It should feel more like Christmas

It doesn't quite feel like Christmas yet. I guess the fact that I'll be going back to effing Boston in less than two weeks now is always in the back of my mind, and that's putting a damper on things. But I don't want it to. I want to be the crazy, fun chick that had no worries, no regrets from this summer. We'll see.

The trip home happened after a late Thursday night after my last law school exam. Horrid. Drunkenness, wonderful. But, you'll enjoy this list of things, maybe, maybe not.

Reasons contributing to my drunkenness
1. Sober since October.
2. Taking swigs of 99 Blackberries in between nearly every drink of beer for the first two.
3. Adding 99 Blackberries to every mixed drink I got thereafter.
4. 6 beers.
5. Jell-O shots. I don't know how many. I had forgotten about the Jell-O shots.

Reasons I know I was zonked.
1. I thought I knew which train to get on. Unfortunately, Adam had to come running after me to stop me going on the one going the opposite direction.
2. I called several people and spoke in an impeccable Australian accent. I do that when I get drunk and I'm in the right mood.
3. I don't remember showering, though there is no chance I didn't.

Thursday's drunkenness was well earned though. After the barrage of tests all of us that went out and to the parties afterwards were ready to get the memory of them gone.

But I'm finally home after quite a trip. I recounted the whole thing while I was waiting in Atlanta. Observe:

Yay I hate AirTran Airlines. You will see why. I don’t hate the pilots, but the people in charge are really running kind of a sham when you think about it. I have not heard a single flight that I could have gotten on that they were not asking for people to volunteer to give up their seats and take a later flight. So, in other words, even though they aren’t supposed to overbook these flights, they are doing it badly (up to 20 people in one instance) on every single flight.

So the story starts in Boston on the 19.

I get to the airport with plenty of time to try to get on an earlier flight to Atlanta. No such luck. So I’m stuck in the airport, watching the snow start to come down, wondering if my flight will even leave that night. Now, I had already planned on spending the night in an airport somewhere because I knew this storm was coming, but I thought that once I got out of Boston, I’d be ok. More on that later. So the people who were on my flight were watching the time of our flight slowly get delayed, first 15 minutes, then a half hour. The flight before ours was cancelled, and the one before that was already a detour from another airport that had already been snowed in. Basically, these people were coming from West Palm Beach, heading to somewhere in upstate New York. When they were nearly there, they got word that the airport was closed, so they rerouted to Logan, where they were stuck. AirTran wasn’t telling them ANYTHING. What finally happened was they were sent BACK to Palm Beach, where they would try again later.

So we were all on edge, will it go out, won’t it? Finally our plane gets there and we do get on. This is about 6:45 or so. The flight attendants knew we were already on edge, so they tried to make jokes, like when we pulled away from the gate, the lights went out, they told us that the reading lights were above, push them once to turn on the light, the second time would turn off the light, and if we pushed it a third time we would be ejected from the aircraft. Then we get told we would be de-iced and then we could go. The whole process would take about 45 minutes. OK. Fine. Then the fun starts.

The pilot told us that it was taking longer than usual to get the de-icer truck there. Then even longer. Then “I don’t even know how to say this.” Aw crap. They had sent the truck, but no-one to de-ice.

So, let me get this straight. You sent the truck, but not the guy who actually knows how to work the sprayer. No, no, I swear, it makes complete sense to me.

So we get de-iced. Eventually. Then, “I really don’t know what to tell you at this point, folks,” we get told the runways are closed, they would have to plow them and that we would have to get de-iced. Again.

Luckily we had started a kind of camaraderie you only find in situations like this, there were quite a few college kids going out that night. The blonde boy across the aisle stole my heart when he started singing “Always look on the bright side of life,” from Monty Python. All the people around us were pretty cool. And the pilots realized we’re getting antsy so they invite us up to the cockpit to show us what’s going on. It was pretty cool.

So if you can believe it, we did get de-iced again, and we did make it off the ground. Once we were reliably in the air, the entire cabin started clapping and cheering. Amazing. But once we landed in Atlanta at 1:30 am, we had been on that plane for over 6 and a half hours for what was supposed to be a 2 and a half hour flight.

I got a scandalous text and drunken call from this one guy, long story, at 2:30, then actually got to sleep. I’m one that usually CANNOT sleep anywhere other than my own bed, so the fact that I slept close to 6 hours while people filled in the chairs all around me is quite impressive.

Tried to get on the first flight to Moline, but of course they had overbooked that one, so no luck, but I did have a confirmed seat on the second one out at about 3:30. I’m not giving that seat up for any amount of money. I am never flying AirTran again. I should have never cheated on Northwest

Also, realizing I hadn't deleted my googlespam for awhile. I had no idea there was such a pressing need for me to "perform" on Christmas Eve or to make my penis stronger or to show my sweetheart how much I love 'heer.' This is just disturbing. It should not be legal to tout your product as being used by Santa Clause to f*** housewives and their daughters. Although I'm slightly amused, as always. Goodbye spam. At least I don't have to get through the gmail goggles to get rid of them.

Merry Christmas!!!

There is life outside your apartment

Besides law school, that is. Yay!
Have any of you ever heard of Improv Everywhere? It's a group based in New York that does random things in public places, and I "joined" the Boston spin-off. Sunday was the first event. It was wonderful, but, I'm not going to tell you about it here. I'm going to wait to tell you about it when I actually talk to you (those of you that I will eventually actually talk to or care enough to ask). Because right now I either need to just enjoy the feeling it finally gave me (joy, humor, comraderie) and keep it to myself, or talk with people (yay social interaction). So now it's in your hands.
But, because of this experience, I am now entrusting all of my major life decisions to K. She is the one who told me I *must* go. And it was wonderful. So, if you want something, you must go through her first.

But law school. Yeah. I think a girl from my class put it best when she saw me as she was getting off the train and said, "Don't you just hate your life right now?" Yeah.

Teehee. I just put my new books for next semester and realized I now have the "Model Penal Code." Dirty. Too many jokes to even know where to begin. And yes, for being a law student my mind is still that immature.

Other than that, not a lot is going on. I'm having a very hard time focusing on anything right now, kind of a rough week, but it is for everybody because it's finals. I fly out on Friday, but I have a very distinct feeling that I may be spending the night in Atlanta because of the ice Iowa is supposed to get. Tomorrow I break my sobriety, it'll be amazing.

< 4 days till AMES!!!

Body. Still. Dealing. With. The. Trauma.

Breathe in, breathe out. *Twitch.* Breathe in, breathe out. *Twitch*twitch.*

Civil Procedure was supposed to be the hardest, it was supposed to be the most traumatic. I have never . I. Can't even put a full sentence together to describe the way I feel right now. Torts. There was something about break-dancing Elmo and Sara Bareilles "Love Song" started randomly playing on an iPod somewhere in the middle... I barely finished, I could have written for another two hours and barely covered everything, and this was a three-hour exam to begin with. This was the first time in my entire life that I felt like I needed to listen to death metal to calm down. Get that? To CALM DOWN. I only had one song that fit the bill, and I had that on repeat until I was able to chill out enough to put on Saint Radar. I could feel my chest shaking, but I felt like I needed to DO something, I just didn't know what. Turned out even doing a little thing was a bad idea. I grabbed the stairs instead of the escalator. Turns out doing that with legs still so shaky was a bad life choice. I was so shaken that, even though I'm not scared of dogs, on the walk home, a little bitty dog barking next to me made my jump like 3 feet in the air and made the hair on my head stand straight up. *twitch* Blargh!! There is no way to describe what just happened. I can only hope I showed I know enough to pass. Ugh. My brain (and soul) hurt.

(Moving on to things I got down the other day.)

I should have learned my lesson. I should have said no. I should have known better. I should have remembered how they make me feel.

So have I caught your attention yet? Let me explain:

I believe: I should not browse bumper stickers while I'm in a sad state and missing Iowa. "This will only end in tears." Yeah, that's all.

I believe: That police should be able to write citations for massive public displays of douchebaggery. No sir, pissing off the oncoming drivers by crossing when you know the light will change soon is not right, however, asshole driver, neither is laying on your horn for more than 5 seconds. In my world anyone who honked a horn more than the one tap would be liable for a $75.00 fine. Oh, and the jackasses that honk as soon as the light turns would pay $200 per offense. You're five cars back, let's not try to get the guy in the front hit by a bus.

I believe: Finals have turned me into a shallow shell of what I normally am. I just burst into tears in the middle of a study-break game because I ended up yelling "That was not a bargained-for-exchange, dumbass!!" at the game. Just thinking about it makes me tear up again. I should not find that as sad/hilarious as I actually do.

I believe: Again, stress is not at the front of my head, but apparently it is in my subconscious. I have been having the most f'd up dreams. I can't remember them now, but dreaming in that detail for four nights in a row is unusual, I'm pretty sure. Oh, and an interesting note: I dream in color.

I believe: That the moment I take that first swig of the 99 Blackberries will be one of the most joyous occasions in my entire life.

"Book I got drunk out." LOL I still remember this text, but apparently, it's more common than I thought. A'la the BBC, 'book' may be recognized as 'cool.' Not in my book, but it was good for a laugh. Or two. Or ten.

No quotes from law school this day, seeing as I haven't set foot in there for quite some time, but I never cease to have sufficient sources for quotes. I'm sorry if they don't entertain you or move you as much as they do me, but this is my thing. You wanna see your favorite quotes? Make your own board. Good, now that we have that cleared up...

"It is my belief that every girl has a base-level of crazy. There are other factors to consider, like how smart she is, her sense of humor, whether you can actually stand to be around her, and looks. And usually if a girl seems to have it all together, there's usually one of those things wrong with her. If not, there's some sort of hidden crazy. Which leads me to believe you've got a club foot or something."
"I assure, I do not have a club foot. However I may have more crazy, I've got this paranoia right now.... *I go into the explanation*"
"You couldn't have made it easy, could you? Nothing like 'I'm afraid the purple lobsters from the Middle East are going to eat me.' No, that is a completely legitimate paranoia, it even makes sense to me, you need to confront this dude. So damn, there is *nothing* wrong with you. Why must you be the perfect girl?" ('Tis a true shame I stopped liking this guy long ago.)

"We enter the world alone, we leave it alone, and everything that happens in between we owe it to ourselves to find a little company. We need help, we need support. Otherwise we're in it by ourselves. Strangers. Cut off from each other and we forget just how connected we all are. So instead, we choose love, we choose life, and for a moment we feel just a little bit less alone."

Two in one day? And law school substance too? Lucky you!

So the topic for this one is *gasp* actually law school again. The whole reason I started this thing way back in, well, August, but let's not go into that.

Today, Tuesday, December 9th, 2008, was my first law school final. You've heard about the lead-up to it, how I'm not that nervous, and luckily that continued on. Whatever happens, happens, right? Just be as prepared as you can reasonably be, and just rock it. And besides, it's Civil Procedure, what most of us consider to be the worst subject, so we're happy to get it over with.

Hang out with some kids from class beforehand across the street, get into a dirty conversation about Cheetos and Cheez-its (ask if you... no, on second thought, don't ask), and try to convince this one girl it is time to stop studying. Get into the school, figure out which room we're supposed to be in, and surprise of all surprises(!) our professor was actually our proctor! Good thing, I promise. He's a fun guy, and as Ed put it, he could be like our own little mnemonic device, just look at him and try to remember the pain inflicted as he was teaching us this stuff.

Hands out the test, and guess what? Due to the limited number of spaces for the first name, I'm back to taking tests as "Christ" Ketelsen. I thought they fixed that on bubble sheets. I can deal with Christin, but geez, really? I feel like I'm back in elementary school taking ITBS again.

Explain the rules of conduct... "It's my reading of the bathroom rule that as there's one guys bathroom and one girls room, that one of each can be out of the room at a time, we just don't want any conferences in the bathrooms." (I really don't think I'd have a problem going into a guys room though. It wouldn't stop me. Not that I'd seriously consider cheating, I'm just saying...)
And begin... "Oh, by the way, I do carry a gun." (seriously, that's the last thing he said before we could open the exam)
It was so wierd. When we started, it was completely light out, nice day. As the test wore on, it was interesting, if not exactly helpful, to notice that the sun was fast sinking and by the time we walked out it was night. Full on night.
And while I felt amused and fairly relaxed during the test, apparently my body still knows stress is present. Hands shaking a bit, reminding myself to "breathe, just breathe," and with like 2 minutes left that the professor announced, someone sneezed, and I physically jumped in my seat. How fried was I?

Well, it's over. And I could have been completely and utterly justified in breaking my sobriety afterwards. But no, I'm keeping my word and being a good girl. I felt good going through the test, it was the most exhilarating brainrape, mindfuck, what have you ever, but I really have no idea how it went. I'm glad we don't get our grades back until after break. That way I can be schwasty all during break, then fly back and THEN find out there was no point in coming back. Meh. Not really. The only one that really matters is Torts. Friday.

Arrivederci.
10 days till Iowa
13 days till Ames!!!

It's hard to explain to a non-believer

If you don't see the simple, clean, soul-clearing beauty of winter and snow, it's a lost cause trying to explain it. I've only met a few other people who appreciate winter and the snow as much as I do. I'm not saying I like extreme cold every single day, I'm as happy as the next person to curl up on the couch with a hot mug of cider. I'm just saying that as soon as I pull into the drive at home, even though it'll bee midnight (or later) I'm gonna throw myself in the first snowdrift I see.

I'm going to live in my Carhartt wool cap. aka: the only thing from the lost summer that was even remotely good or of any value.

It's kind of entertaining looking at facebook statuses of the people from law school as finals come 'round. Part of it makes me say "yeah, I know what you mean," part of makes me feel better, like "yay, I'm not the only one procrastinating like my life depends on it," and the rest, well, just makes me sad that I know what they're talking about.
Category 1's: "taking it one day at a time til the 18th... then all sobriety ends." "I just want to take this final already..." "brain can't take anymore!!!!!!!!!!"
Category 2's: "definitely going to start outlining civ pro today, no more procrastinating." "
Category 3's: (ask if you really want to know, it's sad) "might die from the exertion."

And while I'm still not feeling the complete stress of others, I'm pretty sure my body knows I'm supposed to be. I can't sit still, I can't pay attention, my stomach still lives on TUMS, and my mind is always swimming, I'm sure I couldn't get to sleep without my happy little friends. Oh, and my roommates must think I'm crazy, going around muttering things like "personal jurisdiction, 1404, 1406, venue, freaking International Shoe..." Oh great, now you guys think I'm crazy too. Brilliant.

O_o
"Because... I love you."
"Well that's too bad."
~Gossip Girl
:'(
Why do I suddenly feel more like Blair than Serena?

I think I'm going to start a new segment in these. The "Current Procrastination Obsession." Last time it was the Cake Wrecks blog. This week...

OMG I am in LOVE with the angry video game nerd. I don't even know video games much (none of the guys really take the time to teach me *gasp, a girl* to play) and this guy is hilarious. I should REALLY be studying, but watching him rant in various and obscene language about different gaming systems and games while drinking beer is well.... a much better activity. Some of the sequences get a little cheesy, and at times it sounds like the stuff coming out his mouth he's just saying for the shock factor, but nonetheless, even factoring in the adoration I have for nerds in general, this one takes the cake.

Look, he even has a theme song! -->

"He's gonna take you back to the past to play the shitty games that suck ass. He'd rather have a buffalo take a diarrhea dump in his ear; he'd rather eat the rotten asshole of a road kill skunk and down it with beer. He's the angriest gamer you've ever heard, he's the angry Nintendo nerd."
*Note: I only watched the ones that were about 8 minutes or longer, so no guarantees on the shorter ones.
Oh man, I'm so going to hell for enjoying this episode more than any other.

FML: Or as law school likes to call it, Finals

I am currently soliciting donations for my apparent study period-induced hibernation food groups: Water, ramen, clementines and cookies. Oh, and candy canes, of course. How can an "Elf" lover forget her candy canes?

I want Scott Steffens. Right. Now. I will fly him out personally if he'll just do that thing he does. I'm spending more time on the floor than I'd like because of him. (Completely non-dirty, even though it completely sounds like a "that's what she said" moment. I apologize.)

Impressively I got like 5 hours of concentrated studying done on Saturday before my self-induced ADD kicked in (and people started messaging me). Now I just have to go over the notecards I made. You know how when we were younger the flashcards we made had like one word on one side and a short sentence on the other? Yeah, no longer. One side still has the basic one word, the other side? **TEXT** full. It sucks. But it's working.

Sometimes you run across things in taking things from class notes that make you wonder if the professor was on crack while he was writing it. I have no idea what the following text is supposed to say, and I can even see the rest of the context it was in. Sigh...

Below is a picture of my "motivational wall." I know it's sappy, and you're supposed to make your own luck and motivation blahblahblah, but sometimes we all can use a little reminder. Besides, most of these aren't the unconditional motivations, like "you can do it!" or shit like that. They recognize that we all have inner battles and all of us have our bad days, but give it time and good things will happen, and you can't get through something if you give up. I'm picky, and these made the cut. So be it. (for those of you seeing this in the facebook context, if you go to the actual blogspot site and click on the picture, it gets bigger and you can read the actual words)


On a slightly law-school-related note, I'm still deciding whether to use purposeful availment principles in determining if I should kick someones ass. There's definitely availment, whether it was purposeful or vindictive enough to warrant the ass-kicking I want to give is debatable, however.

It FINALLY snowed!!! But I'm not sure how happy I am about it. It's just another one of those things. I can start to like something, (in this case, Boston) but I'll still despise it because it's keeping me away from something else (Iowa). But it was snowing big flakes, it was pretty, I even went out in my PJ's (who am I kidding, I live in my PJ's on the weekend, no joke) and stood on the deck watching. And to make the morning (it's still morning if you wake up before noon, right?) I got my winter Dutch Letter care package from Grandma. This could be bad.... ;-)

Best. Procrastination. Website. This. Week. I could not stop laughing at the Naked Mohawk-Baby Carrot Jockeys to save my life. It's been incorporated into my desktop background, so even in the heat of studying, I'll have something to laugh at. http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/

Let's start the final countdown, shall we!?
12 days till my inevitable hangover/I fly HOME!!!
15 days till Ames!!! OMG so close!!!!

Apparently this week is the week for confessions

The property professor felt the need to cross himself before he started class. Brilliant.

It seems as though I'm not the only one who thinks law school has made us a recluse. One of the main topics at lunch today was that we have no life (really) outside of school. We wake up, go to school, go back to the house, shower (most days), sleep, wash, rinse, repeat. The lunch we did was admittedly likely the most social event of our respective weeks. None of us would admit it if the others weren't as well, but we're pretty lonely here. Studying isn't exactly a social activity, and it's so hard to meet up with people even after about 6 at night because we want to make sure we sleep and have travel time. So here it is: as glamorous as law school may sound, it's lonely. Don't know what I'd do without my friends and Iowa to look forward to.

"I want to be Bobrowski. I want to be so good at my job that whatever I do they won't fire me." ~Ed
"I heard he married one of his students."~S
"Yeah, I heard that too!"~C
"How does that even happen?"~S
"**You can come see me at *private* office hours**... If he weren't so old now I could totally see it." ~C
"I can see it, I suppose, although he needs to do something about those eyebrows."~S
"**No, ya see, they tickle!**"~Ed
"Oh my gosh, so, so dirty."~C (and yes, the comment was intended to be fully as dirty as the entire table took it to be)

The lunch (from which the above quote came from and which was basically a law school bitch rant, so we brought up every other thing wrong with school) also gave completely new meaning to the bumper sticker that says, "If you don't have anything nice to say, come sit in the corner and talk shit about other people with me." So much trash talking going on, good to know we can still act like high-schoolers. Still haven't surpassed the level of drama I experienced earlier this year, but it was fun to talk about bad outfits and professors relationships instead of *twitch* personal jurisdiction *shudder*.

On a completely unrelated note, I was called a brunette (with a little bit of red-head thrown in) for the first time in my life, and this was completely un-prompted. I think it makes me happy. While everyone still seems to be going lighter, I'll go against the crowd (once again). Wow I'm stubborn and obstinate. But you know this. Hopefully you love (or have accepted) this or else why are you still reading?

So Victoria's Secret Fashion Show? So much fun, but so late at night. If only I could actually afford to shop there.

I find it sad that I'm using purposeful availment in determining whether to kick someones ass right now. I did not need THAT. Not now. Not ever. Yay, cryptic girl strikes again!!

I've realized that I should probably factor in my inevitable hangover into my packing expectations for the Friday after finals, huh?

"Let me tell you something I've learned... every day you work for somebody else is a day you work for somebody else."~Bobrowski (wow, do I detect a theme to this post?)

"The mentoring you get in a law firm, particularly a small firm is that the senior partner had a stack of papers on the corner of the desk and he knows it's gonna bite him in the ass one day and one day it falls over and he goes 'damn, I've gotta hire somebody.' So he hires you and you take the stack of papers and you go 'What the hell is this?' Hello mentoring." ~Bobrowski

"We had no idea what was going on, there were skateboarders coming down a hill and a car accident and a baby... I didn't even want to get that exam back, I felt so violated." Random 2L

""Why are guys such idiots?"
"If I could answer that I would NOT be in law school right now. It's either because 1) they think we're done talking and we're not, 2) they think we understand and we DON'T have a clue in the world what they're trying to say or 3) their head is in their pants.""

Wow this is getting long... but there are even more stories!!

In Civil Procedure our professor asked us to submit questions, and said that we could submit them anonymously if we wanted. Well, he put a note up on the Elmo, one that resembled an old-fashioned ransom note, with the letters cut out of a magazine, ya know. And he said, "This was a bad attempt at an anonymous letter. As much as I appreciate the attempt at anonymity, the person that wrote this note handed it to me. But I will treasure it forever."

"One of my favorite quotes is from A League of their own. You know how they say 'There is no crying in baseball?' There is no crying in Civil Procedure."

"You need injury, duty, breach, and causation comes in two different flavors."

Giving in would be weakness, right?

But I want booze!!!!!!!!!!!! That is all.

Oooooooo. I finally got a "good point."(!!!) Now it wasn't for anything in class, unfortunately, but I went up to ask a question on a concept our Civ Pro professor brought up in class. (Certification, where a court can ask another court what its ruling would be on the case. I thought that it would violate the case and controversy provision in the Constitution, and he agreed and seemed impressed and gave me a "good point.") That's the Holy Grail for law school students. Not a fail.

Learning I cannot in all seriousness imitate the Boston accent. Which is a good thing, but it's so bad when I try. I'll tell ya what I think it sounds like, just ask.

Sigh. I feel like I'm far too relaxed going into the last week of classes and finals. And whether this is good or bad, I have no idea. Yes, I feel the stress and I know others are mega-stressed and going at it full-bore, I have just reached the point where I find amusement in everything, where I just have to laugh at all the shit going down around me. Or maybe it's just that I'm finding it really, really, really hard to care about anything right now.

I am a complete hypocrite, and I am truly sorry for that. However, that fact is not likely to change soon.

My MP3 is still telling me things. At least this time the song makes complete sense. Meh. (and no, it's not "it sucks to be me." finally...)

Wow, ummmm when the music stopped for a minute I could hear Pedro in the other room singing. He, aside from the American Idol reject, may the most tone-deaf person in the world. Ouch, is painful.

GRRRRRR!!! I did NOT need all this stuff coming up the week before finals. And no, I can't tell you what it is. N-, no-, no, noooo I don't care who you are, I can't tell you. And that sucks. Maybe it'll all come out in the wash and then I can tell you, but woot for other people's dealings being able to drive me up a wall.

No quotes. Deal.

Because ordinary procrastination just isn't enough

How did I get here? Boredom + empty house and interesting things happen. Last night was weirder, (just ask) but still... where did it start? Facebook (what is a segfault, exactly? hmmm, let's Wikipedia) --> Segmentation fault --> slashdot --> troll(internet) --> Munchkins (card game) --> James Bond --> Commodore 64 --> (side tangent onto 6 degrees of separation of Wikipedia) emulators --> Linux --> GNU (?WTF) --> abort Wikipedia in hopes of being productive

The gimp is (mostly) gone!!! The only time it really hurts now is when I actually stub it. It hurts a little more severely than a normal stub, but otherwise, it's gone!!!

So you have to tell me, what is the oddest combination of clothing you have ever worn? I thought I hit my limit at VEISHEA 2008, with 7 layers of clothes on. But no. Law school "off-days" has turned my default comfy outfit into something cute, but odd, and I'll only tell mine if you tell me yours. What, this requires interaction? Blasphemy!

Eating nothing but cookie dough, drinking nothing but water. Now if only I allowed myself to drink liquor Saturday would have been the perfect day. But I do believe the gingerbread cookies were better off as cookie dough than as cookies.

I fail as a college student. I had to look up what "cannabis" is. Ooops. Is pot.

So during break I got a lot of TV watching in (luckily that watching was accompanied with lots of outlining as well). But I felt compelled to commemorate some of the better shows I watched. Well, the funnier ones I watched. I like House and CSI, but you can't exactly pull non-context-affiliated quotes from those. So here goes

"Popeye is being raped by Christmas critters!" (Yes, I actually watched South Park's Imaginationland. I kind of liked it.)

"Adolf Hitler was rejected when he applied to art school... one thing led to another and the United States dropped two atomic bombs on the sovereign nation of Japan!?" (Random guy on Comedy Central. Not very good, but this part was funny to me)

"Killing folks is easy. Being politically correct is a pain in the ass."

"Jingle bombs, jingle bombs, where are all the virgins that Bin Laden promised me? Don't laugh at me because I'm dead or I kill you!"

"What is wrong with you?"
"NyQuill and Redbull."
(<3 Jeff Dunham)

Now remember, oddest combination of clothing, please!

I in fact did *not* just get out of the shower

Walking to school on Tuesday felt like I was back on the Raging River at Adventureland. It was raining. Cars splashing water all over. While walking under a make-shift walkway, one of the canvases gave way and soaked the left half of me. Kind of like the spontaneous waterfalls, no? Meh.

And to find out, when I got there, that our first class was canceled anyway. So that means, for the trouble of getting up and trekking to school for two days, I get in ONE class. One miserable class. If this were undergrad, the classroom would have been empty from people saying "screw you guys, I'm going home." No. J and I actually hoped it would be rather empty, but alas, people actually showed up. Weird freaks.

I have a slightly odd mystery to solve. As I was doing my laundry, I went through the pockets in my jeans. Found a bit of cash, some change, my C.O. Bigelow lip gloss, my cherry chapstick (stfu, yes, I use it), and...... a tube of Strawberry chapstick. I've never used strawberry, as far as I know I've had absolute control over these jeans, I don't know where it came from. I am confused.

Oh, here's a picture of what apparently happened that caused the school to be shut down on Monday:


It was nice though, Monday and Tuesday we didn't have to worry about getting hit by cars going to Starbucks (apple cider and strawberries and cream frappachino, I still don't drink coffee) because the street was closed. I looked out the window on Tuesday and it looked odd with cars on it.

OH man, I just realize what causes the awful feeling in my stomach which causes me to want to pop TUMS over and over. Well, at least this last bout was brought on by listening to a certain song. Crap. I like that band, and I am in love with that song, it would suck if I could never listen to it without breaking a little. Yep, music is the strongest sense tied to my memory. And I still would like to know what sort of algorithm my MP3 uses to determine which song to play next. It seems to repeat songs alot. Or maybe I skip a lot. Hmmm. But it still plays "It sucks to be me" and "The end of all things" every single day. I'm starting to notice "If she knew what she wanted" comes on an awful lot too. I hope it's not hardwired to me actually.

Some days I still have no idea what I'm typing into my computer from my notes. It makes no sense. Like today. "Federal courts have to follow both substantive law (state) = cause of action. Also includes state statute, local and precedent unless federal law provides otherwise." What the hell does that mean?

Ooooooo.... now all I have to do is "sew 'em so I don't show 'em!"

"I'm not having unprotected sex, I made that up." ~I walked in on the wrong end of that conversation!

"You know her, legally brunette, the one that sits right up front and sucks up to Meltzer so hard he might have an orgasm."

1)Why I never call and 2)finally, a good day

So to anyone that may wonder why I never call anymore... I just decided around about the 10th call I made where the person was like "I can't really talk right now," that I have a really bad sense of timing and that if people want to talk to me they should either call me themselves or let me know when to call them. It's worked... for the most part. ktnxbye

I HATE HATE HATE the anonymity the city brings. I experienced it in full force as I was coming back to the house after shopping on Saturday. It sucks. It sucks monkey balls.

Oh man. I've decided what I want for Christmas, and it's one of the geekiest things I could've possibly come up with. It doesn't help that it's on thinkgeek.com at all. But it's so me. Wonder how my family will feel about me asking for a flying alarm clock.... hmmmm.

GAH!! There's really no way to properly spell out the continuous stream of expletives going through my head. I REALLY didn't want to get out of bed this morning (it's a Monday, who does?). But it turns out I had no real reason to. School is canceled. Not just our torts class. Every single class today. They're doing work on the street outside and apparently there was something about an exploding manhole, and yeah. I got up for *nothing*. I even had to run back 3 blocks to get my keys (luckily I was able to break in the back door (good, bad? Probably bad) to get them so I didn't wake up my roommates, but still. At least I was able to get into the Harvard library no problem, so I'm cooped up there for several hours. Or more.

On a slightly related note, is Facebook now patrolling the status updates or something? 1) They won't let me put bad words up there anymore. 2) I've had more than one disappear. Not completely, they're still in my history, but not in my active update. The first one **really** wasn't all that bad at all, just complaining about my craziness on Thursday. Hmmm. I suppose I'll find out if I get a warning from the managers.

"Having crazy visions of cheeseburgers. Please spare some change to make the ham stop dancing." ~On the sign of one of the hobos in Harvard Square. He got my laughter, he can have Obama's change.

The situation: Mock torts exam review. Going over an essay question in which the wife of the guy injured suffered mental anxiety and would throw up due to the stress caused to her as a result of his injury. (Loss of consortium, for you non-legal people, is the loss of intimacy in a relationship and is something you can recover damages for.)
The quotes:
C: "What about loss of consortium?"
S: "Was there any evidence they lacked consorting?"
C: "Well she's throwing up..."
S: [walks over to the mike and speaks directly into it.] "Maybe Lenny's into that."
Oh... dear...

"There comes a time you decide,
What from your life will be real.
What scars you will keep alive,
What you are willing to heal."

Damn, this sobriety thing is more hassle than it's worth. But only 24 days till I can drink to my hearts (and livers) desire.

Let's start this countdown again. 25 days till Iowa. 27 days till Ames!

Summer made me violent, law school made me angry

"There is the case of a circus that failed to ah, properly control their elephants, and one 'relieved' itself on a person in the front row. I'm not sure there was impact but there certainly was distress."
~"That *would* be the greatest show on earth."

Is it bad that I'm happy when someone else screws up when being called on in class while I'm sitting there getting the answers right in my head?

I'm pretty sure most of my stress in life and in general can be attributed ultimately to public transportation.

The end of all things, hope fails, a storm is coming, it sucks to be me.... Now I'm sure my MP3 has a brain... and it's mocking me quite harshly. EVERY SINGLE DAY "It sucks to be me," from Avenue Q comes on. I'm not even joking. ***EVERY DAY***

I was actually looking forward to today, as crazy as that sounds, especially considering the fact our class had to be at the school at 9:30 for the mock torts exam. I was even going in cold, having not studied for it a teeny weensy bit except for keeping up on the notes throughout the semester. But, after the test, I was going to go shopping. Target! Old Navy! Victoria Secret! American Eagle (boxers! more of them!)! Bath and Body Works! Aerie! (I really don't dress like a prep, no matter what my store excitements are.)

Boys, if you're actually reading this, you can skip to the end of the starred (***) section. I'm sure you don't really want to hear about my shopping. See, I'm trying to help you.

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Awesome shopping day. Very cold, but toward the end the wind went down. Target first. No idea they had such CUTE lingerie. lol, I hate to say it but I even got stuff guys would like... now if guys will actually see it is another question in and of itself. And stuff for Ames and sleepovers. Fun!

Then to Cambridgeside Mall, which is so gorgeous, it's all decorated for Christmas already. If it weren't so busy I'd so go there to study. But there for very specific things. Soap, for Christmas presents for my mom, I think I finally found one she'll like.
Payless, for boots. White. That may have been a bad idea, but they'll at least be warm. And they'll be wonderful for when I go back to Iowa and (hopefully) go sledding. Woohoo!
And finally, AE, for boxers. Yes, more boxers. I love them. I forget if the ones I got glow in the dark or not (but that was an option!), but they're way cute.
Also a flask. It will have a name. Something with a B, because today was a "b" kind of day. Bras, boots, boxers... Bart... or Brian... I'll take votes.

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Ok, boys, to recap. I got a flask. It will have a name. I haven't decided what yet though. Now I just need 151 or some vodka.

Now, the reason for this retail therapy was the mock exam this morning. EFF, who makes law students get up early on a Saturday? Apparently the twisted minds at the school. We're law students, we have nothing better to do, right. Oh, except catch up on the sleep we lose to law school during the rest of the week.

But I was able to get up without a problem, actually. Walk through the wind that made me go something along the lines of "What hell kind of shit is this fucking bitch wind!?" I like the cold. Wind, not so much. Then arrive at the school, go up the elevator... and the doors open to a sea of people. Once you get off the elevator and watch the faces of people facing the same situation, it's funny. One load of people even had the doors open, saw the mass, said essentially "screw it," and went back down in the same elevator!

But the test itself... not bad at all. I felt really good after it, and after going over the multiple choice answers, doing well on those, and reading over the model exam answer, I'm pretty sure I would have kicked its ass had it been a real test. Which is kind of what I needed, for certain. I don't want to get cocky, but after that I feel like I'm preparing adequately, which is what I was worried about. And I'm still not stressed or nervous. So this was good reassurance, what I went into Schulze for and he kind of looked at me like I was crazy and I'm sure I was because I wanted to cry in the middle of that meeting. Not a good day. Today was a good day.

Also, apparently law school people, including girls, can eat. Either that or the test just took a lot out of us. Two other girls and I went to lunch between the exam and the review of the exam at California pizza kitchen (followed close behind by about half of the rest of the class. Glad we got in early). We got two pizzas (for those of you that don't know, it's really fresh, stone-baked pizza, and one pizza is probably a twelve inch or so, so we got two to split between three of us) and we finished everything. It's really good pizza though, hawaiian with fresh pineapple and pesto and fresh cheese. mmmmm.

omgsh there were some awesome quotes from Schulze today. Unfortunately they're written on paper which currently sits in my locker at school. Not going back this weekend. Guess you'll have to way. oh darn

btw: I continue to post on my other blog over at xanga, but it's only going to be the time wasting questionaires I love so much. But they're not something I want directly on FB. Anything of what I consider substance will be here.

Now if you'll excuse me, I must go enjoy my boxers and other goodies. sooooooo tired.

Start the final countdown in 3.2.1

"Law school is supposed to be so measured, so calculated. In torts battery equals A plus B plus C, assault equals 1 plus 2 plus 3 plus 4 plus 5. And here I am liberating you and saying, 'Imagine one situation out there where a guy marries a 14-year-old.' "

Got your attention? Good, I thought so.

I've decided to limit myself to publishing these every other day. As much as I want to fill you in on my daily life, I really shouldn't.

I'm still such little kid. L convinced me to go get ice-cream yesterday, and what did I get? Dark chocolate mint... with gummy bears. Similar combination to what I got the night of that awkward dressy night this summer. But still so good.

Oh thank goodness! I spilled half a glass of water on my computer Wednesday morning, just as I was ready to head out the door! After immediately dumping all the water I could off and blowing the rest off, I did end up taking it to school ( I still need it, all my notes and outlines are on it!). Luckily, it worked. I think he has a layer of plastic between the keyboard and the actual computer, but omg, I would have DIED if it crashed.

In talking to a friend going to law school out in California, I realized something I maybe hadn't before. I'm not sure that law school hasn't changed me. I'm sure it has. Not for the worse, hopefully, ie: I know where I *want* to go now, not just where I think I *should* go because it would make me look impressive. But I think the major difference is that no matter how unhappy being away from my friends makes me, I'm able to put all that aside and when I don't have to focus on law school, I, well, don't. I don't let it get in the way of keeping in touch, in the way of having fun. That's a big difference between me and the crazy law people. Maybe I should be more worried, and it does concern me that I'm not, but ya know, I'm just doing me.

So either my hair is changing with the seasons and long ago dye job, or my aunt and cousin just weren't paying attention to me when they saw me in June (which is entirely plausible, that side of the family we don't really talk about much. And they're the more normal of the bunch. The most normal is the other aunt and her new third husband, they're really nice, Bob's a good guy. On the other hand, on the immediate familial linkage is the 2nd cousin who is a month **younger** than I am and has like a six year old herself. Meaning she had the kid when we were **17**!! No way man. I'm still a kid at heart myself, I can't imagine having one. haha, that reminds me of the talk Leana and I had about our "hypothetical, non-existant kids that we don't want" being able to make us martinis by the time they're five. We've got aways to go.) Wow, that wasn't a *complete* side tangent at *all.* But when I walked in to see them the night I got back to Iowa they freaked out about my hair, asking if it was new, they liked it, all that. I though they were talking about the fact that I had made it kinky and messy for the flight, so it looked like it was supposed to be messy, instead of just being so. No, they were talking about the color. The color I did WAY back in September. I like it too, but good grief. Whatevs.

And I'm remembering what I Lurve about winter, and no, it's not just the cold. Well, it might have something to do with that. But whatever it is, Winter looks good on me. The sun, the snow, the cold, all combine with the rosy cheeks and wind-swept hair and the peacoat... <3>

"It should be pretty easy to figure out what's on the multiple choice. It's everything we went over in the 'O to A if it rains on a Tuesday..."

"I am the only guy over here. I am all alone. " ~Ed
"You like it." ~3 of the 5 girls talking around him.
"I liked it until we got to the vajayjay stretching nuva-ring." teehee! awesome conversation.

"Mary Had A Little Storm/Its Sleet Was White As Snow/And Everywhere That Mary Went/All Of The Schools Were Closed"

"I'd call you if I could find my shirt..."

"Do-do-do you wanna spend the night and wake up-up-up under the morning light 'cause I know-ow-ow I'm in lo-o-ove with you."

It's really random when the feelings of insignificance/worry/nauseous come on. I was walking back from school the other day and I even forget what I was thinking of... We'll see if that comes to me in the course of this. I think it was probably anxiousness for Iowa, not feeling like I'm stressed enough (really, is that an actual worry!?), now that I think about it. It's only a month till I'm flying back!

Man, I am soooo ready to be back home. Finally, I'll have new license, a new haircut, a new lease on life for 17 days, nothing to worry about, because all the worry will be behind me! I can be drunk as much as I want!! Count down the days with me, 29!