a totally belated posting

It has become increasingly hard for me to write my next blog lately. Its not that i don't have anything to write. It's quite the opposite... I just have too much to write about that I really don't know where to start.

At the end of my stay in BC, i remember telling Heather that i never wanted to ever speak of the LSAT ever again. It wasn't that i thought that i did poorly on it, but rather the feelings it still conjures up for me. I can't help but associate the LSAT with traumatic events. Think about it. Febraury 4, 2005... my first LSAT test... and my grandmother dies while i'm writing it. Febraury 25th, 2005, i find out my score... and all hope of going to law school dies. I am incapable of feeling any good emotions when someone mutters the words LSAT to me.

So, here is the short version. Yes, did score higher on the LSAT, signficantly higher but i did not score high enough to get into U of T. I can't really divulge any more than that... because, quite frankly... i can't bear talking about he lsat anymore. I hope everyone can understand.

Yes, I do consider not getting into U of T a failure. However, I feel no shame in not getting into U of T... but i do feel a little embarassed now and then about how highly publicized it was in the end. Obscure people at work would stop and talk to me about it... even the GM (general manager... my bosses boss), who has incidentally has a budget in the hundreds of millions of dollars... stopped by my office to talk to me about my law school situation... Heather's work friends would ask about me... even strangers who happen to stumble across my blog.

I know there are people out there who are sad that i didn't get into U of T and I know there are people out there who love to watch me fail (i can name a few). Lastly, and most importantly, there are people who are geniunely worried about how I feel about the whole situation.

Let me try to put this entire situation into perspective for everyone....

(...to be continued)

(sorry this blog was getting way too long)

Totally Belated Post

I've been home for a little over a month and I'm loving it. I know i haven't posted in awhile and I feel totally unapologetic about it. I've been trying to take in as much as home as I can... and quite frankly, that means posting a blog about my home coming is a low priority. However, here's something to tide you over until my next blog. Its not a lengthy discussion piece... but its a gooder.

So picture this, Rick's father and me at my sisters wedding! This picture was suppose to be us waving the "West Side" gang sign.... but all they captured was what our facial expressions would be IF we were fronting the "West Side" gang sign. Check it out.

At the reception, he was the irish booze hound... i think we finished an entire flat of sleemans together.