Date Night + The Orange Dress

Right now we have an exterminator at our house. Finally. Buh Bye mice. OVER YOU!

And earlier I got a job. For the semester. It’s not really law related. But it’s a job. So yay for dollars. And a boss who seems pretty rad (and thanks for the tip, Beth). I start Monday.

Also, in case you were wondering (clearly you were), last night was Date Night. I love date night.

Date night isn’t every Thursday, or even ever week, but when everything aligns and it works out, date night is my favorite night.

(especially when I get to wear a pretty (read: totally impractical for January in Seattle) new date night dress, courtesy of Dustin and Christmas)

P.S. below is what happens after I have two beers + a new dress “TAKE A PICTURE (or 5) WITH ME IN THE MIRROR!”

Isn’t it a cute dress? And sort of inappropriate (whoops)? I like.

Anyway, the night started with some guacamole (and other mexi delights, but obvi I was most excited about the guacamole because it’s basically my favorite food) delivered to my dining room by Dustin.

“a pronto guac for my sweetheart. I’m such a gentleman bringing you fancy mealz” –text from Dustin last night (also he doesn’t normally say things like that – except for maybe the fancy mealz part)

After our mexican feast, we went back to Dustin’s neighborhood to grab a beer.

And guys, guess what I found at Naked City?!

DOUBLE MOUNTIAN’S NEW WINTER IPA - GRAVATAR!! It was MOST exciting. Double Mountain beers are my very favorite beers. And they’re hard to find anywhere but the taproom in Hood River. So obviously I had two. Then I made Dustin take the above mirror pictures with me. 

Anyway, date night was so good. I love mid-week Dustin hang out sessions. They’re always a superfun break for the usual school/homework thing I normally do all week.

questioning the whole law school thing

(warning: this post gets a little serious -
things just got REAL in my blog world haha)

I was just doing my Dispute Resolution reading in preparation for tomorrow’s class, and in the midst of my reading, I came across this:

“Research suggests that lawyers are less interested in people, in emotions, and interpersonal concerns than others. In fact, the research suggests that humanistic, people-oriented individuals do not fare well, psychologically or academically, in law school or in the legal profession.” – Dispute Resolution and the Law, Fourth Edition.

I’m pretty sure I’m the “humanistic, people-oriented” type of person, if I had to pick one. I’m also pretty sure that’s why I’m not a superawesome law student. I mean, I’m superawesome in general (obviously), but maybe not superawesome at law school (as evidenced by my less than perfect grades and by the law school, Seattle winter sadness I feel, and my love of wine)? And I’m sort of alright with that. Or at least I was.

I think I’ve been alright with the whole “I was happier and smarter (well maybe not smarter, but smarter as relative to my peers, and smarter because I got better grades) before law school” thing, because I figured that once I became an attorney I would be happier and I would be good at my law niche and lots of good, life goal-type-things would finally happen for me. And also, I figured the experience, the three years, it would make me a better, stronger, smarter person. I have been living under the assumption that I would be happier after law school. I’m not sure why. 

But then, in the midst of my law school homework, all of my future hopes and dreams got flushed down the proverbial toilette. I’m not going to lie, it has always been a fear in the back of my head, that I’m doing this whole law school thing for nothing. That I’m burying myself under a mountain of debt for nothing except unhappiness and the knowledge that I really don’t want to be a lawyer, so I can cross that job off my list.

But I keep re-assuring myself and justifying my decision to go to law school by telling myself: education is never a bad thing, no one can take your JD away from you after you graduate. Recently, I have also been questioning whether or not that is completely true. Maybe accruing a mound of debt to know that you don’t want to be in a certain profession isn’t a good thing. Maybe I would have been better off going down a different road? Getting a different type of graduate degree, perhaps.

The quote above, it also got me thinking: maybe people who don’t thrive in law school aren’t meant to be lawyers?

But then does that mean that all of my closest law school friends and I are going to be miserable, awful lawyers? I doubt it. I might be, and maybe one or two of them may also be bad at the profession, but I believe that a few of them will be really passionate, amazing lawyers despite being depressed or not getting all As in law school (go friends!).

The whole 3 year experience has definitely changed me. A lot. And I’m not sure if it has been good, or if it has been an overall negative change. I think about this a lot, but I’m not sure I’ll be able to know completely until after I’m out. After I’ve put some space between my life and the experience I’m going through now.

So, for now, I’m just crossing my fingers and hoping that (a) I will get a job I actually enjoy after law school, (b) I will be happy after law school, and (c) that this whole law school thing wasn’t for nothing.

And while living in a trailer on an Indian reservation all last summer really sucked (like, worst. thing. ever. status), I genuinely enjoyed the estate planning, working with the native population type work I did (when I had work to do, that is). I can definitely see myself starting off my legal career doing something like that and enjoying it (well similar in work, not similar in location, obviously). So who knows, maybe there is hope for grown-up-lawyer-Rebeka after all? I’ll try and be optimistic about the possibility of it all.

But maybe those things won’t happen and I’ll end up DJing my life away at Jack’s? Or doing people’s hair? The future is an exciting thing. But sometimes thinking about it gets the best of me, because the future is really scary too.

So, for now I’m just hoping that I made the right decision in going to law school. I’m hoping that I will always find happiness in all parts of my life. That neither my school choice nor my profession will take away all of my happiness. That I will be good at my some-day-grown-up-job.  And I’m hoping that law school doesn’t take the “humanistic, people-oriented” side of me away, or even make me think that being that way is a bad thing. Because it’s not. And I’m superawesome just the way I am (duh).

Guess What?

I’m typing this post on my computer bestfriend. It got fixed today. Hallelujah! 

Some computer fixer man came to my home right as Kylee, Kate and I were about to sit down for dinner (we had Kate over for dinner, then Julia came later then Erin got home even later than that. And we ate and then chatted and it was good. Mini PC05 funtimes). So clearly I forced him to fix my laptop at the dinner table and also forced him to eat dinner with us. Awkward? Maybe. I was just so thankful he was bringing my computer back to life. And I think maybe he was thankful for the free delicious dinner of creamy tortellini with spinach and chicken, asparagus and bread. He didn’t want any wine though (so weird, I didn’t understand).  

Also, the computer fixer man put a new cover thing on my computer (you know, it’s the part on the back side of the screen). It’s matte black. So fancy.

I need to get better at technology. And technology terms too. 

Or just buy extended warranties on all my electronic purchases for all time and make up words. #done

I don’t think I would care about all of this if I were you (ok, I lie, I would DEFINITELY care, DUH). But, at least you’re able to read this via the interwebz. Because you have power. Unlike my parents, who haven’t had power since Wednesday. I would be going crazy about now (and by “now” clearly I mean last Thursday).

Also, remember when I was all: yay instagram picture a day!!? Well, I suck at it a little. I haven’t posted yesterday or today. Judge away. Today’s picture is supposed to be of something old. Can I just take a picture of myself? 25 is old (enough). I’m probably the oldest thing I have? Can I have myself? So confusing. Anyway, this is the last picture I posted (two days ago), of a “reflection”:

This was the day the snow melted. We could finally leave the house! I finally had a reason to do my makeup. On Dustin’s floor, in front of his closet mirrors.

And there you go. I’m off to finish my reading for tomorrow and go to bed (since it’s like 11:13 and clearly I should be sleeping instead of blogging or reading). Ohh the life of a law student!

#seasnow

I am currently typing this blog post from my GIANT, 2005 laptop.

During the great Seattle snow storm that was last week - more on that in a minute - my bestfriend laptop broke. Physically. The power button decided it would be cute if it disconnected itself from the main part of the computer, breaking all the wires that apparently make the computer turn on in the process. And now I am left with a computer that won't turn on. And the worst part? It's selfishly hoarding all of my notes. I get that it's probably tired. I use it a lot. But c'mon! It knew what it was getting itself into.

Luckily though, I bought the extended warranty (I'm sure thinking that I NEEDED my laptop to last me through law school, so warranty = probably smart). Thank you for that, 2009 Rebeka. Anyway, someone will come fix my computer tomorrow or Tuesday. The day my computer is fixed and happy again can't come soon enough.

Anyway, it started snowing Monday of last week. So in a panic, I put on my UGG boots (crazy Seattle snow mode, clearly), went to Trader Joe's and bought a TON of frozen food (and some beer and wine and a few perishable items too). I put 1/2 in my downstairs freezer and took 1/2 to Dustin's. I clearly was not going to starve to death if I were to get trapped in the snow at either location.

I then went to Dustin's with like 9 days worth of clothes and food. Just in case.

P.S. he lives across the street from a safeway and about a 15 restaruants/bars. Clearly the snow had gotten to my head.

We then stressed out over how Dustin was going to get to the airport the next morning (since the news people were predicting 7-13" of snow that night). So we booked a shuttle that would pick him up like 2 miles from his house (they were on snow routes). And freaked out about how we would get him to the shuttle in my corolla. And then woke up the next morning to ZERO snow and Dustin went to Chicago for work.

Then, after a 1/2 snow day from school with zero snow (they were all, it's going to snow SO MUCH this evening, go home now. I was like awesome) I was skeptical. I woke up on Wednesday morning to so much** snow. And then my roommates and I were snowed in for two days. We ate a lot. And watched A LOT of TV. I'm pretty sure I didn't leave the big couch in our livingroom for two days. Except for when Erin and I went late night sledding down our street on giant tupperware lids. It was fun. And scary. That hill is steep.

(** so much = picture below, so I guess so much = not very much at all)

Really though, this is most of the snow. And then there was like 1/2" of ice on top of that on day 2. That made things awful. But Seattle freaks out when it snows. True story.

Dustin flew home very late on day 2, and when he got here he picked me up in his cab (clearly I could not drive - really though, it was super icy at this point) on the way home from the airport at like 2am (airport closed for most of the day b/c of snow and ice, his flight was delayed like 5 times). Probably mostly because he needed his keys and I had them. And then we spent the next day snowed in at his apartment (in case you're keeping track, that's day 3).

On the 4th day we could drive again. So we went to Target and Bed Bath and Beyond and there were about a million people out. It was stressful. And then we went to dinner at the Barking Dog Alehouse and it was good. We had beer and food. So good.

beer size = imperial pint = magic

just in case you were wondering, I got the chicken sandwich with caramelized onions, cheddar cheese, bacon and some veggies. Oh and tofu fries. It was good you guys. Dustin got Fish & Chips which was also delicious.

And tomorrow I resume my normal schedule.

Computerless, though (well mostly).

The end.

TAG

Sooo I’m giving in. Again. Or something.

(If this isn’t your thang then no worries. I’ll catch you next time :)

I’ve been the victim (twice today) of a blogger game of tag (YOU’RE IT!!). So I’m doing it. I’m going to play!! Mostly because I like that there is a part where you talk about yourself – so it’s sort of like playing along and blogging. Alright, enough justification.

Thanks Legally Lovely and Classes Cases and Chaos (is anyone else sensing a law student procrastination theme going on?) for TAGGING me!

Here I go:

PART 1:

5 facts about me:

1. For my third birthday I got a pony (a real one, with a red bow on his saddle). His name was Charley Tuna. Judge away. I know you’re jealous.
2. I am really bad at math. It gives me anxiety.
3. I often think about who my bride’s maids would be if I got engaged today. I always have a hard time narrowing it down. It’s either 3 or like 15.
4.  I eat pasta (usually the gluten free kind) multiple times a week. #lawschooldiet
5. I like watching movies, but only like 20 of them. Most movies (with action, or scary parts, or intense parts, or lame-ness) I don’t like. It drives my boyfriend nutz. (him: pick a movie, me: forgetting sarah marshall? knocked up? I love you man? any romantic comedy? mean girls? superbad? Him: no, we’ve watched those all about 500 times). I think it’s because I’m usually so mentally stimulated and exhausted, that when I watch a movie I want to relax and not have to think too hard about it (also I don’t have a lot of down time, so watching a movie should be a relaxing treat in my mind).

PART 2(a):

Answer the questions other bloggers gave you:

My answers to Legally Lovely’s questions:

1. Are you a Samantha, Charlotte, Miranda, or Carrie? It’s funny, my law school besties and I were just having this conversation (there are 4 of us) and I got designated as the Carrie. But they decided she is crazy so maybe that was mean? But she is the main character, and I like her boldness (and the fact that she is a writer), so I’ll take it.
2. If you could go on a date with ONE Hollywood hunk, who would it be? Paul Rudd was the first person that popped into my head so that’s who I’m going with.
3. A plane just landed in front of your house. Where are you going on an impromptu vacay? Somewhere warm.
4. If you were on The Bachelorette, what over-the-top date would you plan? I don’t watch the Bachelorette. This question is so lost on me.
5. If you could switch bodies with one person for a day, who would it be? A victoria secret model. The hair, the body, the height, the pretty face? Duh!
6. What is your favorite book? The Sun Also Rises – Hemmingway
7. What is your absolute dream job? Hair Dresser or Fashion Magazine Editor
8. What are three words that you would use to describe yourself at 8am? asleep, dreaming, horizontal
9. You're lost in the Amazon for a day. Who do you want with you, and what one item do you have? I want Dustin with me. No brainer. He takes care of me lately, because apparently I can’t feed myself or something? And I would let him choose the item. Unless I can magically have a fully charged (forever) and functioning iPhone. I would totes instagram all that.
10. Would you rather hitch a ride on the space shuttle, or get a brand new car of your choosing? Car. Thx.
11. What is your idea of a perfect Friday night? Well, clearly I look awesome (cute outfit, cute hair, cute makeup, feeling good, you know, feeling cute = confidence = happy). I think I would start my night with a dinner date with Dustin, maybe followed by a drink or two. That drink or two would probably be accompanied by friends and some cheesy music and dancing/being goofy. Then to end my night, I would want a cuddle sesh and maybe snacks+movie (pizza bites? popcorn? probably only if I’ve had too many drinks?) with Dustin. Nom!
12. What is one embarrassing fact about yourself that you would normally never blog about, but now you have to? I definitely wore spanks on NYE because law school makes me feel fat (and sort of stupid). True story (also embarrassing).

PART 2(b):

My answers to Classes, Cases and Chaos’s questions:

1. Exact (word for word) coffee order? Either: 1. grande americano, no room, 2. double, tall, nonfat vanilla latte, 3. tall coffee, no room, 3. grande iced coffee, no room OR 4. (from Ground in the summer when I’m hungover/it's HOT outside): 16oz chunky monkey made with the kona light powder, extra blended, no chocolate in the cup & no whipped cream…. I can make it if you want :)
2. What do you wish you would have been named? I actually really like my name.
3. Favorite Fiction Book? Like I said before, the sun also rises. I also LOVE the book “middlesex”
4. Best 90s Song? Anything Spice Girls of BSB. As for Early 90s, Merril Banbridge’s “mouth” used to be my jam in like 3rd grade. Awkward?
5. Favorite Type of Workout? elliptical and weigh lifting. Or dancing. Or taking walks with Dustin.
6. What age was your awkward phase...and what made it awkward? 7th grade. Let me paint you a picture: I had braces. They were gross. My hair had just gotten wavy and I didn’t know how to deal with it. Also I had zero fashion sense and the only makeup I owned/wore was chap stick and dark purple eye shadow (all over my eye lids). It was really sad. Then 8th grade came, my braces were taken off, I learned about a blow dryer and a curling iron, and discovered that purple eye shadow was NOT ok, and I was cute again.
7. Go To Bible Verse? None
8. When Someone Asks Me: "Does this make me look fat?" (and it does) what do you say? Of course not. But it kind of hugs X area awkwardly, maybe let’s try something else?
9. Least Favorite Candy? 3 Musketeers. A lot of chewy candy.
10. Coke or Pepsi? Probably diet coke or diet doctor pepper. OH and sprite OR 7up with all their sugary-ness.
11. What is the best way to end a day? Snuggle sesh with my fav boy.

PART 3:

Tag 5 people (to play your game):

legally lovely (you didn’t call no tag backs)
classes cases and chaos (neither did you – and I’m lazy, sorry)
onelonemagpie
a picture a day
create, cook, survive law school

PART 4:

5 tagged people, here are my 5 questions for you to answer:

1. What is your favorite part of each day?
2. If I were to bring you a drank right now, what would you want it to be?
3. Do you ever want to get married?
4. What is your favorite article of clothing?
5. Who is your favorite family member (and why) – and none of that, “I can’t choose” nonsense?

Alright, if you read all of that you’re a champ and I owe you a hug. Or a drank (Imma buy you a drank).

However, if you want some immediate gratification, go here and read. I died. Of laughter. It’s SO amazing:

http://textsfrombennett.tumblr.com/

Or just listen to THIS (personally it’s a frat party, college type of memory):

http://youtu.be/Ui86peQZ74s

I’m hopping on the SNOW bandwagon

It’s snowy outside. Oh Em Gee.

just look at that view from my kitchen (it’s clearly very fancy) & that 1/2 inch of snow (it’s clearly worth freaking out over):

In most places the snow isn’t a big deal, but in Seattle it snows like 1/2 inch and everyone (including me) freaks the F out.

I think it’s because there are SO many hills in Seattle. And also they don’t have snow plows here or something? I don’t get it. But really, it might be because the snow is always on top of a crapload of ice. Truth.

Dustin told me it is supposed to start snowing again at noon today. He is cancelling his work trip to Chicago for fear of not being able to get to the airport tomorrow morning.

My roommate, Erin, told me it is supposed to snow EIGHT inches by Wednesday. Snow day tomorrow? Please?

At home in White Salmon it’ll snow like three feet in one night and I’m all “no big deal, I can totes drive in this. Peaceout, family!” Here I’m like, “I NEED TO GO TO TRADER JOE’S IMMEDIATELY BEFORE IT STARTS SNOWING MORE TO GET 2 WEEKS WORTH OF WINE AND VEGTIBLES AND FROZEN FOOD SO I WON’T DIE WHEN I GET SNOWED IN FOR DAYSSS!!”

Even though TJ’s is only probably a mile away and I could totally walk there if I was starving (or out of wine). I’m so dramatic.

But guys, I can’t help it. I get sucked into the snow frenzy-ness everyone in this city feels. And it’s kind of fun. Probably because it only snows like once a year here (if that). And the snow is a legitimate excuse not to do things, like get dressed or go to school. It’s too dangerous to drive in these conditions, professor. And also I live on a really steep hill, and I drive a corolla. So I’ll be staying home, thanks. And they’re like it’s ok I’m not going to school either! And we all win and then I sit by my fireplace all day long.

Alright, I’m outtie to go stock up on essentials at the grocery store, then I’m going to do some legitimate hibernating (and eating and maybe day drinking?). Probably in my fleece lined leggings. Because of the cold. Be safe and warm, friends!  

Dear Wells Fargo, You Suck!

I’m mad at Wells Fargo. Why? You ask. Well, let me tell you.

Yesterday I went into the bank to try and deposit my financial aid check (you know, so I could like, live and buy books and things, crazy me) and the teller told me that if I wanted my money to be available today (AKA Friday) I should go outside to the ATM and deposit my check that way, because the ATM had a later deposit cut off time than they have when you deposit money inside (meaning my money would be available the next day instead of the day after that). I was like, sweet, thanks bank teller! So I went outside, deposited my check and then it spit this receipt out at me saying that NONE OF MY MONIES would be available until January 24th because my financial aid check (FROM THE FEDERAL GOVERNMENT) was “high risk”". WTF? The 24th is like TWELVE DAYS FROM NOW! Are you KIDDING?

So in my rage/confusion, I went inside and they were like “there is nothing we can do” and then they gave me some 800 number so I sat in the middle of their bank and I called someone far away on my cell phone, and they were like, there is nothing we can do. I have a hard time believing there is NOTHING anyone could have done. Then the bank manager was like, call me tomorrow and I’ll try one last thing. And I was like I NEED TO BUY MY BOOKS, YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND! I’m in mothereffing law school. You are ruining my education and my life. And P.S. did you not hear the part where I told you that THE BANK TELLER TOLD ME TO DO THIS!? WHAT THE HECK?!

Then I walked outside and burst into tears. The really ugly, loud, panic attack type tears. I was SO mad. Then I proceeded to drive home, which was probably extremely unsafe considering I was having a panic attack/uncontrollably sobbing. Don’t judge me.

When I got home, I complained to my roommate. And I also text message complained to Dustin. And then pulled it together enough to go eat a chicken burger with my friends on Capitol Hill, and then when I came home after that, my eyes and my face hurt from crying and I was still mad and I went to sleep.

This morning I called the bank first thing and they were like, gurl, you crazy. All your monies are available, so weird. And I was like, um, ok, thanks I guess? Also WTF? But ok…

And I’m relieved, but still kind of pissed.

Good story, right?

So now I’m off to buy my books and get my swoll on at the gym (Imma be so jacked+tan, obviously). And maybe switch my bank too.

P.S. I found this this morning (thanks facebook) and it made me LOL:

Relating & Communicating & Good Things Like That

I have always been told (and also sort of believed) that you should treat others the way you want to be treated. It seems like a good idea, right? Be kind to people if you want them to be kind to you. Tell people nice things if you want to also hear nice things. I could go on but I think you get the gist.

Anyway, after my first and only class of the day (first day of my last semester of law school complete!) I came home and unsuccessfully job searched for a while (unrelated: if anyone has any search tips or knows or any opportunities I’d LOVE to know) and then stumbled upon something I found really interesting and useful. I found: The 5 Love Languages by Gary Chapman. Apparently it’s a NY Times top selling book? I had never heard of it. But I really liked this guy’s idea.

Chapman’s 5 Love Languages theory (from what I’ve gathered, and I’m sorry if I’m getting any of this wrong) basically says that different people like to be treated in different ways. That makes sense, right? It says that you shouldn’t just assume that your partner likes to be treated the same way you like to be treated. And if your partner isn’t treating you the way you want to be treated it probably isn’t because they don’t love you, it’s probably because they show and perceive affection differently than you, and they may be showing you affection and love in the way you the way they like to receive affection and by doing the things that makes them feel loved when done for them and not the way you like to be adored.

If that was confusing here is a hopefully less confusing example: I really like when Dustin tells me nice things and spends time with me. When these two things happen, I feel the happiest and most loved. However, Dustin really likes when I do nice things for him, like make him dinner or watch his cat when he’s gone. When I do those things for him, he feels most loved. But naturally, I’m going to try and tell him nice things and spend lots of time with him because of the way I feel when he does those things for me, and (up until today) I assumed that those things must make him feel the most loved too. Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure those things make him feel good and loved too, it’s just that me spending time with him and telling him how much I like him and how handsome he is aren’t the actions that make him feel most loved.

After I stumbled upon this 5 Love Languages information I immediately e-mailed Dustin and made him take the quiz. You should go take the QUIZ too, in order to see which of the Love Languages best describes you (and if you have a partner, probably go make them take it and then you can read about the affection they like the most and in doing so improve communication and affection and things in your relationship).

Here are Chapman’s 5 Love Languages:

Words of Affirmation – “Actions don’t always speak louder than words. If this is your love language, unsolicited compliments mean the world to you. Hearing the words, “I love you,” are important—hearing the reasons behind that love sends your spirits skyward. Insults can leave you shattered and are not easily forgotten.”

Quality Time – “In the vernacular of Quality Time, nothing says, “I love you,” like full, undivided attention. Being there for this type of person is critical, but really being there—with the TV off, fork and knife down, and all chores and tasks on standby—makes your significant other feel truly special and loved. Distractions, postponed dates, or the failure to listen can be especially hurtful.”

Receiving Gifts – “Don’t mistake this love language for materialism; the receiver of gifts thrives on the love, thoughtfulness, and effort behind the gift. If you speak this language, the perfect gift or gesture shows that you are known, you are cared for, and you are prized above whatever was sacrificed to bring the gift to you. A missed birthday, anniversary, or a hasty, thoughtless gift would be disastrous—so would the absence of everyday gestures.”

Acts of Service - “Can vacuuming the floors really be an expression of love? Absolutely! Anything you do to ease the burden of responsibilities weighing on an “Acts of Service” person will speak volumes. The words he or she most want to hear: “Let me do that for you.” Laziness, broken commitments, and making more work for them tell speakers of this language their feelings don’t matter.”

Physical Touch – “This language isn’t all about the bedroom. A person whose primary language is Physical Touch is, not surprisingly, very touchy. Hugs, pats on the back, holding hands, and thoughtful touches on the arm, shoulder, or face—they can all be ways to show excitement, concern, care, and love. Physical presence and accessibility are crucial, while neglect or abuse can be unforgivable and destructive.”

Note: the descriptions above were taken directly from this site

I’m sure just from reading the descriptions you could tell which ones were most like you, right? I had a pretty good idea for myself, but I wasn’t completely sure which category Dustin would score highest on when he took the test. However, after he told me his numerical scores, my eyes were opened to the types of things that he appreciates most. In learning what gestures and affections he truly appreciates and wants most from me. Now that I know this, I hope I will better be able to treat him the way he wants to be treated, and I also hope that if I do so he will be happier because of that.

And, you know, when your partner is happier, you will probably end up being happier too.

I think that appealing to your partner’s love languages has the potential to make your life easier and happier. When you show your love in a way that is understood completely (and your partner does the same for you), your partner will probably be happier, and because of their happiness (and hopefully yours too – seriously make your partner go take the quiz and share your results with each other)  things in your relationship will probably go smoother, in general.

I want to feel like Dustin “gets me” and I’m 100% positive he feels the same way about me. I think this may be a way we can do that.

Anyway, I hope you found this as interesting as I did, and also I hope I explained it in a somewhat coherent manner. If my explanation confused you, but found the idea interesting, you can go HERE and check out Chapman’s website yourself. Also, just FYI this post wasn’t endorsed, it was all a product of my joblessness and want to communicate better with my loverpantz, (who, by the way, bought me peanut butter yesterday – even though I only scored a 2 for gifts, I still totally appreciated it, and him). BAM! You’re welcome, friends.

And just in case you wanted a picture with this post,
Happy times with Rebeka & Dustin:

 

P.S. if you read all of that then snaps to you!

I promised happiness

I promised a happier post today. Yay! Get excited!

Last night after my emo day I got up off the couch, got ready, got excited and headed over to Lisa’s apartment to help her celebrate her birthday with cake, champagne, and a few friends before heading downtown to Kell’s.

I managed to not get completely schmmamered at Kell’s for like, the first time ever (don’t judge me) and even drove home around 12:30. Way to make good choices, Rebeka!

Anyway, here is a picture of some of my favorite law school friends at Lisa’s before heading downtown:

left to right: Lisa, Natalie, Me & Brittan

It was good you guys. I’m glad I sucked it up and put on some makeup and went out. Friend time is the best time.

Although I still don’t want to start school on Monday! Ha!

I hope you all are having a great weekend!

the emo-ist day

Guys, I’m having the emo-ist day.

It’s 1:30pm and I’ve only left my room once today, to go to the restroom and to get water and yogurt+flax. Which made my stomach hurt. I’m probably never going to eat again. It seems like I can’t eat anything without feeling crappy after, it’s so obnoxious. And I’m so dramatic. At least not eating = losing law school weight, right?

Earlier I read this post and the comments and died a little. So good.

And last night I laid in bed with my laptop and watched the episode of Friends where Monica and Chandler propose to each other and I cried sobbed. I want that. Ahh if only my life were a TV show, right? Don’t we all think that sometimes? I woke up this morning still thinking about it. Then I felt guilty for not being happy for the happiness I have in my life.

I’ve decided that I need to take the things and the experiences and the people in my life for what they are and not what I wish they were. I should really see the happiness in what I have, because really, it’s pretty good. But it’s so hard sometimes, you know? Especially at times when everyone else’s life seems so perfect and happy. I guess that’s what you get when you watch too much TV and read too many blogs and don’t have a job or school to keep you feeling like you’re doing good things. And instead you sit in your room all day and think emo thoughts.

And to add some more complaining, I really don’t want to go back to school on Monday. I’d rather do just about anything that start another semester of law school. I mean, really, I should be happy that I only have one semester left. But it’s winter. In Seattle. And school is really stressful and sometimes terrible (I know I sound like a giant complainer, but law school friends, I know you’ve felt this way at least once during your experience). I hate the way I feel during law school. It’s the worst I have ever felt, ever. And I’m dreading feeling that way again. So much so that it’s almost making me feel that way now. See, so emo. Gah!

I’m hoping that hanging out with my law school friends tonight will make things better. It’s Lisa’s birthday and the NBAC (+ a few others) is going to Kell’s - which I love – mostly because we always get crazy at Kell’s. But I’m not sure I want to drink tonight. So, I don’t know how I’m going to feel about a super crowded downtown bar super sober (but hopefully not super emo).

I need to snap the F out of this. Maybe I’ll go for a walk. Walks are good. And then maybe I’ll take a shower and do my hair and makeup and things (for the first time in days – so not like me, right?). I don’t know about you, but when I feel like I look good I usually feel more confident and that can sometimes make my day happier. Looking good = feeling good. Maybe that’s shallow, but I think it can definitely be true.

Also I’m sorry for the most complainey blog post ever. I hope none of you un-follow or hate me for this. I promise my next one will be happier. Like this (which happens to have been at Kell’s):

doing nothingness and things

This break has been a long one and I’m still not ready to go back to school on Monday.

I’m sure you’re probably wondering what I’ve been doing for the last month since I’ve been on break and I don’t have a job (it’s probably keeping you up at night, right??). Well let me give you a little peek into my fancy life by telling you what I’ve done today:

I slept in and only came out of my room when Erin started yelling at me
(she had found something NASTY in a mouse nest (which is also nasty) in her drawer)
So, she and I went on a filthy basement mouse hunt and cleaned/tore apart her closet
(we gon find you, so you can run and tell that, homeboy!)
Then we decided that we deserved FroYo for all of our hard work
And we went to Yogurtland (for lunch, of course)
I got red velvet and oatmeal cookie and it was good
We talked about water dispensers
And then we came home and watched lots of The Big Bang Theory on demand
and to top off the day, later I’m having NBAC dinner at The Other Coast on capitol hill (yay)

See you guys, really exciting stuff. Anyway, when my friend Marissa suggested I do the #janphotooftheday thing on instagram I was all for it – some other mindless thing to fill my days with? Awesome.

I was also excited about this little challenge because I’m kind of addicted to instagram these days. You too? Follow me (rebekaann) we can be IG friendz! And also, you should join me (and everyone else) in this photo a day thing:

Because today’s picture was supposed to be of something you wore, I instagrammed this:

It’s some bare minerals lip color my friend Beth got me for Christmas (it’s REALLY amazing) and my turban.

Again, really exciting stuff!

So I guess the point of this story is that: I’m bored but also so content filling my days with non-school related things. It’s really nice being able to do whatever I want all day long (even if that is mostly nothing). Maybe this is what life will be like after I graduate, and probably even after I take the bar (since I’ll probably be jobless)? I guess I’ll find out this summer.

and P.S. if you decide to do this challenge on instagram or even on your blog, please leave me a comment and let me know so I can stalk all of your pictures!

welcoming the new year

Ohh you guys. This new year’s eve, let me tell you: it was a good one. I got dressed up in a sparkly dress, had dinner with Dustin then bar hopped around his neighborhood. We started across the street at Naked City Brewery where I had some apricot cider and Dustin had some beer. Then we headed across the street to the Pirate Bar where I got a ton of compliments on my dress (really, who doesn’t like to get complimented?) and had a wonderful time with my hot Dustin date. We had a drink there then decided to head upstairs to Dustin’s apartment right before midnight to have our own private champagne toast (that boy got us some Moet & Chandon champagne which was amazing), watch the space needle fireworks on TV and a few more random fireworks from his balcony, and of course have an awesome new year’s kiss – isn’t that the best part?

Dustin getting the champagne popped while I’m getting excited from all the alcohol and Party Rock Anthem and love and things:

After midnight, I insisted that we go across the street to the “Yen Won Garden” (it’s actually called Yen Wor Garden or something – Dustin kept correcting me – whatever, it’s forever Yen Won in my mind). This place is a Chinese restaurant, dive bar, karaoke funtime. I guess I have a thing for dive-y Chinese Restaurant bars? Anyway, I have been wanting to go there practically since Dustin moved into his apartment, and my wish finally came true on Saturday night (great way to start off the new year, right?).

When we walked in they were playing the "Party Rock Anthem” and I freaked out and forced Dustin to dance with me on the “dance floor” – no one else was dancing. Side note: I don’t really get my obsession with that song on NYE, I think it was something about how it was associated in my mind with tons of good 2011 memories? When we were done shuffling, I got another drink (obviously necessary) and insisted that Dustin and I sing karaoke. He was all, “um no.” I was all “YES WE’RE AT THE YEN WON GARDEN, WE HAVE TO!” Then he was like “It’s yen WOR, and I’m drunk, and you’re wearing a pretty dress and I like you, so sure” (I’m not sure if that’s really what he said, but in my mind he did). Then I was like, “I want to sing ‘Disturbia’ by Rihannah.” And he was like “do you know ALL THE WORDS?” And I was like, “YES! Of course, you! This was my JAM senior year of college.” And then before I knew it they were calling our names to sing in front of like 10 really classy people who were not amused, and I was shoving the microphone in Dustin’s face because, shocker, I did not know all the words. I was also laughing and dancing all over the stage and screaming “dum dum de dum!”  It was so much fun, you guys. That’s the 100% truth!

After we “sang” our karaoke, we danced some more while other people sang, and the girl DJ/Karaoke master joined us for some dancing (and then there were three) and said we were awesome and then it was 2am and they were closing. After that Dustin and I went back to his apartment to drink more expensive champagne straight from the bottle (whoops, sorry) and stay awake until 6:30am.

The next day was a waste. We felt miserable, and then we ate some bacon and fried potatoes and later a whole pint of rocky road ice cream and a whole bag of popcorn and drank a lot of soda water with bitters and then we slept for 12 hours straight in an attempt to heal ourselves. The day after that was a waste too (besides the whole Ducks winning the Rose Bowl thing, which Dustin was SO happy about).

Overall, the weekend was really amazing.

Also Dustin, if you’re reading this, I’m sorry that I, in fact, did not know all the words to “Disturbia”, and I think you are the very best and also my most FAVORITE person for making my NYE so amazing (for the second year in a row), and for buying all of my drinks that night (and most nights), and my dinner too, and just for feeding me (all the time) in general. Oh, and also thank you for putting up with all of my crazy nonsense all the time. I have muches of loves for you, favorite boy.

And that was it, guys!

I hope you all had wonderful new year’s eves and midnight kisses and new year’s days too!

P.S. this year I’m resolving to take better care of my skin. I failed at washing my face on the first day of the year because of the hangover. But hey, that only leaves room for improvement, right? Right.