I am Perez Hilton

Dear All (and by All, I mean, you my 2 readers),

I write to you from a Starbucks on 9th Avenue near the meatpacking district. While the neighborhood is very trendy, I am looking particularly women's college today. I am wearing jeans, a MHC hoodie sweatshirt, and my new balance. Most people go to coffee shops to meet their mate...and I'm fairly certain it's not going to happen for me today. In fact, if I saw anyone who DIDN'T know what I was like back in the "red sweat pants/northface fleece" dark days of Mount Holyoke, I'd probably crawl in a hole and die. I didn't come here specifically to update my blog, but since I am putting off any and all attempts at re-working my personal statement, now seems like the perfect time to update. I will bucketize this post by topics:

LSU Game
I couldn't be happier that LSU won. As I had no one who wished to watch a football game with me in this city, I, in engaging in some sort of whack social experiment, decided to go my local Irish pub to watch said game. Needless to say, I was the youngest person there by a good 20 years. I eventually struck up conversation with some 50 yr old Irish construction workers, who then proceeded to grill me about why I wanted to go to law school, and then bought me 4 beers. It was like Cheers, except Irish, and no one knew my name. By the end of the evening, the told me I should come back again. I'm thinking about becoming a "regular", if only for the stories I think becoming a "regular" at an Irish Construction Worker pub might provide.

Recent Engagements
I logged onto Facebook today, and was, yet again, notified that another one of my friends was engaged. This will make the 5th or so engagement I found out about this week. I thought the average engagement age was like 27/28, but maybe I am wrong. While everyone I know getting engaged petrifies me...I would very much like to be invited to each and every one of these weddings. Not because I have a date (as is clearly evident from the below posts), but because who doesn't love a free party? That probably makes me cheap.

Age
I can't decided if we're getting old or not. Everyday I am bombarded with signs in either direction. For example:
Leelee's 14th birthday party: old
Hearing about people purchasing property: not
Walking around the NYU/East Village area: old
Applying to Law School: not
My parents talking to me about my "inheritance": old
My parents sending me money so I can pay my billz: not

23 as the Michael Jordan Year
I recently heard from a friend that she was so excited about turning 23, because she took it to be the start of her "Michael Jordan Year". I've been thinking about this a lot recently, in a retrospective way, and I've realized perhaps 23 wasn't the best year I've ever had. Reasons are:
- I fell and broke my rib when drunk at a bar in Murry Hill;
- I didn't score a 180 on my LSATs;
- My identity was potentially stolen by some hacker who hacked the Louisiana Student Loan database;
- The ceiling in my bathroom collapsed in the middle of the night;

Let's hope, generally, 24 proves to be a better year. Of course there are still 2 months left of my Michael Jordan Year..so, there is still time, I guess.

Miscellaneous
There are two men sleeping on a couch behind me. I was going to comment on how tacky I think that is, then I had a flashback to the time that I took a nap in a starbucks in Prague WITH all of my luggage, and I think we even had the nerve not to buy anything. I really miss traveling Europe. I think I will definitely go backpacking next summer. If you want to be my travel companion, please let me know. I am very easy to travel with. I have stayed in the Worse of European Hostels, so it really takers a lot for me to complain. Usually, it takes a complete loss of water and or electricty at the hostel for longer than 24hrs.