Atlanta Loft Living

Over the weekend, I went to IKEA. Right by it is this renovated area; very beautiful, bourgeoise neighborhood, that according to what I just read in a law journal was a waste dump, site of the former Atlantic Station. It was wonderful upscale living. They have these lofts being built there, and a stream of townhouses, brick style townhomes. I knew right away that I wanted to live there. It had an expansive sidewalk. Lush greenery. Streetlights. Close to a shopping complex. It was pretty. It made me want to live in Atlanta. And if you know me, it is rare, that I want to or find a reason to want to make living here work.

Needless to say, the lofts are pretty, offer wonderful amenities, healthclub, secured covered parking, hardwood flooring inside the lofts. Magnificent!
Only one glitch. They cost 300,000. They are not for rent, they are for SALE. And start at 300,000. So they may end up at 500,000 at this point. It's a pipe dream I know. But I just daydreamed for a millisecond as I drove past that place and studied the floorplans. I daydreamed and it lasted till today.

Vision: Sell Myself

My Employment Law Exam.

I had envisioned that this exam would be so hard and so complex and I would be faced with a situation where questions would come and I would be unable to answer them. There was a question about a case, quite an interesting case at that. And I just couldn't keep it together, just to mention, 'it was not based on his sexual orientation.' I couldn't. I just talked about stuff that was not really that important. Dang girl!

In other news, since I have finished the exam, I am free for at least a month to do all the silly stuff I used to do before I embarked on this legal journey. Pictures from my Maroon 5 concert, which weren't really that good, but they still deserve to go up in my journal. My BSB pictures are forthcoming, and then, I bought tickets to go see Rob Thomas at this general admission venue, that I know is going to be whack, because I may not get there on time and I'll end up standing at the back and I am not the tallest girl in the world, and the story goes on. I told myself before I got the tickets that I really wanted to see what it would feel like to go to a concert downtown, in the middle of the week (it's on a Monday night) and to be responsible for taking myself there and bringing myself back. Rob's music is okay, I don't even have the new CD at all. So let's see how all this gets put together for one cold fall evening. In the meantime if I can grab a play or two downtown I would as well. I am in the business of trying to sell myself. Sell myself!

Peace love, and lots more to share.

Ere...My Last Duchess

My Company law Exam on Monday.

First of all, I do not know how to do lawyer speak very well. It just seems like so long since I have been put in an exam set up that I sort of forgot how to phrase my sentences intellectually, speak intelligently without sounding as if I am catering to the Valley crowd. So the sentences were all run on sentences, my tenses were bad, and I used the wrong word in instances that I would not have used them. I took too long on one question, did not have enough time to mention things coherently. I am currently in the process of looking for a writing class, not creative writing just intellectual writing. If I intend to do this legal advisory international law graduate thing, I want to do it right, no half ass, or else it's a waste of time and I might as well just be a novelist.

So that is where I am at.

Oh and I got the car/jeep on Friday.

I traded in My Last Duchess....oh so sad, and she sat so proudly at the parking lot, brave to the bitter end. But yeah, we are separated now. I now have a jeep very few people drive, the few and the stupid I assume.

Words by Whitney Otto

Don't ask me why these words are somehow appropriate but too outspoken to put up in my cube. But I've been told that they are...but they still resonate to me all the same. 

Sometimes, privately and quietly, she regretted the way in which she had abandoned what she called the thinking part of her. Then, she gave up on regret, let those ideas go dormant and released the past.

It was as if Elodie, who did the work of the absent employee was looked upon as a cardboard cutout of an employee with a brain to match.

She couldn’t be fired but she couldn’t get ahead either. The companies and faces changed but the tasks remained the same, her work life had achieved stasis.

She thought about what it actually meant to live in the moment behave as if tomorrow will not come, If there is no tomorrow, then one couldn’t act without regard to consequences, but since there is a tomorrow, how can one live in the moment? Who wants to live with the consequences of poor judgment?