frannie, i find it incredibly flattering for you to characterize me as one of your brave, adventurous, independent friends - especially because i harbor such doubts about being one of those people. i feel like a (seriously cliched) broken record saying this, but going to law school is probably the least adventurous and safest route that someone graduating from college can take. the stress/cognitive dissonance i am undergoing as a result of choosing this route is equally cliched and my own damn fault, to be honest. maybe i will change my mind and do something i enjoy more but is more financially risky, or maybe i will tough out law school as though it were, say, an overly demanding relationship that sinks me deep into debt but that is necessary for my well-being in some twisted manner. we'll see.
on that note, i was...gawking...on gawker today and found a hilariously scathing critique of cary tennis's advice (from salon.com), in this case given to a 24 year old girl who moved from suburban florida to LA, hated what she did in LA, has issues with her jewish boyfriend, and now wants to go soul-searching in thailand. i fucking know who that girl is, and while i could have seen it coming two years ago i HOPE TO GOD that i don't turn into her, somehow. mostly, i hope i don't find myself writing to cary tennis in a fit of desperation.
however, i am reading gawker (and jezebel). this probably means i am doomed to a perpetually snarky twentysomething existence, and definitely one rife with cliches like the ones previously called to attention. pass the bottle.
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