Is this thing on?!

Oh yeah, I have a blog. Well, if you can count 2 measly posts during the most boring summer of my life a blog, than sure. But hey, no one reads this thing anyway. And if you are reading this right now, I'm sorry. But not really. Hello? Baxter? You ate the whole wheel of cheese? Actually, I'm not even mad about that!

Ok, enough with the nonsense. If you don't know what what movie I just referenced, you have just broken my heart and I don't know if we should be friends anymore. Ok, its not that serious, but go watch Anchorman, right now! Are you watching? LIES!

Sorry, this is what happens to your brain after a semester of law school. Law school is a magical place where smart people gather and talk about their smartness and nothing is difficult because you're all so smart and its so much fun to learn about contracts and civil procedure and learn how to write all over again! At least that's what I thought when I decided as a wee child that I wanted to go to there. (No, not a typo. Again, if you don't get the reference, I'm crying inside). As Liz Lemon would say, NERDS.

So what has law school taught me so far? Well for starters, don't trust me to give you advice about contract law, because I will definitely just say some big words in a sentence together to sound like I know what I'm talking about. More importantly, I have learned that all those people who are kind of intimidating because they seem like they know what they're doing really have just as little of a clue as you do. No one has a clue what they're doing when they start out, and most people don't have it figured out when they're finished, either. I will be the first to admit how much I struggled in the beginning. I was never the type of person who had to work that hard to get good grades. Obviously I was pretty studious but let's be real, I am a professional crammer and don't care about exams or papers until a day or two before they're due. Law school, however, forced me to change that attitude. See, law school likes to punch you in the face with a month's worth of undergraduate work in one week. If you try to cram, you're screwed.

I can't tell you how many times during the first month I called my boyfriend and told him I was quitting. A few times, I was serious. Things got better when he made me realize that it's ok to take a day off once in a while. No, Kelly, the world won't end. Breathe Kelly, you're hyperventilating. Kelly, you don't hate everything, you just need a day off. If you don't take a day off, I will hide all your books and kidnap you. Yes, I'm serious. And he was.

The experience is what you make it. Its really not worth it to stress 24/7 about all the work you haven't done yet and how much time its all going to take you. The world doesn't end (LOL Mayans) if you take a few minutes to breathe. I think the most important thing I have learned so far is how important it is to continue to do the things you love and remember that there is life outside of school. As hard as balancing school, work, and life can be, none of it's worth it if you forget to live a little.

If you actually read this whole thing, what a pal! I'm gonna try to actually remember that I started writing this and post more frequently. Peace out cubscouts.

Thanks for the memories

When I started college, I was highly concerned with holding my high school friends close and was positive that every adult who ever told me we'd grow apart was unbelievably wrong. But, like every teenager, I had to learn through my own experience in order to really believe this to be true. 

I grew up in a tiny town with nothing to do, and the best friends anyone could hope for. We never seemed to get bored, and we formed a bond that we all thought could never be broken. When you think about losing friends, you imagine some big dramatic event that causes the separation. For some people, that's what happens. But more often, you grow up without even realizing it, and things just change. In the beginning, you put a lot of energy into staying in touch. Then you get busy, and somewhere along the line, those people you texted or talked to on Facebook everyday become less of a thought. At first, you feel bad for not thinking of them. You immediately contact them and say how much you'd love to get together, and you mean it. But the next thing you know, you're home for Christmas break and you haven't spoken to each other since fall. That's OK though, because you all get together and everything is just like normal. 

And then you go back to school, and you get busy again and forget to call or text. You occasionally comment on a Facebook post, maybe even spend a night reminiscing while going through old high school photos. You convince yourself that you're all just busy but you're still just as close and you're never going change. No matter what anyone says, you're friend group is the one that will survive this whole "growing up" thing.

Then summer comes, and you see everyone again and all seems well. You all start working and visiting family and going on vacation, and some of those close friends just get too busy for you. Some people start acting strange. Some just plain stop talking to you with no explanation. Before you know it, fall is here and you're back at school and you only saw people once or twice. And while a part of you is sad, the rest of you is glad to be back at school. A little part of you may even start to be so glad that high school is over, and screw all those reminiscent feelings you've ever had! 

And then you get more involved in college and make new best friends and new memories, and those from your teen years start to fade. You still miss people, and want to keep in touch, but somewhere along the way you stop missing them so much. You stop worrying about the people who've changed, or loss touch, or never want to get together when you both have time. You don't really realize you've gone through a transition  until it's already happened. And it doesn't mean you don't care about those who you were once very close to, and it also doesn't mean you still don't have a few close friends left from high school. It just means you're growing up, and not all of you are going to BFF's like you thought. 

Growing apart is natural, and no one's fault. When it first starts happening, you act like you don't care but deep down, you know it sucks. But then you focus your energy on the present instead of the past, and you realize that you're thankful for the memories. And now when you see your old group from high school, it can be really great to catch up. You realize you still care but it's just different. Being friends as an adult is much different than friendship as a teenager. You don't get to see them everyday, every week, or even every month, and you learn to accept that this isn't the end of the world.

It's great to see people and spend time with old friends, but many have their separate lives now. And as much as you were hellbent on proving the entire world wrong, you realize it's really great that you've all grown up. Or maybe some of them didn't, and that's why you really don't talk anymore. But either way, you learn to accept that it's OK when people come and go in your life. And sometimes when you're all back together, it feels like time hasn't passed at all. To all of my high school friends, whether we talk every day or once a year, or even not at all, thanks for the memories.

OMG WHAT THE BLOG

Why hello there, 2005! Ok, so I'm a little late to join the infamous world of blogging, but hey, it was too cool when I was 15 and BELIEVE ME I was so not cool back then. Anywho, I'm here now because I love to write and quite honestly I have been incredibly bored all summer so why go to sleep at 12:15 am when I can start that blog I've been considering for more than a year now?

By the way, did anyone else spend a ridiculous amount of time trying to pick a name for their blog? I literally stared at my laptop screen for an hour while simultaneously watching The Office and debated naming it every person's name on the show just for funsies (and because I am so not creative). I will shamefully admit that I literally Googled "creative blog names," which only made me feel ridiculous and debate ending my blogging career before I started it. After an hour of looking around my room at inanimate objects and debating which ones to blend together to form a name, Mindless Endeavors popped into my head as a title. Seems suitable, as I spent an hour being mindless on my endeavor to be creative.

If you're wondering what this blog is going to be about, I have absolutely no idea. I can't promise to write anything especially profound or inspiring, but I can promise that I don't take life too seriously, so hopefully it won't get boring to write or read. I am about to enter law school, so I am sure I will have lots of entertaining stories about people watching in the library while I pretend to read about torts and contracts. I love cooking, eating, reading, shopping, and YouTube-ing (I spend more time watching makeup tutorials than I should admit to), so any and all of those are topics that will more than likely make their way into my posts. I also love to be adventurous and travel, so I'll talk about that, too.

Stay classy, planet earth.