its more than I do, but we've been having fun and really getting along well. So he calls and says he's going for beers with some of his work buddies if I want to swing by they are going to be at X Bar. So I run on up to X Bar, as I walk in I see Gal Pal. Gal Pal and I have been buddies for several years now and he likes to tell me how much he likes me and how we would make a great couple, but I've never even been on a date with him, much less kissed him no matter how drunk I get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So talk to Gal Pal, go sit with Overachiever and Co. Well, X Bar is Mr. Big's absolute favorite bar, and although he lives out of state currently anytime he comes in town he goes to X Bar. I look over and I swear I think it's Mr. Big, but I cannot go to speak to him b/c Overachier absolutely hate Mr. Big and that will only start a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Overachiever leaves and I sit at the bar with Gal Pal for another drink. Gal Pal convinces me to go to his friend's house with him for dinner (his friend's not mine). So on the way there I send Mr. Big a text to find out if he is in town and he is. Have awkward encounter with Gal Pal's church friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go back to X bar so I can say hi to Mr. Big, Gal Pal thinks Mr. Big is an asshole and won't sit at the table with him and all his buddies, so Gal Pal and I sit at the bar. Gal Pal is all over me (its quite ridiculous really). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gal Pal and I leave and head to Y bar for a law school function. Y bar is crowded and un-fun. I want to leave have to convince Gal Pal to leave. Finally get to leave. Mr. Big is at Z bar, Gal Pal wants to go to Z bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I talk Gal Pal out of going to Z bar, take him home, he tries to kiss me (GROSS!!)&lt;br /&gt;Finally meet up with Mr. Big. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, he's still Mr. Big.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully the guy juggling won't be too demanding this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-112989977922015490?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/112989977922015490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=112989977922015490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112989977922015490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112989977922015490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/10/self-induced-drama.html' title='Self-Induced Drama'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-112822638260493413</id><published>2005-10-01T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T21:13:02.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Always Get What You Want</title><content type='html'>This weekend has been rough.  I’m supposed to be finished with my appellate brief for moot court by now and I haven’t even started.  Work Friday was very productive so that was good and gave me a real sense of accomplishment, but it has all been downhill from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after work yesterday afternoon I met up with Ex2 for a couple of beers, I’ve really been abusing him lately for drinks and attention, but he wants to kiss me and I won’t kiss him so he continues to allow the abuse to continue although the whole gig must be painful obvious.  We have a couple of beers, he calls a mutual buddy, buddy meets us, we decide we’re hungry.  Spend an hour trying to figure out where to go for dinner.  Go have a great dinner, I bail, some lame excuse about wanting to change clothes, but I’ll definitely meet back up with them.  Yeah right!  Of course I let Ex2 pick up my portion of whatever tab there may have been, didn’t even offer to pay, guess that was a pretty bad ex-girlfriend move, but he should expect it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on my way home from dinner I decided to call new crush, great idea of course.  So I must have been a little drunker than I thought I was because when he asks what I’ve been up to I proceed to tell him exactly how I have used my ex for free drinks and dinner, yeah probably not such a good idea.  So I get home and pass out.  I really didn’t think I had very much to drink last night, but I must have been wrong.  I woke up feeling like ass this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I laid in bed and watched football, then I turned my computer on and noticed internet boyfriend/ love of my life had emailed and he was in the office (that sucks having to work on a Saturday, and I know that’s the future I’m headed towards).  So after a suggestive exchange of emails he tells me he’ll call on his way home and try to stop by.  I take a nap, he calls while I’m napping, once again I don’t get to see him.  Probably better, I need to cut things off with this guy, its been going on for almost two years and I know deep down he’s never going to break it off with his girlfriend for me, but something inside of me keeps hoping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, this weekend has sucked, and now stupid Kanye West is on SNL, hey Kanye “Law School Drama Queen doesn’t care about blacks” what do you think about that??? No, I am not a racist, I just do not like celebrities who have more than I ever will act like they are somehow deprived, really can’t stand Kayne. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay seriously, I’ve got to get to that appellate brief, enough distractions....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-112822638260493413?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/112822638260493413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=112822638260493413' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112822638260493413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112822638260493413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/10/cant-always-get-what-you-want.html' title='Can&apos;t Always Get What You Want'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-112804911180972249</id><published>2005-09-29T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T19:58:31.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The OC Is AWESOME</title><content type='html'>Okay so the OC is now officially like the best show ever. Man, it just keeps getting better, I almost wish I wasn't so addicted so I could wait until the season came out on dvd and watch the whole thing at once, well I'm not sure I'd be able to sit still that long, but whatever, I can't wait until next week. Thursdays have been my favorite day (potentially another blog post later), but now I like them even more. Okay so back to this darn appellate brief....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-112804911180972249?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/112804911180972249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=112804911180972249' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112804911180972249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112804911180972249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/09/oc-is-awesome.html' title='The OC Is AWESOME'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-112796830159629279</id><published>2005-09-28T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T21:31:41.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awww, that's just sad</title><content type='html'>So I was just cruising facebook, adding a couple of new friends and what not. Then I decided to check out the party section. I'm not really all that into facebook, so this is a new feature to me, but you could see who was having a keg this weekend, etc. (mainly random undergrads), but this one random guy had a posting that it was his wedding and he wanted anyone he has ever met to come. Hello, where are the engraved Crane invitations??? I hate to be a snob, but I thought posting your wedding on facebook is pretty pathetic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-112796830159629279?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/112796830159629279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=112796830159629279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112796830159629279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112796830159629279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/09/awww-thats-just-sad.html' title='Awww, that&apos;s just sad'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-112788189178479535</id><published>2005-09-27T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T21:31:31.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to be productive</title><content type='html'>Okay so I should be doing something productive right now, I'm so busy I can hardly even think, yet I find enough time to lay in my bed and watch sweet sixteen. Damn, this show just gets more and more ridiculous. These people might be rich, but they're so damn tacky, its truly unbelievable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laguana Beach was great this week, love that show, its a really pathetic addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyways today was stressful, hopefully tomorrow will be less so. I really like my new job and all the people I work with. This may be the nicest place I have ever worked. Okay, I absolutely must work on my moot court brief now, yikes working on a deadline......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-112788189178479535?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/112788189178479535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=112788189178479535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112788189178479535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112788189178479535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-need-to-be-productive.html' title='I need to be productive'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-112758637607829406</id><published>2005-09-24T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T11:26:16.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Great Day</title><content type='html'>Things have been going really well this year so far. I got a part-time job (i.e. shoe fund) which is great, and I really think I'm going to like it there, hopefully I can just stick around until I graduate and they'll decide they need an associate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm going to be super productive, I haven't been thus far, but I'm about to pack up my crap and head to the law library, fewer distractions than here at the apartment. I woke up this morning feeling relaxed and refreshed. I had a big night out Thursday then I was busy all day yesterday. I had planned on coming home yesterday evening and taking a little nap then maybe meeting up with so people. But, my cousin called and he was in town for the night and wanted me to have a drink with him, so of course I went to meet him. Which led to about a million mojitos being consumed and dinner, then home around 10. I was planning on showering and going back out, but I showered and curled up on the couch, so I feel great today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to be productive hopefully I'll have a clever/ funny update later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-112758637607829406?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/112758637607829406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=112758637607829406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112758637607829406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112758637607829406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-great-day.html' title='It&apos;s a Great Day'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-112736153749319007</id><published>2005-09-21T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T20:58:57.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is too funny....</title><content type='html'>Check it out. It's from Alex Blagg's Blog, seriously the funniest blog I check on a daily basis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-112736153749319007?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://blaggblogg.blogspot.com/2005/09/return-to-whole-foods-customer-moron.html' title='This is too funny....'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/112736153749319007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=112736153749319007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112736153749319007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112736153749319007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/09/this-is-too-funny.html' title='This is too funny....'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-112734105982773729</id><published>2005-09-21T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T15:17:40.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Job</title><content type='html'>I just found out last night that I got the part-time job I have been wanting. I'm super excited, I went and met everyone today and I'm starting on Friday. I'm super excited and I won't be super poor anymore which is great. I think I'm really going to like this firm and I hope they like me too, then maybe I can just stay there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray, what a good day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-112734105982773729?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/112734105982773729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=112734105982773729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112734105982773729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112734105982773729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/09/new-job_21.html' title='New Job'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-112710001911496729</id><published>2005-09-18T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T20:20:19.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Weekend</title><content type='html'>So this weekend I stayed in all weekend and missed out on all kind of fun. I had to stay in all weekend because of all the work that I have let pile up. But now I feel more on top of things, and that is good. One of my football teams won yesterday and the other one lost and my least favorite team lost so I guess it all turned out okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a surprisingly good mood for being cooped up all weekend, but there's something exhilarating about feeling organized for the week ahead on a Sunday night....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-112710001911496729?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/112710001911496729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=112710001911496729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112710001911496729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112710001911496729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/09/good-weekend.html' title='Good Weekend'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-112675385476785488</id><published>2005-09-14T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T20:10:54.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Maybe I'm Not on the Wrong Track After All....</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Career Type: Enterprising&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/idealcareerquiz/enterprising.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are engertic, ambitious, and sociable.&lt;br /&gt;Your talents lie in politics, leading people, and selling things or ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make an excellent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auctioneer - Bank President - Camp Director&lt;br /&gt;City Manager - Judge - Lawyer&lt;br /&gt;Recreation Leader - Real Estate Agent - Sales Person&lt;br /&gt;School Principal  - Travel Agent - TV Newscaster  &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;The worst career options for your are investigative careers, like mathematician or architect.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/idealcareerquiz/"&gt;What's Your Ideal Career?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-112675385476785488?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/112675385476785488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=112675385476785488' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112675385476785488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112675385476785488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-maybe-im-not-on-wrong-track-after.html' title='So Maybe I&apos;m Not on the Wrong Track After All....'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-112675367680091878</id><published>2005-09-14T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T20:07:56.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I've taken on too much</title><content type='html'>Organizing benefits (yes more than one) for hurricane victims, completing scholarship hours, bar review rep, study guide rep, taking 16 hours, and now possibly a part-time job, yes I am crazy......... guess sleep has got to go because I know I'm not giving up eating or drinking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-112675367680091878?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/112675367680091878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=112675367680091878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112675367680091878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112675367680091878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-think-ive-taken-on-too-much.html' title='I think I&apos;ve taken on too much'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-112664391567659934</id><published>2005-09-13T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T13:38:35.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting.....</title><content type='html'>This is an email that was forwarded to me earlier today it is long but pretty interesting, and somewhat surprising. Notice none of the European Union countries offer any cash and some countries that I didn't think had anything to give found a way to give........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;.S. Department of State Summary of Foreign Assistance&lt;br /&gt;Received or Expected to Date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afghanistan $100,000 cash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albania Pledge of $300,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armenia Pledge of $200,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Australia $7.6 million cash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austria Tarps, camp beds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azerbaijan $500,000 cash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahamas Pledge of $50,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahrain Pledge of $5 million&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangladesh Pledge of $1 million&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belgium Operations teams, generators, water&lt;br /&gt;pumps, logistical teams of 9 working&lt;br /&gt;with Red Cross since September 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bosnia/Herzegovina Pledge $6,414&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canada Pledge of $5 million to the Bush-Clinton&lt;br /&gt;hurricane relief fund 2 Griffin helos,&lt;br /&gt;search and rescue teams, Air Canada&lt;br /&gt;evacuation flights, supplies, security&lt;br /&gt;teams, Three Canadian force ships(1&lt;br /&gt;Destroyer, 2 Frigates, and 1 CG ship)&lt;br /&gt;with 3 Sea King Helicopters and other&lt;br /&gt;donations in kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China $5.1 million cash, relief supplies,&lt;br /&gt;relief teams, 1000 tent, 600 generators,&lt;br /&gt;bedsheets, children's clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyprus $50,000 cash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Djibouti Pledge of $50,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;European Commission Has activated its Civil Protection&lt;br /&gt;Cooperative Mechanism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;France 600 tents and relief supplies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabon Pledge $500,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Georgia $50,000 cash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germany High-speed pumps and other supplies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greece 2 cruise ships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hungary $5,000 cash&lt;br /&gt;Iceland Pledge of $500,000 to the Bush-Clinton&lt;br /&gt;hurricane relief fund&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICRC Web-Based tracking system for displaced&lt;br /&gt;persons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India $5 million cash, 3000 personal hygiene&lt;br /&gt;kits, 3000 blankets, 3000 sheets, 150&lt;br /&gt;tarps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iraq Pledge of $1 million cash to the Red&lt;br /&gt;Cross, via the Red Crescent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ireland EU $1 million cash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Italy Generators, water pumps/purifiers,&lt;br /&gt;tents, supplies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japan $200,000 cash &amp; $844,000 in relief&lt;br /&gt;supplies, private pledges over&lt;br /&gt;$1 million&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenya $100,000 cash donation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuwait $400 million in oil products &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;$100 million cash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maldives $25,000 to the Red Cross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mexico 45 truckloads of supplies,&lt;br /&gt;transport vehicles, 2 field&lt;br /&gt;kitchens, 2 helos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mongolia Pledge of $25,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nepal Pledge of $25,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Netherlands Levee inspection team to&lt;br /&gt;assist Army Corp of Engineers,&lt;br /&gt;water pumps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Zealand $1.4 million cash to Red Cross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nigeria Pledge of $1 million cash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norway $1.54 million in relief&lt;br /&gt;supplies/cash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Organization of Created a fund for donations&lt;br /&gt;American States from Member States to the ICRC&lt;br /&gt;and donated $25,000 cash from&lt;br /&gt;its emergency fund&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palau Pledge of $50,000, additional $50,000&lt;br /&gt;donor drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qatar Pledge of $100 million cash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Republic of Korea $30 million in cash and various&lt;br /&gt;in-kind relief supplies&lt;br /&gt;Russia Air transport, generators, tents,&lt;br /&gt;blankets, water, water pumps,&lt;br /&gt;relief supplies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sao Tome and Principe Pledge of $18,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudi Arabia $5 million from Aramco, $250,000&lt;br /&gt;from Agfund&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore 3 Helicopters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spain 65,000 barrels of oil for 60 days,&lt;br /&gt;relief supplies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sri Lanka $25,000 cash to the Red Cross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweden telecommunications equipment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taiwan $2 million cash, relief supplies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thailand Blankets, relief supplies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UAE Pledge of $100 million cash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uganda Pledge of $200,000 dollars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UK Water and water purification assets,&lt;br /&gt;field kitchens, 500 person tent city,&lt;br /&gt;blankets, camp beds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venezuela Up to $1 million to Red Cross and&lt;br /&gt;state government&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vietnam $100,000 donations to victims&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yemen $100,000 donation to Red Cross &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-112664391567659934?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/112664391567659934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=112664391567659934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112664391567659934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112664391567659934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/09/interesting.html' title='Interesting.....'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-112637783690962330</id><published>2005-09-10T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T11:43:56.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Saturdays In The Fall</title><content type='html'>I just love Saturdays in the fall, waking up thinking about all the football I'm going to watch and how happy I'm going to be when my teams crush their competition!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm snuggled up in bed right now, with a cold diet coke and oreos propped up by the millions of pillows I find necessary and the T.V. on. Life really doesn't get much better than this. Okay well actually being at the game is better, but you've got to have a couple of slow weekends during the season. Hopefully I will get some reading done between my T.V. marathon....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-112637783690962330?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/112637783690962330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=112637783690962330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112637783690962330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112637783690962330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-love-saturdays-in-fall.html' title='I Love Saturdays In The Fall'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-112604758628274820</id><published>2005-09-06T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T16:18:52.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Found This Post....</title><content type='html'>and it really sums up a lot of my feelings about law school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a better time and enjoying myself more because I've stopped caring. Not about law school, but about getting on law review so I can work and Big Law this summer only to waste the most exciting and productive years of my life stuffed into an office staring at my computer day after day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I worked at Big Law as a secretary before law school I was fascinated with the idea of going to law school and everything about it, but I knew deep down that I didn't want to go back to Big Law or anyplace like it when I got out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow last year I got sucked in. I dreamed about being about to go back to someplace like Big Law, not the Big Law I worked in before but a different and better version. Then this summer I work and Prestigious Small Law (so that it would look good on my resume when I went through on campus interviews for Big Law in the fall) and somewhere I realized I'm not even certain I want to work in a firm at all, big or small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up not even writing for law review and I have yet to submit a resume for on campus interviews. I'm doing my own thing and being myself and I know that at the end of the day that will make me more sucessful and fulfilled than chasing after Big Law...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-112604758628274820?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.blogdenovo.org/archives/000046.html' title='I Just Found This Post....'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/112604758628274820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=112604758628274820' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112604758628274820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112604758628274820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-just-found-this-post.html' title='I Just Found This Post....'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-112586003375025450</id><published>2005-09-04T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T11:53:53.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW! I can't even get a handle on this....</title><content type='html'>I read this on a message board for Tulane law school. As attorney, future attorneys and other futher members of the legal community we really need to do all we can to help out those in our profession....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Lawyers in Louisiana know your hearts, in particular, are for lawyers since they are your clients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of this...5,000 - 6,000 lawyers (1/3 of the lawyers in Louisiana) have lost their offices, their libraries, their computers with all information thereon,their client files - possibly their clients, as one attorney who e-mailed me noted. As I mentioned before, they are scattered from Florida to Arizona and have nothing to return to. Their children's schools are gone and, optimistically, the school systems in 8 parishes/counties won't be re-opened until after December. They must re-locate their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our state supreme court is under some water - with all appellate files and evidence folders/boxes along with it. The 5th Circuit Court of Appeals building is under some water - with the same effect. Right now there may only be 3-4 feet of standing water but, if you think about it, most files are kept in the basements or lower floors of courthouses. What effect will that have on the lives of citizens and lawyers throughout this state and this area of the country? And on the law?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city and district courts in as many as 8 parishes/counties are underwater, as well as 3 of our circuit courts - with evidence/files at each of them ruined. The law enforcement offices in those areas are underwater - again, with evidence ruined. 6,000 prisoners in 2 prisons and one juvenile facility are having to be securely relocated. We already have over-crowding at most Louisiana prisons and juvenile facilities. What effect will this have? And what happens when the evidence in their cases has been destroyed? Will the guilty be released upon the communities? Will the innocent not be able to prove their innocence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our state bar offices are under water. Our state disciplinary offices are under water - again with evidence ruined. Of particular interest to you...our state disciplinary offices are located on Veteran's Blvd. in Metairie. Those of you who have been watching the news, they continue to show Veteran's Blvd. It's the shot with the destroyed Target store and shopping center under water and that looks like a long canal. Our Committee on Bar Admissions is located there and would have been housing the bar exams which have been turned in from the recent July bar exam(this is one time I'll pray the examiners were late in turning them in -we were set to meet in 2 weeks to go over the results). Will all of those new graduates have to retake the bar exam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of the 4 law schools in Louisiana are located in New Orleans (Loyola and Tulane - the 2 private ones that students have already paid about$8,000+ for this semester to attend). Another 1,000+ lawyers-to-be whose lives have been detoured. I've contacted professors at both schools but they can't reach anyone at those schools and don't know the amount of damage they've taken. Certainly, at least, this semester is over. I'm trying to reach the Chancellor's at Southern and LSU here in Baton Rouge to see if there's anything we can do to take in the students and/or the professors. I think I mentioned before, students from out of state have beens stranded at at least 2 of the other universities in New Orleans - they're moving up floor after floor as the water rises. Our local news station received a call from some medical students at Tulane Medical Center who were now on the 5th floor of the dormitories as the water had risen. One of them had had a heart attack and they had no medical supplies and couldn't reach anyone - 911 was busy, local law enforcement couldn't be reached, they were going through the phone book and reached a news station 90 miles away!! It took the station almost 45 minutes to finally find someone with FEMA to try to get in to them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, then, there are the clients whose files are lost, whose cases are stymied. Their lives, too, are derailed. Of course, the vast majority live in the area and that's the least of their worries. But, the New Orleans firms also have a large national and international client base. For example, I received an e-mail from one attorney friend who I work with on some crucial domestic violence (spousal and child) cases around the nation - those clients could be seriously impacted by the loss, even temporarily, of their attorney - and he can't get to them and is having difficulty contacting the many courts around the nation where his cases are pending. Large corporate clients may have their files blowing in the wind where the high rise buildings had windows blown out. I woke up this morning to the picture of Veteran's Blvd which made me think of my students who just took the bar. My thoughts wandered from there to the effect on the Disciplinary Offices and I thought of you. Then my thoughts continued on. I'm sure I'm still missing a big part of the future picture. It's just devastating. Can you imagine something of this dimension in your state?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-112586003375025450?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/112586003375025450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=112586003375025450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112586003375025450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112586003375025450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/09/wow-i-cant-even-get-handle-on-this.html' title='WOW! I can&apos;t even get a handle on this....'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-112562316934352704</id><published>2005-09-01T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T18:06:09.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay not I am just angry...</title><content type='html'>So I've been watching the hurricane coverage on and off since this horrible tragedy happened. My heart goes out to everyone affected by the tragedy. I believe everyone in this country needs to give what they can to this cause, whether is $1 or $1million, every little bit is desperately need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, people need to realize THIS WAS A NATURAL DISASTER! Haley Barbour did not cause this, President Bush did not cause this, I have MSNBC on and they just interview Al Sharpton and he basically said this is President Bush's fault and further evidence of the "right wing conspiracy". I've heard many of "The Reverend's" ridiculous rants, but this absolutely has to be the worst. Katrina is no one's fault, and we all need to work together now to get through this and help the people of MS, AL and LA. I simply cannot stand it that people have the nerve to get on TV and try to make this into a political forum. THIS ISN'T A POLITICAL ISSUE. So Robert Kennedy, Jr....... Haley Barbour didn't cause this because he supported global warming and President Bush did not cause this as a part of the right wing conspiracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, Dennis Hassert, that simply disgusts me that you suggest New Orleans should not be rebuilt. How would you feel if your city was ravaged and we didn't want to rebuild it.&lt;br /&gt;New Orleans is an amazing city that must be rebuilt. As a southerner I feel very strong that New Orleans must be rebuilt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope tomorrow brings better news.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-112562316934352704?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/112562316934352704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=112562316934352704' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112562316934352704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112562316934352704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/09/okay-not-i-am-just-angry.html' title='Okay not I am just angry...'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-112554322104978062</id><published>2005-08-31T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T19:53:41.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Day</title><content type='html'>So today was a great day. Didn't have class until 11 and found out my 2:30 was cancelled when I got to school, that meant I got out a 1. Couldn't have been an easier day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was "on call" for Business Organizations so I was super prepared, but turns out I was a day off and I am on call tomorrow. Oh well, guess better a day late than a day early. (oops, strike that reverse)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing some massive cleaning around the apartment which always makes me feel good. I really should clean more often it gives me a sense of accomplishment. That is my goal this school year, to do more small tasks that give me a sense of accomplishment. I often times find myself spending so much time thinking about how to get a big project done and how to make it the biggest and the best that I forget about little things. Then I never finish the big things and I get down on myself for not accomplishing anything. So, new plan....I'm going to accomplish small goals each day. Hopefully that will work out for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to study my a$$ off this year, got to get that class rank up this semester, big time.... guess I better get to the reading. Hopefully I'll have a funny story soon, now that everyone around school has chilled out there are fewer funny stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the romance front things are progressing nicely with Ex2 and I spoke to overachiever last night, nothing with the class crush though.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-112554322104978062?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/112554322104978062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=112554322104978062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112554322104978062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112554322104978062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/08/good-day.html' title='Good Day'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-112546350180721707</id><published>2005-08-30T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T21:45:01.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart Goes Out.....</title><content type='html'>I find myself drawn to watching news about Katrina every minute I am home, although the news just gets more and more depressing. My heart truly goes out to all the people on the Mississippi gulf coast and New Orleans and the rest of LA and Mobile, AL and anyone else who has been a victim of this terrible tragedy. I really can't even imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to tear up as I watched the news this evening thinking of all the people who have lost everything they have or even worse someone they love, it seems so surreal. They are saying full power may not be restored for weeks or months. What about all those poor children who are going to have no sense of normalcy for such a long time to come. I think of my cousin who is in law school down in New Orleans and of all the people I know on the gulf coast and New Orleans. The girls I went to camp with so many summers ago, the girls I knew in college and various other friends I have met throughout my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm certainly going to say a prayer for all those affected by Katrina and be thankful that the only real affect Katrina had on me was knocking out my power for a few hours and causing me to miss art law this morning due to an alarm clock with no power. My heart goes out to all those people down there....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-112546350180721707?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/112546350180721707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=112546350180721707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112546350180721707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112546350180721707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-heart-goes-out.html' title='My Heart Goes Out.....'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-112543651981620825</id><published>2005-08-30T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T14:15:19.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back On Track</title><content type='html'>I feel like I'm starting to get my life together for this semester. I'm going to be ridiculously busy, but that is okay I kind of like it that way. Hope fully I'll be employed soon by someone other than bigdog (I really want to go to a firm that doesn't have a policy against lunch, I mean that was pretty ridiculous). Employment will be good because that will mean an income, which translates into fun money for shoes, alcohol and vacays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the school front I think I actually like this years classes better than last year, and I am starting to think maybe I do not want to be a litigator. This years classes are more focused on planning to prevent litigation (Business Organizations, Decedent' s Estates and Income Taxation) OH, and I have Art Law, I just love it, so so so much fun. I wish I could go get a master's, etc. In Art History and become an art dealer....hmmm something to consider. So there is lots of reading but its actually been better this year, its like they made every 2L take a mandatory chill pill before they could come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the love front things might get interesting in the next couple of weeks. I broke it off for good with the ex (lawschool overachiever) this past weekend. I was trying so hard to be nice, but I finally just had to say I really don't give a damn about your intentions, I have absolutely no interest in getting back together with you. So I'm starting to move past toga boy, I don't think he will ever give me the time of day (actually I know as soon as I stop wanting him to give me the time of day he will). So I'm talking to the ex before the most recent ex again (we'll call him Ex2 for purposes of this blog) and I've also got a class crush too (well he's been a crush for a while but we couldn't ever act on it b/c he was friends with lawschool overachiever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No if I could just get my apartment clean and organized I would feel so much better, guess maybe I should work on that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-112543651981620825?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/112543651981620825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=112543651981620825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112543651981620825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112543651981620825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/08/back-on-track.html' title='Back On Track'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-112527923489219765</id><published>2005-08-28T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T18:33:54.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the First Week on to the Second</title><content type='html'>So the first week wasn't as nearly as traumatic as I thought it would be. Somehow seems everyone managed to chill out over the summer. I'm sure the stress will increase ten-fold shortly, but it is nice to have a little breather right now in the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall the week was good, not great, but I guess no week in law school is great. I've already got piles of work to do, better get to work, more interesting (at least to me) observations on law school later......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-112527923489219765?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/112527923489219765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=112527923489219765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112527923489219765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112527923489219765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/08/end-of-first-week-on-to-second.html' title='End of the First Week on to the Second'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-112476732094480927</id><published>2005-08-22T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T20:22:00.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Day</title><content type='html'>So it was the first day of school. It wasn't the let-down that I thought it would be, not great either. Just busy and hectic. My classes were okay, I really think they might be okay, lots of work but okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night I got sad thinking about toga guy and my lawschool overachiever. I guess I was sad that I am alone more than anything else. So I got it into my head that its time to just stop communicating with both of them. Toga boy because, as much as I want something to happen between us, I have kind of lost hope that anything ever will. And, lawschool overachiever because I know he still has much stronger feelings for me than I have for him, and the only way to truly end things with him is just cut things off permanently, make a clean break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I had dinner with lawschool overachiever and toga boy sent me a text while I was at dinner, I can't win I swear! One of these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to get back to reading, I've got another busy day ahead of me tomorrow......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-112476732094480927?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/112476732094480927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=112476732094480927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112476732094480927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112476732094480927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/08/interesting-day.html' title='Interesting Day'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-112468655892744706</id><published>2005-08-21T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T21:55:58.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrations....</title><content type='html'>I've been on an academic calendar so long that the night before school starts is like new year's eve to me. I view new year's eve as a fun drunken night out in the middle of the year, a good excuse to get dressed up and hopefully get a kiss. But, my year truly starts near the end of August. Even the year I took off between undergrad and law school seemed like an academic year because I started work at the end of July and finished in the middle of July, it was just like I had done summer school or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing that a new year starts tomorrow for me, I'm a little bit frustrated. I'm not in the position I thought I would be in year ago. Last year was really rough for a lot of reasons. School was harder than it has ever been for me, I was in a relationship I didn't really want to be in, I was constantly looking for a new relationship. I really hope this year is better than the last year, I had high expectations and they just weren't met, I don't think I can take another year like that, personally, professionally, or academically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am a little nervous with the anticipation of what this year will bring. Guess its just best to wait and see, getting some rest will probably help....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-112468655892744706?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/112468655892744706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=112468655892744706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112468655892744706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112468655892744706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/08/frustrations.html' title='Frustrations....'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-112467879983612058</id><published>2005-08-21T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T19:46:39.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here We Go Again.....</title><content type='html'>So it's back to the daily grind of classes tomorrow. I'm really not looking forward to it. I've probably never been so unprepared/unhappy about going back to school. I mean, I was never one of those chicks that got super excited about going back to school. When I was younger, I did enjoy getting the new school supplies and clothes and in college the beginning of the fall semester/ football season was always a good time, but I've never been one those that I was so excited the night before I couldn't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, its so hard to believe a year has gone by. I remember the night before I started law school very well, which is surprising considering the number of beers I consumed. Actually, I really remember the whole week pretty well, not the class part but the personal drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Friday before school started there was a huge toga party up at the club, I got absolutely hammered seeing that they only fed us a tiny baked potato and salad at the stupid orientation I had to attend all day that day. Drinking on an empty stomach, never a good idea. That Saturday was spent recovering from the previous nights debauchery. Then Sunday was spent at the pool with pool bff drinking beers and having one last hurrah before the hell that is called law school started. So the afternoon turned into the evening and the beer kept flowing, we moved into the gazebo and drank and laughed with friends about the toga party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the guys at the table I had met at the toga party and he and I got cozy, we sat in the gazebo until everyone else left then some. Finally we had to leave so the poor bartender could go home. We went over to his house sat on his front porch swing and drank wine. It was "love at first sight". We talked about how he was moving in six weeks, but that was okay because I would just transfer law school to be close to him next year (that would have been this year, and I'm still in the same place if that gives you any idea what happened). It was one of the most fun nights of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I distinctly remember sitting in my first class, property at 8AM that Monday morning thinking about how I was going to transfer to be with my new love. The following Thursday he blew me off, I should have taken the hint and forgotten him right then, but I allowed him run hot and cold for another year. A part of me wants to believe that all the feeling he told me that he had for me really existed, but I can't ever tell and we don't even talk anymore. It makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even say why I've been so infatuated with this guy since I met him. Strange really. When we met I was casually dating someone which eventually turned into a somewhat serious relationship that just ended recently. But all through that relationship I couldn't get toga guy out of my mind. I like to think he thinks of me too, but I really have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess a part of me is nervous about going back to school because I don't have the boyfriend anymore. He's graduated and we are no longer together. I don't know how to react to me. That is so high school and so cliched to say, but I feel like I was known as "Overachiever's Girlfriend, and if I'm not Overachiever's Girlfriend, Who am I???" Kind of like I don't have my own identity. We'll have to see what this year brings, should be interesting....... I'm sure drama is just around the corner&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-112467879983612058?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/112467879983612058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=112467879983612058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112467879983612058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112467879983612058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/08/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here We Go Again.....'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-112432397930894623</id><published>2005-08-17T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T17:12:59.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Endings and Begining</title><content type='html'>So the summer job is over as of now and school starts on Monday (too soon, too soon). It was kind of weird leaving my job today. I thought I wanted to work there during the school year, but they haven't decided if I can stay or not, and I've got resumes out elsewhere. So it may or may not work out. I mean I know something will work out, but staying at the current job may or may not work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have very mixed feelings about the current workplace. I mean I want them to want me back, because everyone wants to be wanted, but I'm not sure I would want to go back if they had want me. I mean I know I would go back, but deep down I'm not sure its what I would want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure things will work out, just a little confused for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-112432397930894623?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/112432397930894623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=112432397930894623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112432397930894623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112432397930894623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/08/endings-and-begining.html' title='Endings and Begining'/><author><name>law school drama queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00563577983736739127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-112351697778651184</id><published>2005-08-08T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T09:03:13.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best of Match.com</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I know I said I was going to put this up here like a week ago, but I'm lazy what can I say. The absolute best (well funniest) email I've gotten so far is from a guy who is pretending to be his dog, describing himself. And he thinks he's going to get chicks doing that, what a freak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;OK . PLEASE READ TO THE END.OK ..1st of all my name is "TRIP" i am a 6yr old GREATDANE that loves his daddy more than anything ,but i'm worried about him he doesn't get out much he works all the time but still finds time to give me bunches of lovin.if you are reading this it means that i winked at you or you have stumbled across this profile when you did the KEYWORD SEARCH ...under STUDDOG hehe let me tell you alittle about my daddy ... he is very loyal ...and when i let him out he comes home every night .... he doesn't stray off ... and doesn't run in those loser packs and look for any female's in heat .. he's the bestest daddy in the world he can leap tall women in a single bound,i've seen it .. faster than a speeding ice-cream truck,.. hehe but i'm faster... and can become invisible in a large crowd ..cause all the chicks are lookin at me ..hehe....as you can tell he's a nut .. he love's to make people laugh he is from Houston TX, but his mom is in Austin TX now... and his dad is in Orlando . i know we live in Memphis now but he always talks about moving somewhere else like CALI. TX.FL . but where ever it is i hope they have BIG TREES there . hehe ... he has a very large heart and is very passionate about life and loves to live it not watch it go by. so he needs to find a partner in crime . cause i got holes to dig.. bones to bury ... and a tail to chase . and i hope that if you like my daddy like i do ..unconditionally .... then WINK at him or write him a letter ... but be nice to him cause if not i will leave a big stinky suprise on your door step ...dont laugh im not kidding..oh yea he love's to give kisses .. and i hear he's darn good at it ...AND HOW DO I KNOW YOU ASK . well lets just say i wasn't really asleep on the floor like they thought ... hehe .... so if you think you would like to know him all you have to do is wink at him or write an e-mail .. you wont be disappointed .who knows you could be scatching my belly soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK i know that if you are half way goodlookin you will have a full mailbox at the end of the day ......which is awesome for you ... but if you have a folder on your computer with all the good-looking guys profile in it ..... then stop here ... and have a nice day .... ( UNLESS MINE IS AT THE TOP OF THE LIST )..lol i want my match to be herself and not pretend to be anything she's not unless its in the bed room ... lol ......don't be afraid to be who you are cause i just might like it .........oh yeah and you must LOVE to KISS ...NO exceptions ....,and are effectionate,full of passion,sexy,and have a Victoria secret's platinum angel credit card ...lol .. but like to camp,travel,dance,and the phrase" NO I HAVE A HEADACHE " isnt in her vocabulary ....... if you judge someone by what they drive or the kind of job they have and are more worried about what other people think...you will miss out on the one thing that i have to give that cant be bought...my heart/soul...im sorry you wasted your time reading this because your not the woman for me... and i can see right threw those kind of people .....also i have been asked .."WHY AM I SINGLE, WHATS WRONG WITH ME"..thats a fair question and ill answer it right after you answer mine ... "WHY ARE YOU LOOKING" you must be single as well .....i leave you with a quote..................YOUR HEART IS YOUR BEST ASSET... AND EVERYTHING ELSE IS A BONUS.............UPDATE..1/01/05 .... i am now a fulltime single father...5yrs ago i find out i have a 7 yr old son ... hes 13 now and living with me fulltime ... and i home school him..... hes the best thing i have ever done in my life.....and if you think im awsome, wait till you meet MINI ME ... he is my CLONE... you will fall in love with all 3 of us .....Trip,Dalton an ME&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you laugh as hard as I did. I'm still insanely bored at work, hopefully something funny will happen at lunch and I can write about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-112351697778651184?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/112351697778651184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=112351697778651184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112351697778651184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112351697778651184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/08/best-of-matchcom.html' title='The Best of Match.com'/><author><name>Legally Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-112326854055915561</id><published>2005-08-05T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T12:02:20.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So I Impress Other People.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cheese Pizza&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpizzapersonalityquiz/cheese-pizza.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traditional and comforting.&lt;br /&gt;You focus on living a quality life.&lt;br /&gt;You're not easily impressed with novelty.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, you easily impress others.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpizzapersonalityquiz/"&gt;What's Your Pizza Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-112326854055915561?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/112326854055915561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=112326854055915561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112326854055915561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112326854055915561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/08/so-i-impress-other-people.html' title='So I Impress Other People.....'/><author><name>Legally Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-112317259548370195</id><published>2005-08-04T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T09:23:15.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Day Boredom</title><content type='html'>Okay my boredom level has reached an all time low. All of the other clerks around this joint have left/ are leaving in the very near future. It kind of feels like the end of summer camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this will likely come as a surprise to most but I went away to summer camp for eight, yes you read that correctly, count them eight summers. And I loved every minute of it. Some of my best memories from growing up are from my summers spent at Rockbrook. I know this is schocking on many levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. I don't really like the outdoors&lt;br /&gt;b. I'm more of a beach or city person and not really a mountain person&lt;br /&gt;c. My idea of roughing it is staying at anything below a 4-star hotel&lt;br /&gt;d. I don't like spending the night away from home other than when traveling&lt;br /&gt;e. I hate sweating and being out in the heat unless I'm laying out&lt;br /&gt;f. and this list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for some reason or another I absolutely loved, loved, loved camp. Strange I know, I can't even begin to list the things I loved about it, there are far too many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, lately work has taken on a summer camp like atmosphere, everything is winding down so there isn't much to do (kind of like how daily activities end a few days before camp is over b/c you've got pack, have banquet, etc.) So basically there are no assignments left as of now, and I'm just sitting around watching the others leave one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a major difference however, I'm not really sad to see the others go and at camp I would cry for days before and the whole day of then for probably a day or two after. Kind of strange I know. I always felt closer to my camp friends than my school friends even though I went to school with the majority of them for fourteen year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When leaving camp I always asked my mom to book me the early flight out because I thought it was better to be the first to leave, it was so sad and depressing the hang around all day and watch your friends leave. Work is kind of the opposite, I'm kind of excited to be the only one here. Well see how it goes when I start having work to do again....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-112317259548370195?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/112317259548370195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=112317259548370195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112317259548370195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112317259548370195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/08/work-day-boredom.html' title='Work Day Boredom'/><author><name>Legally Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-112308122658074576</id><published>2005-08-03T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T08:00:26.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever Happend to Freddie Prinze, Jr.????</title><content type='html'>Okay so I've been enjoying some quality time with my couch for the past few days since the bf and I broke it off for good about a week ago and prior to that I had only been stopping by the ole apartmento to sleep and shower. I have to have some down time every once in a while. As much as I like constantly having plans and going out on random Tuesday and Wednesday nights it has to stop every once in a while so that I can bond with my couch and my tivo, they miss me, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it this good quality downtime I've been watching a lot of late 90's teen movies, my favorites!!! And it suddenly occurred to me what happened to Freddie Prinze, Jr.??? Seriously I still think he's a major hottie. He married Sarah Michelle and I've never heard from him since, he's not even in people or us weekly anymore, what's up with that? Anyone know what he does the days or any projects he's working on? I'd seriously like to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-112308122658074576?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/112308122658074576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=112308122658074576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112308122658074576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112308122658074576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/08/whatever-happend-to-freddie-prinze-jr.html' title='Whatever Happend to Freddie Prinze, Jr.????'/><author><name>Legally Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-112292062689428145</id><published>2005-08-01T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T11:23:46.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Seeking Hot</title><content type='html'>So in my many hours of boredom sitting in front of the computer, I stumbled across a little site called match.com. Its some sort of internet dating site, you put up a profile about your likes/ dislikes with a picture of yourself if you so desire. After that people can contact you and you can contact them. It doesn't cost anything to make up the profile and recieve messages but you have to pay to respond to the messages or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I set up a free profile. Its completely ridiculous. I describe myself as being hot and state "I'm looking for someone hot to go with me". I'm seriously, who would think that was real. But it is so funny! I've never laughed so hard in my life. I guess maybe its a little mean becuase these dudes might be serious (nah, if they are they deserved to be laughed at because they are riducoulous! and its hilarious!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to post some of the better emails I have recieved. So far I have been told that I am F*cking gorgeous!! And I have been contacted from men ranging from 21-45, um yeah, like I'm going out with a 21 year old frat kid I met online, and even less likely that I'm going to go out with some 44 year old redneck! But seriously, it is too much fun! I guess I really need to come up with some better ways to spend my time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and on another note, everyone on match.com loves to write in their profile how much they love to spend time outdoors. Now if outdoors involves a beach or pool with a cocktail in hand I'm all over, otherwise you can probably count me out. And from the looks of these people they don't spend nearly as much time in the gym as they claim to. (That seems to be the second most favorite activity to "doing anything outside") I mean seriously, I can see through you, you aren't fooling anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work for me, more about match.com later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-112292062689428145?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/112292062689428145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=112292062689428145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112292062689428145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112292062689428145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/08/hot-seeking-hot.html' title='Hot Seeking Hot'/><author><name>Legally Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-112256019074754504</id><published>2005-07-28T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T07:16:30.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beer Is No Longer My Friend</title><content type='html'>Beer and I go way back and we've had a stormy relationship at times, so times I love him and sometimes I hate him. But, as of today he is out of my life and I am moving on. None of Beer's counterparts such as Vodka and Pinot Noir make me feel as ill and as chubby the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really not sure how many I had last night, and I was drinking big ones because I was at a baseball game. But I went to sleep at a decent hour, I would guess around 12:30, yes a little late but by no means an all nighter. I feel like complete ass today and I desperately just want to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its strange for some reason I always think summer will be so laid back and relaxing, but I'm always busier. Perhaps that is why I love summer so much. I love being busy. I love going out every night and I love being really social. I'm one of those who likes to have a few really really close friends but wants to know everyone else. I love for people to know my name and say hi, it makes me feel special and important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to get to work now, hopefully this hangover will wear off and I will have something a little more clever to say later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-112256019074754504?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/112256019074754504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=112256019074754504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112256019074754504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112256019074754504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/07/beer-is-no-longer-my-friend.html' title='Beer Is No Longer My Friend'/><author><name>Legally Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-112247599472591659</id><published>2005-07-27T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T07:53:14.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Yesterday's Post Was Pretty Depressing...</title><content type='html'>Thanks to everyone who sent me encouraging emails. I am not going to drop out of law school, well at least not yet. And I will not be moving to NYC on a whim, if I have a great job maybe so, but without that no way. Guess it was a little bit of travel hangover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm booking my trip to Austin, TX today to go down for Austin City Limits in September, I'm super excited about that. So that gives me something to look forward to and think about during the first month of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do like my summer job and I liked my job last year, so this leads me to believe I will like working in a law firm. I just don't like law school, but that is okay because it is only a means to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll have more later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if anyone hasn't seen Wedding Crashers, run don't walk and go see it immediately!!! It is absolutely hilarious!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-112247599472591659?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/112247599472591659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=112247599472591659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112247599472591659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112247599472591659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-yesterdays-post-was-pretty.html' title='So Yesterday&apos;s Post Was Pretty Depressing...'/><author><name>Legally Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-112241184300888641</id><published>2005-07-26T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T14:04:03.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just can't focus today</title><content type='html'>I haven't accomplished anything today. I've got a couple of mildly interesting projects to work on, but I still just can't seem to get it together. I've just had my head in the clouds all day dreaming about trips to far off lands, and mostly dreaming about another trip to the NYC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend was the most fun I have had in a very long time. Everything about it was awesome, even when my feet hurt so bad I thought I might not be able to move another inch I was still having a great time. Being in the city was so invigorating, there was so much energy and excitement everywhere we went. I seriously could not get enough!! I wish I were back there right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving serious consideration to dropping out of law school and moving up there. I'm just really not sure how I would make it work financially, but I just can't stop think about it. I feel like I am going to regret it for the rest of my life if I stay in Memphis, I feel like I need to get away and try something new for a change. I realize this is probably just a phase, but I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know why I didn't even attempt to move someplace like the NYC after I graduated was because I was too scared. Scared about finding my way around, scared about being poor and scared about not knowing what is going on. But, now that I have experienced all of these things in my own hometown I feel like I could handle them someplace else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very confused right now, the few people I have told of my desires to leave law school tell me it would be a huge mistake. That I'm giving up such a great opportunity and when and if I ever went back the scholarship wouldn't be there. But money isn't everything right? Everything fell into place so nicely for me to go to law school and it hasn't really since I have been there, maybe that is what the problem is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have just grown so static lately I find it stifling. Although I have a hard time adjusting to life changes I like minor changes and sponteniety all the time. I don't want to do the same thing everyday for the rest of my life, this strong desire is one of the things that led me to law school in the first place, but I've found nothing but monotoney and boredom since I got there very strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will most likely stay in law school and finish it out, at this point I really do not know if I will practice law or not, but I guess I have time to figure that out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-112241184300888641?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/112241184300888641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=112241184300888641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112241184300888641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112241184300888641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-just-cant-focus-today.html' title='I just can&apos;t focus today'/><author><name>Legally Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-112231591192650622</id><published>2005-07-25T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T11:25:11.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Weekend Ever</title><content type='html'>So I just got back from my big trip to the NYC and it was all that I expected and more. I wanted to stay and never come home, seriously I'm thinking about moving up there it was so awesome. It was so good to spend quality time with old friends, I had forgotten how much I love to travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night was the best night of the trip. Everything about it was perfect. We started the night with a bottle of wine on my friend's amazing rooftop deck of her incredible apartment, view of the Empire State Building, East River, it was awesome. Then we headed to dinner at a trendy little mexican spot in SoHo, get scene, great food. After that we had a good drink at a quiet bar and decided to look for something a little bit more fun. We hopped in a cab, which happened to be the coolest cab ever! With an awesome driver. He had a pimped out XM radio and played us some good tunes and told us that Crobar was a great place to go and he had a friend that worked the door so he could probably get us into the VIP area. Well that didn't work out but it was a fun ride. The line at Crobar was long and we didn't feel like waiting so we went in search of Bungalow 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way to Bungalow 8 we found Cain, and despite not being on the guestlist for the "VIP only" club we got it. It was the most awesome club I've ever been to, was something you would see on E! It is South African themed and is seriously the coolest place I have ever seen. So we drank and dance. Danced on the floor, danced on the couches, danced on the table. And not only was this allowed it was encouraged. My kind of place. They had the VIP bottle service and all. We chatted up with some good looking guys drank with them took shots with them danced with them, even made out with one of them. He was hot! Shut the place down, then we were going to go to Bungalow 8 but it was dead (mind you it was now 4 AM) then headed around the corner to Marquee and it was closing too. Had to go home altough I really wanted to keep partying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept late on Sunday then went to the Met and Central Park, so fun, totally felt like a realy New Yorker. I can't wait to go back. Guess I'll be working late a lot so I can afford another ticket up to the "Big City".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-112231591192650622?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/112231591192650622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=112231591192650622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112231591192650622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112231591192650622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/07/best-weekend-ever.html' title='The Best Weekend Ever'/><author><name>Legally Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-112189389161960317</id><published>2005-07-20T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T14:11:31.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been a Few Days.....</title><content type='html'>Seems like I have been busy lately, I'm not exactly sure what I've been doing but I've been busy. Only two more days and I'll be on my way to the NYC, I'm so excited I can hardly wait. I think I'm going to start packing tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the new Harry Potter over the weekend and loved it. Its dark but it answered a lot of questions and created even more. I haven't really been reading the books I bought to help me with law school in the fall, maybe I will get one out after I finish this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else really going on in my life. I'm still going on dates with the ex-bf, although they have been few and far between because of the bar exam. He'll be half way finished at this time a week ago. I've been talking to a couple of old crushes recently and that is always fun. I love having crushes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think crushes are almost more fun that bf's becuase you get all excited wondering if they will call or email and you get so excited when they do. Fun Fun Fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'll have a good update with many tales of my adventures in "the big city" after I return from NYC!!! I've been keeping up with the yoga, its tough but I love it. More later....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-112189389161960317?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/112189389161960317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=112189389161960317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112189389161960317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112189389161960317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-been-few-days.html' title='It&apos;s Been a Few Days.....'/><author><name>Legally Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-112145132046246467</id><published>2005-07-15T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T11:15:20.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG!!! I'm SO Excited!!!!</title><content type='html'>The new Harry Potter is coming out in mere hours and I can't wait!! I absolutely adore the Harry Potter books, I know some say they are children's books but I just don't believe. They are so incredibly clever!! I truly love cleverness, I think it is the highest compliment if someone tells me I'm clever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm actually going to go to a Harry Potter party tonight just so that I can get my book right at midnight. I'm so excited about it I can hardly breath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I did not do so well in the life improvement category. I didn't go to yoga or otherwise exercise and I only read about 15 pages. This weekend I must improve!! I sure hope it doesn't rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-112145132046246467?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/112145132046246467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=112145132046246467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112145132046246467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112145132046246467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/07/omg-im-so-excited.html' title='OMG!!! I&apos;m SO Excited!!!!'/><author><name>Legally Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-112135125207210062</id><published>2005-07-14T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T07:27:32.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Improvement Status</title><content type='html'>Okay here is the daily update.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do so well with the reading, only 15 pages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did pretty good with the exercise, 90 minutes of yoga&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-112135125207210062?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/112135125207210062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=112135125207210062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112135125207210062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112135125207210062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/07/life-improvement-status.html' title='Life Improvement Status'/><author><name>Legally Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-112135117550543985</id><published>2005-07-14T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T07:26:15.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray for Julie</title><content type='html'>I must admit, I've been a negligent friend. My dear, sweet friend Julie left me such a nice comment a while back and I never properly told her thanks! So better, late than never!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie, is one of my pledge sisters from my good ole sorority days. Unfortunately I don't get to see or talk to her as often as I like but she is such an awesome friend! I remember when I first met her I was a little intimidated by her because I thought she was so cool and had every thing together. I still think she's cool and has everything together, but I'm not intimidated by her. I think when she first met me she thought I was loud and crazy, and she probably still does. But, our different personalities compliment each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Hooray for Julie for being such an excellent friend!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-112135117550543985?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/112135117550543985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=112135117550543985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112135117550543985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112135117550543985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/07/hooray-for-julie.html' title='Hooray for Julie'/><author><name>Legally Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-112126750045980713</id><published>2005-07-13T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T08:11:40.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Obsession</title><content type='html'>So last night I tried Bikram Yoga for the first time, and I am hooked. It was absolutely amazing. For those of you who do not know what Bikram Yoga is, it is 90 minutes of yoga in a room heated to about 100 degrees. I know this sounds miserable, but is both invigorating and stimulating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back tonight for more, and I'm super excited about it. I have to drink water all day long so that I don't get dizzy during the class. I want to get some cute yoga outfits, but I'm going to wait and see how long I stick with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to get more into jogging again. My senior year in Oxford, when I had tons of time on my hands, I got pretty into jogging for a while. But, I just haven't found an interesting route since I've been back home and I can't run on a treadmill because I feel like a rat. Although I do like the elliptical machine. I really want to get in shape and lose a couple of lbs. Guess it is sort of a mid-year resolution in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of mid-year resolutions I've got lots of reading that needs to be done before classes start back. To keep up with my goals and as sort of a public accounability I'm going to post how long I have exercised and how many pages I have read each day starting tomorrow. Perhaps this will motivate me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-112126750045980713?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/112126750045980713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=112126750045980713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112126750045980713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112126750045980713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/07/new-obsession.html' title='New Obsession'/><author><name>Legally Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-112109980786735029</id><published>2005-07-11T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T09:36:47.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clueless in the Big City</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ioffer.com/img/1120806000/_i/7388516/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.ioffer.com/img/1120806000/_i/7388516/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm heading up to the NYC in 12 days (yes I am counting down). I'm so excited when I start to think about it I can hardly breath. Its going to be so much fun. I've only been to the NYC once before and that was 9 years ago, so I should have a bunch of good stories to the after my quick jaunt up to the big city. And I do mean quick, I'll be leaving good ole Memphis around 6:30 pm on Friday and I'll be back at 8:30 am Monday, sucks having a job. Well actually thats not true because I wouldn't be able to pay for my trip without this thing I call a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I'm so super excited about all the cool things there are going to be to do and all the cool people I will probably meet. Oh and less I fail to mention my fantasy of meeting some hot Wall Street broker with a Park Avenue Penthouse and a soft spot in his heart for red headed southern drama queens. Perhaps then I won't have to get a fake of my current obessions (the Fendi spy bag) maybe he'll get me the real deal..........but alas, I get ahead of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the spy bag. (see picture below or above or wherever the darn thing ends up)&lt;br /&gt;I simply must find a way to get my hands on one of these, I seriously think I might not live if I don't. I realize it is just a trend and will pass, but this is trend that I cannot let go by me. Why do the darn things have to be so expensive?? Anyone feeling like contributing to the drama queen spy bag fund?? I'm gladly accepting contributions, but I'm sorry to inform you they are not tax-deductable. Maybe I should establish myself as a charitable organization and start having funraisers, but that might be illegal, better go research the law on that..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-112109980786735029?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/112109980786735029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=112109980786735029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112109980786735029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112109980786735029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/07/clueless-in-big-city.html' title='Clueless in the Big City'/><author><name>Legally Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-112108794297805720</id><published>2005-07-11T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T06:19:02.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Going to Stop With All the Forwards</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I know I've been bad about sending a lot of forwards lately and as of now I pledge not to continue this somewhat mildly obnoxious behavior. From now on I'll post them here. That way whoever wants to read them can, but inboxes will not be bombarded unnecessairly by the drama queen. I may still send forwards from time to time, but only if they are super hilarous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the new edition of getting to know your friends. And the survey says....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your occupation? Law student, law clerk for the summer&lt;br /&gt;2. What color is your underwear? Pink!&lt;br /&gt;3. What are you listening to right now? My ipod, right now the soundtrack to A Chorus Line (I know strange, but just don’t ask)&lt;br /&gt;4. What was the last thing you ate? Starbuck’s lemon cake (it was sooooo good I wish I had more)&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you wish on stars? Yes, when I remember to.&lt;br /&gt;6. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Pink with sparkles&lt;br /&gt;7. How is the weather right now? Pouring rain, really miserable actually, but at least I am not jealous of those spending their day at the pool&lt;br /&gt;8. Last person you spoke to on the phone? Liz last night when she was at home, oops I mean the club.&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you like the person who sent this to you? She’s my favorite work friend&lt;br /&gt;10. How old are you today? 25&lt;br /&gt;11. Favorite drink? Diet Coke&lt;br /&gt;12. Favorite sport to watch? Georgia Football&lt;br /&gt;13. Have you ever dyed your hair? Umm, that would be a positive, but I don’t anymore due to the great hair disaster of 2004&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you wear contacts or glasses? Contacts, I’ll probably be legally blind when law school is over (perhaps I can make a movie about that Legally Blind, instead of Legally Blonde)&lt;br /&gt;15. Pets? Do Handbags count (I name some of them, the ones I really like)&lt;br /&gt;16. Favorite month? JUNE, my birthday and summer!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite food? Cookies, well and sweets really but not chocolate cake&lt;br /&gt;18. What was the last movie you watched? Something on Lifetime last week, it was about a 16 year old mother, can’t remember the name of it.&lt;br /&gt;19. Favorite day of the year? My birthday (yes I am selfish)&lt;br /&gt;20. What do you do to vent anger? Think over lots of hypotheticals in my head, actually I do that with everything. I guess ignore the person I’m upset with.&lt;br /&gt;22. Fall or Spring? Summer&lt;br /&gt;23. Hugs or kisses? Both&lt;br /&gt;24. Cherry or Blueberry? Cherry if I have to pick, I think blueberries are disgusting&lt;br /&gt;25.Do you want your friends to email you back? YES&lt;br /&gt;26. Who is most likely to respond? No one&lt;br /&gt;27. Who is least likely to respond? Everyone&lt;br /&gt;28. Living arrangements? Me &amp;amp; Brother&lt;br /&gt;29. When was the last time you cried? Saturday night BF was mean&lt;br /&gt;30. What is on the floor of your closet? Shoes and whatever else has fallen down there&lt;br /&gt;31. Who is the friend you have had the longest? Elizabeth S., I was at the hospital when she was born.&lt;br /&gt;32. What did you do last night? Went to Garibaldi’s then fell asleep watching Iron Chef, forgot about Entourage, darn!&lt;br /&gt;33. Favorite smell? Fresh chocolate chip cookies&lt;br /&gt;34. What inspires you? Coco Chanel&lt;br /&gt;35. What are you afraid of? Never finding exactly what I want to do with my life&lt;br /&gt;36. Plain, cheese or spicy hamburgers? Plain or cheese depending on my mood, what the hell is a spicy hamburger, sounds gross&lt;br /&gt;37. Favorite car? Silver Volvo C70 Convertible&lt;br /&gt;38. Favorite dog breed? Jack Russell terrier&lt;br /&gt;39. Number of keys on your key ring? 4&lt;br /&gt;40. How many years at your current job? Its just a summer thing for now, hopefully they’ll keep me around longer&lt;br /&gt;41. Favorite day of the week? Sunday&lt;br /&gt;42. How many states have you lived in? Tennessee, Georgia, Mississippi, and Costa Rica (wait I guess that is a country and not a city)&lt;br /&gt;43. How many cities have you lived in/name them? Memphis, Athens, Oxford, San Jose (Costa Rica)ilarious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-112108794297805720?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/112108794297805720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=112108794297805720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112108794297805720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112108794297805720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-going-to-stop-with-all-forwards.html' title='I&apos;m Going to Stop With All the Forwards'/><author><name>Legally Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-112096336492673631</id><published>2005-07-09T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T19:42:44.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Up Is Hard To Do....</title><content type='html'>So this is pretty pathetic, 9:30 on a Saturday night and the drama queen is home alone. While I was looking forward to a big night out with some friends everything fell through. Oh well, things tend to happen that way when I have high expectations of the evening. Always seems like the most fun nights are then ones which you have no expectation for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking news......found some plans, more on this thought later. Something must be done with the bf he is simply unacceptable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-112096336492673631?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/112096336492673631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=112096336492673631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112096336492673631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112096336492673631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/07/breaking-up-is-hard-to-do.html' title='Breaking Up Is Hard To Do....'/><author><name>Legally Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-112068634173685741</id><published>2005-07-06T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T14:45:41.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Nervous About Tropical Storm Dennis</title><content type='html'>So my work bff just emailed me this pic that demonstrates that Tropical Storm Dennis is basically going to hit me. I normally would not be so worried about such an occurence, but he is supposed to hit this weekend, therein lies the massive problem. I need all the time i can get by the pool. I want to be a nice golden brown when I meet my true love and he sweeps me off my feet and up into his Park Avenue Penthouse. Now, I'm going to meet this handsome fellow two weeks from this weekend; therefore I only have four good days to lay out (saturday and sunday of each weekend). If freaking Dennis takes away two of those days my chance at future happiness may be ruined!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update more as the story develops.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-112068634173685741?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/112068634173685741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=112068634173685741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112068634173685741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112068634173685741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/07/getting-nervous-about-tropical-storm.html' title='Getting Nervous About Tropical Storm Dennis'/><author><name>Legally Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-112060107999827589</id><published>2005-07-05T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T15:04:40.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you think??</title><content type='html'>This really surprises me, wonder if that is really how people see me......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Slow and Steady&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/peoplesee/serious.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your friends see you as painstaking and fussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They see you as very cautious, extremely careful, a slow and steady plodder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'd really surprise them if you ever did something impulsively or on the spur of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They expect you to examine everything carefully from every angle and then usually decide against it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howdopeopleseeyouquiz/"&gt;How Do People See You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-112060107999827589?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/112060107999827589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=112060107999827589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112060107999827589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112060107999827589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-do-you-think.html' title='What do you think??'/><author><name>Legally Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-112060027848703318</id><published>2005-07-05T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T14:51:18.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long and Boring Day</title><content type='html'>Okay so tons of people around this joint vacay (that would be vacation for those unfamiliar with Legally Blonde speak) in July therefore work for clerks to perform has become somewhat scare. While in some ways this is good (i.e. I don't have to do anything all day) in other ways it is bad (i.e. I don't have anything to do while sitting in a windowless room that is the temperature of a meat locker). I've been so bored today, I feel like that commercial where the dude reaches the end of the internet. I really think I have exhausted all websites that might have any sort of shoe, apparel or accessory I would be even remotely interested in purchasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's where the trusty ole blog comes in handy, a great workday diversion. I think up all sorts of clever ideas for post when I am doing other things, like laying out or something. Then I forget them in the boringness that I call my work-day. Of well I did find the cable that I have to use to charge my ipod in my desk today. This was key because my ipod was completely dead and I though I had lost the thing. So at least when I go home I will have a fully charged ipod, something to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In other news..... I think perhaps I need a new title for my blog, I'm really not half the drama queen I used to be. Its sad really. I'm sure my friends probably disagree because at least the don't have to listen to all my self-induced drama. But I need some good stories, I really don't have any from recently. Things are getting better with the ex-boyfriend. I think we will probably get back together. Not really sure why, but anyone who knows my history with guys knows I love to get back together with exes and it takes a while for them to truly be an ex. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This break-up has been so calm compared to my days back in O-town. No drunken drive-bys, no drunken phone calls (that I can recall), few tears, no flying objects. Nothing like me and duvie. I guess maybe I'm more of a grown-up, I certainly hope not.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyone who reads this thing give me a shout! Let me know what you are up to, I need some good stories.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And on a final note, found out at the pool yesterday my least favorite lifeguard put in her two weeks notice!! Yipee! The only sad thing about this is pool bff and I won't be able to secrely cut her long disgusting hair. Oh well, guess we will have to strategize about other things at the pool. More on that later................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-112060027848703318?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/112060027848703318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=112060027848703318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112060027848703318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112060027848703318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/07/long-and-boring-day.html' title='Long and Boring Day'/><author><name>Legally Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-112057747026410793</id><published>2005-07-05T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T08:31:10.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun, Fireworks, Food, Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Had a great weekend. Pretty low key nothing big but still lots of fun. Lots of time spent laying out with equals fun to me, I'm not sure if anyone other than my pool bff thinks mindlessly laying by a pool for hours is super fun, but I don't really care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of pool bff she's out in L.A. with her new man this weekend. She's been calling me telling me all about, sounds incredible. She said it's just like on E!. We are thinking about becoming celebrities. I definately think we've got the right attitude for it, and I know I would enjoy the lifestyle. If someone would just discover me!! Perhaps that will happen on my big adventure to the NYC later this month (OMG, so excited, I can hardly breathe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways back to this weekend. Saw some fireworks, sat by the pool, ate a bunch of yummy bad for you food, drank beer and daquris (not together, different drinks on different days), hung out with friends. I was in desperate need of an extended break from the cave I call an office. Of course it is hard to come back when you realize how nice it is in the outside world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday when I was at the club I saw a bunch of people I hadn't seen in a while. It was fun. I kept getting comments like, "I haven't seen you in a while, where have you been?" and I'd tell them that I have a summer job this summer (which is quite out of the ordinary if you look at the previous 25 summers of my life) and they would say "oh, thats great, how is that going" then I would respond with a remark to the effect, well its fine but not as great as hanging out here all the time, then I would get a resounding "welcome to the real world!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to realize if this is the real world I really don't want any party of it. Send me back to my fantasy land ASAP!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-112057747026410793?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/112057747026410793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=112057747026410793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112057747026410793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112057747026410793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/07/fun-fireworks-food-friends.html' title='Fun, Fireworks, Food, Friends'/><author><name>Legally Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-112015894519743484</id><published>2005-06-30T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T12:15:45.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this me or what???</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#9ce7ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Gemini Drinking Style&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#96fcb0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/alcohoroscopes/alcohol.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You can drink without changing their behavior much.&lt;br /&gt;You're so naturally chatty and short-attention-spanned that it's just hard to tell sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;You amaze people by conversing with finesse and allusions, then doing something to belie an extremely advanced state of intoxication, like puking in your shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You possess the magic ability to flirt successfully (and uninfuriatingly, which is very tricky) with several people at once.&lt;br /&gt;You like to order different cocktails every round -- repetition is boring!&lt;br /&gt;You may create a drinking theme (like yellow drinks: beer, sauvignon blanc and limoncello) for your own amusement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#9ce7ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Signature Cocktails&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#feb1c3;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Easily bored Geminis need some stimulation in their drinks -- those with two parts, like a black and tan (or just a double), are particularly appealing. Otherwise, you'll drink all over the map, ordering frou-frou drinks to add to you collection of cocktail monkeys or going for whiskey rocks because you're feeling rather noir. Gemini rules the herb anise -- home-infused anise vodka is sure to win you over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#9ce7ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Celebrity Drinking Buddies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#fefe8a;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Johnny Depp, Angelina Jolie, Kylie Minogue, the Olson Twins, Colin Farrell, Ice Cube, Natalie Portman, and Mr. T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/alcohoroscope/"&gt;What's Your Alcohoroscope?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think everyone who has spent more than one hard night drinking to me has a clever story to tell about "we thought you were sober then you all of a sudden fell down, threw up, and/or passed out".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-112015894519743484?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/112015894519743484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=112015894519743484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112015894519743484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112015894519743484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/06/is-this-me-or-what_30.html' title='Is this me or what???'/><author><name>Legally Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-112007897046858485</id><published>2005-06-29T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T14:03:10.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I'm Not As Cute As I Think I Am</title><content type='html'>Hmmmm, I'm very disappointed. I had a delicious lunch at Lolo's. (which was great because my big bro had given it a somewhat marginal review, but I really thought it was better than that) So anyways, went with a couple of girls from the office. I'm glad to finally have some office friends other than Lucifer and Tweedle Dum and the Extra (thats the other guy who is a clerk with us who I haven't come up with a name for yet). So we had a great lunch with cheesecake and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the bill comes and I had to pay for the cheesecake. I know this would seem logical that I ordered the cheesecake so I should pay for it, but after my star treatment at Stella where the chef sent me a special dessert complimentary I'm not really into having to pay for my cheesecake. And the waiter was flirting with our table the whole time. Nice but a little annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the waiter, so he asked us where we worked we told him a law firm and he quickly responded, "Oh! I have a friend who works in a law firm" I wanted to say wow that is just incredible, how would you ever know someone who works in a law firm there are so few of us. But instead someone else at the table polietly said "Oh what firm" and waiter responded with "I'm not sure one downtown, in fact I'm not sure what she does maybe she is a paralegal or a receptionist. I think she likes it but maybe she doesn't, I'm really not all that sure." Okay, thats great buddy certainly sounds like this chick is your new best friend. I mean there are only about a billion law firms downtown and a paralegal is totally different from a receptionist, so ya'll must be really close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall it was an interesting lunch, good interesting. Perhaps I'll go back over to Lolo's for happy hour, they had a great looking bar. Then maybe I can flirt with the waiter a little a schmooze my way into a special dessert or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of happy hour is it that time yet, work is boring today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-112007897046858485?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/112007897046858485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=112007897046858485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112007897046858485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/112007897046858485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/06/maybe-im-not-as-cute-as-i-think-i-am.html' title='Maybe I&apos;m Not As Cute As I Think I Am'/><author><name>Legally Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-111997023403947348</id><published>2005-06-28T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T07:50:34.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here, There and Everywhere</title><content type='html'>So I'm trying to plan trips to see all my precious friends in their natural habitats. I'm particularly excited to head up to the NYC to visit with a couple of locals I know up that way. Anyways I've been checking on flights to here, there and everywhere and its too freaking expensive to go all those places. This sucks, I totally wish I made more money. If Big dog wasn't such a slave driving cheapskate and paid me over say fifty cents and hour (no I'm kidding I make a tiny bit more than that so this place isn't a total sweat shop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of right now I can really only afford to be here, but I am going to buy a ticket to the NYC to force myself to save dinero for the long journey to the large metropolis. So I will get to go there. My big and somewhat overly- ambitious for everywhere are on hold right now until airfares go down. Totally sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone actualy reads this thing and their abode falls into my catagory of "everywhere" I hope to get to you soon! Or perhaps you could come here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to figuring out when class actions are permissable..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-111997023403947348?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/111997023403947348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=111997023403947348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/111997023403947348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/111997023403947348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/06/here-there-and-everywhere.html' title='Here, There and Everywhere'/><author><name>Legally Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-111997078970927643</id><published>2005-06-28T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T07:59:49.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE</title><content type='html'>so i just figured out the settings on this thing and you can now comment anonymously so you don't have to sign up for your own blog or whatever. so lets get those comments going. i need the love, i'm feeling unloved and underappreciated in my windowless office with shag carpeting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-111997078970927643?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/111997078970927643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=111997078970927643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/111997078970927643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/111997078970927643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/06/update.html' title='UPDATE'/><author><name>Legally Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-111989858462992831</id><published>2005-06-27T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T11:56:24.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Great Day!</title><content type='html'>So this day started out pretty average, no true excitement, but no real dread either. Earlier I was in a plesant mood, but nothing spectacular as it is Monday after all. So after working for approximately .25 seconds and checking my email at least five billion times (I love mail!!!) I decided it was time for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've figured out to take the side door so Big dog doesn't realize I have taken a lunch break. He doesn't bother to check my time card, so he only knows if I go to lunch by if I walk past his office on my way out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the boys just wanted sandwiches for lunch, boring! So they didn't want to join me on my adventure to Stella for shrimp &amp; grits (YUM). That was fine with me. I headed off to Stella with my office bff (I like her way better than the boys anyways).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived had out lunch, which was extremely tast. I notice my friend who is a waiter there who I had told on Saturday night that I was going to have lunch there on Monday. Say hello to him. Its time for dessert. I order cheesecake and bff says she doesn't want anything. So my cheesecake comes and it is so so so super delicious!!! Then we pay our tab (which I got the cheesecake complimentary, SCORE!) and out comes out waiter with this delicous chocolate concotion with a scoop of ice cream. He brings it over to bff and says compliments of the chef. What a great lunch!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bff and I decided that the chef must think we are cute and we're going to start going to lunch with out the boys so we can get more complimentary desserts. What a great Monday!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-111989858462992831?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/111989858462992831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=111989858462992831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/111989858462992831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/111989858462992831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-great-day.html' title='What a Great Day!'/><author><name>Legally Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-111988377211905211</id><published>2005-06-27T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T07:49:32.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Week...... Looking Forward to a Long Weekend</title><content type='html'>Yet another week in the office. I'm seriously getting tired of this. But I should not complain, I'm luck to have a job especially a job that pays me. I ran into a couple of people I know from hell, oopps I mean law school and they were "so jealous that I had a job that was actually paying me" Hmmm, jury's still out on that one, but what every.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its going to be a busy week around here, but when is it not. So I guess that goes without saying. I had a good weekend. Rested Friday night. Pool Saturday, then work party and out to a couple of bars. Pool momentarily then rested (due to rain) then went to try a new resturant last night. I already forgot the name. It's the new Italian one in front of Clark Tower, its part of a chain which normally I do not like, but I thought it was very tast. Then watched Entourage and off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are getting better with the ex-bf. Still not sure if we will get back together, but things are going well and we've hung out a few times. And I've actually had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough, enough I've got to get some work done, I'll try to think of something clever for later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-111988377211905211?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/111988377211905211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=111988377211905211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/111988377211905211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/111988377211905211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/06/long-week-looking-forward-to-long.html' title='Long Week...... Looking Forward to a Long Weekend'/><author><name>Legally Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-111945390697072384</id><published>2005-06-22T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T08:25:06.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Better with an Ipod</title><content type='html'>Everything in life is better with an ipod, well maybe not everything. But most of the things that are pretty crummy can be made more enjoyable with an ipod. For instance, work. I love to listen to my ipod while I'm working on projects and typing and stuff. It really helps me focus and I think it keeps people from talking to me unless it is really important. Shutting my door functions in the same manner, except everyone one is shut out not just Tweedle Dum and Lucifer. Hmmmm, wonder if I could create a magic door that only shut them out. I really wish I had magic powers that would be so cool. And as an added benefit of helping me focus I also think I look cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additionally, working out is much better with an ipod. I just got the armband the other day and went to workout, just so I could show it off, I was so excited. At this point I decided I'm very glad I got the silver one instead of the pink one. I was a little bummed out for a while, but silver goes with so much more, and it really is like an accessory. So I felt so cool working out I actually worked out for 45minutes (very good for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, I think I look really cool laying out when I have my ipod. Although my favorite pool buddy has an ipod and a blackberry so I do feel a little technologically incompetent next to her, but I'll catch up one day. I guess I could probably afford a blackberry with all the freaking hours I have to work around here, but alas, I would rather buy a plane ticket to NYC than a blackberry. Perhaps by the end of summer I will have both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have my ipod inside with me today, I accidentally left it in the car. So therefore, I am being driven to distraction and not being as productive as I could be. I guess I could go get it, but then I'm afraid everyone would see me. And they might not think that is a good idea that I listen to it while I work. Perhaps at lunch time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be a long day so I am sure I will have more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-111945390697072384?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/111945390697072384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=111945390697072384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/111945390697072384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/111945390697072384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/06/life-is-better-with-ipod.html' title='Life is Better with an Ipod'/><author><name>Legally Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-111929341737578181</id><published>2005-06-20T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T11:52:27.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody's Got a Case of the Monday's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There are some days when no matter what I say it feels like I'm far away in another country &amp; whoever is doing the translating has had far too much to drink...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of those days is definately today for me. The whole day has been horrible. Well not the whole day, but everything after 9:00 AM, so that should be most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start off with the good part. I woke up this morning and was excited to take a shower because yesterday I went to Target and got all new shampoo, conditioner, body wash, lotion, etc. So I got ready for work and was pleasantly surprised at how my very clean hair smelled. Absolutely love to new shampoo. I think I'll always have clean hair now (as I've been known to allow my hair to become a teeny tiny bit greasy in the past, I've turned over a new leaf so to speak with this great new shampoo) So I hop in the car stop at my neigborhood Tigermarket (my second favorite store next to Target) pick up a delicious diet coke and a couple of Krispy Kremes then head to work. On my drive to work I encounter little traffic and think about what a great day it is going to be. It is pretty outside and I've got some interesting projects that I'm really going to dive into at work today. I happily and obliviously enter work at 9:00 AM and that is the end of my good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I get to my office I am informed that evil conviving backstabbing clerk whom I will refer to as Lucifer for purposes of this blog informs me that Big Dog wants to see me as to why my assignment was not turned in on Friday. So at this point I'm going to make a long story short. I didn't turn in the assignment because it wasn't done because I was slaving away on a seperate assignment for Big Dog and couldn't get to the particular one Lucifer was referencing. On Thursday evening I had kindly requested that my fellow co-workers Lucifer and Tweedle Dum (kind of resembles that cartoon character and I have my other reasons that I won't mention now) not to turn in their assigments as mine was not finished. We had been given our choice of due date (either Friday morning or July 2). Well when I arrive at work on Friday my friendly and team-player co-workers inform me that they have turned in their assignment and Bigdog has already left to fly off to a far away land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there is the background. Today I get called into Bigdog's office he asks why my assignment was not turned in. I tell him that I was working on the other assignments and then he proceeds to tell me that perhaps I should not be going to lunch. And perhaps the reason I could not finish my assignment was because I took a lunch break last Wednesday (excuse me, if I am not mistaken lunch breaks are mandated by law, what's up with that??) So he becomes angry, I get emotional and cry. Very embarrassing. So the rest of the day has been pretty much shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sitting in my office with the door closed (therefore I am not required to exchange pleasantries with Lucifer and Tweedle Dum) working away at a feverish pace, skipping my lunch break as Bigdog suggested. Life sucks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definately want my pre-law school life back, things were better then!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-111929341737578181?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/111929341737578181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=111929341737578181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/111929341737578181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/111929341737578181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/06/somebodys-got-case-of-mondays.html' title='Somebody&apos;s Got a Case of the Monday&apos;s'/><author><name>Legally Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13721522.post-111924324677624588</id><published>2005-06-19T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T21:54:06.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entourage</title><content type='html'>Okay, just saw Entourage for the first time and I am hooked! What a great show!!! I seriously think I need and entourage, I'd make the best celebrity ever!! At least I can dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty uneventful weekend, has dinner on Friday night at the worst resturant I've ever patornized in my life. Totally disgusting (I think I've got enough material for another post, I'm just too tired now). The broke-up with the boyfriend. It was time for it to happen, but its still kind of hard. Isn't that strange even when you are the one ending the relationship it still hurts. Oh well, don't mean to get so personal. Ate pizza and oreos yesterday then cleaned my room today. Well almost, but got a good start on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this next week will be good. I've got so much to do at work its seriously not even funny. Better gets some rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13721522-111924324677624588?l=redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/111924324677624588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13721522&amp;postID=111924324677624588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/111924324677624588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13721522/posts/default/111924324677624588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redheadeddramaqueen.blogspot.com/2005/06/entourage.html' title='Entourage'/><author><name>Legally Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
