DC is where my heart is.

I'm currently blogging as i fly back to Miami after spending the weekend in DC. After a day of networking with more attorneys Friday, I got to enjoy the rest of the weekend with some of my closest friends and some new friends.

All in all, the trip was, as usual, an absolute blast. And, as should come as no surprise, has me yearning to return to the city I decided i needed to leave three years ago.

In spite of this, I feel deep down that it's time to return.

Don't be confused. Moving to Miami is what I needed in 2007. Seemingly at a turning point in my life, I embraced Miami as a place that i would fond myself more. And indeed I did. Miami has been nothing but good for me, and law school undoubtedly helped with this endeavor. I'm a more confident, happier individual as a result of the past three years, and (as hard as it is to remember given my current situation in life) I know i am destine for good things.

But it seems to be the case that DC is where I need to be. Where I want to be.

Flying back to Miami is saddening this moment. As much as I enjoy the way my life has progressed in Miami in the months since I graduated, instilling in me a new found contentment with how I spend my time (when not bogged down in job hunting), I think my dad was correct when he once told me I was happier when I was in DC.

Where do we go from here, then? Well, considering we are entering the second weekend of November, it's safe to say that the coming of the holiday season will take its effect on the amount of potential attorney positions that open up, that effect being negative. Essentially I anticipate any hunt slowing down until 2011 graces itself with it's presence. In spite of this, I intend to keep my search alive, and think it may be tine to look into a recruiter/headhunter type to assist me in my search in DC. Add to this the fact that I can always swallow my pride and take a job as a contract attorney, reviewing documents but nevertheless working full-time, allowing me to support myself in DC.

This all involves a sit down with the parents. It's been three and a half months now of the same thing, day in and day out, with no positive results. And I'm constantly advised that I should mentally prepare myself for the harsh reality that this could be the state of my existence for at least another 8 months. Not exactly an idea one wants to prepare for, nor am I sure there's an actual way to truly prepare oneself for that.

But it's time to make things happen, to make my own luck. And let's hope the days ahead allow for this.

As for the District, to you I thank you for a time out from reality; for a chance for me to make some sense of the emotions that never cease their bombardment upon me. You shall see me again, come New Years, if not earlier.


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When you think of the lawyer type, I bet you don't picture me.

You see some big wig looking all put together in an expensive suit, donning some sharp looking briefcase, right? Looking incredibly smooth and ready for anything, and likely to piss someone off.

I'm 5'3. I have curly hair I work too hard to keep looking straight so I can look my age (a month shy of 26) and appear more professional and put together. And most days my attire is casual, because I spend most of my days at a desk, amidst red wells, manila folders, and piles of papers.

Bet you'd never think I fit the type-a personality. The "cruise director" in college, I traded it all for casebooks, westlaw, pleadings, and crafting legal arguments. I keep two calendars, and, despite owning an iPhone, iPad and MacBook (which are all obviously linked), I still take comfort in writing it all in a desktop Filofax. I have multiple "To Do" lists and they are constantly tweaked and updated.

I was made for this. You wouldn't think it to look at me, but I am. I'm an attorney. "Esquire" follows my name. I carry a card that says my Florida Bar Number. Hell, I even signed up for the US District for the Southern District of Florida Bar examination, which I'll sit for December 16th.

On the other hand, at a month shy of my 26th birthday, Bandit, my 1-year old miniature Schnauzer and I have moved back in with my parents. I'm still undecided on what to do with the loans that kick in in 12 days. Some days I have to borrow money from my parents.

Every day, I think I am one day closer to landing the dream job in a firm. In the meantime, I scrape by mooching work off a solo practitioner as I reach to bring in my own clients. Of course, it started with one, and now I'm at four.

It's a long, lonely road. Everyone seems too wrapped up in their own lives lately to care for the others. At least, those in the world of the law are that way.

Is that how it is? We're all just going to forget any friendships we ever had? Is that what our type essentially is?

Can I be both? I love my new-found friends who are not related to the legal field whatsoever. They are refreshing and truly good people. Anyone who takes the time to get me to go out, that's big time.

I want to be both. But I'm beginning to think I can't have my cake and eat it too...

There's no way anyone ever plans life like this. "Hey, I want to go to law school, pass the Florida Bar on the first try (because hey, it's one of the country's hardest bars and I like showing people how smart I am all the time), and then move back in with my parents a couple of months shy of my 26th birthday because I can't afford rent!"

At least, I hope no one plans it like that. I didn't. I worked entirely too hard to end up where I am. And yet, I am here anyway.

Life has plans for us all. So I find it's better not to plan. And I have to do my best today. That's all I can do.

I forget that, though. Maybe it's because lately, it's a constant string of little things that add up to add to that frustration I live with everyday -- you know, the one where I don't have a job, and can't seem to find one besides my "outstanding qualifications" (which I think was a lie. I think, shockingly, a lawyer lied to me (I am allowed to talk bad about my own kind)).

There seems to be a general theme of negativity, and for this I apologize. Things aren't all bad, I promise.

Halloween weekend turned out to be awesome. I have to say, I love Miami now that I'm not in law school. I've pushed myself outside my comfort zones.

On a whim I attended a halloween party Saturday night. Since my closest friends moved away (funny, since I'm the transplant, not them), I've been hanging with the people I met through them, and was invited out, so I figured, meh, why not? Donning a "Risky Business" costume (read: button down white polo, boy shorts, socks, and nothing else) I headed out to see where the night would take me. It was a blast, and I have to remind myself in the future to just get out.

I leave for DC on Thursday night. I'll follow up soon.

Quote-Worthy

A wonderful friend and hip lady, who resides in the District and lives entirely too far from me (or, as I am consistently reminded, I am the one who lives entirely too far) is quote-worty this beautiful Monday morning:

"omg, please for the sake of all women everywhere, tap that"

For any reader(s) that I might have, I'll let your imagination dwell on that one.

But think Landon Donovan.

Back to Citizens United v. Federal Election Commission...

Time flies when you're not blogging.

I am officially an attorney licensed to practice law in the State of Florida. That's right - I passed the Florida bar examination, and was sworn in a couple of weeks ago.

I was asked, jokingly, if upon being sworn in I was just handed $100,000.00 to begin my new life as an attorney. I answered with a laugh, a smile, and a "I wish."

I guess I just thought life would have played out differently than it has. That I would graduate from law school with a great position at a firm waiting for me to just pass the bar, and then I would pass the bar and triumphantly transition into an associate attorney position, able to pay off my school loans and other debt and begin my career as a successful attorney.

And by that, it turned out to be me moving into a house with my parents in a (very nice) area of Miami, spending a couple hours a day researching associate positions, tweaking cover letters and resumes, trying to network, and wondering if I will get enough hours from my boss/attorney to pay my bills for another month.

And of course, the icing on top of the cake, requesting deferrals from the three different lenders because I have NO money.

What it boils down to, then, is feelings of inadequacy and being lost and not really knowing what I should do with my life at this point. Which, I'm told, at the tender age of 25, are thoughts that shouldn't scare me but that I should embrace to "find my destiny," but remaining in a positive state of mind is ultimately mind-numbing and rather tiring.

I don't mean to be depressing or negative, and I know I am very fortunate to have my parents to support me, but, man, it gets frustrating.

Tomorrow is Monday. I'll continue to fight the good fight. And hopefully throw some funny stories in here soon.

Gainesville bound!

I am currently on my way to gainesville via a very nice coach bus. Stopped to refuel, I thought I might explain my love of the Gators...

It started 1L year at FIU. Not having an impressive football team, and surrounded by classmates who attended the University of Florida, Florida State University, or University of Miami, I decided it was time to become s college football fan.

So I did what anyone does- ask their friends to watch a game and explain the grandeur of their team to me.

Who obliged? Three good friends of mine who attended the University of Florida. One a gracious host, and the three together my tutors, I fell in love with the blue and orange, the Gators, and the greats- Tebow, Harvin, Pouncey.

So I am hooked. And I've been adopted by the Gator Nation. And they're very happy to have me.

This is my first trip up, and my first game, so as you can imagine I'm incredibly excited! Tomorrow my friend will take me around campus and into the stadium itself, and the game is Saturday. Pictures will obviously be posted, and a full report to follow on Sunday.

Don't worry, any AU alums out there, once an Eagle, always an Eagle. But the Gator Nation is too much fun to pass up....


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Spinning

About a year and a half ago, I decided to get back into the gym. I was feeling gross and law school and general laziness had taken its toll on me, and I was nostalgic for my tennis player days, so I joined a gym, and was talked into my first spinning class. Since then, I've been hooked. I try to go to as many as I can in a week, and generally feel better about life afterwards. But let me tell you, it is quite the soap opera, or "novela" as the Cubans say...

To actually get into the class, you have to sign up a half hour early. Which, really, can be a hassle. Since I work til 6:30 everyday, I can never make it in time to sign up for the 8 o'clock class, which means 9 pm spinning class. Late, yes, but worth it.

So I drag myself to the gym around 8:15 just to ensure I can actually get a bike, then have a half hour to kill before class. Sometimes I'm too tired so I power nap against a wall (I bet I like super cool napping in a gym but they don't pay my dues so only God can judge me) or work on some machines.

But these gyms, they're a hang out. I'm not really quite sure how many people (read: women) go there with the actual intention to "pump iron" or break a sweat or really to perform any of the normal rituals one would while in a gym. I usually end up frustrated because I can't find a mat to stretch (or sleep) or work abs.

Another thing I should mention: I'm 99% sure I'm the only white person in there. In a city known as "north Cuba" or "north Latin America," I walk into the gym and it's like, "hey! who let the white girl in?" Needless to say, I get a lot of stares. Cuban women are built completely opposite to white women: no chest, huuuuuge bottoms. So in walks the 5'3 with no apple-bottom and heads turn. Which makes me laugh, considering I'm the most clothed woman in the gym anyway, in a hat, t-shirt and workout pants.

So, once I've battled my way on to the bike list, and past all the turning heads, it's usually time for spin class. Take the bikes out, set them up (there's a lot that goes into this: handlebars at the right height, seat at the right height, correct resistance, put my shoes on, clip into the bike, generally look hot while seated on bike...), and wait for class to begin.

Women apparently need to size each other up in spin class. Which is really dumb, but then again, so are most of the paranoias women hold about each other. I could give a hoot less about any of the women in the room, and I'm usually joined by a friend in spin class, so normally we're chatting it up.

Which really brings my story to somewhat of a point. Last night there were multiple women who just could not give me the stink eye enough. I mean to the extent that I was getting upset by it- and it takes a lot to get me upset! I focused on my breathing and spinning, but I was not a happy camper. Throw in the fact that I've become friendly with the spin instructor and I was just on their shit list.

Look, you can be the best person at spinning in the universe. I don't care. It's my hour to work out and swear and forget the day and focus on pretending I can be in the tennis player shape I once was in. Just don't give me stank eye.

I think this post went nowhere. I had a point when I started.

I wonder who will be at spinning tonight...

Another typical Tuesday in the office.

Currently in between researching and job hunting. Either way, it's a lot of time spent on the internet searching.

Also an incredibly rainy day in Miami. Staring out the window I don't have much sight, but it makes being in the office a little more bearable, especially since Sunday and Monday of Labor Day weekend '10 were washouts.

This job hunting and practicing law has made me realize something: I might be a little too humble for my own good. A year and a half spent at one of the country's top law firms is nothing to be ashamed about. That, coupled with the responsibility I was given as a clerk should be impressive on paper. As a result, in cover letters, emails, resumes, etc., I'm trying to show that, while not cocky, I am confident in my abilities as an attorney, and I have some experience to back such a statement up.

This entire job hunt is incredibly frustrating, however. I have yet to hear back from anyone I've sent my resume to, and I just continue to search, apply, tweak, write, whatever needs to be done to get myself out there more.

On a fun note, I'm starting to get better at "thinking outside the box" as far as searching for jobs is concerned. You'd be amazed what actually exists out there regarding employment. When all of this is said and done, I'll be interested to report back on how much of it is actually crap.

Not much else exciting going on. Slow day in the office, but a three-day work week for me. Working for attorneys is always a surprise - there's a good chance I get hit with assignments in the next couple of hours.

Oh, great site: www.tastespotting.com -- and I hope to one day possess kitchen, and time, and money, to actually re-create some of the dishes on that website.

Happy drooling...

Labor day weekend!

Me and bandit enjoying labor day weekend :)

Location:SW 1st St,Miami,United States

Get excited! College football is back!

GO GATORS!!!!!

I sit, waiting the traffic out.

Miami traffic is unimpressively unreal. I live around 10 miles away from Brickell Avenue, where I work, yet, and I kid you not, it has taken me up to an hour and a half to get home. This is a 20-minute drive turned into my worst nightmare.

A lot of days I continue working, but I made it to 6, and I am tapped out.

Today's work: Jury Verdict and Settelements in personal injury cases involving dog bites.

Majority of the states today have "dog bite" statutes in place, which essentially make a dog owner liable for any bite and its damages caused by the dog. As Florida puts it, the owner becomes the dog's insurer. Essentially, even if you have no idea that your dog has "vicious propensities," you're SOL if it bites anyone.

My research leads to the conclusion that the average settlement comes out to around $24,500 in these cases. This generally includes medical expenses, including any future expenses, and the pain and suffering expenses, and, often times, emotional distress damages due to PTSD or the like.

And majority of these cases settle before ever seeing a courtroom. The reason for this is simple: get the right jury, and $25,000 turns into $100,000. Amazing what you can do with the "justice" system!

Nevertheless, my intrigue of torts/personal injury law grows. This will undoubtedly be a messy case, and I'm glad I'm working on it from the beginning. The research has been interesting thus far, and I will continue to share what I can.

Outside of this work, the job hunt goes on. Was fortunate enough to send my resume out on a couple more leads today, shall see how that turns out. It's frustrating to go through three years of law school, a relentless hell, to come out with a Juris Doctorate and no prospects. While that may be the state of the US for now, it's nevertheless very tough to keep one's head up, and, having finally joined the adult world after 25 years of school, I now feel everyone's pain. And I should have gone for my LLM.

Now to tackle the ever-daunting task of drafting a cover letter. Need to master the fine art of explaining my legal genius in a less-hubris-like manner....

Sleepy bandit

- Just another random moment that needed to be shared :)

Hey September!

Giving this another shot it seems.

Having graduated from law school, and taken the Florida Bar examination in July, my life consists of entirely too much time to think, keep myself from worrying about my bar results, and job hunting, with some good stuff thrown in there also.

An avid spinner, I have fallen in love with spin class all over this week. There's something about that intensity that actually allows my brain to shut off (which, if you knew me, doesn't happen often).

The job hunt goes on, and, for the first time in my life, at the ripe old age of 25, I sent out my first resumes in response to job listings I had found. Keep your fingers crossed in that respect!

I'll likely also use this space to contemplate various legal issues, and will do my best to explain what I can without violating any ethical rules.

I'll talk about Bandit, also.

Anyways, it's off to the office in the morning. If you're interested in tomorrow's project:
Jury verdicts and settlements re: dog bites/personal injury cases. I will actually be able to report my findings, and some people might be shocked what the legal world, more specifically, what normal, non-legal minds will allow in damages.

Goodnight :)

Unrequited love.

It's an interesting thought. As defined by Wikipedia, "Unrequited love is love that is not openly reciprocated, even though reciprocation is usually deeply desired. The beloved may or may not be aware of the admirer's deep affections."

What would one do if the reciprocation came? Would it have been built up so much, to be the be all, end all, that one might be disappointed?

Maybe that's what the big deal about it is. Unrequited love is what keeps us going. It's for the romantics, those who want love, but aren't necessarily ready for it. Some reason one gets up in the morning, puts that extra little effort in.

It's such a romantic, unrequited love. This idea that there is someone that you would do absolutely anything for. Keeps you up doing whatever you can for that person, because you know that, deep down, they need that. There's no real good reason for you to do what you do for this person, it's just sheer admiration for that person that keeps you going.

And yet, it's such a tragic story. It always ends up that that love is never reciprocated.

But maybe it's not so tragic. It makes one stronger, to see their own self-worth, to find out what they truly deserve.

And then move on. Or continue to move on...

Welcome Back?

I think this needs to come back for a bit. I've embarked on my final year in law school, and have really pushed my limits as far as my beliefs in regard to the legal world, both domestically and internationally.

I'm diving into the world of international criminal law, and am having a hard time finding any impartiality in the system. I guess the same could be said for our domestic system, but perhaps I have yet to look at it under the microscope that I employ now as I research for this paper.

The world of domestic law makes me wonder as well. Why are we all striving to become lawyers? How many of us truly want to make a difference?

Back to reading for class....

Shorty I can take you there

Yes, I am listening to Sean Kingston right now. But he's so cheesy sometimes it's necessary.

Like when taking a break from studying criminal law. If there is one area of law I don't want to practice, it's criminal law. It's just a convoluted mess, and differs between each state, and then there's all this crazy stuff...and I find a lot of it to be utter crap. I don't know how criminal lawyers do it. Listening in class just makes me feel dirty.

Voting for SBA elections began last night. So far it seems that a lot of students have voted, which is good. I'm hoping to be elected American Bar Association Rep and do a lot of positive things over the next year. I have a lot of great ideas.

During my break, I began reading some of my old entries on here. Entries from 2005, sophomore year of college, three years ago. How time flies. If only I knew then what I know now. I would have enjoyed DC more, I would have studied harder, I would have spent more time with the right people. But hindsight is 20-20, right?

It's good to see that I am growing as a person, though, and have met a lot of my goals. Yes, I knew back then I was going to law school, and here I sit in law school as I type this. Good to know I can actually meet my goals. That's a positive thing, and I should remember to count my blessings more often.

It's funny though- we all seem like we're at a turning point in our lives. Even those who stayed in DC seem to be itching for something more. I'm ecstatic to get out of here and spend some time in Europe. The travelling will be great, and I'm pretty psyched to hear that Aubrey, one of my sorority sisters, will be playing with me over there! It will be a great experience for both of us, and gah I cannot wait. I know this trip abroad will be great for me. Away from life as I know it here, a break from it all, well I do have classes to take but nevertheless I will be studying under the Sevilla sky!

A close friend of mine from last semester has really seem to have gone out of his way to not be friends with me anymore. We didn't have a fight or anything, and I really truly have no idea about what happened. He does have a fiancee, and though nothing EVER happened between us, nor would either of us even entertain those feelings ever, I can't help but feel that part of the reason that we're not close anymore is because of her. And I feel bad if she feels I had ulterior (sp?) motives, but I really never ever did. It just hurts because he was my buddy; we talked every day, studied together, he was my brother. I miss him I guess. And now it's April. Crazy to see how things have changed in just the past three months.

You have to love technology, by the way. I can watch the Yankees online all season. Which is great since I live in the library.

Anyways. Like I was saying, so much has even happened to me in the past three months. As said in earlier posts, I've finally really found how Miami works for me. And I really don't mind the fact that I do my own thing so much. It makes the time I spend with people that much better. And with the end of the semester coming faster and faster, I need to spend all the time I can studying.

I think that's all I have for now. I need to go study criminal law more. I know, who studies for finals a month before they begin? Answer: any good law school student!

Tuesday Night in the Library

The third floor of the FIU Law School library has, aptly named, a huge room called the Grand Reading Room. I have pretty much taken up residence in here. It's the quintessential law library room- it has like 100 feet ceilings with the big wooden desks with chairs with arm-rests and lamps on every desk. I love this room, it makes me feel very academic, and the cold of the AC at night keeps me awake.

I've been in the library for about 3.5 hours now, less than usual (usually by now its 6 hours), but I was quite productive in that time. Always a good feeling.

Yes for the baseball season being back! I love MLB.tv, as I can watch the Yankees on my computer anytime!

Not too much else going on. Busy, busy week however. I think my speech went well today- it was very me, just natural and to the point. Hopefully it will end in a big W come Thursday....

So on tap for the rest of the night? Reviewing my outlines as they stand so far, a little housekeeping, and, as always, figuring out what tomorrow holds.

As for the whole being ignored thing: I may need a guy to weigh in on this one. I just really don't get it.

It's also amazing how things get misconstrued. I guess I'm not as straight forward as I thought I was. I think that the initial shock of Miami really threw me off and I wasn't myself AT ALL and I didn't like the person I was. I think that's why I'm so content just being in the library studying alone. I'm actually the happiest I've been in a while, doing my own thing, in and out as I please, just being the normal Kirsten.

On that note, I think it's time to vacate the library for my apartment....

Making peace with Miami

So I've decided to bring this back for a number of reasons. First, it's the best way to keep everyone up to date with everything going on with me and my life as it now is in Miami. Second, I spend so much time in front of a computer screen, it makes sense. And last, with the end of the semester coming, and me spending 7 weeks in Europe, it's a great way to track my adventure. So keep up!

Anyways, as the title states, I've been making my peace with Miami. April 1st marks my eighth month down here- holy crap, it's already been eight months! There's been a lot of ups and downs and all sorts of crap, with a couple of nights where I almost threw in the towel and moved back to DC, but I've finally found my place and what works and doesn't work, and I'm content here.

I still have had no visitors. And when I get back from Europe in July, I expect some.

The Barrister's Ball is Friday---read: law school prom. I did get a great dress that I adore, pictures will definitely follow.

Until then, this week is aptly dubbed law week. It includes voting for the new SBA. I am running for ABA (American Bar Association Rep), and tomorrow I'm entitled to a 5-min speech. Should be interesting to say the least. There's also karoake on Wednesday night, an event sponsored by the Dade County Bar Association on Thursday, and the Ball on Friday night at the famous Biltmore. Busy week ahead, because on top of this there's outlines to update, a Supreme Court Brief to fine tune, and, of course, the constant reading.

So hopefully I can keep on top of this.

Why is it so very hard to move on from certain people? Have you ever noticed that? I think it's a problem I have. I get too attached or something. But not in a clingy way. In a personal, no one else know what's going on sort of way. But it's so tough when there seems to still be a reason to hold on. I might be being too vauge, for that I apologize but people talk, and you never know who is reading.

I'm off. I should do some more reading before I sleep. Look out for more to come....

A lot to catch up on...

It's been a while since I've wrote (well typed). I guess I have a bit to catch up on.

I just want to start with this whole idea of interning and sucking up. There's this one intern who (thank God) is only in on Mondays and Tuesdays. But she is a total suck up. Well, she tries at least. She's not even good at it. I saw her in action with Richard, the president of the company, and it was painful. Hard to believe people can be that stupid. I mean if you're going to suck up, at least be good at it.

I've always been one of those people who didn't believe in sucking up in any form. Perhaps I was an idealist, and have always thought that my hard work would shine through. It's true, it does, and it seems to me that many people see throuth her. But have people become so lazy or incompetent that they must resort to some form of ass kissing? I don't know how I feel about all of this. If anyone ever sucked up to me, yah, I don't know. I would definitely see right through it, but probably chuckle and enjoy it a bit.

Moving on. I do have more I want to comment on in my life, and I'm just too tired right now. Sorry.

Adventures in New York City

Well, I began my internship at Rubenstein PR yesterday morning. First 6:30 AM wake up in a very long time. I was excited though, and boarded the train, though I feel like a little piece of me died for a bit knowing that for the next 2 months I would be spending 2 hours of my life on a train each day (one way each day).

The first day was good, slow because we didn't really start working on anything. On Mondays and Tuesdays I'm 1 of 3 interns, and then Wednesday, Thursday and Friday joined by others. I'm the only full time intern. Turns out that the office I'm sharing with an intern and one of their employees has a window with a pretty good view down 6th Ave. Pretty impressive that at the age of 22 I have a window on the 30th floor. Anyways, the 2 women in charge of our internship program are great and young and real cool. I was floored by the end of the day yesterday, not used to the commuting and working 9-5, and was passed out by 9:30. It was a great first day though, and it did leave me excited for what the summer held.

Mr. Rubenstein, the president, is working with my dad right now, and has me checking in with him every day to let him know how everything is going. This man is THE MAN in the world of PR, and I'm excited and looking forward to the chance to work right under him. They have about twelve or so other senior publicists, and we work with their junior publicists on whatever they need us for.

Today we got to work on putting together memos and media clippings for Miss Universe, who, awesomely, was in our office this morning. Yah, she's gorgeous. And I'm not talking Miss USA, I'm talking about the woman who won, Miss Japan. Yah it was pretty exciting and I felt pretty cool. The day went faster today because we were all a little more relaxed and had work to do. I ended up not even taking a lunch break and just hanging in the office.

I'm happy to say that it's 8:15 and I'm not tired. Which is great because that means I can start a routine of going to the gym after work. Of course this is all provided I get to bed early enough. I always respected my father, now I respect him even more. The train is not easy. Because I have to be in to work by 9, I take the 7:08 train to Grand Central, which gets me in around 8:10, and then I have about a 20 minute walk (longer if I walk slow or weather sucks) about 10 blocks over and 5 up. Gives me good exercise and I'm starting to pick out some places I'd love to check out.

Tomorrow I'm heading over to The Modern, the new restaurant at the MoMa, for an office event. Haha how cool, we're only 2 blocks from MoMa and a couple from Central Park! I intend to check out more of the area soon...

Other than that, things are going well. Next Friday I'm heading to Miami for the weekend, as FIU is having a "fall 2007 entering class reception" on Saturday. I'm looking forward to meeting classmates, and, if I'm lucky, a roommate for the fall! It'll be fun and a nice little break.

Oh, another reason I love walking- so many good looking guys in the city. It's fun seeing so many guys. Ok yah I won't go any further.