Saturday, October 30, 2004
Also, it is strangely pathetic to be home alone on the Saturday night before Halloween with nothing to do and nowhere to go after having spent the entire day at school.
Lastly, cattle guards have no place on VW Bugs, and actually, no place on any car in TVPNM...I mean, c'mon people. My Texan sensibilities are hideously offended.
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Friday, October 29, 2004
The allegations. The complaint. The next step in legal world domination.
I am soaking my brain in aspartame and trying to write my Evidence paper which is patently ridiculous since I know that I am soon going to the happy German bar for beer. How can I be expected to concentrate...I've got like...at least two strikes against me right there.
1. My supervisor from this summer finally got my final evaluation done and turned into our Career Services Office, which means that they will stop emailing me and demanding it every damn day, and also that I will actually get some credit for the 12K I spent this summer.
2. Career Services actually got it routed correctly to my faculty supervisor for approval, and in less than two days...a minor miracle.
3. My faculty supervisor was nice enough to take time out of her busy day to go hunt for the package in her mailbox, open it, read the form to see if they had checked the "allow student to see this" box, and then let me read it while she stood there.
4. All evidence to the contrary, and in direct contradiction to the fact that I wrote a 15 page legal memo with the very first case I cited being unpublished because I just wasn't paying attention, and the fact that since my supervisor only had time to read the first two pages, and since her only comment to me on it was "You got the right answer, but why the hell did you cite to an unpublished opinion?", they still gave me a positive, if lukewarm, evaluation.
5. A job that I'm very interested in, but was having trouble arranging an interview for because they want me to pay to come see them and aren't thrilled with the phone interview idea, and I want to pay $800 to get my cavities filled thereby making a 2-day last minute plane trip across country rather impractical, has an executive type person who's going to be in Seattle next week and is going to interview me in person. So we all win.
6. I heart German beer. 2 hours and counting until beer time.
1. Beefy McManstick Badass Spatula is still alive. Barely. Last night I came home and he was kind of bobbing along at the top of the tank and I really thought he was dead. But, after I hit the side of the tank like nineteen times he started swimming around. Perhaps he's just lacking motivation. I'm going to buy him a toy for the tank so he won't get bored. Problem solved. Unless he dies.
2. Yesterday in Family Law we read a case about the statutory requirement for separation before a divorce is granted (something I know a little bit about, coincidentally) and the man in the case wanted to separate from his wife, but she was disabled, so he felt guilty. So, he moved into his van in their front yard. So, this girl in our class is reading her holding to the class, and she goes..."blah blah blah, when he lives in a van...." And I totally lost it, because in my mind is Chris Farley going "DOWN BY THE RIVER." I laughed so hard I was crying. Sadly, since it's law school, only about 1/3 of the class got it I think...but it was damn funny.
3. I owe a shout out to our Career Services Office for making sure that I didn't get a single non-firm job announcement, EVER, and for not letting me know that almost all the government jobs I'm even remotely interested in have deadlines for application next week. Thanks guys. Just think, if you keep up this level of service you could surpass Financial Aid in pure evil-ness by the end of the school year.
4. I love International Legal Processes so much, I can't even tell you. It is the first (and only) class in all of law school that I haven't pretty much hated or just had no real feelings about either way. I've had classes where I like them because I liked the professor, but this class has a good prof AND it's awesome. Yay.
5. After school today I'm going to a German bar where I am going to drink German beer and get very drunk. It's the bright spot of my week.
Thursday, October 28, 2004
The good news is that apparently, even if you're a total lush in college, that's probably alright as long as you calm down afterwards and give your liver a break. It doesn't say whether spending another three years in law school and being forced to drink constantly to blunt the pain of the experience counts towards one's years of allowable lush-hood. I like to think of it as just sort of a warm-up for a lifetime of needing to blunt the pain once I become a real lawyer.
Wednesday, October 27, 2004
Blah blah blah blah blah blah we don't care where you go but you can't work here. Blah blah blah blah we noticed how much candy you stole on your way out. Blah blah blah blah although you probably don't suck it didn't come through in the interview so we offered the job to someone else. Blah blah go to hell and quit calling us. Blah blah blah best of luck in your job search, you seem like you're going to need it.
The Place That Doesn't Particularly Want To Hire You
Tuesday, October 26, 2004
Mom: Brush your teeth and take a shower. Everyone feels better when they're clean. If that fails, pray. If that fails, it's probably the aliens and you're doomed.
Dad: Drink a glass of water. Go for a run. Did you drink the water? Damn, well...you're probably just dehydrated. Have some more water. But don't have Gatorade, that has sugar (and hence calories)...plain water is best. Did you know the human body is 70% water? Here, I got you a glass. Once you drink that I'll take you to 7-11 for a Super Big Gulp. But only after you go running.
Me: "God, this sucks. I'm so pissed...my fish already has a NAME...I need to a fish to call Beefy McManstick!"
Friend: "You think you're disappointed? My fish* already had names AND a lifestyle choice!"
In other news, as a word to the wise, if you bring your lunch on a paper plate into the ladies room, don't be throwing around the attitude when people put their backpacks up on the counter next to you food. You brought your lunch...INTO A BATHROOM! You have no room to be critical, ok? Back off.
Monday, October 25, 2004
The people (John Wooden of "Chickenhead Productions") who own www.georgewbush.org [not Bush-Cheney '04, Inc.] recently discovered their catch-all mailbox and have posted a slew of random messages people mistakenly sent to georgewbush.org.
Also, as usual, Airtoons make me laugh when life gets weird.
I've written and erased about 10 really long posts because I'm not sure what I want to write about, or rather, I know some things I'd like to write about, but I'm not sure how to do it. I'm feeling conflicted. Suddenly I've realized that, thanks to law school and moving to a place where I've experienced a great degree of culture shock, I am not a connected, active, interesting person anymore. I go to the library. I go home. I watch TV. I occasionally drink too much. Repeat every day until you are essentially a pre-Colin Firth Bridget Jones. Only without all the hope and cheerfulness. Blech. Life is weird these days...but hopefully it's just a phase...the 2L doldrums or something. Maybe it's the upcoming 30th birthday. Double blech. Oh well, thanks to those who wished me well today, I'm feeling a lot better...I made a yummy Chinese Chicken Salad for dinner since I was home early, and ate popsicles. I'll be back at school tomorrow, ready to take on the world...or at least drugged up to the point where I don't feel like a bag of ass. Hooray for modern OTC pharmaceuticals!
UPDATE: Thanks Wayne. I think the fact that I don't actually have a penis makes this awesome name even more special. I'm pretty sure I'm gonna have to get a fish now...he's already got a rad name.
|Your Penis Name is: Beefy McManstick|
I love the overzealous use of quote marks.
Saturday, October 23, 2004
Friday, October 22, 2004
Thanks for driving right by the bus stop tonight at 8:30 p.m. I'll have you know that I was kind of drunk and really had to pee and I didn't appreciate having to chase you three blocks down 15th Avenue because there were no more buses for an hour. Also, when you said "Gee, I didn't think you were waiting for the bus" when CLEARLY I was standing at a bus stop, with a backpack, staring plaintively at you, I felt like punching you right in the face. I am going to watch Walking Tall right now and try to forgive you. You have bad karma, I just know it. You're lucky that I didn't have a heart attack or something running after you. I mean, really...I'm a law student, I don't get out much.
Prof: "So, who knows where Nike is incoporated?"
Student: "Oregon, right?"
Prof: "That's right, Oregon...the state of beaver."
I swear to god, I almost choked.
Also, I blogged before about what I consider to be, quite possibly, the first true sign of the apocalypse, and I'll be damned if the commercial isn't on every four minutes. God, get it away.
Lastly, I put up a post at Blawg Wisdom with the first of the results/helpful answers and links from my "What Should I Do With My Life" question from the other day.
Thursday, October 21, 2004
"So, if someone is busted for cocaine possession does the substance the cops find have to be cocaine only when it's admitted into evidence, or does it still have to be cocaine at the time of trial?"
I hate it when the coke trans-morph-a-ri-sizes between the time it's admitted into evidence and when the trial starts.
1. I hate tomatoes, olives, and ham.
2. My favorite flower is the spider mum (the pic is of a yellow one...but I prefer white if you're taking notes), followed closely by the tulip.
3. I once locked M. outside our hotel room in Las Vegas after we'd been drinking heavily because she was sick and I have an intense and irrational fear of people vomiting (complete with panic attacks, cold sweats, dizziness, intense fear, etc.). I cannot overstate how freaked out it makes me to be around sick people...not normal "everyone hates puking" fear...but intense, heart-racing, white-knuckle fear. Not to the degree of being emetophobic...but pretty far out there on the craziness scale.
3a. I have never been sick from drinking to the point where I actually puked. Ever. I will endure a four day hangover before I'll let myself be sick. I might "feel" sick but I won't "get" sick.
4. I went to three high schools in four years.
5. I lived in Korea for two years and the Philippines for two years.
5a. I went to my junior year of high school in Montgomery, Alabama where I was recruited onto the school's Model United Nations debate team because I was the only person in any of the teacher/MUN faculty advisor's History classes who had actually been out of the country.
6. My first real word was "guava."
7. I had a baby blanket as a kid that my grandma made for me and it had these little tassles all over it with like little cotton ball things on the ends, and I ate each and every tassle over the course of my baby and toddler-hood.
8. In high school our (M. and I) English teacher made us draw pictures to go with the book we were reading, The Picture of Dorian Gray. M. and I drew a comic strip where all the characters looked like Elvis and had huge rhinestone belts with their initials on them to tell them apart.
9. I have two tattoos. A chinese character on my inner right ankle, and a dragon on my lower back. I feel superior though because I got the dragon almost 10 years ago, WAY before the lower back tattoo got trendy for girls. The chinese character says "wife" (supposedly...who knows?) and ex#2 and I got them (well, his said "husband") two days after our elopement, following the ingestion of a HUGE amount of Jack Daniels, at the tattoo parlor across the street from my house in Ft. Walton Beach.
10. I am an obsessive planner of my social life and my time spent outside of school...to the point that I drive my friends crazy. I like to know several days in advance what I will be doing and I am ALWAYS early. The concept of "fashionably late" means nothing to me and spontaneity is not a part of my vocabulary.
11. I have weird colored eyes, kind of brownish-orange-hazel, and get asked at least a couple times a week if I wear colored contacts by random strangers.
12. The first boy I ever really had a huge crush on, who later became the first boy I ever kissed, ended up being a drug dealer and screwed a girl in my Algebra II class. A harbringer of things to come.
13. I have never had sex in a car. Thankfully. But, if a pickup truck bed counts, then, well....
14. I LOVE to look at big industrial structures like power plants at night when they're all lit up. I don't know why, but I just really think they're sort of beautiful. Bridges too, but most especially power plants.
OK..that's it for now...I apologize in advance because I'm not sure this is really all that interesting, but you know...it was a long day. And, as an aside, it is REALLY hard to think up stuff that you guys don't know about me...I gotta quit putting my whole life up here -- where's the damn mystery?
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
UPDATE: Holy Shit...I can hear her in the hall now giving someone else her crazy sob story. Drugs are bad...mmmmmmkay.
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
So, many of you are lawyers. Some of you are even bloggers. I would love to hear about your jobs, career paths, how you got to a place you enjoy, and even non-law jobs that you are using (or not using) your JD in. Leave a comment, send an email, put a post up on your site...but help all of us undecideds reach career self-actualization. I need to say THANKS! to the people who've already sent me emails in the past telling me about their jobs and why they like them or think I would like them. If you do decide to email me, let me know if it would ever be OK to share your answer (anonymously of course) as I might try to compile the answers if I get a few different ones into a "helpful advice" post for over at Blawg Wisdom (and here too!). And if you are a blogger and you've already addressed this drop me a line with the link so I can read it.
I really want to get some opinions and ideas that aren't filtered through the Career Services Office...which I don't want to spend all my time disparaging but just isn't helpful unless you are either (a) Mr./Ms. Law School Top 10% Law Review Perfect Everything Gonna Make the School Proud, or (b) the "I have lived here my whole life and want nothing more than to follow the herd and stay here and do everything that everyone else does." Even our "mentor" program is only for people who want to stay here...if you say you want to move away from TVPNM after law school they go..."Oh sorry, we
The name of this
And it's meant to complement two other sculptures on campus which, unfortunately, I have yet to see. I'm sure they're lovely.
Anyway, I still think it looks like a sheet metal igloo.
I had to go to Career Services for a "career counseling" session. This is something that they're doing for us this year now that there's new management in the office to prove to us that they don't suck anymore. And I'm willing to concede that they seem a lot more together in there than ever before.
However, is it bad when I go in for my career counseling meeting and the only thing I leave with is a job printout to be a Human Resource recruiter for the state government? Just to "hang onto and check on for the next year or two until I graduate." WTF?! Is it already obvious to everyone but me that I have absolutely no future as a lawyer and so I should start looking at jobs that I was qualified for 8 years ago when I was getting my Bachelor's degree??
I need to dumb down my resume because my past employment is too complicated for people to understand (this one caused me to raise my hackles which I think is what set her off on the "you seem to have a...uh...very strong personality and...uh...very clear boundaries").
I will never be happy in any job where someone is the boss of me (DUH!)
If I don't want to stay in TVPNM then they don't really have any contacts to help me find a job
Anyway, if you read past the pictures below you also know I got a ding and a "we'll see" yesterday, which is actually OK except that I think I'm actually going to have to really start putting some effort into the job search. More on that later as it's time for me to go catch the bus. Today will be better. I'm sure of it.
Monday, October 18, 2004
Mount St. Helens -- it's pretty far away, and blurry, but I put a helpful arrow on it!!
Here's 1/2 of the Chuck Taylor collection...unfortunately the other half is in a box at my mom and dad's...I forgot a couple boxes when I moved back up this summer. But, I think you get the idea.
Here's the shelf/hook thingie I hang my keys on when I walk in the door. And no, I don't live in a funhouse, I just can't take a reasonably level picture apparently.
Here's the top shelf holding part of my rhinestone picture frame collection...oooohhh shiny! Sorry, but to protect the innocent I had to block out the pictures.
Here's the whole wall. There are probably another 20 frames distributed throughout the rest of the apartment on every flat surface, but once again, you get the picture. And my dad refurbished the chest and my mom painted it...I've said it before, I come from incredibly accomplished and talented people and yet somehow manage to struggle with just meeting the minimum on a daily basis. *sigh*
And just in case you're still paying attention after all those pictures, that sound you hear is me getting dinged. One "you're very qualified but at this time we've decided not to extend an offer to you" email, and another letter of the "we are still considering you, and if you want to come down here on your own dime that's cool, and we'll let you know next month...but we're just not sure yet." I'm going to bed.
Sunday, October 17, 2004
The real upside I guess is that she's the friend that lent me her digital camera to help the photoblogging effort, so there may be pics of shiny stuff, Chuck Taylors, and possibly even a fuming volcano (cross your fingers) in the next few days once she has a chance to download my fumbling attempts at "focusing" and "centering." Yay!
Lastly, if you own one of those scented oil burners from The Body Shop (or the home accessory store of your choice) there is a new oil out for fall called Pumpkin Tangerine and it smells SO good! My house smells like fall and pumpkin pie spice and cold crisp weather and warm gooey happy feelings. So yummy!
Saturday, October 16, 2004
Friday, October 15, 2004
Britney Spears has been spending the last several days writing a missive called “Letter of Truth: I hope you can handle it” — which she plans to post on her fan site. “It was a life-changing letter for me, and I just want my fans to read it,” Spears told Britain’s OK magazine. “It really states where I am in my life right now. It is making closure with a lot of things and I think this is my ultimate truth.” The newlywed pop princess says she had some epiphanies after seeing the Broadway production of “Wicked” — a look at "The Wizard of Oz" that’s sympathetic to the Witch of the West, and has worked so hard on her letter that she says, she “feels like I’m at Harvard.”
And now, here's the letter:
BRITNEY'S LETTER TO FANS
I am going to start writing this column now as often as possible. The reason being is so I can talk directly to you, my fans, who have stuck by me & who continue to support me. Also, I'm not going to be as busy as my Mom. She's running behind my sister like crazy! I am also going to take some time off to enjoy life. I've actually learned to say "NO!" With this newly found freedom, its like people don't know how to act around me. Should we talk to her like we did when she was 16 or like the Icon everyone says she is? My prerogative right now is to just chill & let all of the other overexposed blondes on the cover of Us Weekly be your entertainment... GOOD LUCK GIRLS!! I'm sorry that my life seemed like it was all over the place the past 2 years, it's probably because IT WAS! I understand now what they mean when they talk about child stars. Going & going & going is all I've ever known since I was 15 years old. It's amazing what advisors will push you to do, even if it means taking a naive, young, blonde girl & putting her on the cover of every magazine.
I know now that my knee gave out on me this past summer so that I would have no choice but to stop. My body was shutting down and needed rest. It's funny how the Man upstairs works. Right now, I have to go-- I really want to watch "Saved" with
Mandy Moore and re-runs of "Sex and the City." I want to enjoy all of the simple things that I missed over the past few years due to working way too much. Being married is GREAT and I can't wait to start my family! There is so much change going on right now... not only with me, but in the world, as well. So, the next time you see my face, hear one of my songs or even if I'm the topic of your next conversation, please remember that times are changing & so am I.
Love always, Britney
P.S. I look forward to writing you all again soon. Kevin and I are finally able to take our Honeymoon!!
I can see how writing this extremely intellectually rigorous letter would make her feel like she's "at Harvard." It must have taken, like,
In defense of the Britster, perhaps this ISN'T the letter she was talking about -- although this IS the only letter from her that is up on the website and addressed to the fans and advertised as the letter they've (the fans)all been waiting for...but maybe we'll get lucky and there will be ANOTHER letter that's even BETTER and more INTELLIGENT than this one. I can only cross my fingers and hope.
*These are all magazine pics and are fairly SFW in that she's not any more naked in these than she is any other time I don't think.
Also, I apologize in advance to Larry because I know she loves Britney -- but this was just too good not to put up.
Brat Pack Villain a Hero: Instead of highlighting obscene celeb overspending, this week the Good$ is also about the good. The National Enquirer reports that when Boston Legal star James Spader was leaving Santa Monica restaurant La Vecchia recently, a speeding car banged into a homeless man's cart, sending all his possessions sailing. Sensitive soul Spader ran into the street, dodging cars and helping the weeping man gather his stuff. Then he paid for his taxi to a nearby shelter. Spader reportedly pressed $320 into the man's hand, saying, "I'm sorry. That's all the cash I have, but please take it and buy yourself some new things." Spader rules!
I agree, Spader rules! *Sigh*
I mean, who says to a fellow student "Let me just finish my thought here because I firmly disagree with your position on this and I would like to have a chance to explain to you why I went from being a true liberal to being a social liberal and a fiscal moderate"? Also, apparently she will "Never be caught dead taking a paycheck from a libertarian law firm." But, she also said she has a crush on John Stossel...isn't he a libertarian?
I'm just gonna concentrate on my Diet Coke and try not to laugh out loud.
Thursday, October 14, 2004
1. The callback went well. I got there and was waiting for about 20 minutes before they called me back to the conference room...and to make a rather long story short, about 10 minutes after that one of the interviewers walks in late and goes "I have been sitting in my office for the past half hour thinking about how awful you are, and how you're late, and how you must really not want to be a summer associate here because you're a half hour late...and then I found out you've been here the whole time and I'M the one who's late." It was kind of bizarre because I had definitely been sitting the waiting room for like 20 minutes thinking "Why the hell are they making me wait so long?" Anyway, a failure to communicate I guess. I met a couple of the younger associates who recently were summer associates and of course they said they liked it, etc.... I feel a lot better about them then I did after the first interview...both about the interview itself and about them as a firm. Anyway, guess we'll see what happens.
2. My very nice friend from school lent me her digital camera, so I will be getting the pictures that were requested up this weekend I hope.
3. I saw Mt. Saint Helens TWICE and both times there was steam and stuff coming out of it...it was really cool. I took a picture out the window while I was stuck in traffic with the aforementioned digital camera, so if it comes out, I'll post that too.
4. I'm SWAMPED at school...somehow every day I get a little bit more behind. This weekend I vow to get at least semi-caught-up. No boozing. This time I mean it.
5. My ex sent me this pic of our dog...Bad Bad Leroy Brown. Look at his freakishly long tongue. When he was a baby and we first got him, he almost died of parvovirus, and I sat at the pet hospital with him for DAYS while he had tiny little IV's in his puppy legs, it was awful. We spent almost $1000 keeping him alive within the first week we had him because I had fallen in love and absolutely wouldn't hear of having him put to sleep. When the ex and I got divorced he kept Leroy because he had a yard...but he's been really good about sending me pictures of our "baby boy" and letting me in on the milestones in Leroy's life (first time he broke through the fence and chased a car, first time he ate a major piece of furniture...how many chicks he helped my ex get after the divorce). Anyway, I thought this pic was funny...enjoy.
I went to Enterprise Rent-A-Car after school on Tuesday to pick up my rental, so I could drive partway to "Callback Land" and spend the night -- trying to cut down on the five hour drive the next morning. And, because the dirty Diet Coke is rotting my brain, I forgot that I HATE Enterprise because they won't let you use a debit/credit card...something about you (the customer) being able to get the car and then clean out the account and end up being a total criminal. So, anyway, if you're going to use a debit/credit card they make you fill out an additional form that basically looks like an apartment lease or something (Name, Social, Address, REFERENCES, etc...). It's totally ridiculous. And one of the lines is "What is your purpose for renting this car?" So, now that you have the background (1 long paragraph), here's the punchline (about 3 lines).
Enterprise Guy: "You didn't fill out your purpose for renting the car."
Me: "Well, no. I don't really think it's any of your business."
EG: "Well, I have to put something."
Me: "How about trolling for hookers?"
EG: "Ummmmmm...I'll just put N/A."
Me: "You do that."
Anyway, that's how the trip started...and, as a final bit of hilarity, the car they gave me was called a Pontiac Vibe. Who thought that name up? The Enterprise Guy goes "Here's your vibe, you're gonna like it, it's a fun ride." I swear to god. I thought Diet Coke was gonna come out my nose, I was laughing so hard.
Wednesday, October 13, 2004
Mark Valley is on Boston Legal with my boyfriend James Spader. He's hot. He fought in Desert Storm. He's hot. He does push-ups on the show. Hot. Hot. Hot. He is a beautiful, beautiful man.
PS: The interview went well, more on that and everything else tomorrow -- I'm exhausted and have been in the car basically all day except for the two hours I spent trying to charm three people who I've never met before...I generally have a hard time charming people I already know...and they're usually drunk. Anyway, more later.
Tuesday, October 12, 2004
PS: I will be driving right by this...I'm not sure what it means when more than one of my friends has said they hope it blows up while I'm driving by so I can "take pictures." Um...yeah.
Monday, October 11, 2004
I will be placing my order as soon as they make one that says "What Would Karl Llewellyn Do?"
Anyway, go there...get an Ambulance Chaser t-shirt for your mom for her birthday. I'm going to.
Thanks to Inter Alia for the link.
Also, I got an email from my professor that tomorrow is my day to talk in Freedom of Expression. The topic? Obscenity. I predict that I will use the phrase "internet porn" more than once. Something I know nothing about of course. I've just heard other people talk about it.
The Word of the Day for October 9 is:
coruscate • \KOR-uh-skayt\ • verb *1 : to give off or reflect light in bright beams or flashes : sparkle 2 : to be brilliant or showy in technique or style
Example sentence:Nora quipped, "All articles that coruscate with resplendence are not truly auriferous," meaning "all that glitters is not gold."
Did you know?To help you gain a flash of recognition next time you see "coruscate" (or to prompt you when you need a brilliant synonym for "sparkle"), remember this bit of bright imagery by George Bernard Shaw, describing a centuries-old abbey: "O'er this north door a trace still lingers / Of how a Gothic craftsman's fingers / Could make stones creep like ivy stems / And tilings coruscate like gems." The more mundane can just memorize the word's etymology although it's not a shining example of remarkableness. "Coruscate" developed from the Latin "coruscare," which means "to flash." That word also gave us the noun "coruscation" ("glitter, sparkle") and the adjective "coruscant" ("shining, glittering"), long before "coruscate" was even a glimmer in English-speakers' eyes (it first appeared in English prose in the 18th century).
TVPNU doesn't give Columbus Day off...so lucky me, I'm at school. If you do have the day off -- enjoy!
Sunday, October 10, 2004
I've just been letting everything happen without me recently, but what can I say? Not much on my mind to speak of. I can't be bothered with anything recently.
Current Mood: jejune
What can I say?
I can't be bothered with anything recently. I've just been staying at home waiting for something to happen. Shrug. I guess it doesn't bother me. I've just been letting everything happen without me lately. Not much on my mind right now.
Current Mood: stagnant
Such is life
Not much on my mind. I've just been letting everything happen without me. I feel like a fog. I haven't gotten anything done lately. My life's been pretty boring lately.
Current Mood: ho hum
Awesome! Apparently the site is no longer active but there's several years worth of archives, so check out The Brunching Shuttlecocks for more. I'm sure that this is probably one of those things that everyone who was an internet person long before me already knows about -- but I'm a late bloomer, so cut me some slack! :)
Friday, October 08, 2004
Interviewers: "Why do you want to work for us?"
Me: "Blah blah blah practical experience, blah blah blah really interested in the things you're doing, blah blah blah make a difference."
Interviewers: "What attracted you to applying to our organization?"
Me: "Uh....blah blah blah practical experience, blah blah blah really interested in the things you're doing, blah blah blah make a difference."
Interviewers: "What do you hope to get out of a summer experience with us?"
Me: "Well...as I said before...blah blah blah practical experience, blah blah blah really interested in the things you're doing, blah blah blah make a difference."
This goes on for like 13 questions...all of them slightly different and yet making it possible for me to only give the same answer over and over. Finally, this happened:
Interviewers: "Well, what's the one thing you want us to remember about you from this interview?"
Me: "I'm not sure what I'd like you to remember, but I think you're gonna remember that I'm the girl that said 'blah blah blah practical experience, blah blah blah really interested in the things you're doing, blah blah blah make a difference' fifteen times in a row."
I don't think they were amused by my half-hearted attempt to make light of the fact that I spent 30 minutes with them and really didn't feel like they got to know me or that I got to know them very well. Oh well.
Cross your fingers and hope that I get a callback from the morning place. They were awesome.
Thursday, October 07, 2004
As a final thought though...my friend spotted this license plate frame today (is it called a frame? a surrounder thingie? a cozy?):
My other ride is your daughter.
Wednesday, October 06, 2004
I bought a broasted turkey breast tonight and made some of the Idahoan mashed potatoes that are different flavors. YUMMY!!!!! New best snack food ever. There are about five flavors. They come in small pouches and I just put it in the micro for 4 minutes and WALA an American Dream. You should try them. I just finished the first class in my Rose Seminar* at the Church. There are at least three people out of the 10 there who have no hope ever of painting a rose or anything else. Oh Well. I should take Molly for a walk but I can't bring myself to do it. It looks like it's gonna storm so I'll use that as an excuse.
PS: *I think I've mentioned before that she's an artist. The "Rose Seminar" is a painting class she teaches at the church for free.
PS pt 2: I'm sure posting this is a guarantee that one day she'll find it...so I want to say in advance: Mom, I love you and think you're awesome and I am SO glad you passed along the gene that allows me to make really awesome snickerdoodles, but you have to admit...sometimes you can be a little crazy. In a nice way. I love you.
Come to Oklahoma. Or don't. Judging by the quality of our literature...we don't much care one way or the other.
Oklahoma: It's really not OK. At all.
There is NOTHING more annoying on the entire planet than sitting on the bus for almost 100 blocks behind two shrill undergraduate girls discussing the nuances of Marxism (as learned in their Freshman philosophy class, no doubt).
Also, Jimmy is on 60 Minutes tonight. I will be having my parents TiVo for posterity.
Tuesday, October 05, 2004
UPDATE: While perusing the internet for
Overheard in class today:
Guy to Girl: "Can you speak up?"
Girl: "It's written on the board"
Guy: "I can't see the board...jackass"
To be fair, I think these two might be friends since no one seemed overly offended...but it was still funny. I don't think the teacher ever figured out why half the class had dissolved into laughter.
Overheard in same class today:
Discussion was about miscegenation laws and what states had laws like this in 1965. Professor is moving down the row and each person is naming a different southern state.
Guy in front row: "Texas"
Guy: "I don't know...because they're Texas and it just seems like something that would happen there. I mean, it's Texas...and that's all I should have to say."
A few other people go.
Girl: "Because it's next to Texas...I mean, they're bascially the same place."
Uh...actually...NO! Ask Larry, she'll tell you.
Overheard in someone else's class today:
Professor (rooting around under podium to try to get a video cued up): "Wait a minute folks, I'm having a hard time getting it up."
I've got two dollars in the jukebox, and five dollars in a bottle, and ten more just in case that don't do the trick...
I'm happy to say I've already used the $20 for one thing on the list and I've got change...which means, considering the neighborhood the school is in, I should be able to get the other three and still have at least $6.83 left over.
You're the best friend ever M.!!
1. Gang-banging can be hard...especially when you're a total dumbass.
2. Hmmmmm...my missile is broken (insert penis joke here)...how should I repair it? How about gas and a torch?
3. What should you do if you just buried a bunch of cocaine in your grandmother's yard and you need to get away...FAST? (Besides go straight to hell...that's your grandmother!!). Steal a car...of course! Only maybe next time try to pick one that's not up on jacks.
4. Finally, this teacher administered a "math" test I think I got on email a couple of years ago...the one with questions like "Jose has two ounces of cocaine," "Willie gets $200 for a stolen BMW," and "Raul gets six years for murder." I'm not sure this techically goes in the Team Natural Selection category -- but anyone who would take what was already a patently offensive email and then administer it to students is only moments away from cleaning his gun with a blowtorch or trying to light his grill with 2 gallons of gasoline...so he's getting *pre-inducted*.
*links to past
Monday, October 04, 2004
So far I have to say that although the whole "first year they scare you to death" thing wasn't applicable to me, I just might be able to relate to "the second year they work you to death." I'm adding "able to brief cases and explain them to me while rubbing my neck and shoulders" to the Cabana Boy job description. I never want to read again.
Also, I LOVED Boston Legal last night. My boyfriend James Spader was just as hot as usual, and he said "slut"...he's so dreamy!
I need a couple days off to run to the border and pick up some drugs that I am then going to sell to my fellow students...okay? Please don't tell my mom.
I heart meth.
Sunday, October 03, 2004
Dog to self: "Oh goody, I love games. I hope he has a frisbee!"
Dog to self: "Uh...hey wait...why is he taking his clothes off?"
Man to Dog: "Now I'm just gonna take off my pants...and then I'm gonna...OOOOWWWWW!!!!"
Moral of the Story: Any game you play with a dog that requires you to take your pants off is probably going to turn out poorly in one way or another.
Saturday, October 02, 2004
The study's findings were used to develop English and French-language
brochures for sex workers that cover legal, security, financial and health
The flyers contain advice for strippers, such as using a scarf or towel
while sitting. Exotic dancers are also advised to scream if assaulted in private
Really? An entire government study to come up with advice that the stoned and hungover attendant at my gym could have given for free..."Uh...don't sit on the benches with your bare ass." Also, scream if assaulted? Who would have ever guessed??
1. Made Snickerdoodles. Perhaps someday I'll post the recipe...they are SOOOO good, and provided I don't eat every last damn one of them, I'll be taking them to school on Monday (hell yes I'm trying to buy friends with cookies).
2. Painted toenails bronze with glitter. Very classy. I swear. Didn't paint fingernails because all 82 bottles of nail polish I own have glitter in them and I have interviews this week. Damn them...first the suits, then no glitter nail polish...next thing you know slutty black eyeliner will be out too.
4. Oh wait...there is no 4.
Yeah, I wasn't so productive today. On the up side, Desperate Housewives AND Boston Legal both start tomorrow night. I'm so happy to see my boyfriend James Spader in a show that will focus not only on his supreme hotness but will also showcase his fabulous acting talent and irrepressible wittiness. ::Sigh:: When will he realize that his true calling is being my Cabana Boy?
Tomorrow is homework day...blech. And I'm waiting to see what the fallout is going to be on the announcement of my classmate at the party last night of the blog's existence. I noticed a few more visits than normal today from the greater metropolitan area, but hopefully most people are going to forget and not be too curious. Guess we'll see.
-- I drank huge amounts of vodka, but thankfully I have managed to escape the vile hangover I would have right now if I had started in on the whiskey and stuff...I'm so happy I resisted the urge
-- I introduced myself to a whole bunch of people as the "class lush"
-- I did shots with my peer mentees
-- I told a couple of people about the blog, and then someone else yelled the name of the blog out for everyone to hear, so I guess the secret might be at least partially out depending on what everyone can remember
-- Everything else is a boozy haze, but I had fun and I'm sticking by my original assessment that people are acting MUCH cooler this year than last year
Friday, October 01, 2004
I was going to get drunk tonight anyway, but now I have a legitimate reason. Yay!