Alex calls me an old lady. And while I know I have always been an old soul, at least now I have company. A convo with one of my friends from school:
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VC: So i got my hair cut today. Not anything drastic at all, but i was kind of jealous of the people getting really funky cuts and dying their hair bright red and magenta . . .
Me: do it VC!
VC: ... bc if i did that i prob wouldnt get a job [note: VC already has a great job lined up so I have no idea what she's worried]. I dyed my hair purple before . . . at [my old job] things were more tolerable since it was still a little artsy. Used to use blue mascara.....but now I'm old and responsible and am a future attorney. I'm gray.
Me: How sad. We're old complaining about the noise in the library and about young'uns [undergrads] on the bus.
VC: and the noise in the shuttle. haha. Yeah... sigh
Me: JK didn't want to school because her bag would hurt her back
VC: and CM plays bridge
Me: man, time to ship us off to the nursing home
VC: Seriously
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Note: I just realized that one of my good friends, who also happens to be in law school, had sent me an invitation to join a group AARP-Youth Chapter. Part of the description: We may look youthful and fancy-free, but deep inside each of us is an aged grandparent ready to bust out the Aspercreme and brew a pot of tea. So true.
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Note: I just realized that one of my good friends, who also happens to be in law school, had sent me an invitation to join a group AARP-Youth Chapter. Part of the description: We may look youthful and fancy-free, but deep inside each of us is an aged grandparent ready to bust out the Aspercreme and brew a pot of tea. So true.
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I'm convinced that law school is a retirement home for the old at heart.
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