God, is it hot in here or is it just me?

Me, about 15 minutes ago.

Sniff sniff sniff..."Hmmmmm, it smells like smoke."

Walk around apartment looking for fires..."Hmmmmmm, no fires."

Think to self (as opposed to above which was actually SAID to self)..."Well, the window is open, perhaps someone walked by smoking a cigarette."

More walking around. More sniffing. More talking to self.

Finally realize apartment complex turned on heaters today and both wall units are turned up and making both heat and funny burning smells.

Think about how happy I am that (a) my apartment is not secretly on fire and hiding it from me to trick me into a false sense of security, and (b) that I am not having premature hot flashes.

It never occurred to me to even glance at the two heater knobs I have and make sure they were turned off. I don't have air conditioning (most people here don't), and I just sort of assumed that if I wanted to use the heat I actually had to DO something to turn it on. I'm not used to these 1970's style heating systems.

Anyway, I'm sure you're all happy to know that my apartment is not on fire, therefore saving the world's largest collection of things bedazzled with pink rhinestones.

I assumed...and you know what that means...

So, I saw the headline of this news story "Sheriff's Deputy Charged With Indecency In Salon Incident" and saw a little blurb over at Fark that says "If you're a sheriff's deputy, do not mastubate at the salon while getting your hair highlighted (w/photo of said dumbass)" and you know what I thought? I thought that any cop who would go to a salon and get highlights would be a woman...WRONG! Silly me.

Porcupines: Dirty Little Freaks of the Animal Kingdom

"How do porcupines make love? You would probably think the answer is 'very carefully,' but you would probably be wrong. "

Thanks to NDC for the link...and also for making me laugh so hard that I'm pretty sure I almost choked.

WTF is it?

They are building something outside the law building. It could be many things, but as yet, the exact purpose of the structure is unclear. Top three guesses are:

A) An igloo, only made out of metal and not in Alaska...but whatever
B) Modern Art
C) The world's largest generator cozy

Also, this morning I'm sitting here reading in the law school cafe (yeah, we have a coffee shop...it's TVPNM after all), and this totally crazy guy runs up to me, asks me for a dime, and then goes "Let me give you a tip, sell all your stock in October...you can always buy it back for cheaper next year." Uh...OK Mr. Crazy Demented Drug Addled Mind Guy. Thanks for the tip.

Please God, let me die with dignity....

1. Meet my pet hamster, Killer.

2. There once was a man named Jay
Who tanned in the nude all day
He thought he was right
So he picked a big fight
And got killed in a most humiliating way (I admit the last line is kind of lame...but I'm tired)

3. Hurricane + Gasoline + Trailer + Candle = Another guy who's too dead to be on Team Natural Selection.

And, just when I thought the Team Natural Selection pickings were getting pretty slim...along comes Leroy Brown. Ironically, Leroy Brown is not only a character immortalized in song by Jim Croce, it is the name of my dog...who currently lives with my ex-husband. But I digress. Mr. Brown believed his wife was cheating on him, so he set her pants on fire. She wasn't wearing them at the time, but he did manage to burn down his mobile home. How did that happen, you ask? Well, he was holding the burning pants, and amazingly, they started to burn his fingers, as things that are on fire are wont to do. So he dropped them. And burned down his house. Way to take quick and decisive corrective action Mr. Brown...you sure showed her who's boss.

Finally, Jack Daniel's is making its whiskey a little weaker. The editor of Modern Drunkard Magazine is quoted in the article saying "You can't screw with a legend like that and get away with it, I'm sure Jack is spinning in his grave." Strangely, Jack usually gives me the spins too. The best part of the article though are the parts with this Modern Drunkard guy.

He says "I've switched to Maker's Mark since. I used to drink a bottle a week. Some of our board members drink three bottles a week. Once this gets out, it will be like the New Coke thing — they'll have to bring it back."

My god...three bottles of Jack a week -- holy crap...that makes my liver feel scared, like it needs a hug and nap.

The Doctor is IN.

I am sitting at my friend's house having a conversation about getting hit on by married men, prompted by a discussion of an incident that happened to me this summer.

And the question is...what should radar pertaining to figuring out if a guy is married be called?

Radar about whether someone is gay is gay-dar, for example (I'm so sorry for you if you are so divorced from pop culture that you don't already know this.)

We think the only rule should be it has to end in -dar...so let's hear it -- the suggestion box is open.

UPDATE: E. McPan gets the prize for "best coming up with something awesome right off the bat"...STRAYDAR!!!! That is so good!

Day 3 of my captivity...

M. forwarded me an email that someone at her squadron sent out regarding the fact that an organization was going to sell bratworsts today at lunch to raise money.

Subject line: Sausage Fest Reminder.

Never let it be said that you weren't reminded. I am considering using this as the subject line of every email I send out for the rest of my life...just so no one forgets.

Also, I overheard this in class today:

Prof is shuffling around rambling on about something and a person in class (and frequent WWFFD reader) goes..."Drugs are bad...mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmkay"

So funny. Maybe you have to know the prof to appreciate the humor, but never was there a more fitting comment.

Other stuff:

- Lately I have a thing for salt and pepper hair on men. Not sure where this new obsession is coming from, and I don't see it replacing the deeply entrenched "naked push-ups" fetish, but I'm happy it opens up a whole new age group of men for me to ogle. Yay.

- A reader today inquired about Grandpa Spatula and so I should let everyone know he's doing fine...he's staying at a short-term care facility until he's all the way up and about -- but should be home in the next few days. 1 out of every 3 old people that breaks a hip dies, so we're very happy that he's doing so well. I owe a big thanks to everyone who sent healing thoughts his way.

- I got a callback from the place I interviewed for the other day...you all remember, the resume toucher. I have NO earthly idea why they're giving me a second interview but I'm happy because it's a good place to work, a medium sized firm that does the type of stuff I would like to do, and it's in the state I would like to practice in eventually. The rest of OCI for me takes place next week...not much to say on the subject except that I hope I get a job because I only have like 4 pieces of resume paper left and my printer is out of ink. These two things set up a spiral of laziness so profound that there is an almost 100% chance I will never escape and send out another resume again...so the ones already out there (all 4 of them) have to do the trick.

- A 1L asked me a question today. He has the same professor and the same book for the same Contracts class I took last year. My answer? "Why don't we google that and find out?" I am the worst peer mentor ever. But the best googler. And I always bring snacks, and glitter pens, and change for the soda machine.

Just Because: The Franchise

Just Because: Julian McMahon

This is in honor of the Nip/Tuck discussion that went on in the comments the other day. Actually, I had another post all ready to go with some other bit'o'manflesh, and then I turned on Nip/Tuck tonight and saw Mr. McMahon (a.k.a. Christian) being a very naughty boy with a patient, and suddenly...I was INSPIRED! Also, he's an Aussie...can anyone say hot AND an accent? Hell yeah!

Say "OHMYGODYOUPERVERT!!"

OK...just so we're clear...I'm agonizing over where I'm going to work and what I'm going to do with my life and whether I will ever get my shit together enough to be a big-girl lawyer...and this moron is not only a sexual predator (no matter what the judge says) but is continuing to work as a law clerk...which insinuates that there is an employer out there willing to PAY a law clerk who is in jail for being a sexual predator. Kind of makes being below the top 25% seem a little bit less important as a hiring factor.

Also, make sure you read carefully -- the women weren't nude -- HE was nude!!! That's so perv-y.

As always, here's the relevant information:

COLUMBUS, Ohio Sept. 28, 2004 — An attorney was sentenced to a year and a half in jail for ambushing dozens of women while nude and taking pictures of their shocked expressions. But Stephen Linnen, 34, won't lose his law license and will be allowed to leave jail to continue work as a law clerk.

He must start serving his time next week after being sentenced Monday under a plea bargain in Ohio's Franklin County Common Pleas Court. He pleaded guilty earlier this month to 53 misdemeanor counts of public indecency, sexual imposition and criminal trespassing.

Linnen, a former lawyer for the Ohio House Republican caucus, has admitted to photographing women while he was unclothed over nearly two years, gaining the name "the naked photographer." He apologized in court, but none of his victims was there.

Judge Tommy Thompson declined to label Linnen a sexual offender, saying he was not a threat to the community and was unlikely to repeat the offense.

Decisions, decisions.

Why does Gilmore Girls have to be on at the same time as NCIS? I want to watch both. I have slothful television watching needs here people. Some schools give out IPods and laptops and stuff...I want a TiVo, and I want it now. Also, an X-box. And a laptop with a spacebar that works.

Does sorting through used study guides at Half.com count as "studying?" I think so too.

Flying Japanese Sand Tigers

I'm watching The 101 Most Unforgettable SNL Moments on E!. It's really making me laugh. So then, I got this idea of how I was going to do a post that was a list of stuff I'm doing instead of studying...but I could only come up with two things. Even my study avoidance is half-hearted at best. I'm such a loser -- I can't even procrastinate in a motivated way.

1. Laughing my ass off at this post over at Running with Lawyers.

2. Coveting some new Chucks I just found over at Converse.com. I've talked before about how I collect Chucks...and these are DOUBLE PINK!

Two best things I've heard so far at school this week:

In one of my classes on the first day...the professor randomly calls on someone to answer questions about the first case (which was assigned as reading on the weekend before class) and this student goes "I'm sorry, I don't do homework assignments over the summer break so I didn't do the reading." Everyone sort of just stared in stunned silence...the prof seemed a little disconcerted at first, but to his credit, he just moved right along to the next person and didn't make a big deal out of it. I'm torn between thinking it's kind of funny and shuddering in a gigantic internal cringe every time I remember it.

In the class of a friend of mine, the prof was discussing summer non-profit and public interest externs calling legislative offices to try to lobby for things that the place they are working for needs. He describes trying to get money for animal rights and how the person calling always gets passed off to the agricultural department before finally getting the right guy on the phone. What does the right guy say when he answers the phone? "Hi, I'm Bob and I do animals." What could be better than hearing your professor say this? I mean, except for getting it all on tape of course.

The deadly North American ceramic head-bashing snake.

Further proving that no good deed goes unpunished...check out this story about a homeless woman who killed the man that took her in. Apparently he *gasp* told her that she should go to church. Here are the highlights, and also, I will be removing all of my ceramic snakes from the house forthwith now that I know they are potential instruments of death.

Turman, a friendly retiree who liked to sit in his parked Ford LTD and drink a bottle or two of beer, met Wells in early September. Some time between Sept. 19 and 21, the two argued in his apartment about Wells needing to seek God, prosecutors said.

She threatened to leave. Wells has told investigators Turman came at her with a knife. She quickly disarmed him and then stabbed him with a pair of scissors, prosecutors say. Wells then bashed Turman in the head with a ceramic snake, investigators said. Wells, weighing 230 pounds, sat on Turman, cracking his ribs, they said.

She then bound his legs with electrical wire and his wrists with chains, prosecutors said.
Wells then allegedly emptied Turman's pockets, taking his keys, and allegedly tried to clean up the bloody mess.

A few days later, after neighbors began complaining of a foul odor, a janitor discovered Turman's body in his apartment.

With her long, blonde braids and a fondness for red Spandex leggings, Wells was well-known in Turman's neighborhood. She would argue with some local shopkeepers, but prosecutors had no information about any serious criminal history.

Old and Busted: Basic Income Tax. New Hotness: Freedom of Expression

I dropped Basic Income Tax in favor of a second year ConLaw class called Freedom of Expression. The math was killing me after only one day and I was freaking out about how much work it was going to be. I'll take it next year if I need to. My only issue now is that I can't find the receipt for the $200 worth of Tax books I just bought...damnit. Why aren't I organized? Anyway, it'll probably turn up. I'm much happier only having two really stressful classes...plus the new class doesn't meet on Fridays...bonus!

Ouch.

OK, I admit it...this guy has WAY bigger dental issues than I could ever dream of! I think the title of the story says it all -- "I Yanked My Own Teeth Out." Rusty pliers and vodka, tools of the modern do-it-yourselfer.

Reading? What reading?

Hell yeah beer and marshmallows go together. Marshmallows are my new thing...they are made up of spun goodness and light and sugar and hopeful fluffiness...I'm not sure where the new obsession came from, but it heartens me to know that they are compatible with all my preferred beverages.

Also, I am able to drink beer because I am going to get up early and do all my homework before class. I AM!

What in the hell made me think that taking all these classes was a good idea? My new mantra is: Taking 17 hours per quarter will allow me to graduate a quarter early. Early = time for a cruise with M. on the high seas (provided that after this season there are still some Caribbean islands left to cruise TO).

Reflections on my first day as a 2L

OK, technically I guess I might have been a 2L after I passed my final exams last year...but today, walking around the school and attending classes, I really FELT like a 2L.

Evidence: Seems like it will be pretty interesting. The prof is someone I had last year and thought was a good teacher and he tends to teach out of TV and movies, which is something I can get into. Overall, I think the amount of work is proportionate to the credits of the class (which runs for two quarters).

International Legal Processes: Love it! The teacher is supposedly super demanding, but that wasn't in evidence today. There is a lot of reading, but it's interesting and mostly not typical case law type stuff, given the subject. I happen to find treaties fascinating! OK, maybe not really, but overall, I'm excited and happy to be there.

Family Law: Can anyone say, SOCRATIC METHOD?? The subject is interesting but I'm so nervous about the teaching method that I'm not sure how much I'll learn in class. He doesn't answer any questions directly, instead calling on his next victim to answer the question. He also asked at least four questions that were not in the edited case in the casebook. Scary. Everyone who's had him though has said it's been totally worth it, so I'm going to try to stick it out despite the fact that I'll probably barf the first time he calls on me.

Basic Income Tax: The prof seems really cool and seems to have a good sense of humor...he even told a funny story today. The work is HARD! There is math, already...I DO NOT heart math. On a sidenote, the class is being taught in the classroom named after him...god bless endowments I guess!

Non-class observations: Everyone looks the same as last year, but many seem nicer/less stressed out. Perhaps now that they've all solidified their positions in the pecking order they don't have to spend all their time trying to equalize the playing field by being mean to the mere mortals. Diet Coke went up .25 in the machine. That blows. What a ripoff.

I am giving myself the next couple days to figure out the schedule, and then I'm going to try to add back in gym time. I'm taking 17 hours this quarter which isn't a totally crazy schedule, but 12 is full-time and most people take 12-15, so I am hoping I didn't bite off more than I could chew. Guess we'll see. One day down, 9 weeks and 4 days to go...woo hoo.

Perhaps just stick with the rum from now on...OK Mr. Pirate?

No, no, no...it's International TALK Like a Pirate Day...not International Take Hallucinogens and Think You ARE A Pirate Day!

Candybars: King-Size or Bust

In Britain, Masterfoods, maker of Mars and Snickers, says that they are apparently going to take king-size candy bars and sell them in two "shareable portions" rather than one large piece in response to concerns about obesity, and to keep up with companies like McDonalds who are now offering healthier choices.

"Shareable" is of course the codeword for "I have no intention of doing anything except eating this entire thing myself, just like I've always done." Who is going to turn to their friend and go "Gee, would you like to share this candybar with me? I don't want to eat an unhealthy amount of fat, sugar, and calories...which is why I choose to spend my money on KING-SIZE candybars!" I just can't see it.

I'm off to my first day of school! Diet Coke money...check. Flask...check (just kidding brand new profs in case you read this). Shiny pink hologram folders...check. Pink glitter pens with my name on them...check. $500 and 82 pounds worth of books...check. Apathy...check, check.

Lament of a single girl.

Here's the thing. I have been divorced twice...it's true. However, that does not, in any way, shape, or form, mean that I EVER want to hear ANYONE say "Well, third time's a charm!" God, that is SO clever, I've NEVER heard it before!!!

It is also true that I am currently single. And that does not mean that I need this pearl of wisdom at least twenty times a day..."I met my husband/wife/boyfriend/girlfriend/sex slave/cabana boy when I WASN'T LOOKING!! You just have to quit looking." Did I say I was looking? Did I ask for advice? NO!

I hardly think 29 years old and single means that shortly I will be homebound with my 37 cats and stacks of old National Geographics calling psychic hotlines in order to have someone to talk to. God.

Back to school again...

I finally went today and bought my books...$500!!! This is BAD! I am going to be extra careful with them, find some used ones (hopefully) on Ebay or Amazon, and then return them. Jesus. What a racket this textbook thing is.

Went out last night with my friend from school and her husband and some people from her husband's work. It was really fun and so nice to be around non-law school people who have interesting lives and jobs and don't know or care to know anything about Torts or Civil Procedure.

Today is the day of sloth...I'm watching one episode after another of What Not To Wear on TLC and drinking obscene amounts of Diet Coke and eating ice cream out of the container. Tomorrow starts reading for the first day of school, I'm totally bummed at the amount of first day reading I have -- don't these professors know that I'm not ready yet!!!! I am excited about my classes though, I think they'll all be pretty good. I'm in particular looking forward to International Legal Processes...the professor is supposedly really demanding but honestly that seems kind of refreshing, I would love to have a challenging class to keep me busy and maybe even...gasp...teach me something.

Anyway, tonight it's out to an indie rock show with my roomie from last year...not my usual scene but she's so fun and she promised we could go to this supposedly very awesome pub for a few beers, so I'm happy!

I Heart Neighbors...or not.

My upstairs neighbors, herein to be known as "The Stompers," have just right this minute started throwing buckets of (best case scenario) water off their balcony. I'm hoping they're not rocking the chamber pots up there...but WTF?

A nice day for a shotgun wedding.

Get in the taxi. GET IN THE TAXI!!!!

What a relief.

What a coincidence, I too keep donkeys in my trailer because I know they are God's favorite and he will therefore divert any storms away from my home. I'm so glad I'm not the only one.

I am my own armchair psychologist.

Do you ever have a moment of self-conciousness, of complete and utter self-doubt in your own ability to be an articulate and non-overwhelming person, so profound, that for a moment or two you are absolutely sure that you will have a broken personality for the rest of your life, and it makes you wonder how you ever made it this far with any friends or social systems intact?

I happen to know for a fact that I can be a bit...uh...abrasive, when people first meet me. But, in a nice way...not an evil uncomfortable way (at least I hope not). Nonetheless though, I am generally loud and opinionated and funny (I try anyway) and perhaps a little over the top for some people. And suddenly, I am having an attack of "OHMYGOD, I hope that all these new friends I've been making know that I'm just self-conscious and feel weird about my different-ness and my perception of my not-as-cool-as-everyone-else-ness and so I'm babbling instead of shutting up and observing which would be the right thing to do, but I can't stop talking because I want all these people to like and accept me and I CAN'T SHUT UP." This year HAS to be better than last year...my ability to finish law school depends on this year being better -- and so far it is better...and I don't want all the defense mechanisms I put up over the past year or so to defeat my new experiences this year before they even happen.

Repeat after me: I will take time to listen to others and be a good friend and not be defensive because I'm afraid people will attack me first, and I will make a concerted effort to not let my own insanely intense feelings of awkwardness turn me into the kind of rambling moronic weirdo that I despise.

Ironically, this entire post consists of me rambling...believe me, it's not lost on me. I can't even pinpoint what brought this all on, and I'm sure tomorrow I'll look at all this and think to myself what a complete neurotic crazy person I am, but for right now this is what's on my mind. I've been very angst-ridden lately -- perhaps I will take that yoga class.

Crazy days.

Today we took our small group of mentees out to lunch --- a few of them for every one or two of us. About five or six came to lunch with myself and a friend of mine...it was fun and I felt like we got to be a little bit more like our true selves since we weren't in front of the whole group playing "I'm A Positive Person and An Exceptional Role Model" for them, a position that is clearly patently untrue in my case. Overall, I'm still enjoying the peer mentoring gig.

Weirdest moment was probably when we were walking to lunch and one of the 1L's asked me if I had ever been to this bar that's right across from the law school. I told him I couldn't go in it because it has the same name as an ex-boyfriend of mine who I really hate and it just makes me angry to even walk by it...I was trying to be kind of flippant/funny since I am (obviously to me) not holding a grudge against someone that broke up with me almost three years ago, but he was like "Oh my god, that's the most bizarre reason I've ever heard for not going in a bar..." and then went on for a minute about how strange that was. And then I felt like maybe it was weird, but oh well, I guess I can't help it.

Anyway, no word yet on Grandpa Spatula but I'm sure he'll be fine...he's a strong guy, even for an 83 year old...and he's stubborn as hell, so he'll be back on his feet in no time. I still have to work at the student organization fair tonight, then run across town to a potluck for another organization I'm involved with and then tomorrow there's even more fun stuff planned, not the least of which is the law school picnic. I feel like I'm already back in school -- pressed for time and stressed out. Fun.

UPDATE: Grandpa Spatula made it through surgery in one piece...one titanium piece to be exact. They actually expect for him to be up walking around by tomorrow night. Gotta love technology.

Everyone needs to send good vibes...

My parents just got back from a two day camping trip in their new camper and had four voicemails upon returning. As it turns out, my grandpa fell down in his garage either yesterday or early this morning (it wasn't clear from what my dad told me) and broke his hip pretty badly. He will be having surgery tomorrow...but sometimes for old people this is a really serious problem and leads to a sharp decline in health...mentally, physically and emotionally. So, think good thoughts, or pray if that's your thing...because he's my grandpa and I love him and want him to be well as soon as possible.

An entire book addressing one of my pet peeves!

So, I'm sitting here watching Oprah and some guy who used to be a Sex and the City writer and now wrote a book called "He's Just Not That Into You" chitchat about relationships. Normally I think Oprah is sort of a cheesy, feed your spirit show that doesn't do much for me except kill the hour between Dr. Phil and the first of three back to back episodes of Law and Order on various channels all evening. But, today, I have to say, is pretty damn good.

This guy's message is basically telling women, "Hey, if the guy you are interested in or dating is into you, he'll step up to the plate and be there...and if he doesn't do that, he's not into you and you should walk away." Hell yes. I totally believe this. This is one of my huge dating pet peeves...when the man makes excuses for all the reasons he can't be there/can't call on time/can't follow up on what he says he'll do. I HATE that! I love that this guy is telling women that as a guy, when he met his wife, he did WHATEVER needed to be done to spend time with her, be with her, make her happy -- no excuses were needed and he did the right thing because he WANTED to do the right thing. Yes!

Anyway, this is warming the cockles of my heart. Yay for the message that women should have high standards and expect to be treated as a top priority in a man's life and that they don't have to accept less than that. If it takes Oprah saying it or endorsing it to make women believe it, then so be it. Right now, I'm going to, for the first time in my entire life, buy a book I saw on Oprah.

Who knew? Oh yeah, everyone.

I'm Dogbert!



Which Dilbert character are you?


(link via Soupie)

I'm a Peer Enabler Mentor!

Today was my first day of being a peer mentor. We are in teams of 2 and 3L's, and we mentor a small group's worth of 1L's (about 32). I was happily surprised by how much I like my fellow peer mentors and wish that I had gotten a chance to meet them last year, when I was sitting around bemoaning the fact that I hated everyone. I think we did a good job introducing our 1L's to some of the general things about 1L and about our school specifically (quarter system, etc). I am establishing my role as the peer mentor who will encourage everyone to not feel guilty for doing things their own way and the one who tells everyone it's OK to have a little fun and not get sucked into being an asshole law student. I hope I'm successful. Overall, I'm glad I decided to do it, I think it's going to be fun.

I walked by the bookstore not once but twice today, and still didn't stop and buy books. I just can't bring myself to do it. I keep saying "tonight I'll finish the very last of the moving in stuff, and THEN I'll be ready to buy books and start reading" but all that does is make me procrastinate on unpacking the last couple boxes. I'm not ready for school!!! Maybe I'll go buy myself some fun school supplies to make it seem better...pink glitter pens can fix a lot of issues for me.

Just Because: The Franchise

Just Because: Jason Lewis









And, you can click here to see the infamous Sex and the City Absolut Hunk ad. It's maybe/maybe not safe for work (SFW)...depends where you work and if you can look at a mostly naked Jason Lewis covered up with only a strategically placed Vodka bottle...something that I KNOW I want to look at, as often as possible.

Dr. Phil: Sex Guru

Today I watched some of the most ridiculous women ever complain to Dr. Phil about how their hubbies don't give them enough lovin'. He gave them the usual tips...blah blah blah, dress up like a pirate and a french maid, blah blah blah, make time for each other, blah blah blah. My advice to these women is to quit being total shrews and shut their yaps or get a spine and tell their husbands what their expectations are and quit writing secret letters to Dr. Phil instead of addressing the problem at home, where it belongs. If they're half as annoying at home as they were on the show, I can see why their husbands just want to sit in front of the TV and rock the football coma.

So, the beautiful thing is this little chart that Dr. Phil has on his website to help us all understand the differences between men and women in bed. I especially like the lightbulb -- "Hey honey, I've got an idea!!! Let's consult our chart and see how long this might take so we can plan appropriately...I don't want to miss the first five minutes of Nip/Tuck."

The "OOPS" is pretty good too. "OOPS Sweetie, my 2.8 minutes are up...where's the remote?"

You don't say.

So, some women pretend to be lesbians because it gets them attention? Really? I'm shocked.

Update

2 small cavities and I need a cleaning. Total cost: $682.00. Total amount covered by insurance: $0.00. Hooray for student insurance for being the exact opposite of what I need.

In other news, the bass playing neighbor is at it again and the glass in my pictures is actually vibrating. Also, the apartment office seems to have lost the package containing the book I bought off Amazon the other day. Geez.

Comment

Comment from my friend at the bar the other night when I asked if he'd been reading the blog..."Well, I was reading it, and it was really funny...and then you kept talking about law school and it was boring so I quit reading."

Oh.

Horror, thy name is senior picture.

Holy crap this is funny. I hate to even think about my senior picture, and my mom has it hanging on the wall in their hallway so every time I'm home I have to look at it, and it's SO awful -- I mean blue feather boa and huge perm awful. But, not NEARLY as wretched as these. Also, the blog is hysterical (this guy is on a kickball team called The Greasy Cooters...I'm sitting here wishing I had thought of that for my Fantasy Football team). Thanks to Taunting Happy Fun Ball for the link.

I swear Mr. Dentist...only ONE Diet Coke a day, and I always brush right after!! :)

I have to go to the dentist tomorrow, I think I have a cavity. I called our student health insurance plan to find out what kind of dental coverage I have...and the good news is that despite the fact that I pay a kajillion dollars a year for health insurance that DOESN'T cover any of my medical expenses unless I go above the deductible, which won't happen unless I get something truly heinous (the deductible is several hundred dollars...awesome), it ALSO doesn't cover any dental work I might need. It does cover preventative care though. How very helpful. How about I need some dental care to prevent me from freaking out. My tooth hurts.

Also, a cavity can cost between $200-500 to fill, and a root canal can be up to $3000 or so. How am I supposed to feel about the fact that my so-called student insurance actually pays for nothing...ever...no matter what...but I'm too scared not to get it in case I really get sick...in which case they'd probably refuse all my claims anyway. What a racket this is. THERE SHOULD BE A LAW!

Energy Spatula: Representative of the bottom 90%

OCI: Interview #1

Scene: Interviewer is sitting across table from me. In front of him is my resume on top of a pile of resumes of all the other students he's going to interview today. We spend some time chit-chatting about my past job history, the firm, the area, etc....

Interviewer: "Well, what I'm trying to do is show my hiring committee that people who aren't in the top 10% or even the top 25% an still be great candidates for summer associateships and eventual hiring."

TOUCHES MY RESUME

Me: "Uh-huh"

Interviewer: "Because you know that I believe that the major judgment on grades is at the beginning of the law school process when you're applying for entrance...after that if you're even in the bottom 50% that's still totally respectable."

TOUCHES MY RESUME

Me: "Uh-huh" (thinking, I'm not in the bottom 50%, but whatever)

Interviewer: "I mean, in law school there is a lot of competition, and not everyone can have stellar grades."

TOUCHES MY RESUME

Me: "Well, you know, I believe that when there are 60 people in a class and the point spread between top and bottom is 4 or 5 points, the grade itself doesn't tell a whole lot about the aptitude of individual students."

Interviewer: "I am totally with you on that. However, you know the hiring committee really worries about things like grades and unfortunately it's often difficult to get them to consider people who maybe haven't made the best grades but have other strengths."

TOUCHES MY RESUME


Anyway, the whole thing was very bizarre. I'm not going to go on and on about OCI because it's probably not a great idea, and actually, the firm I was interviewing for is a regional one and I would probably be very happy to work there at least as far as location and the type of work they do...but in the interview it felt like I wasn't up to snuff as far as what they were looking for which made me feel inadequate and also made me wonder why they interviewed me. I assumed that the firm interviews I got were based on past work history and factors OTHER than grades, but then I felt like it came back to grades, which is I guess pretty much what I expected. How very strange this process is. Oh well, no more interviews until the end of next week and school starts Monday so I guess I have the rest of the week to do my peer mentoring gig and buy books, do reading, etc. On a sidenote, one of my friends from school had this to say to me this morning..."They're letting YOU be a peer mentor?" God, no respect.

Crap.

Clack. Clink. Kerclunk.

Those are the sounds an earring that you apparently took off while you were drunk and laid on the carpet for "safekeeping?" makes when it goes up the vacuum. Damnit. I have yet to find the other earring. It's probably in the freezer or on the back porch or something. Geez.

Star Jones...Different than Joan Rivers, but still as totally annoying.

I am watching Star Jones host the red carpet Emmy coverage on E!. It's been on for 53 minutes.

Number of times she has mentioned her boobs/the size of her boobs/how many people are staring at her boobs/how jealous people are of her huge boobs: 5

Number of times she has said "Black don't crack": 2

Number of times she's mentioned that her fiance is there with her and what a great wonderful catch he is: 4

Number of times she's held the microphone awkwardly with her left hand so that the camera can focus on her huge diamond engagement ring: Infinity+1

She also asked Anne Heche how her baby was, and then looked into the camera and said "Homer (the poor kid's name), Mommy and Auntie Star say hello." I had no idea she was so close to the Heche sure-to-be-batshit-crazy-like-his-mommy baby.

Ewwwww.

Is anyone else watching The Surreal Life? I generally detest all reality TV...but in spite of myself I watched a couple episodes on VH1 on Friday night and I have to say, Flavor Flav and Brigitte Neilson hooking up is possibly one of the most disturbing things I've ever seen on TV. It's so awful. Ack.

Also, last night I drank all the booze in TVPNM and today I miraculously don't have a hangover. Must be good karma. M. called me this morning and apparently I called her 12 times last night and left 10 voicemails, the drunkdial was in full effect. Also, at the behest of one of my friends I did a shot of something green and foamy and also a shot called an Irish Cowboy...the ingredients of both of these remain a mystery to me...and I think that's OK. Also a shot of Jack. And about 8 or so beers. See how totally amazing it is that I've escaped a truly vile hangover??

Anyway, first OCI interview is tomorrow...gotta spend some time today getting ready. Perhaps I'll have another Diet Coke first though -- it can only help.

Just Because: Drinking is Fun!

When the beer is this good, I don't even mind drinking alone. It means I don't have to share. Sharing booze = bad, blogging while drinking = good.

Just Because: I'm Pathetic

Hell yeah I'm sitting at home alone on a Friday night mooning over a totally made up character in a movie. It's normal. IT IS!!

A collection of thoughts not related to each other in any way except that I wrote them all down.

First day reading assignments came out today. Joy. Now I can no longer effectively pretend like I'm just living in this apartment with a neverending supply of financial aid money but that I don't actually have to go back to school. I've been sitting on my couch in my pajamas pretty much all week in complete and total denial that in less than two weeks I have to dive back into law school...actually, my peer mentoring gig starts next week since the 1L's have Orientation...ack!

I forced myself to hang the rest of the pictures and stuff today...somehow it looks more homey once stuff is hanging on the walls even though everything isn't quite put away. Nothing says "Energy Spatula live here" like a shelf all filled with shiny rhinestoney pink things.

Aside from all of the above, I think I have a cavity (bad!) but the bus driver that drives the "home from school" route is kind of cute in a boy-next-door way (good!). If you have to ride the bus, and I do, a little eye candy once in a while is a good thing.

I rented "Bend It Like Beckham" to watch tonight for about the fifth time while I hydrate for my all day drink fest tomorrow. And, finally, to complete this post made up of entirely unrelated random thoughts, my new bathroom has all lilliputian fixtures. The showerhead is about shoulder height, and the counter and sink hit me around mid-thigh. It would all be perfect if I was 5'1", but since I'm 5'9", it's been...interesting. It's like someone took my original bathroom and then put it in the oven and it came out as a shrinky-dink. Very strange.

And there will be rivers of beer, and pretzels for all people!!

In honor of my own trip to our local Oktoberfest tomorrow, here's a story about the REAL one...someone had a great idea to make a guide for drunken revelers to help them communicate. Helpful phrases include "bsuffa" (drunk), "biesln" (to urinate), "schbeim" (to vomit) and "obandln" (to flirt). " What more would you need to know? Also, I'm sure that when you're just drunk off your ass it's totally no problem pronouncing any of those words.

Happy Day.

Oh my gosh, this is so cool! All you do is enter all your information and it makes you a new template for your blog, and you get to pick the colors and even add pictures if you have some! So fun!! I am, of course, too lazy to take the template and actually put all my links and stuff in it, but I'm having fun making all manners of pink and purple blog templates.

Link via mellow-drama, a great blog by an author that appreciates good beer, a subject that as we all know is near and dear to my heart. I have, in fact, extolled the virtues of Rogue Beer here before. Now, if only I could get my hands on a virtual bedazzler, I could have the ultimate blog.

You're the one that I want...ooh ooh ooh.

OK ladies, here it is, finally....Mail Order Husbands. Go on over and find yourself a keeper.

Here's a little taste of what you will find there:


My name is Daryl. I am 17, but will be turning 18 in September. I figure by the time we get to know each other I will be legal tender and we can marry. My parents are kicking me out after December and I'd like to meet a woman with a lot of money so we can have fun. I like women between 18-45, but would consider older if we do not have to touch a lot. Country: Wooster Falls, ILL, U.S.A.

And, for when the honeymoon is over (and it has to end sometime), here's some advice on How To Get A Restraining Order.

Hurricanes and Mice.

My very first Air Force assignment was at Eglin Air Force Base, in Fort Walton Beach, Florida. My townhouse was about 1/2 block from the Brooks Bridge, which connects Fort Walton with Okaloosa Island. So basically I lived about two blocks from the beach, and happily, less than 2 miles from Howl at the Moon. My friend, whose family is in and around Mobile, AL, just emailed me that at least part of that general area is under water (make sure to read to the end of the story -- about the last restaurant open in Fort Walton). How strange to think that if I was still there I would be either (a) evacuated, or (b) working with the military filling sandbags or cleaning up flood damage in the community or on the base. What a difference five years makes!

Here's a good story about my townhouse in Florida. After I moved in, I found out that it was infested with mice. I would see them running and if the lights were out at night and the house was quiet I could hear them running in the walls and across the linoleum floor in the kitchen. So, I called an exterminator but he couldn't come for about a week, and I didn't want to put out poison because I was afraid they would die in the walls and smell really bad in the Florida heat. The solution? Mousetraps. They didn't have the snap traps at the store I went to, but only glue traps. The glue traps are sticky (duh!) and the mouse is then trapped on the sticky surface until you pick up the trap (or force your male friends to do it) and throw it away. It's probably not overly humane, but whatever. So, one night, I'm awakened by a sound like "Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack." And of course, since I'm asleep I wake up in a panic thinking someone is trying to break in or something. I basically lay there in the dark for a while trying to decide whether to get up and check it out, but the noise keeps happening and gradually I decide it's not a burglar but don't know what the hell it is. I get up and turn on the light and there is a mouse all the way under the closet door, except for his tail, which is sticking out into my bedroom and is stuck to a glue trap. It was so funny (well, it's funny now). I totally panicked. What are the choices? Leave him there thwacking away at the door all night, let him go and have him running around the house stuck to a trap, or take the trap off which would require touching the filthy little bastard. So, I did the only thing a girl can do, I got a broom and sort of brushed the trap away until it came off and the mouse was then able to run into my closet and probably eat through my walls a little more. I put out poison the next day. Anyway, now that I reread this it's not a very funny story -- but it took a long time to write so I'm posting it anyway. Sorry.

More Good News.

They are now doing construction in the hallway outside my apartment door. It sounds like there are jackhammers and bandsaws and nailguns -- Oh My...God.

What did I get myself into?