I may have finally have gone crazy.

If anyone hasn't read the Hyperbole and a Half ""Sneaky Hate Spiral", they should do so right now. I feel full of anger and unhappiness. For no particular reason except that I was sitting on a sofa eating with my parents, then my plate fell over and I was full of HATE. Apparently, this caused me to swear violently and audibly for about 5 minutes while I complained about the plate and the fact that the world was out to get me.
And now, I'm watching the Apprentice. This sucks so very very much. It apparently consists of weird men saying "Octane" over and over again until it has lost all meaning. God. I want to shoot myself now.
On another note, I guess it's weird that I named this blog snickerdoodles and sunshine. Am I happy? Am I full of tasty cookies and gladness? No. No, I'm not. Generally, I'm fine and stare vacantly off into space, but for some reason, I feel like just smashing the tv and Donald Trump's stupid toupee and the stupid runner up for California who graduated from Stanford Law and got a job but quit because it wasn't her "passion".

I recently realized that I may be completely crazed. I sometimes work with my boyfriend, not very often and I have a lot of stuff to say, but realize that work probably isn't the apropriate place to say those things. No, they're not sexual things because I work in a mental health facility so that would be weird and gross to be thinking of sex during work. I mean, I'm sure that our clients think about it, but that's totally beside the point. Because really, who wants to think about people having sex? I don't get porn. I think it makes little sense. Like vintage porn? Those are people's parents. Who wants to think about people's parents having sex? Thousands of people, according to the statistics on that particular video. Maybe it's about being part of a simpler time (the 70s) where people were in love when having sex. Actually, I doubt it. But seriously, if I came across people randomly having sex, I'd be all disturbed. I hope most people are.
I digress. I'm not thinking about sex. Or porn. Or waiting to talk to bf about them.
Now, I can't remember what I was thinking about. But, sometimes, I think about things and then I stare at him and laugh, then he looks at me creepily (no, wait, I'm the one being creepy, due to the laughing for no reason) suspiciously is the word I'm looking for. Then I laugh more and turn away and all the clients stare at me because it seems like their captor (I'm not really a captor because I have very little say on where or when they go - Yay community! - but they feel that way it seems) is way worse than they are. Then, amidst all the staring, I turn into a giant puddle of awkwardness and just look really intently at my computer screen while pretending nothing ever happened.

I need a hug.

Cats = People

I don't mean that people are cats. That would be way too awesome. But I found a website that tells people how to make their cats undepressed... That's not a word, but it should be. I've decided to try this on people I know (and on myself too!) and see what results this has.

http://www.readersdigest.ca/pets/health/cms/xcms/4-ways-to-cheer-up-a-depressed-cat_4188_a.html

As many as 40% of felines fall into funks out of sheer boredom, says Nicholas Dodman, director of the Tufts University animal behavior clinic. Why? Cats are safer indoors—away from cars and dogs—but the soft life can be downright dull. Signs of depression include overeating, lax grooming and sleeping at daybreak, when they should be up and hunting. Want to help your feline get out of their funk? Try one of these four ways to cheer up your kitty:





1. Give Kitty Your Attention on a Daily Basis
Play with your cat every day, even if he doesn't seem interested at first. "It's a misconception that cats are antisocial," says Dodman. "Some need just as much attention as dogs."







2. Purchase Toys that Your Cat Will Enjoy
Engage predatory impulses with interactive toys, like feathers on a string or laser mice toys.








3. Keep Kitty Active
Provide climbing towers and scratching poles to keep your cat from climbing the walls (or curtains).






4. Find a Friend for Kitty
Get your cat a pet to watch, like a gerbil, or put a bird feeder outside the window. Or, for the kitty who has everything, try a cat video. Pet AVision offers the adventures of Larry Lizard, Freddy Fish and Betty Bird.

What now?

School is over and for some reason, I'm busier than ever. I just got back from camping and I'm getting ready to finish my bar applications and prepping for going to California. Then, when I get back from CA, I'm heading for Vegas, followed by a week of bar preparation. Then, everything is pretty much open until the beginning of June. But anyway, I still need to figure out what to do for the summer. Perhaps work. Work is always good.

The Ugly Truth - Review

Yes, it's about 2 am and I'm watching Netflix. Other than the fact that instant watch may be the best thing ever invented, I have serious issues with some of the movies I watch.
First, I'm a sucker for romance. I watch romcoms, read semi-romance novels, and basically lap up any really sentimental song that comes onto the radio. But come on, I'm not dumb. I'm a law student. I realize the majority of this stuff is crap, but I can't seem to tear myself away from it.
I've had discussions with people about whether this is the equivalent of porn for women, and after years of arguing that it's not, I have to believe that it really is. See... as women, we want to believe that this stuff isn't porn-like because it's real and it reflects some facet of reality, but the truth is that it's just as bad as whatever your boyfriend is currently watching.
"The Ugly Truth" is not a brilliant movie, but it does contain some truth... The first 30-45 minutes of it, that is. The rest of it, i.e., the transformation of the jerk into some really sensitive soul who's in love with her for being herself, that's a load of horse crap. The truth is really just as simple as it's presented at the beginning of the movie, though it's a little wrong on what women want.
See, male porn is what men want: naked girls available to do whatever new thing they think up... Or basically, a female version of themselves that exists for one purpose, to placate their flaccid egos and tell them just how wonderful they are and throw themselves at them. This is actually a little sad, to tell the truth. How bad is it that men are so desperate for some form of validation that they have to turn to augmented bimbos just so they can feel like they have some type of purpose or fill some function? I mean, I'd feel bad for them if they weren't the cause of their own descent into the obsolete. Really, just learn to adapt. But, as Gerard Butler's character points out: " For men, self improvement ends with toilet training". Of course, this is oversimplification, but in reality, men have issues with change. They don't enjoy it and don't think it's good for its own sake.
Regardless... I'm not going to pretend I know what men think about this movie. Frankly, I don't much care. I suspect that the whole "men want girls to look pretty and be nice" argument is fairly valid. Again, men aren't that complicated. They want to be useful. They want people to like them and think they're awesome. They want to feel necessary. But, is it my job to make them feel that way? The Ugly Truth seems to think so...
The place where this movie goes a bit off track is with women, which is odd, since it was written by women. That may explain the gag-worthy romance at the end. It makes it seem that all women want is a list of awesome qualifications that they will then throw away for someone who loves them despite their quirks.
Yeah... That may be true, but it's a little more complicated. Women, just like most men, want to be indispensable. However, they've got years of socialization telling them that they should be different and nicer and blah blah blah. Whereas men blame their insecurities on the situation and remedy it by imagining themselves in places where they could get all that attention if only they could find the right girl in the right mood, women place the blame of themselves. They think that they suck and that they can only have a good relationship with the guy who realizes that they suck but loves them anyway.
The problem is... Girls don't suck. They just try way too hard to play games with men and focus on them way too much. Feminism, romantic comedies, music, everything in the freaking world focuses on men and why they do what they do. Just face it, girls... We're all exactly the same. Maybe we want a guy who loves us and wants us, but in reality we just want to be cherished, feel safe, and have fun. Men want the same thing. So... maybe if we all stopped focusing on how to "Get the guy and still be ourselves" and just focused on getting to know people we like, we could stop going through the crappy relationships and spending all that money on emotional porn.

Does that mean the Ugly Truth is a good movie? Probably not if you're attempting to find some deep meaning on male/female relationships, but it's funny-ish, cute, and predictable. Perfect movie for 2 am. And guys... if you ever get the "Why do you love me" question... Apparently, the correct response is "I don't know... I shouldn't, but I do" at least according to the movie. But if you ever date me, let me tell you right now that that's a cop-out and it doesn't work... Try finding some minuscule detail like "You squeak in your sleep" and that'll help you out way more. Just a tip, there.

Placement Break

I've got to say that Placement Break is probably the best week of law school, other than the fact that I always pack way too much in it.
Anyway, lessons I've learned from placement break:
1. You always have less time than you think. This applies to making your flight, checking into a hotel on time, and going out with other people. I learned this when I missed my flight out to Ohio by about 5 minutes due to a last minute gate change.
2. If you have to be cranky, make a joke out of it. People will then think you're crotchety instead of just being a jerk.
3. Ohio is cold in the winter. Not Utah cold, but bone-chilling, I think my fingers are going to fall off now cold.
And lots of other things, which I'll add later.

The auction is finally over.

Okay, that was premature. While the auction itself may be over, I still haven't notified the winners or gotten paid. But in a large sense, all the stress of items and how much money we might make is complete done.
There were some high points and low points to it. I mean, on one hand, I got a bar review course for way cheaper, but on the other, I could have gotten another one for about $100 less if I had hung in there for the live auction. Bleh.
Also, the whole "Never sold a black man before" thing was a fiasco. Luckily, our auctionee didn't say anything.
In other news. I'm tired. I'm in class right now, but overall, I have to say that if I make through today, it'll be a miracle. I really do need to have this auction/work/school thing over. I cannot wait until Saturday, when everything will finally be done!