It’s like a 5-yr-old girl’s birthday party exploded and reformed as a cake.

We had a fall festival at my church tonight and had a cake auction. I signed up to make a cake, thinking I would create some sophisticated and decadent glory of a cake.
Instead, I ended up making a strawberry boxed cake with canned frosting. Oh well. It’s the thought that counts, right?

Anyway, this is the finished product. It’s so magically beautiful.



I’ve heard that it looks like unicorn poop, confetti, an exploded birthday party, and “junk” (according to my sister Julie). But I love it. And if I had given myself more time to work on it, I would have even covered the sides with multi-colored sprinkles.

This is my cake. I regret nothing.

Happy First Day of Fall!

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Books I've Read This Past Week

Books I've Read in the Past 2 Weeks

Florence and the Machine - Cosmic Love (Live on KEXP)

Florence and the Machine - Cosmic Love (Live on KEXP)

Lend Me Your Hand and We'll Conquer Them All

Living back at home and in Georgia is harder than I was expecting it to be. I don't have any friends here anymore. They've either moved away or we've grown so different that we aren't friends anymore. I've never been one to make friends easily, especially when not given many opportunities to do so.

I see groups of people all out together at restaurants just talking and eating and having fun. And I'm jealous. I wish I knew what it is that makes me so different from them - why I can't be in a group like that. Anytime that I have had a group of friends to hang out with like that, I've had to force it to happen, it seems. I'm not naturally a social person, but I love being social. What I mean by that is that I'm not comfortable making the first move and being the one to start talking first. But I love being around people and watching them and listening to them. I feel like I have to make a tremendous effort to step out on my own and make new friends.

When I was at my first Law School, my now friend Mike made the first move. He started talking non-stop the first day of orientation. And because of him, our group was made. And it was a great group. I miss the friendship there. At my second Law School, I already had a friend there and sort of hung out with him and his friends first. Then I hung out with my roommates' friends. But there are very few people that I know that are "my" friends - "my" friends because I made the effort to keep the relationship going.

I don't know why it's so hard for me.

I remember that, in college, I was very introverted and quiet my first two years. And I got like I am now - depressed about the lack of friends and lack of social life. So my New Year's Resolution in my sophomore year was to "be outgoing." And I forced myself into that happy, social butterfly mold. I made many, many friends - a handful of which are still my friends today. Apparently I did such a great job playing the role of social butterfly that some people started to believe that I actually WAS a social butterfly. An acquaintance of mine saw me at some point during my first year of law school (when I had reverted back to introverted Anna) and was so confused and thought something was wrong with me because I was basically being myself. He had never seen me be myself.

So this is the problem. When I am myself - quiet and introverted - I have no social life and very few friends. When I am not myself - social butterfly, cheery, etc. - I have many friends but few who actually know me.

I really need to do some heavy thinking to decide what to do at this point.

Out and About!

Visited a shop today on Saint Simon’s Island, GA, called Tonya’s. It’s a Southern girl’s dream!
Everything from monogrammed canvas tote bags, to Lilly Pulitzer koozies, to preppy luggage, to brightly colored Initial cocktail napkins, beach towels, and insulated beverage tumblers. I got a bright blue insulated tumbler with white roses on it and a scrolled A for my first name. It’s adorable. Once I get a good picture of it, I’ll post it.

Visit the shop if you’re ever on Saint Simon’s Island. It’s on Mallory Street in the Pier Village.
Or you can just look online here.

And we've only just begun to live...

Well, I finished the bar exam Wednesday evening. I'll have to wait until the end of October to find out if I pass or not. So I'm just going to put it aside and try not to think about it.

I'm going to Jekyll Island, GA, for vacation tomorrow. Staying for a week. I've been looking forward to this all summer. I plan on doing little more than soaking up sun by the pool and listening to my favorite music. I'll be sure to blog the highlight with some pictures when we get back.

I've had a huge list of things to do and make that I've been adding to all summer. I finally get to start that list. I'll probably blog about some of those things, too. ;)

I'm ready for life! I'm staring it in the face, and it's a little scary but also very exhilarating at the same time. I can't wait to see what adventures I have and where my journeys take me!

Skyscraper - Demi Lovato

Heard this for the first time today. Such a powerful song. And the video is amazing as well.

Top 20 Reasons You Know You're Studying for the Bar

(via LegallyNoted) (*edited for language*)

1.You’re aging in dog years

2.You look at everything as a potential lawsuit: (1) The bums that repeatedly beg you for money on the corner are potential trespassers; (2) your friend’s drunk dialing to tell you “what a fun night you’re missing” is negligent infliction of emotional distress; (3) your neighbor’s loud music is an action for nuisance

3.You openly fantasize about blacking out the night of the bar exam

4.You have legal Turettes. If someone looks at you the wrong way, you automatically banter back with unintelligble legalease: Hearsay! Rule in Dumper’s Case.

5.You wonder if Miranda or Shelly would be hot if they were girls and not rules of law.

6.The most action you’ve gotten was doing problems on fertile octogenarian and loss of consortium

7.You’re cut off from the outside world. There’s an oil spill? Mel Gibson is crazy? Carrie Underwood is married?

8.Can’t wait to burn your barbri or kaplan books

9.You passed out at the library and woke up with highlighter on your face and a puddle of drool smearing the print of your MBE book.

10. You’ve contemplated writing letters to the national bar examiner’s citing this test as cruel and unusual punishment, detrimental to your well-being and personal life.

11. You spent Fourth of July Weekend going over contracts. Using your study break to accomplish some anti-social urge (e.g. plucking out grey hairs, squeezing zits, or creeping on ex’s Facebooks). Happy %&^$ Fourth of July!

12. You’ve had dreams about legal concepts including personal jurisdiction

13. People at Starbucks know your order by heart–and despite the $5 investment–it’s still not making a dent in your extreme exhaustion.

14. Everyone at the library smells like a combo of B.O., nicotine, and coffee.

15. You just wanted to take a quick nap, woke up 4 hours later not knowing *WTH* was going on, what day it was, what month it was, or even if you had slept right through the bar.

16. You resent your friends who were smart enough to get their MBA.

17. None of your family and friends understand how important the bar is. It is NOT “just a test”.

18. You wonder how someone as warped as Blagojevich could ever have passed the bar or wonder who he paid?

19. Your dog decides to dig your dark chocolate covered espresso beans from the bottom of your 100 lb book bag–causing you to spend the night in the emergency vet clinic while he gets his stomach pumped. You leave with a whopping $500 bill.*

20. Your significant other decides to have an overactive social life under the guise of “leaving you alone to study”. Yes, dancing on platforms while I keep getting 30%’s on MBE Set 5’s in the library on a Saturday night sounds like a fair trade-off.