So by now you may have heard that I have sworn off drinking FOREVER (or until further notice).   I did not come to this decision lightly, let’s not forget I love drinking. I can’t go into too much detail because afterall, this is the Internet. You never know who might be twittering this tomorrow.   So let’s just say that last Friday I broke up with someone. At least I think that’s what happened.  After a too-good-to-resist drink special (who said the recession sucks? on Friday you can get 6 PBRs for $10) I met my now ex-boyfriend for dinner after which I told him I couldn’t see him anymore, and may or may not have called him a dickbag. From that moment on (read: the next morning when I thought my head was going to split open) I decided my Happy Hours were over and I was going to move to a dry county.  That was 6 days ago and I think it’s about time I took inventory of my life.

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Drunk - Ate 2 English muffin and leftover Chinese over the sink

Sober - Made a lasagna from scratch

Drunk - Flirted with ex-boyfriend’s cute friend when ex-boyfriend was in the bathroom.

Sober - Slept with some really lame dudes.

Drunk - Listened to the Supremes at maximum volume at 3am

Sober - Listened to the Supremes at maximum volume at 3am

Sober - Wrote law school essay

Drunk - Wrote this blog post.

uh-oh

I just received a rejection EMAIL from University of Virginia Law School.  What kind of low-budget school sends a rejection email at 9:30pm?  Rude hicks, that’s who.

Regardless, I’m not that upset.  Yes, the University of Virginia is ranked 9th by US News and World Report, but everyone knows that the guys at USNWR like to report the news with their own unique spin.

I knew that even if I got into UV I never would have went.  I’m just not the kind of girl that moves to Virginia.  Obviously, spending $300 a month on rent would have left me with a lot of free cash to buy booze, but I just quit drinking yesterday.  Sure checking out the largest assortment of Fabergé Eggs outside of Russia would be cool for a weekend trip but what would I have done for the rest of those 3 years?

I can still be rejected by four more schools, three of which are in places I actually want to live.  In my worst nightmare I get rejection emails from everyone tonight and tomorrow go crazy applying to every C-List school with rolling admission.  If anyone sees a crazy-eyed brunette wandering around Brooklyn muttering to herself about fee waivers tomorrow, don’t worry that’s just me.