Life Choices.

The other day my mother and I were sitting in the kitchen having a conversation. She asked me how one of my friend's abode was looking, because my friend recently moved in to her own place.

"You know... I never thought that I would have an urge to clean."

My mom couldn't stop laughing.

For those of you that know me, friends, family, people I used to live with, boys I used to date, I am one of the messiest girls in the world. By no means am I dirty - I would never leave my sheets unwashed passed their 2 weeks - but sometimes, you might find clothes, books, papers and a number of annoying items on my floor. In fact, I remember one boy I dated when I was twenty-one would jump in the back seat of my car, not to wait for me, but to clean my car. He would look at me and say, "why do you do this? why?" I used to call him tiger and he used to call me choo choo. We're not friends, but we do call each other every blue moon to see how the other is doing. He's happy with his child and wife and white picket fence. But, he always tells me how proud he is and how I deserve the best in the world because I'm smart and beautiful (I like to throw in compliments I've received in life when I'm feeling down about the bar exam).

Flashback

I was sitting in my car outside Tiger's house. We were debating whether we should try to sneak into a bar, because we weren't quite able to make it in to one yet, or whether we should go inside and watch movies. Tiger kept looking around my car, rolling his eyes. I was laughing because I thought it was funny he couldn't stand the papers and clothes in my car.

"Seriously, Nor. How do you get all this in here?"

"I don't have time to clean! I'm in college."

"But, you have time to drink..."

"Priorities."

We opted for sitting in the car, chatting. Tiger was making fun of me for some dumb-fuck comment I made, as I often make silly comments. Chicka likes to say that it is because I spend all my common sense on being smart. "You're so slow, Nor." Tiger was saying.

"No! I am not slow! I'm fast!"

"You're fast?"

"Yes! Fast like a traaaaaaaaain!!!!"

Tiger laughed for a couple minutes. "You're a chooo choooooo."

"Shut the fuck up."

"Chooo choooo."

"I hate you."

And thus, I became known as choo choo train. He was always Tiger because he used to do this little growl when he was bored. The summer of my twenty-first year was one of the best summers of my life. I was constantly focused on my well-being and always surrounded by great company. I think every day should be like that. In fact, I'm making sure of it now.

The All Nighter

I am currently awake at 5:00 a.m. in the morning, which is quite a feat for me. That's not entirely true - sometimes, when I can force myself to wake up this early I will go to bootcamp. You see, on Thursday I had this massive amount of Discovery due. In lawyer-talk, Discovery is this monstrosity of paperwork plaintiff attorney's hate and defense attorney's love. When you get in a car accident because someone hit you, your lawyer has to deal with you, the other person's insurance company and literally, hundreds of papers. Papa always says it's because defense attorneys (the lawyer's for the insurance company) get paid by the hour, so they love to generate work. The bad part? It means that newbies like me have to sit in front of a computer while trying to finish a motion and eighty pages of discovery.

Granted, while all this was going on one of my best friends, Sammy, was sitting with my mother finishing her invitation for her baby shower.

I even invited two of my other friends over so that we could all sit together. I've heard from someone very important in my life that there are five love languages. She informed me that I should explore my own and, I've discovered, I like quality time. Yes, I have a therapist. It's to keep me in-tune when I'm stressed out. For example, having a panic attack in the middle of the road because you've realized the bar exam is 14 days away is probably not a good thing.

So, we sat in my kitchen having a grand old time, when I realized how lucky I've been in life.

I went to sleep last night at 8:30pm because I spent the day finishing my motion, driving to court to file my motion, driving a client home and eating dinner with Sammy. Sammy is one of the people that's been there for me through it all. She's gone to every single graduation I've had: High School, College, Law School. I wouldn't trade her for the world.

Lately, I've been spending quiet evenings at home with people. My good friend who has no nickname yet, but I'm going to call her Tapatio because she convinced me to eat a bag with her the other day, and I spend Halloween night watching Hannibal.

We were also eating cheese and crackers because I have a slight obsession with cheese and crackers.

Life Choices

This morning I woke up to a slew of text messages. But, one in particular got me thinking...

When people pursue an education, they put other things on the boiler plate. My friend who text me last night is a great guy who has traveled the world - he puts me to shame - and has his priorities set. Lately, he's been studying for his CPA exams.

It's what many people with long-term career goals have done. We put our education first and figure everything else will follow through - and I love it!

I may not have been out partying and drinking last night, but I just helped a person from mistreatment by law enforcement (not to say that there aren't people who actually deserve to be punished.) There's the right way of law and a wrong way. Impinging on a person's rights is the WRONG way. I'd rather have spent Friday morning at 4 am finishing a motion to dismiss my client's case, leading to my early 8am night on Friday, then drinking the night away!!

This doesn't mean that when people have kids young they're going to fail. I look at my friend Sammy and am so proud to have her in my life. She is a smart girl, who happened to have a child at a young age. She and her fiancé are having a cute little girl soon - thus the baby shower. But, she works hard for herself and her children. I've seen this woman go through school while being one of the youngest supervisors at her job. She's absolutely organized and she manages to stay fashionable, even with her baby bump.

This doesn't mean people who don't go to college fail. My cousin Chicka is a very intelligent girl, though she will deny it. However, her dream is to be a comedian and she has been doing an amazing job. In fact, she has shows all over the place. I know, right? A female comedian who is actually funny?! She is wise beyond her years. I often, as you know, seek advise from her. Chicka is my role model. She has a chiq town house in Hollywood and I'm always jealous of her Miami vacations. Plus, she has a great tan.
My other cousin, Mo, is also a successful young woman whom didn't graduate from college. She and her husband have the cutest place in Diamond Bar - I'm starting to get jealous because I still live at home with my parents. She's healthy, happy and beautiful. This woman literally runs all BLANKS (I'm keeping her work life private) in Southern California. All I can say is that she's financial negotiator who wheels and deals for her clients.

I suppose what I've come to realize is that there are two classes of people: classy people and trashy people. The classy people are the ones who will succeed in life no matter what they do because they are driven, have goals and make smart choices. The trashy people are the ones that wander through life in a sea of confusion because they'd rather choose drugs, crime or choose a man over their children/self-dignity/education. They make excuses because things are too "hard." Excuses like, "we can't all have money like you," "we all aren't as smart as you," "we all can't win scholarships like you," "I know she's with him, but she totally wants me" or "I know he loves me even though he keeps saying he loves another girl."

Being educated is a choice. Choosing your self-dignity is a choice. Giving someone else power over you is a choice. Giving yourself the power to do what you want and need is a choice. Choosing one path over another is a choice. I have close friends who have struggled! Two in particular that I can think of that grew up in high-risk areas went to college with me, not because they're Mexican and it was handed to them, but because they deserved it. These two people worked their asses off because they knew that an education would give them more paths to take. It's what my dad has taught me my whole life (education is the key to success.) One of my friends is a top-notch college counselor and the other is pursing her masters in education after spending two amazing years teaching in Korea.

Smart choices.

I put my education first, and I wouldn't give it up for the world. We'll see in two weeks if it paid off.

Food Truck Mania

Lately, I've been having nightmares about the bar exam results. It's been a slew of restless nights for me. Although, my brother gave me some great advice yesterday and told me that I should just be happy I'm alive. The elitist bitch that lives inside me translated that into "thank the lord I am not a stereotype!" This is one Latina that graduated with a high school diploma (not a GED, thank you very much!), obtained a bachelors of art from an awesome school (chirp!) and even managed to find her way to a juris doctorate. Pat myself on the back on that one.

These are the things that run through my head when I start to get nervous about the results. But, I also think about my former boss who, whilst standing in line to get into the airport, told me, "don't listen to your dad, I didn't pass the first time and look at me now." He's right. He's on his way to being a head deputy district attorney or even a judge! So, it'd be nice to pass on the first time. However, I've decided not to let it devastate me if I do not.

I went to lunch with an old friend on Monday, October 29, 2012. I was telling her stories about my life. That, coupled with my food truck mania night with my brother led me to the realization that I really do need to start blogging my experiences.

Random Night Story I Told Old Friend

There was this person in my life that I found to be quite an awesome influence. He will remain nameless because I really do believe he would kick me if he knew I told this story. Aside from the fact that he has a similar story of mine that I never want him to tell and never want to hear!

I was lying in bed one night after a day of procrastinating with Boo Boo Bear. Aside from the fact that it was getting closer to the time I had to start studying for the bar, I was also nervous because my final exam was four to five days away and I hadn't even opened the book.

Quack! Quack! Quack!

I turned towards my iPhone with its annoying ring tone. "Hello?"

"Hello beautiful person! You have such a beautiful faaaaaace. Where are yooou?"

"I'm pretty sure I am in bed, trying to sleep."

"I miss you! I want to see you!"

"So, come see me."

"I'm so drunk.... Aaah! But I want to see you."

It was a Saturday night. I figured, What the hell? It's not like my final is tomorrow. "I can pick you up...."

"You would do that for me?! You're awesome."

"I know."

Anonymous was trying to send me a text message of the address. But, I theorize that he was in such an inebriated state that the only thing I was getting was a bunch of numbers and an attempt at an address. Finally, an address after five minutes. I was about ready to give up on the kid. As I drove down towards the party he was attending I thought to myself, Shit, I really like this kid if I'm willing to pick him up from a party. I wonder if I look pretty.

I got to the house and it looked like a shit show. There were people standing outside and cars everywhere. There was a kid throwing up on the sidewalk. I remembered thinking, "Please don't be anonymous." As I called anonymous, he excitedly answered the phone, "I'm by the sidewalk!" (Don't worry! He wasn't the throw up kid!)

I pulled close to the house and this girl looked into my car. She looked extremely angry and started coming towards my car. Then, she banged her hand on my passenger window. Rude. I made a U-Turn and there he was, smiling and stumbling to my car. God, even when he's drunk he looks absolutely gorgeous.

"Heeeey!!!"

"Who's that blonde chick?"

"Just some girl. Some girl. I think she likes me. I don't know. Never mind." He slurred.

"She looks pissed."

"Because I called you. I think she has a thing for me, but I just really wanted to be with you, Nor."

"That's sweet." I said, sarcastically.

"You're not being very affectionate."

"I've been sitting outside a random house for ten minutes waiting for you."

"I really like you."

I turned to him, he had a smile on his face. Might I mention this man is absolutely beautiful? I remembered the first time I met him, I thought there was no way he could like me. This guy is six feet tall, has beautiful tan skin, big brown eyes and such defined features. Though, the thing that really gets to me is his smile. His smile is so infectious you can't help but smile. I'm pretty sure any girl that walks by him would fall for him.

I smiled back at him and touched his cheek. "I forgive you."

"Yooou like me." He taunted.

"Whatever, you like me too. You're in my car." I said, slightly annoyed.

We drove to my driveway and I sat there. We started talking, he was telling me about his day. I told him about my day. Then he put his head on the car seat and stared at me....

He looked embarrassed... "Noreen, I REALLY like you."

"You said that." I said in a matter-of-fact tone (Argh! I was such a tool with him!)

He hid his face in his hand. "No, you don't get it. You're not like anyone else. I really really like you....a lot."

I turned to him, scared. I felt uncomfortable because we had only been dating for two months. I knew that I liked him, but I didn't want to be heartbroken - especially because our time was limited and I was going to start studying for the bar exam. "I like you too, anonymous."

"But, I really really like you. Like, I call you by your name at work. The guys make fun of me.... I like you..." He pouted. God, I love when he pouts, I thought to myself.

"You're silly."

"Noreen, I like you so much. Like, damn. I like you a lot. I don't think you get it. I really don't think you understand what I feel."

I laughed a little. "I think I kind of like you." (It was this thing we used to do. We'd tell each other we "kind of" like each other. But, in reality, I liked this kid probably as much as he liked me.)

He smiled, "I kind of like you too, maybe."

"Good. I'm glad we're on the same page."

Dating Pet Peeve Story I told My Brother

About a month ago, I received a text from an old acquaintance asking me if he could take me out on a date. I, of course, accepted because he is quite an attractive human being. I've come to the realization that it doesn't matter how attractive a person can be, men tend to make the same dating faux-pas.

There we were having a lovely time at a bar. As usual, I was being the typical girl and barely touching my celery sticks. My eyes were done up - all mascaraed out. (By the way, if you haven't done so - every female should own Benefit's "They're Real.") He looked at me and said, "Nor, can I ask you a hypothetical question?"

I quizzically turned to him, "I think so."

He looked at me, nervous smile in hand: "What would you do if I told you that your eyes are beautiful and you're one of the most gorgeous women I've ever seen?"

I smiled. "I would say thank you."

"And, what would you say if I told you I really want to kiss you?"

I looked at him, annoyed. The thoughts running through my head, if only you could hear them! What the fuck? Doesn't this kid know you're not supposed to ask for a kiss?! What am I? In high school. "I would say, no."

The look of rejection ensued, "well, it was just a hypothetical question."

"Next time, just kiss me."

"Like right now?"

"Are you kidding me?! Don't you know you're not supposed to ask for a kiss!! Absolutely not. No."

Food Truck Mania

Every Tuesday night Santa Monica holds a food truck lot on Main Street. I absolutely love the idea of food that travels. I stood on the sidewalk waiting for my brother, angry. I was on the phone with a friend from high school whom is living in Florida. She will be called, Florida. I was explaining to Florida how annoyed I was because my brother typically cancelled on my due to my inability to get out of work early. On this particular night, I had told my boss I could not stay late. I was sad because I had really wanted to practice direct examination questions I had written for a case. One of my favorite things to do is direct and cross-examination questions - I can't wait to have a jury trial!.

"Seriously, Florida. This kid bitched at me because I told him I'd be an hour late. We were supposed to meet at 6:30, then he changed it to 7:00. It is now 7:15. I will never let him live this one down!"

Finally, my little brother sauntered into the parking lot. I walked over to him. We started searching through the food trucks. Several of his friends walked up to us and began explaining to me how amazing the company is that they work for.

"What company is this?" I said.

"How long have you been working with us?" Tav's co-worker joked with him.

"My sister never listens to anything I say."

"That's not true! I know you work in Santa Monica!" I said to him laughing.

His co-worker had me download the application that they work for. It's this awesome application that allows you to pay for food trucks using the application. If you scan other people's applications (basically showing that you rallied the troups to the food trucks) you get a dollar a scan. You also get extra perks when you sign up a first time person. I obtained $19 whole Kuapay dollars!

Tavs and I decided we would take a food truck tour and I graciously offered to pay with my new-found cash.

The first food truck we visited was "Cairo Cowboy." We ordered this AMAZING french fry order with Tzatziki sauce. I swear I melted right in the middle of the parking lot. We were welcomed with a giant stack of french fries covered in chicken, tzatziki sauce, tomatoes and steamy goodness.

"I need ketchup!" I yelled

"Nor, have you looked a this thing?"

"Have you met me?! I love ketchup!" (Boo Boo Bear once told me I am so obsessed with ketchup, she's afraid to take packets when we eat together.)

"Stop eating! I need to take a picture."

"You're barely eating anything. Stop intagramming things."

"I need to record this moment!"

After we finished our french fries, we wandered around trying to figure out which spot to visit next. Both my brother and I are fans of slider, so we started our way towards Slammin' Sliders. I am a big fan of kobe beef, so this place was perfect. It was cute hearing my brother explain to the cashier how to use the program that he designed. Proud big sister moment. (On a side note, one of Tavs' co-workers said I look younger than my brother. Yippee! I don't look 25.) We bit into our giant onion ring burgers and they crunched and mingled in our mouths. I loved them.

After our burger adventure, we wandered to My Delight Cupcakery. The cupcakes danced around in front of us, taunting us. Each one begging to be picked. But, oh no cupcakes, I hate chocolate cake! I explained to the cashier that I hate chocolate cake, but I like real chocolate. He started explaining all the cupcake goodness standing in front of me. There was Almond Joy, which was a delicious little white cake dipped in something that had to do with almonds (I'm such a good listener.) Really though, I couldn't pay attention to anything he was saying because I was mesmerized by the Peanut Butter Cup Cupcake that was standing in front of me. "I love peanut butter, what's that one?"

"This is a peanut butter cupcake with a peanut butter based frosting dipped in chocolate. There's also a surprise inside."

"I'll take it!"

Tavs looked around and finally decided on a carrot cake. I stared into the window in awe when my eyes fell upon a cupcake called the Breakfast cupcake. "Oh my gosh! I've totally heard of those, brother! I've always wanted to try one! Aaah!"

The cashier must have heard me because he turned to us and asked if we had ever tried the Breakfast Cupcake. Apparently, it's one of their most known cupcakes. I told him I had not, but have heard great things. After all, anything with maple syrup, bacon and buttermilk has to be absolute heaven. He tossed one in for us.

"I think the guy thought you were cute." Tavs said, as we walked away and I showered the cashier with a million thank yous.

"Why....?" I said.

"We just got a Breakfast Cupcake. Either that or he is gay and thought I was cute."

"It was totally me."

Tavs and I ran into his coworker again. "What did you two get!" We showed her our cupcakes and opened up our box. I explained to her that I hate chocolate cake. "Me too!" Tavs exclaimed. "Really?! I never knew that!"

Tavs co-worker started laughing. "Maybe I should just talk more so you two can get to know each other more!"

Worst brother and sister ever.

Needless to say, the cupcakes were amazing. The peanut butter cupcake did not disappoint. In fact, it was a fluffy little ball of joy as I sunk my teeth into a peanut butter cup center. The surprise was the Breakfast cup. At first bite, you can taste the buttermilk cupcake, but as you start to chew the ingredients really come together. Boom! Maple Syrup. Boom! Bacon.

Our food truck mania was a good night.

Spiders in the Bed and Boo Boo Bear

I am convinced that my bed is inhabited by a tiny, little, laughing spider that creeps up on me when I am asleep. It makes me hope those rumors are true that people eat 5 spiders in their lives without knowing it because it occurs in their sleep. In fact, I want to pretend I'm sleeping and jump the spider - and eat him! Often times, I wake up in the morning only to find two or three new bite on my legs. That's what I never understand about bug bites: they never appear near your face or arms.

I wouldn't mind being a black widow. They're bad ass and eat their boyfriends. Random fact from Boo Boo Bear: brown widows are taking over California because they're killing off black widows. They look almost exactly the same, except that they're brown. Does this correlate with the fact that Latinos are taking over California? I think so.

Well, the whole spider in the bed ordeal made me think about my Cinco de Mayo this past year and how Boo Boo Bear was coined as such. My friend Nando often tells me that my life should be a movie, or reality tv show. "Oh, the life you lead, Nor....."

Boo boo bear and I had just come back from Las Vegas with Pen Stealer - might I add this was also the day I was given a speeding ticket? Speeding tickets are such a waste of money and time. They know I'm just going to speed again once they leave...

My friend, Criminalist, had invited me to his Cinco de Mayo party. Boo boo bear was especially excited because it meant that she would be able to watch the "Fight." I kept referring to the "Fight" as the "game," which was irking her a little bit. I have absolutely no interest in boxing - unless it has to do with two boys fighting over me. Even then, I don't like a man that resorts to violence when he is confronted with an argument. I'd much rather see a man use his wit and intellect to win me over.

Little did I know that Criminalist had actually invited me to his birthday party. It wasn't until I arrived that I noted the chocolate cake (I absolutely hate chocolate cake.) Criminalist proceeded to explain to me that the cake was really for everyone else because he has no sweet tooth. I didn't care, because all I wanted were the margarita's his mother was making and spiking with an abundant amount of tequila.

At some point, I was getting tired of drinking. This often occurs when I've spent a week drinking in Vegas and can't bring myself to consume another bit of alcohol. each time Crim's mom was handing me a margarita, I started to pour them down the sink when no one was watching. Or, to my utter horror, Boo boo bear would steal them right from under my nose! This mess in a dress proceeded to be convinced to play beer pong that night.

I have a huge dislike for drinking beer that comes out of a red cup. In fact, I like my beer out of a tap and in a fresh, cold glass. Preferably, it needs to be of a Belgium-origin and NOT bud light. Bud light is just pure desperation, if you ask me. Anyone who would resort to Bud Light has not experienced the beauty of true beer. Moreover, I can't stand drinking out of a red cup that just had a ball thrown into it. It disturbs me that people are okay with drinking out of a cup that had a ping pong ball thrown into it. A ping pong ball that's hit the floor, hit the table, touched a multitude of dirty, oily hands and, occasionally, has run into a spider web or two.

Boo boo bear and I were graciously losing the beer pong fight. She was falling all over the place trying to retrieve the ball, and at one point I saw her tumble into a bush. I, on the other hand, was trying to clean the ping pong ball and make sure my beer was not contaminated. Criminalist is a good friend of mine, and I am often able to convince him to drink my beer for me. His birthday was another example of that considerable ability I have.

Each time a ball fell into my cup, I'd drink a few sips and turn to him. "Please? You know I hate bud light, and it's your birthday. Wouldn't you much rather be getting shit faced with your best friend, Nor, than seeing her get sick?"

"Fine, but you have to take a shot for every beer you don't drink."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

Two losses later, Boo boo bear and I walked into Crim's house. She saw the pool table and proceeded to crawl underneath it. "Get in here, Nor! Let's go to sleep!"

"Cutting you off."

Crim and his friend looked at us. "You two are pretty good friends, aren't you?"

I could see a number of scenarios running through their heads that involved Diana and I. Boys and their strange fantasies. I immediately turned towards Criminalist and smacked him on the back of the head. "Get your mind out of the gutter and play a game of pool, bitch."

"Noreen! Come here!"

Crim's friend, who clearly had a crush on Boo Boo Bear, looked down at her and helped her out. "Want to be on my team?"

"You mean, I have to play against my boo boo bear?!"

"Boo boo bear?"

"Yes! Noreen is my boo boo bear"

"Yeah, don't you know that?!" I said, as I looked at Crim's friend. "Everyone knows D and I are lovers..."

Let's just say that night, Diana and I managed to find our way back to my house, break a jacuzzi and find our way into my bed. I was completely sober by the time we had left Crim's party, but the whole gang came to my house. We tried to turn on the jacuzzi, emptied it and proceeded to open a bottle of Patron. The next morning, Diana and I both woke up laughing. Criminalist was downstairs. Both of us groggily walked down the stairs and jumped into Crim's bed. "Wake up, wake up!!"

"You are both crazy!"

"Let's watch My Cousin Vinny," I said with a smile on my face.

Boo boo bear and Crim looked at my like I was a strange bird. Crim turned to me, "you're way to happy for someone who just downed half a bottle of patron last night...."

Shine Bright Like A Diamond

It never ceases to amaze me the revelations I make when I'm traversing through the wonders of life. This path I lead is quite a tumultuous tumble and I'm beginning to realize that most of it is my fault.

It's come to a point where my story has been played out and I'm just tired of talking about the pig I have to call my ex-boyfriend. Most of the time, my dad and I jokingly say, "I wasn't aware you/I had an ex boyfriend." I like that tale much better.

Long story short, the pig showed up at my work a month ago begging me to unblock him and to speak to him. He told me he really felt the love for me and was sorry he couldn't get his shit together, crying. He asked for another chance. I told him I didn't want to be with him, but we'll see how it goes because coming to my work took a lot of guts...

Fast forward three weeks, I had this sudden inkling that I should go online. There it was - that girl who had called me months before had a picture of them. I called him and told him he had a girlfriend. "No, Nor! She's obsessed with me. She's fucking obsessed. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

I paced my room. The thought that a person I put on a pedestal for six years could do something so sneaky made me mad, angry. Even worse? I wasn't the one who was trying to mend the relationship! I felt betrayed. I called the girl because I had saved her number. Two hour conversation later we both discovered he had been having sex with her at MY FATHER'S office while he was still supposedly trying to work out our relationship - among other terrible things like the fact that his mother was lying to both of us. She told me not to think I was better than her because of all this mess. Funny thing, I remember wondering why he was so kind to me those Saturdays I needed him to cover my shift because Law School required more time from me. She broke up with him, he called me and told me I was poison. I told him never to speak to me again. Then, he called again saying he was sorry for everything he ever did. But, I could hear the arrogance in his voice. This bastard actually believes what he did was okay because it wasn't like he "really" cheated.

The girl is still with him, even after all she knows about what he said about her being obsessive, stupid and that he would never really love her because he'll always love me (his words, not mine). I, on the other hand, now realize that I AM better than her. Not because I have a law degree and am about to be an attorney, not because I worked my ass off for eight years to get through college and law school, not even because I'm going to be making six figures one day - though, those are all awesome perks to being me!! :)

Back on track: I am better because I will never allow that manipulative pig to convince me he is worth more than me, ever again. He's playing the same game with her that he did with me for six years. She is falling for it and I am moving forward. On top of the fact that she is posting pictures publicly for me to see and directing rude comments towards me. Unfortunately for her, I don't check Facebook and have heard such news from my friends whom feel the need to tell me - P.s. Friends, please stop! Most of them tell me she's very unattractive, but that shouldn't matter. Aside from the fact that I'm just happy to be out of that disgusting triangle - self respecting woman, right here!

Obviously I am mad. But, mostly, I am relieved the ordeal is over. I realize he guilted me into a relationship by making me believe other girls were crazy, making me believe he needed me. When I started to second-guess him, he demeaned me and made me feel like less of a person so that I would believe no one else would want to be with me. And what it all boils down to is my own self-image: I let his words be my truth, when all along my reality should have been my own truth. My truth? I am a diamond. I am a gem. I deserve the world. Shoot, maybe the world deserves me! And, sometimes, being an optimist is the WRONG choice. It's okay to realize that there are some fucked up people in this world.

So, my new goal in life is to shine bright like a diamond. How am I doing that? I am focusing on myself and realizing what I am capable of doing - and I am not alone in this journey.

You see, I have my family and I have my friends. I've even turned my faith back to God. The day this all went down, I received a phone call from the Dentist. He was the only other person I'd ever cried over because I lost him in my life. To no surprise, three weeks later I reset my iPhone because when it comes to technology I am mildly retarded. I couldn't figure out how to change a contact name, so I decided to reset my phone and reload all my contacts. Idiotic. I've come to find out it has something to do with how you store contacts through your emails. Stupid technology. It rebooted old conversations I had with Dentist and it made me realize what a tool I was because I was so afraid he would hurt me. I had this huge guard up - on top of the fact that I was studying for the bar exam. I apologized to him immediately afterwards (two days ago) and I am hopeful that he will remain a good friend. After all, everyone needs a handsome dentist in their life. I took it as a sign from God and from life that I would be okay. And I am.

On a side note, there's a bunch of songs out right now using references to diamonds. Since when did people forget that diamond's are a girl's best friend? I have this wine cup from a close friend of mine. It has those exact words: diamonds are a girls best friend. When I was young, I often referred to my friends as diamonds because diamonds are strong and bright. Plus, they make you happy.

Okay, so now that I've said all this, I want you all to know how amazing my life has been lately!!

On Friday, October 5, 2012, for some reason I didn't pack right away. I'm really not sure why - because lately I've had a terrible memory. I'm going to chalk it up to the fact that my brain has used most of its capacity on memorizing laws. In fact, it's often something my cousin, Chicka, likes to make fun of me for. She's a comedian, literally. I often hear her say: "At least you're pretty" or "Nor, wash your fucking hair!" I wash my hair every day now, needless to say. It's mostly because I couldn't take the constant taunting - and because I've noted the error of my ways in photographs. Now-a-days you'll find me sporting a sock bun.

P.s. Looked at those toned arms! Score!! I love bootcamp

So, October 5, 2012 rolls around and I was sitting in my room at 4am bawling and crying my eyes out. I was to embark on a wonderful journey to Mexico on October 6. The problem? I couldn't, for the life of me, find my fucking passport. There my mother was crying because she thought she misplaced my passport (I am still under the belief that she lost it.) My dad was searching through my room and I, for the first time in my life, cussed him out.

"Papa, I've already fucking checked my bed three times. You looking there isn't going to change the fact that it's NOT under my bed. Get out of my room. You're not going to like what you find under my bed!"

He gave me his classic "shocked face" and walked out of my room. I proceeded to cry again and wailed to the world, "that's it! I'm not going to Mexico!"

At 5:40am I was sleeping in my bed when my mother ran into my room, "I found it!"

"Go away. I'm sleeping."

"I found it! I found it"

"What? WHAT?! Where?!"

"In your suitcase."

My dad walks in. "See Nor, you WERE the one who lost it."

I looked at him, annoyed. "No, thank you. I did NOT put it in my suitcase. That's the dumbest place to put a passport."

"Go pack, we leave in 2 hours."

"Ugh."

We reach the airport and the rest of our group was venturing, slowly into the airport. We were going on a trip with 30 attorneys and friends of attorneys. My dad, who is worse at technology then I am, was staring into a giant computer.

"How do I check us in?" He asked, looking at the machine like it were a foreign object. One of the things that drives me nuts about my dad is that he literally types on a keyboard with two fingers. It makes me want to make him play the game I used to play when I was a kid: read, write and type. A God-awful game I was obsessed with that forced you to learn how to type and, quite frankly, would love to track down and play some time.

"Seriously?" I looked at him like he were an alien.

"Not all of us are travel experts like you, Mimis."

I threw my things down.

"Give me the confirmation code, I will show you how it is done."

I punched in the numbers.

'ERROR FINDING YOUR RESERVATION'

Type. Type. Type.

"ERROR FINDING YOUR RESERVATION'

"This machine is stupid."

My mom put her two cents in, "I think they gave us the wrong codes."

"Obviously." I chimed in, because that's what I'd rather believe than believing that a seasoned traveler like myself couldn't figure out how to use a computer. Stupid machine.

"Hey! I think you can put your passports in it. Give me your passport, Papa."

I took his passport. We both eyed the machine; now I felt like I was deteriorating to my father's level of technological prowess.

"Uhm, maybe you can put it in that little slot."

"Mimis, that's for credit cards."

"Yeah, but they wouldn't say you could use your passports unless you could shove a passport in there."

I proceeded to try to shove the passport into a small slot, clearly meant for a credit card. Yes. I swear I went to law school.

"What's that thing." My dad said, pointing to a little slot to the side of the screen.

"Oh, I think it's for passports...."

I wish I could say it was a hop, skip and a jump from there....but it wasn't. You see, my dumbass forgot that we had to check luggage. We had to track down a United Airlines clerk. We got onto the plane okay. As you can tell from my story, I made it back alive.

As we exited the plane in Merida, Mexico, I could only think one thing: it smells like moldy walls. Mexico in the summertime has this very distinctive smell that one can only describe as a musty, moldy wet smell. The tropical storms that plague Mexico often leave you in a state of confusion and terror as you try to figure out whether you should trek into the wind that blows away cars, at least in my head it blows away cars, or stay inside of a building and watch shopping carts fly into the store. I swear, this has happened to me.

SIDE STORY

My dad always convinces me that we should wait out storms. I don't know why I believe him. Let's picture three little kids: my brother Tavs, Chicka and myself with my dad. We were about 10, 12 and 13 in this little town called Tepotzlan.

"Look guys, everyone keeps walking in that direction. Let's follow them."

"I'm hungry." I said.

"I'm tired." Tavs said.

"I'm wearing platforms." Jessica said.

The four of us proceeded to walk over to this wooded area that resembled a place you would see in a horror film. My dad asked everyone where they were going. "It's a pyramid. Ruins. They're at the top of the mountain."

"How far away," my dad asked.

"Not far," everyone said.

We started walking. Two hours in, I had had it. I looked at my dad and said, "I'm NOT walking up this hill." "Fine, you can wait here. I knew you wouldn't be able to do it." This is a weakness of mine. I am stubborn and I like to prove people wrong. I sat with my arms crossed, angry. I watched as Tavs, Chicka and my dad walked up the hill. Then, I started to walk. I wasn't going to let my dad tell me what I could and couldn't do. Five hours later we made it to the top. Mind you, we had to walk up rickety ladders and across jagged edges. Only later to find out that there are five deaths a year up that terrible place. Chicka was complaining and irritated, "everyone kept saying we were almost there and it took us five hours to get here! I'm going to do the same thing when we walk down."

Tavs and Chicka started to walk down. I told my dad I wanted pictures by the pyramid, so we decided to meet Tavs and Chicka.

On the walk down, a tropical storm hit. My dad and I were getting drenched in hot, humid rain. I was beginning to look like a poor, little Mexican kid that belongs in the street. In fact, I actually did get some pesos from people once we finished the ordeal. My dad's bright idea? Let's stand under a rock and wait it out. Half an hour later the storm had not passed and I realized that our haven was actually a little water fall that the storm had created. My father and I proceeded to walk down as I kept getting dirt all over myself.

Meanwhile, Chicka was sitting at the bottom of the hill with Tavs. "They died. That's the only explanation, Tavs."

Tavs was crying.

"Seriously," Jessica said,"Noreen probably slipped and broke her leg and now Papa has to carry her down. Or maybe they fell off the cliff."

Tavs' eyes got big, "Maybe they drowned."

Then, there we were Papa and I walking slowly down the mountain as I pouted.

"You look like a poor, Mexican child, Weiner (my nickname)."

"Whatever."

So, again.... my dad has the uncanny ability to convince people that storms will pass - and they do, but not in the five minutes he thinks they will.

MAIN STORY LINE Whilst in Mexico, I met the governor of Yucatan and the Supreme Court Justice. I was able to meet and make some new friends. I am deadly afraid of heights, and I managed to go zip lining! It's always a beautiful moment hearing the judge you clerked for yell from behind, "Get over it and get on the zip line!"

Since my trip, I've been polishing my dim interior. All about self-image of yourself, right?

I wrote a motion for the law firm I am working, and it was granted! I am finally working my own case, under supervision - of course. Plus, a bunch of people have been telling me I am beautiful lately. My mom's friends, a gas station attendant, girls, boys. I think it's because I have this constant smile on my face at the fact that I really do have a blessed life.

Plus, I have to smile to hide the fact that I am in CONSTANT pain from training for a half-marathon. I f*cking hate running and decided it would be a good idea. I've lost about 12 pounds so far. I'd like to think of it as a total achievement. My friend Pea in a Pod and I have been texting each other non-stop. We are both re-vamping our lives and shining like the diamonds we are meant to be. She also has this uncanny ability to make me feel like I didn't do a bad thing...and that all I need to do is run an extra mile to make it all better.

I'll let you know how that marathon goes.

Put Yourself First

I have finally finished studying for and taking the bar exam. After the ordeal has ended, I have only one thought on my mind: put yourself first.

I do not, by any means, regret pursuing a Juris Doctor. However, there are moments in my life where I wonder what life would have been like had I pursued a "Doctor of Medicine" (MD.)

When I was a little girl, I always toyed with the idea of becoming a doctor. In fact, my father's dream for his little girl was for her to be a successful doctor. It was my dream throughout my college career. The minute I walked into my Neuroscience courses, I was enthralled by the topics, the subjects. I knew that if I pursued a Medical Doctor, I would be a Neuropharmocologist or a Neurologist. Even now, I have an unexplainable attraction to learning about the human brain.

Well, here is where my thought about why putting myself first comes in....

A good slap in the face: seeing an ad on Craigslist from a La Verne Law grad who was top of their class - they graduated with a 3.1 at an undergraduate state school.

I graduated with a 3.8 at a Claremont College (despite having pursued a Neuroscience major for 2 1/2 years.) As many science majors will tell you, it is f*cking difficult to do well in a science course. I was, by no means, an exceptional student. However, I followed the courses and path that I loved - because I had passion.

However, I was completely in love and head over heels for someone who was completely wrong for me. He was wrong for me because he didn't show me the love and support a person should expect and deserve from their significant other.

My last year of college, I was a complete mess. I had switched majors to Psychology and Organizational Studies (Business) with a minor in Chicano Studies. There were two requirements that I needed to fulfill to pursue an M.D., and I had already had my foot through the door for a post-bac degree in medicine at John's Hopkins or Scripps College - one of which would have guaranteed me admission into a Medical School. Instead, I asked my boyfriend for his opinion. He told me that he supported whichever decision I made, but I could hear in his voice that he didn't want me to leave. I had already been working three part-time jobs to support him, his family and myself, which to this day has gone unnoticed. So, in November of 2008 I made a rash decision and applied for the LSAT. Without a course to back me up and relatively no knowledge of what the LSAT entailed, I walked into the LSAT and took the exam. I managed to score a 150 - which is not a high score, at all! But, it didn't matter to me because I had a plan.

I was going to attend law school so that I could marry and support my ex-boyfriend until he fulfilled HIS dream of going to law school. Then, I would pursue my dream of an M.D. while he supported our future family. I was a proud girl - ring on my finger and dreams in my heart. The names of our future children and the vision of our future home in Pasadena pushed me through the application process. I was given the opportunity to attend a school in New York (Syracuse), a school in Florida and even UNLV. My ex-boyfriend, however, decided to inform me that he could not move in with me if I left California. My dreams were crushed. At the last minute, a good friend of mine informed me about a small law school in Ontario, California. I applied.

It was Summer of 2009, one week before I was supposed to move across the country for Law School. I had already exhausted all my other options: post-bacc and any other law school was out of the picture. I distinctly remember sitting outside the registration office of Santa Monica College - I was going to fulfill my science requirements to pursue an M.D. There was no way I could leave the boy I loved for a dream that I wasn't sure I wanted. If he wasn't moving in with me, I was going to finish my science requirements, postpone our marriage and be a neuropharmocologist. That's when my phone buzzed - an email from the law school in Ontario, California came in informing me that I had been accepted. It was the happiest day of my life - or so I thought.

Throughout my first year of law school, I was unsure of myself. There were moments where I would cry in my room because I felt so alone. My ex-fiance tried to support me, but his insecurities got in the way of his love. He accused me, constantly, of cheating on him. He often told me he didn't want me to feel like I had settled. He often left me crying in my bed after our fights, ignoring me and pushing me into a dark consumption. So, instead of focusing on law school, I went out with my friends twice a week and treated my graduate experience like an extension of undergraduate. I would have drinks with my friends, go to clubs and walk into class every day un-prepared. Then, my ex-boyfriend came around. Again, instead of focusing on law school, I consumed myself in trying to make him happy, trying to help him with his depression and overwhelming both of us with my obsession of making our future perfect. We both destroyed our relationship, but mostly, he destroyed my self-confidence and I allowed it.

My second year of law school, I had an amazing opportunity to be on the board of a local Bar Association in Los Angeles. I worked hard and found a passion for law, for human rights and for building a support system for my community. My ex-boyfriend broke off our engagement, began to have violent tendencies and constantly belittled my achievements. During the summer of 2010, I was given the opportunity to submit for Law Review. The night before the submission was due, I was sitting at the computer crying. The ex-boyfriend had finished berating my achievements, he had told me I was worthless and I became worthless - because I couldn't see how amazing my achievements had been. I couldn't bring myself to study for the California Civil Procedure final that I had the next evening. I couldn't bother to finish my submission for law review because I was consumed with thoughts that I wasn't good enough.

My ex-boyfriend and I decided to pursue couples therapy. We had held off our engagement, but we still wanted to work out our relationship (or so, I thought.) I was so focused on fixing something broken, that I couldn't see our relationship was unhealthy. He was acting strangely, speaking to a girl that I had never heard of before. My the first semester of my last year of law school, he constantly called me crying and telling me how much he hated me. Then, he would tell me he loves me and wants to work out our relationship. I would fall asleep listening to him tell me, "I fucked up on you. How could I walk away from someone as beautiful as you. I miss your intelligence; I miss your touch." I would constantly cry myself to sleep - hiding all my pain behind a smile. I could hear myself talking about him, see my friends hate the sound of his name because they could see that I was destroying myself. I couldn't stop the pattern I had fallen into: self-destruction. It wasn't until I met a person who made me feel like I had value that I bothered to look in the mirror and accept that I am a strong person who deserves to be valued and successful.

During the bar exam, my ex-boyfriend called me crying one night. He was telling me I was the only person that could make him happy and feel good. I told him I wanted nothing to do with him. To my surprise, I received a phone call at 3 in the morning. It was the girl that I had suspected he was cheating on me with, the girl he denied even having a friendship with. She told me to leave him alone, that he belonged to her. It shook my core, destroyed a budding relationship I had with the person that helped me feel valued and made me lose focus. During the bar exam, my ex-boyfriend told me how he wanted to mend our relationship, that he had stopped all contact with that girl and that he had just been using her. "If she wants to be a dumbass and get attached, that's her deal. I don't even like her like that; she's just there. She is nothing to me." I was angry. This young girl was a mother of two children and, instead of hating her for calling me and shaking my core, I wanted to help her. I called her; she confirmed that they were still dating. So,I told her I wanted the truth for both of us. I said, "I don't want to be your friend, but I think you need to know what he is saying. I'll be honest, I thought he and I could work things out, but I'm realizing he's just a liar. I am sure he says terrible, worse things about me. I think both of us deserve better. I am about to be a lawyer and you are a mother of two children. You choose your path, but on my part - I know that I want something better than this." She thanked me. I wished her the best. At that moment, I was so focused on myself, on my REAL future, that I knew what I needed to do - pass the bar exam.

So, I detached myself from the world for a whole month. I wrote in this blog. I studied my ass off for the bar exam. I don't have the results and I am hoping they are great - but let me tell you what I learned:
When you follow your passion and put yourself first, everything falls into place. I am now working for a law firm and have been producing some of the best work of my life. More importantly, I recently won an asylum case - a gang-asylum case. Those are the most difficult types of cases to have granted, but with all my hard work (and my wonderful friend's hard work) we won our case. My second semester of my law school career, I spend more time in the library then I had ever spend in my whole law school career. Though at time the process was frustrating, time consuming and the last thing I wanted to do - I worked hard for my client, worked hard for the case and I succeeded because I put myself and my client first.

I don't regret my relationship. Unfortunately, I am a constant optimist who has hope that people can overcome their obstacles and lead a fruitful life. I still believe in that boy and wish him the best. We brought out the worst in each other, but that doesn't mean either of us is a bad person. I don't know what the next chapter of my life will hold, but I do know one thing: I am putting myself first. The next chapter of my life will not include darkness, obsession or self-deprecation. Instead, I am focused on making my world a better, healthy environment.

Decisions

Decisions

I was lying in bed tonight, restless. It has been happening lately since the bar exam is literally days away. I am anxious and afraid. I am trying to keep a positive energy. But, I am also thinking about decisions.

One decision can change your life; it is either wrong or right. On the MBE portion of the exam, we are asked to deduce between four answers. Typically one will be clearly wrong, another one will look decent (but you know it's the wrong answer due to some nuance), then there are the two that seem so sweet. One will take you down a dark road and the other will lead to your sweet taste of success or happiness.

Decisions can be life changing and make the course of our paths different. They might make us walk in a different direction, towards something...away from something. 

Its been a month and for some reason, I can't take a decision out of my head. I replay the words that I said and realize how something that seemed so right, was the complete opposite of what I was trying to say.

Words have different meanings. In words we find ambiguity or clarity. Sometimes an answer will change based on an "if" or "because." It is very much like life where our word choices can be our downfall. 

Instead of, "I am going to miss you." A person will say, "you're leaving." Instead of telling someone, "I am so afraid to miss you." A person might say, "I don't know where this is going." 

Instead of saying, "I need to focus on studying. I like you a lot, but need to turn my phone off. Don't worry. I will be thinking of you ." A person will say, "Maybe we should try to be friends for a while."

It's these decisions, word choices, that make or break a situation. I keep thinking about how many of my friends tell me: "never let someone know how you feel; they are just going to use you." We internalize these words and begin to over think things. It's the same with the bar exam. You stare at a hypo and start worrying, "maybe I should have said this....maybe that wasn't the right issue." Instead of going with what you know, you go with a misguided path of insecurity or fear.

I answered a text today while I was extremely happy. I had just bought the Hello Kitty Dodger Bobble Head. It led to a phone call. It led to a bittersweet moment wherein I realized: Once a tornado is away from a storm, maybe there can be peace. The decision to stay apart will make both those natural disasters a better environment. Some environments were not meant to be, but our decision to live through them can help us learn from our mistakes. Some answer choices are best left erased. In your time of confusion, they seem so promising... But it isn't the right choice for that fact-pattern.

Decisions will make or break you. Maybe I crushed my own heart thinking I was protecting it. It's frustrating, not having someone's positive energy around. Or being able to see them, knowing it will make you smile. It's frustrating staring at your choices and not knowing which one to make... Because you're so sure that it is the right answer, even though it is a huge red herring!

Like the MBE taught me - learn from your mistakes so you can get it right the next time. Decision of the day? I am going to smile every day and be positive. I will walk into that exam room with confidence because I deserve it. I have worked too hard not to succeed. 

When I was 5 years old I made a decision. Now, at 25 - twent years later - it is game on. Decisions change our lives.... Which is why they should be well calculated.

The Open Heart

Some people don't deserve the energy we put into them. I've been listening to my friends talk about their friendship break-ups and their relationship break-ups. I myself have been thinking about my bout with a break-up, and my most recent miscommunication. It's hard to think that we spend so much time thinking about another person when they don't even seem to think about us.

I was told that at the end of the day, the most important thing is that we communicate what we desire to people. I agree on a superficial and idealistic level. But on a realistic level, at the end of the day the most important thing is that we protect our hearts and our skin. It all begins when we are babies. Babies are these ever curious creatures that need to be nurtured - parents cradle them in their arms to protect them from the harms of the world. The world is a place that quickly claims innocence and a lot of it has to do with the fact that people harden themselves. Instead of communicating and trying to find a middle ground - there are people in the world that are selfish. Instead of trying to make the world a better place - people let the darkness get the best of them and believe there is no good in the world.

The other day, my mother lost her wallet at the local grocery store. I watched her cry for an hour as she realized our house payment had been in the wallet - a total of $3,000. Low and behold, someone had turned in her wallet and hadn't even taken a cent. It's people like that, with integrity, morals and honesty that truly make this world an amazing place. People who are selfless are often seen as weak. In reality, those are the people that are strongest because they realize that they are vulnerable in a world of cats and dogs. They are vulnerable and still put their hearts out there to help other people and make the best of things.

One of the things that struck me while working with the Bar Association last year was how frustrated attorneys would get when they would offer free services to people. People would yell at them, scoff at them or treat them liked the attorney owed them everything. These attorneys would say to me, "I don't know why I keep doing this for people that are so ungrateful. They don't give a f*ck that I'm sitting here in the sun listening to them and trying to help when I could be in my backyard with my wife and kid." Yet time and time again, these same attorney show up at legal fairs to volunteer.

This girl I knew literally would put her heart on a platter because she was and still is a hopeless romantic. Her boyfriend would leave her in bed alone because he preferred watching soccer games on television or going on the internet. Rarely did he actually spend time with her when they were together. On her birthday, he would invite his friends to her house, drink beer and wouldn't even touch her, hold her hand or spend time with her. He would be accusing her of wanting to cheat or be up in her room watching soccer clips. This girl's boyfriend treated her like she was an object and rarely kissed her, held her hand or said thank you. This girl believed in her boyfriend so much that she would pay for his books for school, pack him a lunch every day and give him gas money because she always thought that if she could make his life easier, he would succeed and they would have a fairy tale ending.

I have a friend who is extremely giving. He spends his time listening to his friends cry about how terrible their lives are because they can't find a job or a man. Then, these friends will go behind his back and turn people against him. This guy listens to his friend tell him that they've given up on their dream, but still gives them a hand to hang on to. He even had the courage to visit the person he loved in jail while that person couldn't even say a simple, "I love you." I love this guy because he is filled with hope that there is good in the world, that this world has something amazing.

I had a friend once who came to my house because I couldn't breathe. My parents were on vacation and I was sick at home with strep throat, tonsillitis and pneumonia. She drove all the way to my house at 11:30 pm just to be there for me and sleep at my house so I wouldn't be alone.

My parents are extremely giving people, and I think it is from them I learned to have a kind heart and have humility. My father is the type of man that would pack a box of groceries for one of his secretaries because she didn't have enough food to feed her children. My mother is the type of woman who would pay for a person's mechanic bill because they couldn't afford it themselves. My parents are amazing and it makes me so angry when I see them get taken advantage of. But, there was something my mother told me once that made me realize how important it is to be giving.

My mother looked at me and said, "I don't regret giving away the things I've given even if a person is ungrateful, because at the end of the day I know that I did what I could to help them. One day, someone will really need the help I give and they will be truly grateful. You can't give up on the world because one person did you wrong."

People that give are the strongest people in this world because despite the cruel people in this world, they walk with their hearts and arms open. They know that they will be beat and stepped on. Yet, they sill go into the battlefield and do what they can do make a better life for themselves and for others.

It has made me realize that people are defined by how they live their life, not whom they live it with or what they have. These people don't have to give everything up to have someone be in their life because standing alone they are truly impeccable.

However, there are times when it is not worth it. Think about the energy we spend dwelling and obsessing over a person. I had a friend once who literally broke my heart. We were friends for a good 11 months when she finally showed her true colors. I begged for her to forgive me, asked her to work things out and would text her how I feel about her. One day, I woke up and realized I was apologizing to someone who wasn't worth my time. I had done nothing to her, she had her own insecurities and blamed them on me. I had opened my heart too wide.

So, I had to think about it: who am I living for?

Recognize the person in the mirror - I have looked in the mirror sometimes and not recognized the person staring back at me. I've felt lost and alone; I've even self-deprecated myself into believing no friends loved me or think about me. Shocker - I'm REALLY sensitive. It's something only my closest friends and family know about me. I hide it with sarcasm and a rough exterior. I express myself through words best, because I've been writing since I was four years old. I have an open heart, but I guard it and shield it because I've learned that at the end of the day, a person can only choose for themselves their own path. I can only control myself, I can't tell other people - beg other people - to be in my life. I'll open my heart, and people can see me as weak. At the end of the day, I'm living for me and for making the world a better place.

That girl that I though was my friend? She made me think that my own family hated me. Her lies would consume our family gatherings and people began to believe some of those lies she told. A snakes venom can be seen from a mile away and once a person has been poisoned, that poison seeps out. Her lies were uncovered and my family was there to support me at the end of the day. People will be deceived, but if you cannot learn to forgive, then you will never forget.

It's also important, though, to remember what Eleanor Roosevelt said: Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. At some point, when a snake spits their venom you have to think: who cares what that person thinks! You've given them so much of your time. Looking at your phone, checking your voicemail, seeing if they've sent you a message on Facebook, apologizing to them via text message. At the end of the day, there is a reason they are not on your road and in your life. It is because they do not deserve to be in your life.

The time you spend on them, the time you dwell? That's time you could be watching your favorite show, putting on make-up, hiking....

There are times where the pain will be so bad that we can't breathe, but we have to learn to stop begging. Someone who makes you beg doesn't deserve to have you in their life. They are clearly too insecure or too involved in their own darkness to be worth having in your life.

Never again will I try to change a person's mind or try to make them see my worth. If they can't see my worth, they are blind. People don't deserve the energy we put into them, but that doesn't mean we should close our hearts. I'm a hopeless romantic and optimist. I really believe that there is good in the world. There are people who are going to return wallets with $3,000, there are people who will drive to your house in the middle of the night and people in our lives that will be there to cradle us when we need protection. Before we can protect others, we need to learn to protect ourselves. It's easy to fall into darkness and take the easy way out. It's hard to open our hearts and keep giving, even though we've been hurt in the past. And, when someone opens their heart to you, don't overlook that person. They might not open their hearts to you again.

In life, we have to roll with the punches and protect ourselves, but keeping an open heart and being vulnerable can be a good thing. At the end of the day, the things you do will define you. Do you want to be the person that was selfish and stole $3,000? Or do you want to be the person that made a change in this world? Life rewards those that open their hearts and do good things.

That girl that would pack her boyfriend lunch all the time? That was me. I'm about to take the bar exam and become an attorney. He's consumed in a life of lies: lies to a girl while he tries to call me and beg me to come back. How do I know this? The poor girl called me. Last I heard, some of his closest friends have turned their back on him. The last time I spoke to him, he was crying about how he wished he had the past. It's too late. I opened my heart, he crushed it. I've learned my lesson with that one. Does it mean that I'm going to keep my heart closed to the rest of the world? No, because I know there are people out there who deserve to be in my life. People I can't wait to meet!

I know that lately I've opened up and spoken about the ex - maybe it's because it was a sore subject I never wanted to discuss. Seeing my friends hurt for similar reasons that I was hurt frustrates me because I can't protect them from pain. But, I can tell them that life will bring them amazing things by sharing my story.

We choose our own paths - we can choose a path of darkness or we can choose a life worth living. All that matters to me is that at the end of the day, I am happy. I have a family that supports me and friends that go to dinner with me at random Italian restaurants and have intellectual conversations with me - or make fun of me for pretending the blonde highlights have gotten to my head.

So, who am I living for? I am living for me. But, I'm never going to stop being a hopeless romantic or having an open heart because giving makes me happy. I don't give because I think it makes me look good, I give because it makes me feel like I've made the world a better place. It's not easy to have an open heart because being hurt is painful, but it's better than being the person who causes the pain. Those are the people that will never have a moment of TRUE happiness. Misery loves company, but courage has the power - an open heart has the power.