I wish I was like you, easily amused

I got rejected from a law school last week.  I got into a law school last week.  They are the first two schools I’ve heard back from.  Neither of them were my top choice.  Or my second or third or even fourth choice.  But it’s nice to know that I’ve gotten in somewhere.  Relieves some of the wondering.  Eight more schools to hear from.  I’ve been sitting around merely existing for the last year and a half or so since I finished college.  Lost touch with a bunch of friends from school.  Made a handful of new friends.  Had a string of first dates.  A few second dates.  And even a couple girls who put up with me for a month or two.  I’d even go as far as to say I actually liked them.  But in the back of my mind, knowing that I might be gone from D.C., I never let them go anywhere.

My dating life has pretty much been a microcosm of my time in D.C.  I haven’t let myself get attached to anyone or anything here because I don’t want to have to leave anything important behind.  Much of this is because I hope that I’ll be in law school in New York City.  Maybe Boston.  Just not D.C.  This makes me a little sad.  Maybe sad isn’t the right word.  Being sad in this case entails some sort of regret.  I don’t regret any of my time in D.C.  I’ve had a blast here living in a house with some of my closest friends and hanging out with others along the way.  Yet, for lack of a better word, I feel a bit sad.  What if I do end up back here in D.C.  Other than growing up in the area, I have no real connection to the place.  It’ll basically be like starting over with new.  A new place to live.  New people to meet.  Maybe I do have a regret or two.

Eight more schools to hear from.  Hopefully one of them will be my ticket out of here for a fresh and real new start.  To living rather than just existing.

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This has nothing to do with anything other than just being a pet peeve.  But for chrissakes, can people please learn to wear a proper undershirt?  I’m not talking about going out on the weekend wearing a collared shirt without an undershirt.  I certainly do this with polos in the summer when it’s way too hot to be wearing more than one shirt.  I’m talking about in the workplace.  I work in a law firm where the dress code is business casual.  Basically, slacks and a collared shirt and no tie.  Why do people insist on wearing a colored t-shirt under their button down?  The workplace isn’t about matching your undershirt to your dress shirt.  You look like an unprofessional fool who hasn’t mentally moved himself past college.  And the absolute worst is a t-shirt under a white dress shirt.  Everyone in the office can see that you went to MTV’s Cancun Spring Break at Señor Frog’s and took too many shots with some random girl from Wichita State.  I’m pretty sure your partner isn’t looking too kindly on that.  Go to Macy’s and buy yourself two threepacks of undershirts.  It’ll last you a week and a day.  It shouldn’t cost you more than $30.  Am I the only person who feels this way?