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Color Me In Eye and Lip Crayons – $12/each

High Style Convertible Bag – Wear it TWO ways for $40

SALE! (l) Gimme The Boot now $44.99; (r) High Stepping Boots now $37.99

Makeup wise, I am most excited about the new Color Me In crayons. Three shades for lips and three for eyes, but who says you can’t switch it up?!

$12 a pop for saturated, bold color and a smooth finish.

I’m a bag lady, it’s true. But can you really hold it against me when there are bags this cute AND functional out there?

The mark. High Style Convertible Bag ($40) can be worn as a satchel, a clutch, and a shoulder bag. Wear it out, wear it to class, wear it to tea-time. Wear it everywhere!

A great sale should never go to waste!

For a limited time (or until supplies last) both of mark.’s hot and sexy boots are on sale!

Get the brown, high calf Gimme the Boot boots for %10 off the orignal price of $50 for $44.99! They go with everything!

The High Stepping Boots are a personal fav and if I did not have a pair already, I would take advantage of them being mark.ed down %24 from $49.99 to $37.99. Also versatile, you can roll or unroll the cuff to change up the look!

Killing Two Birds

Lunch time Thursday was brilliant! I took a walk, directed toward the new Healthworks gym, but also used my handy dandy Boston Food Truck App because I knew I needed to eat lunch before mediation, lest I lose it. So I stopped at the Savory Food Truck, conveniently located across from said gym for the day, and got Kung Pao chicken (Jo called it “grey food”). Then I moseyed across the street into Healthworks, got my tour and my membership.

Brilliant.

The Not-So-Mysterious Case of 2L WTFEs

 

It’s a Thursday morning and my alarm goes off. I gripe and wine and tell Zoe to get out of my face until the stupid thing starts to shriek again. I embark on my daily routine, fussing about being forced to wear pants, and when I get to school, I put my head down on the table at my seat and wait for my Ethics professor to saunter in…

It occurs to me that I have not read for class. In fact, I have not read for class in quite some time – the word “weeks” pops into my head. I haven’t read and I have no idea where we are in the lessons. The syllabus is no help, we haven’t been on track since day 2. The professor’s voice breaks through my haze as he calls on a classmate just a few names higher than me on the alphabetical role, I look at the clock…9:45. 60 minutes left. Fuck! I’m on call today.

I scramble to the page in the text where my next assignment is, a case. I go to Lexis to read the summary, it makes no sense. I suppose it would help if I had a vague idea what Lawyering Ethics topic we were on, but I don’t. I search on casebriefs.com…nothing, dammit!

I’m going to actually have to read this case. In, like, 5 minutes. No, less. 

Cutting to the chase, I skim the case and find relevant points that make sense according to the lovely chapter heading a few pages prior (should’ve started there). Following, I find the relevant model rule in the tome of a rule supplement I own for this class and eventually come up with a way that the case and the rule go together. My answers are cogent enough that my professor adds his sage words and moves on to the next student.

This scene, and ones similar, is starting to become more and more of a regular thing. I can’t muster the energy to actually put effort in to get my work done in a timely fashion, or…ever.

And I am not alone. Many of my comrades in arms have expressed sentiments similar to how I feel: “I’m so over school“; “I haven’t been to class in a week and a half“; and “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I go out so much more now than I used to…”

This is what I like to call the Second Year What-The-Fuck-Evers or 2L WTFEs, for short.

The old law school adage is: “1L they scare you to death, 2L they work you to death, 3L they bore you to death.” I felt worked to death last semester and maybe that’s why this semester I can’t find my mojo.

I think it’s too early for this line of thinking, we have a whole year and a quarter left and then the bar. And yet, I can’t be bothered otherwise.

My 20/20 Experience

It has not even been 4 days since I started listening to the 20/20 Experience by Justin Timberlake. I’m seriously addicted. i.cannot.stop. When it’s not playing, it runs on loop in my brain. Not only that, I can’tstop talking about it. I find really terrible and obnoxious ways to bring it up. I’m also guilty of filling the silent spaces with, “Have you heard Justin’s new album?” I need to check my memory long and hard to recall the last time this happemed to me…Still checking…

It makes feel young and grown at the same time

We’re old, Justin and I. I have VHS of prepubescent Justin crooning out EB40 on MMC. I knew of him pre-YouTube, so those MTV VMA clips everyone sees, I own something akin to microfiche these days of the original airing. I have framed head shots, it’s ridiculous. But as a woman, he’s grown with me and I with him and it just makes so much damn sense now.

I feel confident in my loyalty that I’m totally okay being open about it. I don’t think I’ve ever stuck with anything as long. It’s matured to a level where I can say “what the fuck was he thinking?” (Señorita, Black Snake Moan, my first reaction to Suit & Tie), but to at least give it a try and maybe my thoughts will change (The video makes Suit & Tie, and I don’t recommend giving radios the full version of songs anymore, because the intro makes the video and not the song.) 

Listening to him makes me want to be loved. It’s not the kind of album full of songs you want to dedicate to the love of your life or the boy you covet from a distance. It’s the kind of music you dream of someone making for you, the thoughts you wish someone harbored for you.

I listen to it in my car with the awesome new Bluetooth auxiliary thing I got, and in perfect timing with this album. I sat in my car on a sunny afternoon and adjusted all the knobs and buttons to get the overall tuning right. And now I drive with the album playing at the perfect level so I feel surrounded by the sounds. Enveloped and nestled. It’s the closest thing to bliss in my life right now.

 

 

 

 

 

 

written March 22, 2013

Happy Relay Day!

It’s finally here! Relay day! 

There is still time to donate and/or stop by the arena and join the fun! Beware all who enter, and watch your back. For Villains and Superheroes will be walking the track!

Relay for Life, Northeastern

Caution: Filthy Love and Deadly Siren Ahead

Oh, it’s a happy music day for me!

First, JT...pretty sure I have been waiting around for him all my life, even if I have only been waiting for the 20/20 Experience for seven years. When the download automatically started on my phone, I squealed like a fangirl, #smh. Oh, Justin, 4 songs in and I want to curl up and feel love. I just want to bathe filthy in it and then do it all over again. I don’t have a favorite song yet, but Pusher Love Girl is close to the top. The symbolism hit like a lightning bolt.

Alice Smith‘s voice is incredible. I can’t actually describe it and do it justice. Think Deadly Sea Siren with a Soul, because you will be entranced when you listen. Full disclosure, my sister works for Alice Smith and has worked her ass off to get this album out. HOWEVER, I did not hear this album until the day it came out and my only experience with Miss Smith’s voice is from a seemingly impromptu appearance at a Citizen Cope concert last fall a House of Blues, Boston. Her voice and stage presence blew me away then and the album does not disappoint.

Go forth and buuuuuuuy!

Mint Candy Apple

If you ignore my shaggy cuticles and jagged edging, I think the colors go quite well. The color is “Mint Candy Apple” by Essie.