Bah ..Hum....Pilates

My poor blog
How neglectful I’ve been. School has taken up every waking hour of my time. and what seldom time if left is devoted to restless sleep, tragically small amounts of time spent with boyfriend and family, and even less time spent with friends not also suffering through the isolating hell of law school.

Some notes about the recent weeks:
My appartment is basically amazing. I love it. Its warm, its cozy, had some help rearranging furniture (will not elaborate…basically put in to make myself laugh).

I’m getting fat. Well ok, not fat, but I’ve been a lazy lob in the Pilates department and have been eating all manner of bad things and I dare say its starting to show. With any luck this will be resolved over Christmas break

I hate Christmas. What typically melancholy anti-social sentiment. But I do. Family being annoying (there will be bitching about family members who buy too much while simultaneously bitching not enough yet purchased. There will be the seasonal argument that Christmas is about family time made by the first person out of the room when the presents are open. Putting in the middle the only understanding person (or person who doesn’t care in the least audible fashion). Kitchen disasters, family brunch, not being invited to family brunch, hearing people complain I have no spirit. etc
But I’m trying this year. I’m putting a tree up (a little one). I’m baking all of the cookies and trying to have some passion about it. I may do something friend centered rather then family centered (wrap party, group shopping trip, binge eggnog drinking).
We are also going shopping the day after thanksgiving. This is a tradition that is almost as traditional as my parents bitching that it isn’t in the spirit of Christmas, and consequentially ruining the only day of the year that I truly feel in the spirit. Imagine with me: every year after thanksgiving, still in the stupor of a delicious meal, we drive up to a very swanky mall in Westchester NY. There are no crowds yet, no pushing and pulling in every store by frantic shoppers, Christmas music playing, tasteful (and I might I add still new) decorations, maybe a nice gingerbread latte. Yes this day and this day alone I feel in the spirit. Mostly because it’s the way I remember Christmas from when I was a kid. A fun time of year, with no hassle, no stress, just the music and the weather and the decorations. You know the fun stuff. Every other day of the season is filled with whining family, passively feuding, overbearing music, traffic. Or more importantly my parents talking about how this is supposed to be family together time when we hate being together. And there is proof. Christmas morning, we get up, we have breakfast, we open presents and BAM... mom’s in the kitchen were no one is allowed to talk to her and my dad is gone. Leaving my sister my aunt and myself (you know the people that don’t understand Christmas) to have a good time.

Outside of that I am almost 23 (dilemma of age!!! I feel so old. It’s officially my 20’s and there’s no turning back)- ok I know your thinking there’s no turning back whatever age you are but they make creams for that now

So let me sum up for those of you who don’t like lengthy reads:
- the only day of Christmas that I truly enjoy is coming!!!
- If the family ruins this oh so lovely day for me by lambasting the tragedy of consumerism on the holidays I will become Jewish
- I’m an old bitch
- Law School sucks
- hurray for sucking in