cross that river to the jersey side

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and i am glad it's over.  

other news:  i think i'm going to shift my non-workout-related entries back here to LJ and maybe abandon phillygirlruns.blogspot.com.  i get the sense that no one really reads that anyway, so i don't know the point of continuing to publicly blog there.  i recently got accepted to CFCC's competitive crossfit team, which requires, among other things, that i track my workouts in a log on the crossfit mainsite boards.  (for the curious: http://board.crossfit.com/showthre… )

being on the team is humbling and exciting all at the same time.  i've come SO FAR since i started at CFCC - my body composition has changed completely, and it's kind of insane how much stronger i am.  i'm leaner and faster, but have a long way to go there.  erin, CFCC's owner, asked me the other day if i'd be willing to write up something on my experience with crossfit to be posted on the website...so that was pretty flattering.  but, at the same time, i have SO MUCH FURTHER to go to really be good at this - a point that got driven home for me yesterday when we did a crossfit fundraising event with people from other gyms in the area and i was solidly in the bottom third of scores for people who did the workout without scaling it.

so, maybe i'll get really jacked.  we'll see.  

So far, being an adult and planning the wedding has been keeping me busy and happy.

Mike and I finally had a chance to take some downtime to ourselves and celebrate the engagement this weekend.  Since we got engaged, we've been running around like mad, visiting family and friends and whatnot, and I couldn't wait to just spend a weekend together without checking in with people. 

It didn't work out that way completely, because yesterday we had to help my sister and her fiance move out of my dad's house--they'd been living there together since sometime around the bar exam, so for a good three months now.  They finally got a place of their own, with sliding glass doors to the bedroom and the living room, and trees and a little patio and everything. 

But Saturday--that was ours.  We slept in, woke up slowly, and rolled around in bed for a while before we got up and Mike made us omelettes with peppers and mushrooms and sausage.  It stopped raining, and on my way to get my nails done the clouds actually parted and it was actually sunny, for the first time in three or four straight days.  Afterwards, we went to the gym, and then

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Hi, I fell off the face of the earth.

I've been doing nothing but studying, sleeping, and gym. I live a sad existence. Things will be back to normal on Tuesday around 2pm.

Sunday was my last shift at Friday's. I'm not a bartender anymore, and it still hasn't sunken in. In the past month, my life has done a complete 180--I'm living with my parents, single, soon to be broke, and Kevin got to keep the cats. I'm happy, though.

Aside from the studying, of course.

One of my cats pooped in the bathtub at some point between my getting out of the shower at 11:30 last night and my getting ready for work this morning at 8.

FINE, I'LL CHANGE YOUR STUPID LITTER.

"What's that? You pooped in the refrigerator? And you ate an entire wheel of cheese? I'm not even mad. I'm just impressed."

I'm having trouble lifting my can of diet Coke because Linus made me do these oblique exercises with the world's tiniest medicine ball. Apparently it worked my shoulders a lot more, because my abs feel fine.

WHO'S THE NEW INTERN FOR JUDGE COOPER?

Oh, THAT WOULD BE ME.

God, it is such a relief to have that out of the way. Although it sure will be tough to turn down Blank Rome when they come pounding on my door. :-P

PS, even though I characteristically gave myself three times as much time to get there as I needed, I actually ended up being THISCLOSE to being late. Just goes to show you that my ridiculous I-gotta-leave-a-hundred-years-early thing pays off.

Ohgod.
I am a bundle of nerves today. At 2:30, I have my first interview in Project: Get Some Legal Experience. So here I am, in a suit and heels with my hair done, and I just feel about 50 years old.
We play a game here, sort of. Every day, someone is bound to have an interview, and so every day, there's at least one person wearing a suit. And you say, "OH, you look SO NICE today!" No matter what. Doesn't matter if the suit's inappropriate, if the shirt doesn't fit right, if they're wearing a Looney Tunes tie. So it's nice to get compliments from everyone, and they do seem fairly sincere, but I'm petrified that I look ridiculous.

And we all know me, you know? Last night I went to iron my shirt, and it struck me that I had never ironed a shirt before. So Kevin had to show me how to do it. KEVIN showed ME how to iron a shirt. He grumbled about the darts and shaping, but he was altogether very helpful.
But then I noticed, as I was ironing, that there were several spots on the shirt. Spots that looked suspiciously like soda. Except I hadn't spilled anything on it at all, and it had just come from the wash. WTF? I do everything in my power to keep white shirts white, you know, OxyClean and all that. And I get mystery soda spots. Just frigging perfect.
So I managed to make myself frighteningly grown up and put-together this morning--hair blowdried and curled and everything. And after I finish the beautification, it's time to get dressed. And what do you know--the brand-new stockings I JUST BOUGHT YESTERDAY are defective and have a giant hole in them.

This had BETTER not be a sign.

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Everyone who loves working out should join exercise_addict.
I had my first session of VITA last night. I originally did it because it seemed like an easy way to get some pro bono hours...but then I started doing people's taxes, and I LIKED IT. Not so much the tax part, but when I was working with a 26-year-old guy with two kids, watching him play counting games with his four-year-old daughter, and I got him almost $6500 back...it was really, really rewarding. I didn't even mind staying an hour late to help Jenna finish her client's paper return--it was pretty simple, and he got another $97 from the state.

So, my first rewarding experience as a pseudo-attorney. Go figure!

First of all:
Dear Philadelphia,
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Got that out of my system. This weekend really drained me. I was up at seven on Saturday, did VITA training until three, went right to work after that and then came home, read Con Law, and bored myself to sleep around midnight. Up early again yesterday, did breakfast with my mom and Randy, and then went suit shopping in King of Prussia. Back to Jersey, off to Starbucks where I guzzled two Venti iced coffees while doing my ConLaw and Property reading...and then work. For the longest shift of my life.

Seriously. I thought that game was NEVER going to end.

And then right afterwards, at like 10:30, they very clearly said "The Simpsons is coming up in less than ten minutes!" An hour later, it finally came on. WTF, football? I don't get it.

Suit shopping was a success. For less than $330, I got a black suit with subtle hot pink pinstripes (I promise that's not a contradiction) and two Oxford shirts. How will anyone be able to resist hiring me? I look successful and stunning. Now I just need to get interviews...pfft. Details.

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