British TV = Jolly Good

Law & Order: UK

So, I was searching for something to save me from the 'Keeping Up With the Kardashians' marathon on E! this weekend when I came across 'Law & Order: UK' on BBC America.  I'm officially obsessed.  Not only am I a sucker for an English accent (hello DS Devlin, last man on the right in the picture above), but watching the prosecutors try the cases makes me want to become a barrister and move to the UK.  Practicing law is already pretty cool (at least that's what I hear, since I'm still waiting on bar results), but practicing law in a gown and wig?  Addressing the judge as "my lord" or "my lady" instead of "your honor?"  Yes, please.

I discovered two other shows during my weekend long British Invasion:

Luther

Conveniently, I discovered 'Luther' just as it was starting on BBC America.  It's a six-part miniseries about a detective (Idris Elba, who most in the US will recognize from 'The Wire') who is back to hunting down violent criminals after suffering a mental breakdown from the last case he was on.  My favorite character though has to be Alice, partially because she's a redhead and partially because she's so frightening (she killed her entire family and got away with it).  My Sunday nights won't be so lonely anymore since 'Mad Men' and 'Rubicon' are done for the season.

Top Gear

'Top Gear' is an hour long car show and it's hilarious.  I don't know what else to say other than watch it.

I really want to move to the UK now...

To Be a Professional...

The Plaid Lab via Beast Pieces

These have to be the most awesome business cards in the world!  If I had a title that was something more professional than "unemployed law student/professional channel surfer," I'd want something as bright and colorful as these.

Hopefully soon.

Sparkle Sparkle

Washingtonian

I want these shoes more than I want chocolate cake drizzled with caramel sauce.  Sooo...a lot.

They may not be ruby red (except for the signature red Laboutin sole), but I feel like if you click your heels together while wearing these shoes, you'd be transported to someplace magical...

I Had a Dream Last Night...

...that I logged on to the California Bar website, scrolled down the list, and saw my name in big, bold letters on the pass list.  For some reason my mom was there too and I literally tackled her down to the ground because I was jumping up and down, screaming and crying.  I felt so relieved.

Less than five weeks until I find out whether that dream will become a reality...

28

I have a love/hate relationship with birthdays.

In high school, I always felt like I was the one to go all out for everyone's special day.  Not because I was expecting the favor to be returned when my day came around, but because my own birthday was my favorite holiday.  Halloween, Christmas, they didn't measure up.  Birthdays are the one day you can legitimately make it all about you for 24 hours.  In the end though, I was let down because the most I would get from anyone that wasn't related to me was a simple "happy birthday."  And honestly, I think that's only because in high school they always announced birthdays during the morning announcements.

In college, my freshman year roommate, Erika, threw me my first surprise birthday.  It was the best thing ever, only to be topped the following year when I was blind folded and taken to dinner at Medieval Times and brought back to my apartment to a second surprise party.  Birthdays in college just seemed like a lot more fun because the people around me seemed to enjoy them as much as I did.  I didn't need expensive gifts, just having friends coming over to yell surprise or just to stop in and say hey was enough to make me happy.

Everything since college has been a bit of a mixed bag.  Nothing horrible, a few near disasters, but on the whole, it's been mostly okay.  Maybe I'm expecting too much and that's why as midnight draws closer and my 28th birthday is officially over, I feel a little underwhelmed/disappointed.  This year especially since I'm in a bit of a life limbo at the moment.

All I know is that as I type this, there's 7 minutes left of my birthday.  Everyone that I really truly care about has said happy birthday except for one.  And in a day and age where Facebook alerts you to whose birthday it is, there really isn't an excuse to forget anymore.  And unfortunately, I'm letting the one birthday holdout shape my view of my 28th birthday.

So on the whole, 28 could be worse.  I just wish there wasn't the one holdout...