I think this will be the first year I actually make a new year’s resolution. I alway thought it was lame to resolve to do something on NYE when you should be making resolutions to do things on a daily basis (yea, I said that, and I wasn’t being sarcastic). Seriously, I need to start writing that book that lies within or I will think myself a failure forever. At the least I must write at least one article and get rejected by two magazines, minimum. I so wished I saved all the rejections letters I received in my lifetime. They would help during times when I wonder why I am the way I am, “Thank you for your submission. Unfortunately…)

2008 Prediction: A certain person will become engaged to a certain girlfriend. Seriously - I feel it will happen, probably around summer time.

Reminder: write down the cute thing Maddie said in the store today. It was so adorable that I bet the guy in front of us went home and told his wife the story about the precious little girl who thought it wasn’t a big deal for her to spend $25 for boots because she probably had “at least a million dollars in her piggy bank” and she also had all those “coupons” (savings bonds), so it wouldn’t be too much of a cut in her cash to shell out the money for the footwear.

Alas,…( oh wait, way too dramatic a word, I am not allowed to use the word “alas”, or alas, my grade shall suffer). Actually, I agree with this critique and wonder what the heck I was thinking for using “alas” in a class paper, what a tool.

So I finished at 4:30 today and cannot wait to tell some stories. I have a pretty amusing Office Max story to tell in the days to come, but first I need to tell a typical “I’m an f-up” story.

I recall oversleeping for my very first final as a freshman in undergrad. I seem to have issues with adapting to new situations. So, of course, I had some issues with my first law school final. Now, I swear I did not hear her say this… The final was a combination of Bluebook (essay) and some multiple choice questions. For the mc we had to use a typical scantron sheet. I had sense enough not to write my name on the bluebook, but once I received the scantron sheet, I dutifully print my name and fill-in all the circles. I figure the prof would not actually see the scantron, so why not put my name. Three hours later I go to turn in my test. I get up to the front of the line and the woman freaks “I said not to put your name anywhere!” She ordered me to the faculty secretaries’ office stating that I needed to fill out a whole new sheet. I start walking, but cannot imagine they would allow me to actually fill-in a new sheet. Needless to say, the secretary had me erase all my fill-ins. Now, I just needed to get it past the proctor woman.

At the point the line had increased and I stood there hoping she wouldn’t embarass me by saying something about the erased bubbles in front of the other young, law students. As I am standing there, I realize I have only two bluebooks even though she had passed out three as a start. We were expected to at the minimum turn in three bluebooks with our tests and scanned sheets. Shit. So I run back to the room and pray someone hadn’t come in to retrieve any stray papers. Gratefully, the book was still at my seat. At this point, I felt great relief that I anchored the end of line, so that if she says something about my test, it will be in front of a minimal amount of people. WHen I reached the proctor, she seemed to have come downa a peg or two and actually smiled at me when she said “now that’s better” when viewing my scantron. Sigh of relief.

I also “left” my sunglasses in the room after the test and this will speak to another blog entry…

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I had this weird dream where I left the microwave door open while it was “microwaving”. While this was happening I had a vague feeling that I had done this purposefully. I believe part of my intent was to determine, in fact, if the microwave would work while the door was open. It did work - in my dream - and while I felt disconcerted to know that the oven works with the door open I also felt apprehension that the microwave was burning my skin and possibly causing cellular damage. Weird.

Last night I watched a holiday movie starring Nicole Eggert of “Charles in Charge” fame or perhaps “notoriety” would be a better word. I am unable to watch Nicole Eggert on a program without thinking of Crazy Pat. I feel conflicted pointing this out as I know how it sucks to be locked into certain past opinions or statements, but I can’t help linking the two together. Rather, I mention this not to typecast CP, but relay how funny it is that I continue to think “CP” when I see Nicole Eggert. Oh, the movie was called Holiday Switch and it was the ol’ typical take on Its a Wonderful Life. Please do not take this as a recommendation, though.

Tracey Gold is really a poor actor. That is probably why most of you are saying “Who the heck is Tracey Gold?”