Long update

This week has been eventful. Lots of time devoted to school. Or, spent at school and on school-type activities. I almost sold out this week. Well, I may still sell out, we’ll see. Let me explain. I want to be a Prosecutor. I want to put away the bad guys. Despite the fact that it won’t pay a huge salary, I want to work for the government on the side of justice and fairness. I want to instill justice and fairness on the part of the government. I want to work with cops helping to validate the hard work they do, but convicting the guys they catch. I want to keep the streets safe for you and yours and me and mine. That being said, I had an interview with a criminal defense attorney. Not only is he a defense attorney, but he specializes in sex cases and child molestation. Those are the people I want to put away the most. I want stricter punishments for sex offenders. I want to lock them up and throw away the key. I want to tell other inmates that they are sex offenders and then lock them up and throw away the key. How can I defend them?? I understand the theory that everyone is entitled to due process and blah blah blah. I just don’t think I can do this job. It’s the one time I’ve ever had an interview and thought the whole time “I really hope I don’t get this job!” Well, as if the universe heard my inner struggle and wanted to reward me for all of my hard work, the Riverside DA’s office called me to schedule a second interview!!! I can’t even believe it! I literally almost jumped for joy! I will be meeting the DA himself and interviewing for a post-bar clerkship which will turn into a deputy DA job after I pass the bar. Oh man that’s exciting! I’ll be putting away the bad guys! The interview isn’t for a couple weeks, so I have plenty of time to calm down and prepare. Center myself. Work out this nervous energy.

Speaking of working out, things are getting weird with Personal Trainer. Not weird weird. But like..I’m making them weird. Apparently he really likes me. I had to remind him that we’ve only known each other for a week. Today it’s been a week. But, he already wants to be my boyfriend. He keeps referring to himself as “my boy” and saying that I’m “his girl.” He’s super nice. And he’s a genuinely nice guy. And he’s real good looking. I don’t know what’s holding me back. We hung out last night after this all day event at school. I was super tired. He promised that he didn’t mind if I fell asleep on my couch while he watched the Lakers game. He lied. He kept talking the whole time he was here. I finally had to kick him out at 11 so I could crash out. We had this kind of awkward talk where I told him that I just want to get to know him and see what happens. I usually rush into things, so I’m trying to be a little more mellow. ATC really bummed me out, so I’m trying to do things differently. I rushed into getting attached to him, and then he pulled the rug out from under me. I’m going to try to not let that happen again. Plus, with Personal Trainer, we have that whole “I’m paying him to be my personal trainer” thing going. I told him I don’t want to end up on People’s Court “I paid him for a whole month’s worth of sessions, but he won’t train me now!” He promised that wouldn’t happen. But, he said that he was fine with me working things out on my own time. He knows I’m talking to other guys and doing my thing. He said he was ok with that, and that he wouldn’t pressure me into anything. Of course, then his cockiness came out and said that he was the best thing out there and that I’d figure that out soon enough. Maybe I like the thrill of the chase. Or, maybe if a guy keeps telling me how hot I am, or that he thinks I’m the perfect girl, I think there’s something wrong with him and don’t want him. Do I need therapy? Dang! I just don’t want anything awkward to happen with Personal Trainer, so I need to just keep it super casual with him and just see what happens. It’s just hard to keep something casual when he texts me all the time and calls me every morning and does everything he should do if we’re dating. Why is it that when I’m trying to keep things casual, the guy wants more. And when I want more, the guy assumes a new identity in witness protection and goes into hiding?

In other news, I spoke to two different guys from eharmony this week. One guy was kind of weird. He seemed nice enough, but I know from talking to him that I’m not digging him. The weird thing is that he then called me the next morning just to say hi. Didn’t I just talk to you like 13 hours ago? We don’t actually know each other, guy. That’s just weird. And awkward. Do some guys just not get that whole “Coming on too strong” thing? If he calls again, I’m going to avoid him and hope he gets the hint. The other guy, Lance Armstrong, called me today and is actually pretty cool. I call him Lance Armstrong, because he races bikes like Lance Armstrong. Not because he has testicular cancer, like It Boy guessed. There’s even a picture of him on eharmony in his racing gear (read: spandex shorts). He’s actually pretty nice. And his emails are super funny. Like, the kind of funny that makes me look forward to receiving his emails, and I hope he’ll still email me, even though we have reached the phone call level. Not that he wasn’t funny on the phone. I just really liked his emails. We chatted for a while today, which was a very nice study break. He didn’t mention hanging out, but said he’d call me again. We’ll see. He’s from Nebraska, so I tend to trust him. Those Midwestern boys are good boys. Adopted Brother #1 is a good Midwestern boy from Iowa, and he’s not a player. Um…yeah…. The stories I could tell about that kid! I was his roll dog a couple times this summer. When my brother was crashed out, I’d go with AB1 up the street to one of the bars, and try to find girls for him. Usually the nights ended with us stumbling home with random stories about the weird people we met (i.e. gangsters from Corona, boys in dresses, drunk girl having drama because a bunch of different guys she was hooking up with were in the same bar, etc.) I wanted to be a good wingman for AB1 in lieu of my brother, but failed miserably. Sorry AB1, I tried. Anyway, we’ll see if Lance Armstrong calls again and actually asks me out this time. He may be pretty fun to hang out with. Then there’s the guy with the mentally handicapped brother. He resurfaced a few days ago after a week or so of being incommunicado. Apparently he’s in Orlando with his brother and sister and his sister’s kids. That’s cute. I understand the lure of Mickey and can forgive him. Oh, and a new guy emailed me questions today. He is SUPER good looking. I don’t know that I even read his profile. I looked at his pictures, said “yes please” and then responded to his questions. He emailed me back right away, and we went through the first couple stages within an hour. If things go as planned, I’ll be engaged to him in 2 weeks. The taking things slow plan has slight exceptions for really, really beautiful men who used to be in the military. Guess I didn’t learn much from my time with ATC. Oh well.

And yes, the time stamp on this is correct: I stayed home on Halloween. I just wasn’t feeling it this year. I am so tired from this week. And the thought of dressing up and going to a bar just wasn’t doing it for me. And with finals coming up so soon…I decided to make the responsible decision of staying in. Plus, my bestest estest is coming to LA from London in less than a month, so I need to have time to see her, which means being better prepared for finals early on. She’s going to have an enormous belly as she’s “with child.” I can’t believe I’m about to be an auntie!! This is my last opportunity to have girl time with my bestest estest before she’s a mom. That’s just insane. So, I stayed in and outlined. It Girl came over and studied with me. We stocked up on junk food and pizza and hit the books. Hey, we still wanted to celebrate Halloween in some way. And now that we have a trainer, it’s ok if we eat junk food on Halloween. When Personal Trainer texted me from a party, I fessed up to the junk food. He made me promise to work out tomorrow, but he’s drunk now and won’t remember that tomorrow. And, I think promises made with intoxicated aren’t binding. I’ll probably hit the gym regardless. Probably. Maybe. Slight chance. Maybe. It does beg the questions: if I’m the laziest person in the world, why do I keep meeting these really active people who are passionate about working out, and why do they like me?? Maybe the universe is trying to tell me something. I just can’t always listen to the universe. Right?