The "Classic" First Post

I wanted to call my blog: "My Mom Thinks I Make Horrible Decisions-But I Call It Living". But that was just entirely too long. So I figured I'd just stick to the important part. Because although my mom DOES think I'm the world's worst decision maker, it doesn't really bother me. I know-- in the end-- I will be wiser for it. That's if I survive it.

I have to admit, I'm not sure what I want this blog to be. Or even what I want it to be about. But right now I feel like there is so much "grey area" or uncertainty in my life. And no one else seems to understand. So if you stumble across this blog, I hope that you can understand that I'm just not sure yet, but hopefully this will shape itself.

With that said.

About three years ago, I decided to go to Law School. I don't remember why, or what prompted this decision. But it seemed like the right one to make at the time. I mean, my mom (from here on she will be known as Ol' Loco) even agreed with it, how could I possibly go wrong? At the time I was a Sophomore in college. I attended small liberal arts college in Massachusetts. I had just quit the basketball team and was experiencing myself, as a student without the "athlete" attached for the very first time. And I decided that I wanted to be a Lawyer.

Fast forward to 2008.

I graduated from college, somewhere in the middle of my class, and was accepted to a tier 1 law school, that -- like me-- is ranked somewhere in the middle.

I didn't care though, I was in Law School and I was back in the city of my birth. And that's all that mattered to me, regardless of what my well-meaning but completely overbearing mother ( and aunt) believed. Right now, I'm halfway through my first year. And its been pretty un-nerving. Not only because its really hard and exhausting, but because being out of college and preparing for a career have forced me to think about my future, in frightening detail.

Let's be honest. I was, and somwhat still am, a party girl. I like to get glammed up, go out and get a little tipsy and party wth my friends. Atleast, thats who I was three-four months ago. Recently, I've been a relative homebody, managing to get out atleast once a week to down whiskey sours and have awkward run-ins with old highschool friends. I live with my ex-girlfriend. Yes, you read correctly. My ex-GIRLfriend. But I wouldn't say I'm gay, just sexually uninhibited. Plus love chooses us. We don't choose it. We'll call her "Sano". Because she could not deal with my insane locosity. We broke up about a month ago but have remained friends and roommates. Shortly "after" (this in quotes because I have a habit of "hedging my bets/ overlapping" when ending a relationship, so by after I mean during. Sorry Sano. My heart wants what it wants) I rekindled a romance with my best friend and high school sweetheart. We'll just call him Loco Muchacho or "LoMu" for short. Its really frightening when you realize that " the One" was right there all along. More on him and the perfect union that is "us", later.

I'm unemployed and sick of school already, but madly in love and looking forward to whatever life brings my way. In extra loco fashion, as it usually does.
Hate to be a tease but I'm going to wrap this up because its almost Christmas and I'm at my Mom's house. If I find the time, I'll post more tomorrow. Stay tuned for post 1.5.

Abrazos y besos,
Loco.