Bored

I heard a song by Taylor Swift today called "Fifteen," which was about how naive and scared, yet excited you are when you are fifteen. I totally related. Well, she was talking about boys, which were so not in my life at 15...I was one of those lame girls who didn't get her first kiss until she was almost 17. It's so true though, when I was fifteen I thought I had everything figured out. I knew what I wanted to be (a veterinaria - HA!) and I was so sure of myself. And I had marroon hair. Good times.

I think there's a certain reassurance that comes when you get older and realize that you actually don't have ANYTHING figured out...but no one expects you to. Because no one else knows that much about life either! I really want to go back to my guidance counselor and tell her to STOP telling highschoolers they need to figure out what they want to do with their lives. They don't. Besides, they'll be wrong.

Fall

Man, fall sucks sucks sucks! I was studying and it started to get dark, so I thought "OOh, must have been going longer than I thought..."

No. It was only 5:30. FIVE THIRTY! =(

Seriously now, who thought of this daylight savings time? And this orbiting the sun on a tilted axis thing?

And why does the early darkness and cold make me want to hide under my covers and cry? AND my eating turns to crap - I seriously ate pizza for lunch AND dinner today. Lame.

Fall, I hate you.

Nature/Nurture

Well well, I'm finally entering the blogging world.

Why? Well I thought it would be a good way to document my time in law school.

So a lot of these posts might be about property laws and contracts...or not.

But this one is about why I am up at 5:00 AM on a Saturday. Just watched my brother head to the airport for a return to Germany. He's in the army and is stationed there, but is heading to Afghanistan in a few months.

Having him here always reminds me that "nature" MUST have some hold over nurture. We grew up in the same house, same religion, same parents, same school. But he's in the army and I'm, well....not so fond of the military. He's going to the Middle East to fight, and I have a Middle Eastern partner. He's a devout Christian and I'm an atheist. I'm super liberal and he's...well, he's not so much.

Sometimes I look at him and think "how could we possibly have come from the same womb?!" Not that I don't like him - I do! indeed I love him! - but we are SO different.

But this is where the nurture part comes in. My mom may not have passed on her conservative christian ideals to me, but she did get the respect doctrine hammered in there. Whenever my brother comes home he visits me and my Middle Eastern partner in our living-in-sin shared apartment he never says a word. And I let him bring his camo rucksack and drop it in the middle of my floor. I even let him get away with saying "EYE-rack."

Why? Well my mama taught us to always love and respect each other. So even though we have opposing views on nearly everything, we are family - and I'm just glad when he is around and safe.

But I'm still not putting a "support the troops" sticker on my car...