The Morning Before No More Real Estate

I really should be studying. I have my real estate final at 1:30 today. But yesterday I learned ALL of real estate with Lisa. No jokes, all of it. It took us like 12 hours straight of studying, but WE DID IT! And as for the studying now (which I already did some of this morning, and also I made a table of contents for my 30 page outline because I’m THAT GIRL), that quote from bring it on comes to mind: “if you don’t have it by now, you don’t have it!” – anyone else love that movie? We used to watch it at cheerleading sleepovers and things in high school. Seriously.

So instead of studying I blog. And I read blogs. And listen to Pandora. Because it’s calming. And not anxiety inducing (like real estate – which I will never have to think about again after this test (except for maybe on the bar…)).

And while I was blog reading, I saw this sweater on Ascott Friday and I want (so like, if you want to get it for me for Christmas that’d be cool, I’ll give you my address if you promise not to kill me in my sleep, there are only 4 left so hurry) ha. I also might be being impulsive because it’s finals… WHO KNOWS?BUT it’s all native american-y and awesome, right? Right.

Oh and you can find it HERE. Because sourcing things is nice/the RIGHT thing to do (IP final Saturday).

Also, while I haven’t been blogging these last few days (I’ve mostly been studying.. but also) I’ve been cat sitting making cat best friendz, and things like this below have happened. I’m not really proud of it. Also my eye rabies still aren’t gone and I STILL can’t wear contacts and it’s basically social suicide. Mean Girls? No? Ok. Don’t judge (on so many levels):

Ok I’m going to go eat, and study, and drink coffee, and get PUMPED UP for my final! Like: pump pump pump it up, p-u-m-p pump it up!! Anyone? No. OK. Fair enough. Bye friends!

Elk Noodle Soup?

Today I finished my Indian class (Contemporary Issues in Federal Indian Law). I turned in my paper and gave a presentation and I was done. One down, three to go (although all I need to do for my clinic is go to the last class, because since my cases settled I’m basically done with that too).

Oh finals, I’m not looking forward to you.

In related news I still can’t eat. Because my stomach hates me. And guys, I’m not one of those girls who just goes without eating. I eat all the time. I gain lots of weight during finals and it’s kind of gross (don’t judge me). Moral of the story: I’m hungry, but not. It’s weird.

Anyway, my dad gave me a package of elk meat when I came back from Thanksgiving. Then I got sick and didn’t eat it and I needed to cook it, like today. So I decided to make a very impromptu soup, figuring I could freeze it and eat it during finals. Healthy, homemade meals, done!

Also, confession, I made soup because I never cook red meat unless it’s wild game and I don’t really know how to cook red meat, besides chicken fried and in soup. So soup it was. I need to learn some new meat cooking ideas. If anyone has any please let me know.

I decided on an elk noodle soup? Like chicken noodle, but with elk? I don’t know. In my sick frenzy I was too in pain lazy to go to the store to buy necessary ingredients for a stew. But I did have some basics. And so elk noodle soup it was. And now my kitchen looks like this:

Because packaged noodles are for suckers. Also once you try homemade noodles in soup you’ll NEVER go back. It will ruin all other soups for you. True story. Don’t do it. It’s messy.

the end?

Fur Vest Love

Yesterday when Dustin got back from Eugene he was all, “let’s go to J Crew. I want to get some manly awesome Flannel like shirts” (also, “you think that they’re cute and I’d look good in them, right?” Because I win when it comes to helping him pick out clothes). Anyway, I was like “YES PLEASE! I love that idea!! I love J Crew and man flannel and most importantly I never want to do Indianz homework ever again! EVER! Please save me!” So we went to J Crew. And he got his man flannels that are soo cute handsome! And when he went to try them on (because I forced him – you don’t just buy things without trying them on first, c’mon) the woman was all, “we just got those in yesterday and they’re almost all sold out. Because they’re sooo cute handsome!” Win.

Anyway after that he suggested we go to H&M (secretly, as “a thank you Rebeka for not being all pist (yes, with a t) that I left to go to a football game on the anniversary of our first date, which clearly you were really excited about”) and unsuspectingly, I was all, alright, I LOVE H&M (but that’s kind of weird that you are suggesting we go there). But I didn’t question it. So we walked over and I found this just AMAZING fur vest (actually Dustin spotted it… so weird). And he was all I’m buying it for you as an early Christmas gift and because you let me go have fun and watch football, and because that’s what I wanted to get you for Christmas anyway, and this way you’ll shut up about how you want a fur vest sooooooo bad. And I was like, have I really been that bad? And he was like yes. Whoops, sorry!

Anyway the moral of that whole story was: yesterday I got a fur vest and I NEVER WANT TO TAKE IT OFF:

Also, yes, I am taking a picture of myself in my mirror (which makes you look like 30 lbs skinnier than you actually are, it’s kind of awesome). Because I have no friends to take one for me this morning. AND I COULDN’T WAIT!

I wanted to share all of my furry glory with you.

Also the coffee is kicking in. And I don’t want to go to Real Estate. But I must (because I’m the best law student), so we’ll chat later. BYE FRIENDZ! xxoo

P.S. not that you care (?? I wouldn’t) but here is my outfit credit: the plain white shirt is from Nordstrom, H&M FAUX FUR VEST (is the best), F21 jeans, and my boots are from an Urban Outfitters sale (because that’s how I roll).

No Sleep and Dinner and Craziness and Tot

Last night Dustin took me to dinner at the Palace Kitchen. It was good. We had goat cheese and lavender fondue and he had a whiskey and I had a vodka and he got the steak and I got a veggie plate. It was all very good.

After dinner we decided to walk to Lola, another Tom Douglas restaurant, for one more drink before heading home. I got the Lola martini, which I’ve had once before, and it’s like, the best martini I’ve ever had. I don’t know why it’s so good? It’s just a grey goose martini with a feta stuffed olive and a little bit of magic. PURE MAGIC!

After dinner we went back to Dustin’s and waited and waited until his mattress was finally delivered at like 10:30pm. I couldn’t sleep on it. It was SO uncomfortable. And hard or something. And not broken in yet. It’s the firmest tempurapedia mattress. And oh man, my body wasn’t happy. Neither was Dustin, because I kept moving and wiggling because I couldn’t get comfortable and my whole body hurt. So then I went to the couch to try and sleep and I couldn’t. So I laid there. And didn’t sleep on the couch. And didn’t sleep on the bed. And didn’t sleep at all last night. It was NOT a good night for me. Not that you care.

Also maybe I’m grumpy now?

Awesome. I’m an old grumpy woman. FML.

BUT, on a way WAY happier note: GUESS WHAT?!!? My cousin Katie’s water just broke. Tot is a day late (well technically he’s early, but whatever, TOT!). I’m so so excited for him to be born. New favorite cousin? Probably!

And ummm this is a little embarrassing, but I forgot that I had court today. At 1:30. How do I just FORGET that I have COURT? WTF Rebeka?

Oh man oh man. I’m going to take some melatonin and go to bed early early (in my own bed) tonight. I need to pull it together.

I also need some coffee. And a shower. And to get out from under my heat blanket. I LOVE MY HEAT BLANKET.

Seriously, crazy, grumpy old woman status.

cheers to the (much needed) weekend

Here are a few things that are making me smile an inside joke kind of smile right now:

Now you're a supermodel and I'm a motherfucking bear and we're literally the same exact person. It's weird.

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Because sometimes, you'll be thinking about something, and then you'll have that weird "something is going to happen today, something isn't right" feeling and then 2 hours later you'll get a text message about the thing you were thinking about (or three) that just kind of ruins your day. Then you'll have to go to a CLE and a training and you'll want to die from boredom and hatred at both because of your awful, werid day. And then you'll know that you're being dramatic but you just can't help it because you're in such a bad mood. Then you'll go drink Double Mountain beer with Stacy after a very sweaty walk. And it will make you want to be in Hood River with your besties. And then you'll come home and you'll have more dramatic text messages. And you'll want to punch someone in shin, or the soul. But you have to keep telling yourself that soon you'll have friends and wine and fun. And time heals all. It can't be bad always. Things will get better. But first you need to look at/listen to inside joke kind of cheery things.

So that's why right now you're reading this post instead of wedding part two and maybe part three.

Also I owe you a post about how I went to court yesterday for the first time ever (as someone's attorney) and it was awesome.

But that will come after a shower and new makeup and wine. And maybe some sleep too.

cheers to the weekend
xxoo