Shake What Yo' Mama Gave Ya'

First off, great title right?

Second off, it has absolutely NOTING to do with my post.

Why?

I have no clue what my post is going to be about yet.

Instead, I just keep typing.

I could tell you that I have been acting like this woman a lot. Realistic, yet snarky. Not a nice character trait to convey to those you love.

Or, I could tell you about how I have a 52 legal word vocabulary quiz today that I haven't even started studying for yet.

Or, I could tell you about how I also have a Memorandum of Law due in a few hours and I started ( and finished it) within the last hour... It probably isn't stellar. Nor will I win the case.

Or, I could tell you about how my wedding invitations are killing me. Literally, they are. I have so many paper cuts and embossing powder in my eyes that I am bleeding to death as I go blind.

Or, I could tell you about how I got a new job! Yeah, that's what I'll tell you about.

I passed my resume along a couple of weeks ago. Last Wednesday, the partners of the firm called me in for a pretty unorthodox interview (lets just say that I will now always be referred to as Hilary Swank and that the entire interview was based around how I felt when I won an Oscar). I left the interview so confused, because out of the 30 minutes I saw there, .5 seconds of it was about the job and my skills. Friday I went in to demand that they give me a re-interview where I could prove my skills, but instead, they offered me the job and said that they enjoyed my interview. I signed paperwork on Monday and gave my two weeks notice here, and BADA BING BADA BOOM!I have a new job. I'll be starting there April 9th. Its a serious job folks. No more writing the blog while I have a break in work. Thank goodness I don't have anymore night classes after this semester so I'll still be able to spend oodles of time with you lovely people. I'm excited. Its going to be a good thing.

Its going to be a good thing? Right?!

As you can see, I'm not great at dealing with change.

So yeah, love you lots, yadda yadda yadda.

Kaylee...out.

P.S. Can't you tell tat the wedding stress, school stress and change of job stress are getting to me?