I'm getting a room with a key--just for me becuase I cannot tolerate these obnoxious library fungi. The latest offender is a woman older than me--I walked up to her, but then backed off becuase I don't think she is a student, and as we all know, the non-student/non-lawyers that come in here to do their own research are CREEPY.
The 2 kids in front of me thought it was hilarious that I was getting so mad about the noise. I hate 20 year olds sometimes. Let them try going back to school in 10 years and see how well they tolerate noise.
Still won't let me spell check.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
I'm pretty sure I was meant to be brown or was brown in another life. I think women of color are so much more attractive than honkies like me. Ugly Brazilians do not exist.
Speaking of non sequiters, I saw Cloverfield and thought it was good, but the audience at my showing was annoying. The average age was 16--need I say more?
DId you know they only released the first season of Who's the Boss due to disappointing sales? Bullshit. I need to know if Angela and Tony get together--no, I need to see for my own eyes. I'm calling on all Alyssa Milano fans to demand the release of the other 7 seasons. Isn't it strange that shows like Charmed (which Alyssa was a part of) have these crazed, rabid fans but quality programs such as Who's the Boss or Small Wonder don't?
So there's this homoerotic hotdog commercial that is for a local hotdoggery here in the town I live which shall remained unnamed so as to protect me from my crazed, rabid fans. This commercial shows a cook showing off how large the hotdogs at this establishment are--and he does this by making an ok sign with a hotdog in the "O" part and then shaking his hand. It just seems so naturall when he does it--as if he had some practice in placing his hand around a tubular meat product and then shaking the meat product. And he has the biggest smile on his face.
Cut to customers in the restaurant (all men) talking with their mouths full. There are captions underneath so we the viewers can understand what these men with mouths full of meat are talking about. And the very last man has ??? as his captioning--because his mouth is so full of meat that no one can understand him.
I love this commercial.
I hate the people in this library--stop talking!!!!!!!!!
I cannot spell check.
Speaking of non sequiters, I saw Cloverfield and thought it was good, but the audience at my showing was annoying. The average age was 16--need I say more?
DId you know they only released the first season of Who's the Boss due to disappointing sales? Bullshit. I need to know if Angela and Tony get together--no, I need to see for my own eyes. I'm calling on all Alyssa Milano fans to demand the release of the other 7 seasons. Isn't it strange that shows like Charmed (which Alyssa was a part of) have these crazed, rabid fans but quality programs such as Who's the Boss or Small Wonder don't?
So there's this homoerotic hotdog commercial that is for a local hotdoggery here in the town I live which shall remained unnamed so as to protect me from my crazed, rabid fans. This commercial shows a cook showing off how large the hotdogs at this establishment are--and he does this by making an ok sign with a hotdog in the "O" part and then shaking his hand. It just seems so naturall when he does it--as if he had some practice in placing his hand around a tubular meat product and then shaking the meat product. And he has the biggest smile on his face.
Cut to customers in the restaurant (all men) talking with their mouths full. There are captions underneath so we the viewers can understand what these men with mouths full of meat are talking about. And the very last man has ??? as his captioning--because his mouth is so full of meat that no one can understand him.
I love this commercial.
I hate the people in this library--stop talking!!!!!!!!!
I cannot spell check.
Friday, January 25, 2008
Here's something that will be interesting maybe only to me, but perhaps to other fellow law students: ALR is now only on Westlaw. I like Westlaw just fine, but sometimes I like Lexis better. This is ok news because I don't use ALR that much when researching, but you would think Westlaw just brought you the second coming of Learned Hand the way they are carrying on. Look, I just made a lame law joke.
I complained and complained about the noise, and now I have a special private room reserved for me in the library. Kind of like how the blind kid has his own study carrel--now the whiny bitch who is easily distracted has her own room. Nice. I plan on using this privacy to create a book of lame law/law school jokes.
I complained and complained about the noise, and now I have a special private room reserved for me in the library. Kind of like how the blind kid has his own study carrel--now the whiny bitch who is easily distracted has her own room. Nice. I plan on using this privacy to create a book of lame law/law school jokes.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
I fixed the link!
I am trembling with the deliciousness of this link Essie sent me:
Click on it.
We all know that U2 is a very passionate band and that Bono has this awesome way of ...not sure how to describe it..kind of like yelling and singing at the same time. Check out the first song---remember how he delivers the lines: I'm wide awake--but it's all at the top of his lungs. Remember that? And then the next song: Please, please, get up off your knees. That first please with all the passion of the world. Can't you just see the entire church feeling that song and getting into it? And why are they singing a song about getting off of your knees? Doesn't the church want them to pray? Awesome--why oh why did she not discover this in time for us to attend?
Your eyes make a circle, indeed.
http://allsaintsatlanta.org/files/documents/U2_Eucharist06.pdf
Click on it.
We all know that U2 is a very passionate band and that Bono has this awesome way of ...not sure how to describe it..kind of like yelling and singing at the same time. Check out the first song---remember how he delivers the lines: I'm wide awake--but it's all at the top of his lungs. Remember that? And then the next song: Please, please, get up off your knees. That first please with all the passion of the world. Can't you just see the entire church feeling that song and getting into it? And why are they singing a song about getting off of your knees? Doesn't the church want them to pray? Awesome--why oh why did she not discover this in time for us to attend?
Your eyes make a circle, indeed.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Scary movie
I want to go see this movie. Who will volunteer to go with me? I'll buy you popcorn if you go.
Monday, January 21, 2008
Via Rachel, I found an entry someone made about me on their myspace blog. I would like to share with you, and then we can discuss it further. Here 'tis:
I can pretty much predict what some of you will have to say about this--A.L. will say "Freak!" and some of you will talk about this person's obvious self-hatred and hatred/fear for the opposite sex. I agree. Here's what I want to talk about--why do people assume I am conservative? And what definition of conservative are they defining me by?
In high school, this ass-hat named Tizzy used to call me a bible-thumper. I have been an atheist since I was 9, and I never once quoted the bible to this girl or any other classmate. I think she was responding to my lack of sexual experience as she and her friends thought the best fun in the world was to advertise the fact that they had had sex and had experience with drugs and alcohol. And I think she was responding to the fact that I was very shy in high school--and I never bothered to correct her when she called me a bible-thumper, nor did I ever bother to talk to her period. I take that back, I once told her she had a nice house when our bus routes were combined one day--she responded by talking about how stupid society was for placing importance on material goods and the man and her stupid father--you know, classic poor little rich girl with no problems creating angst because she is too pampered to have real problems. Who I really was at that time was a very poor girl with a shitty shed for a home and a girl who was not allowed to have friends--much less boyfriends or bad influences to talk me into the usual teenage collection of bad decisions: booze, drugs, and sexual experimentation. But to her, I was some conservative religious nut to be mocked. I let her have her fun as it didn't bother me what she thought of me (for the most part) because I thought she was an annoying selfish idiot--she gave herself a nickname for crying out loud. I saw her a few years after graduation--with a baby. She should have come to church with me and learned to close her legs--or at least be smart enough to use birth control.
Anywho, brings me back to today. I am sick of so called liberals trying to put labels on everyone, and I am tired of these so called liberals who get angry and dismiss any idea that differs from theirs. This is not being liberal. The last guy I dated called himself a liberal. No, he was not--he was so angry and tightly wound that if you differed from him, you deserved to die. He really wished death upon people--Christians in particular. We got into a huge fight because I wanted to listen to Rush Limbaugh on the radio--not because I agree with his viewpoint, but because I find it absolutely fascinating that people think like him. And because it is very important to know what the so called other side thinks and what they are saying. And the last guy I dated just assumed all southerners were idiots and conservative and every other bad thing in the world. And you don't want to know what he thought about poor people--not that he would ever say poor people.... but he didn't have to. This is why I try to avoid people who call themselves "liberal", because they rarely are. Or maybe I am getting liberal and open-minded confused.
I have no idea why the guy called me a conservative. I also have no idea why he thought it was socially appropriate to sit in silence when he invited me to dinner and left the conversation up to me and his brother, but I guess that goes along with me expecting normal give and take in a social setting. You know, I say something and then you say something back.
All of this to say: how do you define conservative? And would you define me as conservative?
"Friday, November 16, 2007
 | Sex and Fetishes While dining with two companions recently (one male hellraiser and one rather conservative female) I was chastised by the female for not relating any ammusing experiences. I fully realize that women expect guys (friends or lovers it does not matter) to constantly keep them entertained with a vast repertoire of witty and exciting stories with which to engage them. I am sorry but I do not keep a vast library of such knee-slappers handy at my disposal and ready to go. When crazy things happen to me I either forget about them and/or really don't think they are worthy of constantly relating. In fact I pretty much have little use for assholes who think they are the center of the universe and constantly have to take up air that others could use spinning trival episodes to make some chick laugh, all in the hope of obtaining some blow-job in the near future. I was also born with little or no sense of humor so there will be no laughter during an evening with me. Um....do you see a court jester hat on my head? Any little bells and shit? What makes you think I was put on this earth to entertain you? Fuck!!! Anyway after receiving a lecture for not being hysterical enough my fiery companion blurts out loudly in a crowded pizzaria "the craziest thing that has happened to me lately is that a girl asked me to pee in her mouth." Awesome. I thought I was pretty well-versed in the fetish dept. but that was a new one I must admit, but I never hold anyones choice of pleasure against them. However I have noticed a double-standard when it comes to fetish/fantasy realization. If a girl wants a guy to pee in her mouth, pee in her butt, spank her ass and call her mommie, shave our heads etc. etc. etc. we must instantly oblige. But, if a guy asks for anything at all regardless of how trivial- asking her wear a certain type of stockings, asking to watch her masterbate, asking to play Schoenberg during sex she will act like you belong in the side-show at the circus. Actually, you can tell a great deal about someone by what they are into and it should not be taken lightly. Every fetish is a mental puzzle of incredible complexity that could take half a lifetime to fully unpack. Most are related to the sexualization of deep-seated fears. What could be more exciting than to be able to control how and when a horrible thing will happen to you. What power! The Marquis de Sade has always been for me a thought provoking author, particularly his essays on the fine line between cruelty and sensitivity. Sade was also a huge influence on surrealist artistis and writers (and modern surrealist filmakers like my beloved David Lynch.) Lynch has a new film out called Inland Empire that I am greatly looking forward to. Laura Dern, Jeremy Irons, can't be bad." |
I can pretty much predict what some of you will have to say about this--A.L. will say "Freak!" and some of you will talk about this person's obvious self-hatred and hatred/fear for the opposite sex. I agree. Here's what I want to talk about--why do people assume I am conservative? And what definition of conservative are they defining me by?
In high school, this ass-hat named Tizzy used to call me a bible-thumper. I have been an atheist since I was 9, and I never once quoted the bible to this girl or any other classmate. I think she was responding to my lack of sexual experience as she and her friends thought the best fun in the world was to advertise the fact that they had had sex and had experience with drugs and alcohol. And I think she was responding to the fact that I was very shy in high school--and I never bothered to correct her when she called me a bible-thumper, nor did I ever bother to talk to her period. I take that back, I once told her she had a nice house when our bus routes were combined one day--she responded by talking about how stupid society was for placing importance on material goods and the man and her stupid father--you know, classic poor little rich girl with no problems creating angst because she is too pampered to have real problems. Who I really was at that time was a very poor girl with a shitty shed for a home and a girl who was not allowed to have friends--much less boyfriends or bad influences to talk me into the usual teenage collection of bad decisions: booze, drugs, and sexual experimentation. But to her, I was some conservative religious nut to be mocked. I let her have her fun as it didn't bother me what she thought of me (for the most part) because I thought she was an annoying selfish idiot--she gave herself a nickname for crying out loud. I saw her a few years after graduation--with a baby. She should have come to church with me and learned to close her legs--or at least be smart enough to use birth control.
Anywho, brings me back to today. I am sick of so called liberals trying to put labels on everyone, and I am tired of these so called liberals who get angry and dismiss any idea that differs from theirs. This is not being liberal. The last guy I dated called himself a liberal. No, he was not--he was so angry and tightly wound that if you differed from him, you deserved to die. He really wished death upon people--Christians in particular. We got into a huge fight because I wanted to listen to Rush Limbaugh on the radio--not because I agree with his viewpoint, but because I find it absolutely fascinating that people think like him. And because it is very important to know what the so called other side thinks and what they are saying. And the last guy I dated just assumed all southerners were idiots and conservative and every other bad thing in the world. And you don't want to know what he thought about poor people--not that he would ever say poor people.... but he didn't have to. This is why I try to avoid people who call themselves "liberal", because they rarely are. Or maybe I am getting liberal and open-minded confused.
I have no idea why the guy called me a conservative. I also have no idea why he thought it was socially appropriate to sit in silence when he invited me to dinner and left the conversation up to me and his brother, but I guess that goes along with me expecting normal give and take in a social setting. You know, I say something and then you say something back.
All of this to say: how do you define conservative? And would you define me as conservative?
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
I am so excited: Denmark has listed attorneys as one of the professions they are in need of!!
I really, really, really want to live in Denmark.
http://www.nyidanmark.dk/en-us/coming_to_dk/work/job_card.htm
I really, really, really want to live in Denmark.
http://www.nyidanmark.dk/en-us/coming_to_dk/work/job_card.htm
Monday, January 14, 2008
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Dogs love to pee.
I have tried for 3 days to get the pee smell out of my carpet, but it is still there assaulting my nostrils.
The night before last, I changed my sheets before going to bed (at 2am) and Sophie jumps on the bed and proceeds to pee on the newly made bed.
Sophie loves to pee.
I have done nothing of value all weekend, and I am starting to get bored. I blame poverty. Sometimes I wish I had a roommate, but I am impossible to live with. Ask my sister--she won't let me move back in with her ever again. And she likes me. Something about being a messy slob who lets her dogs pee everywhere. Just to clarify: I am a messy slob, but I hope to be able to afford a maid at some point, and I do not "let" my dogs pee everywhere--Sophie is just a pee machine. She is house trained, but she is also a four legged beast with her own agenda. And that agenda includes peeing everywhere--and rolling in poop, but that's another drama for another day.
I have tried for 3 days to get the pee smell out of my carpet, but it is still there assaulting my nostrils.
The night before last, I changed my sheets before going to bed (at 2am) and Sophie jumps on the bed and proceeds to pee on the newly made bed.
Sophie loves to pee.
I have done nothing of value all weekend, and I am starting to get bored. I blame poverty. Sometimes I wish I had a roommate, but I am impossible to live with. Ask my sister--she won't let me move back in with her ever again. And she likes me. Something about being a messy slob who lets her dogs pee everywhere. Just to clarify: I am a messy slob, but I hope to be able to afford a maid at some point, and I do not "let" my dogs pee everywhere--Sophie is just a pee machine. She is house trained, but she is also a four legged beast with her own agenda. And that agenda includes peeing everywhere--and rolling in poop, but that's another drama for another day.
Friday, January 11, 2008
I finally got all of my grades in today. I passed everything, and I made an 84 on my paper--the average grade was an 82. We can no longer see everyone's grades which is a bummer. Or maybe we can and I don't know how. I'm going to go see. Just did spell check and everyone's is not a word--what?? I had everyone else's and else's was not right either. Someone smart want to tell me what I should have written?
Ok, I am freaking out right now because I figured out how to see the rest of the grades in the class, and only 4 people scored higher than me on my paper. What?!? I am actually smart? No freaking way. AND I turned the paper in late. I thought I did poorly. I am super. The 4 higher grades were as follows: 85, 85, 90, 90. So they weren't even THAT much better than me. If anyone wants to touch my sleeve, I will be appearing at Town Square Mall at 3:30pm this Saturday.
Back on planet Earth--I just compared my grade for the stupid boring class that I hated and read only 2 assignments for--and only 4 people scored BELOW me. Man, I hated that class. Oh well, I earned that C. Worst class of my entire law school career.
Ok, I am freaking out right now because I figured out how to see the rest of the grades in the class, and only 4 people scored higher than me on my paper. What?!? I am actually smart? No freaking way. AND I turned the paper in late. I thought I did poorly. I am super. The 4 higher grades were as follows: 85, 85, 90, 90. So they weren't even THAT much better than me. If anyone wants to touch my sleeve, I will be appearing at Town Square Mall at 3:30pm this Saturday.
Back on planet Earth--I just compared my grade for the stupid boring class that I hated and read only 2 assignments for--and only 4 people scored BELOW me. Man, I hated that class. Oh well, I earned that C. Worst class of my entire law school career.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
I am in the middle of taking the okcupid test recommended by Rachel, and it is annoying me.
Example:
If a company invents a pill that cures cancer, they should be allowed to charge whatever they want for it.
This is a complicated issue--you cannot just agree or disagree. If a company has no incentive to develop such a cure (being allowed to charge whatever they want) why would they develop it. However, should a lack of money be a reason to deny a person with cancer the pill? Who should foot the bill for health care? I vote McDonald's because they serve craptastic food that causes health issues. But I am being glib. And I probably shouldn't complain about tests on okcupid when I don't even know what political party I belong to.
Results are in, and according to okcupid, I am a Social Moderate (56% permissive)and an Economic Liberal (31% permissive)which is best described as a Democrat. I apparently have a well developed sens of right and wrong (a nice way of saying I am judgmental--totally true)and I believe in economic fairness.
Whatever.
I do not believe marijuana should be legalized and I think that people who think it should are being extremely short sighted. Enough people use pot as it is and legalizing it will mean even more people would use it. I have enough problems living in a college town avoiding drunk drivers, I do not want to add stoned drivers to my list of concerns. I do realize there are stoned drivers, but legalizing drugs is such a bad idea. What do you think?
I do, however, think prostitution should be legalized and regulated by the government.
Example:
If a company invents a pill that cures cancer, they should be allowed to charge whatever they want for it.
This is a complicated issue--you cannot just agree or disagree. If a company has no incentive to develop such a cure (being allowed to charge whatever they want) why would they develop it. However, should a lack of money be a reason to deny a person with cancer the pill? Who should foot the bill for health care? I vote McDonald's because they serve craptastic food that causes health issues. But I am being glib. And I probably shouldn't complain about tests on okcupid when I don't even know what political party I belong to.
Results are in, and according to okcupid, I am a Social Moderate (56% permissive)and an Economic Liberal (31% permissive)which is best described as a Democrat. I apparently have a well developed sens of right and wrong (a nice way of saying I am judgmental--totally true)and I believe in economic fairness.
Whatever.
I do not believe marijuana should be legalized and I think that people who think it should are being extremely short sighted. Enough people use pot as it is and legalizing it will mean even more people would use it. I have enough problems living in a college town avoiding drunk drivers, I do not want to add stoned drivers to my list of concerns. I do realize there are stoned drivers, but legalizing drugs is such a bad idea. What do you think?
I do, however, think prostitution should be legalized and regulated by the government.
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Want to know how to tell school is back in session?
3 posts in one day.
According to one of the links anonymous left me on the previous democrat v. republican post, I am 67% Democrat. Good to know.
I keep smelling dog pee and it is driving me crazy. I shampooed the carpet, but I still smell it. Nasty little beasts. My next place will not have carpet. I hope.
3 posts in one day.
According to one of the links anonymous left me on the previous democrat v. republican post, I am 67% Democrat. Good to know.
I keep smelling dog pee and it is driving me crazy. I shampooed the carpet, but I still smell it. Nasty little beasts. My next place will not have carpet. I hope.
How do you know if you are a Republican or Democrat?
This is not a joke, I really want to know. I have no interest in partisan politics, so I think I declared myself an Independent on my voter registration or maybe Democrat because I know I don't like G. Bush.
I think I might be Republican. Or a conservative liberal. I uphold the death penalty and gay marriages both as wonderful things. Can I be labeled from these 2 things? Or do I have to have a position on what the government's involvement with businesses should be?
I wonder if people really know what political party they identify with or if they just go along with the flow.
This is not a joke, I really want to know. I have no interest in partisan politics, so I think I declared myself an Independent on my voter registration or maybe Democrat because I know I don't like G. Bush.
I think I might be Republican. Or a conservative liberal. I uphold the death penalty and gay marriages both as wonderful things. Can I be labeled from these 2 things? Or do I have to have a position on what the government's involvement with businesses should be?
I wonder if people really know what political party they identify with or if they just go along with the flow.
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Monday, January 7, 2008
Sunday, January 6, 2008
Sweet
I just realized that my school doesn't start back until Wednesday (staggered start time with the rest of the school to allow for staggered graduation times) and I don't have Wed. classes, so I don't start back until Thursday. 3 more days of sleeping until 2 in the afternoon.
I keep reading these 2 message boards related to the local woman's murder, and at first, I was so freaked out my legs were shaking, but I think I am starting to get back to normal. Or normal-lite. I have a hard time taking these people seriously when they misuse they're/there/their and except/accept and effect/affect--not to mention ridiculous misspellings, my favorite being: discuised instead of disguised. I suppose I should thank these people, their (I almost typed there just to be funny) grammatical/spelling errors are helping me be less hysterical. But seriously, it is making me nuts the way they keep throwing legal terms around (misusing them along the way). Damn law shows and CSI type shows have made everyone experts on law and crime. I have wasted the past 3 years in school--all I really needed was the Ally McBeal box set.
For the record, hearsay is an out of court statement intended to prove the matter asserted. Hearsay is not the same thing as a rumor or speculation. Hearsay and rumor are not interchangeable words. The concept of hearsay is tricky even for experienced lawyers according to my professor. And most Evidence professors spend a month or more on the topic of hearsay and its many exceptions. So stop using this word unless you are a trained attorney, and even then if you use it, you will probably come off as a pompous blowhard.
I hate criminals.
For the record, hearsay is an out of court statement intended to prove the matter asserted. Hearsay is not the same thing as a rumor or speculation. Hearsay and rumor are not interchangeable words. The concept of hearsay is tricky even for experienced lawyers according to my professor. And most Evidence professors spend a month or more on the topic of hearsay and its many exceptions. So stop using this word unless you are a trained attorney, and even then if you use it, you will probably come off as a pompous blowhard.
I hate criminals.
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
Mark my words: this poor baby will be in prison before he is 15 and has a high probability of becoming a serial killer.
http://www.nbc5.com/news/2164708/detail.html
Trying to find a place to live is giving me migraines. Cool cities are either expensive or crime ridden or both.
http://www.nbc5.com/news/2164708/detail.html
Trying to find a place to live is giving me migraines. Cool cities are either expensive or crime ridden or both.
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