A meme for me.

I got hit with this meme the other day from LQ, and I took a study break today to compile it - thinking it would keep you guys busy for at least a couple of days, which I will spend slaving away in the library even though it's gorgeous outside. The 25 songs I used are just the first 25 on my "studying" playlist - which is what I listen to all the time and has like 100 songs on it - and it's probably the only thing that keeps the entire list from being Jimmy Buffett. And I will say that there are a couple of songs that are the same group, and they are covers of other songs...but, either way, I guess if you get the title I'm not supposed to worry about the artist per LQ's instructions - there are just a couple of songs on here that are somewhat marginally cooler when sung by cover bands. :) Enjoy! Also, I'm not going to tag anyone with this - take it if you want it, or don't...whatever!

Rules:
A. If you’ve got an iPod or similar technology, copy your Top 25 Most Played.
B. Then pick a lyric from each.
C. Post the lyrics on your blog.
D. Have commenters guess what the song is.
E. Either strike out the lyric once it has been correctly identified or place the guesser’s user name directly after the lyric.
F. Extra points for knowing the artist. Let’s not go overboard and try to figure out albums. I’m not even sure I could figure some of them out. Heck, some of the lyrics would stump me and I'm the one posting them.
G. NO INTERNET ASSISTANCE.

Lyrics:

1) I look back on Venus, I look back on Mars, I’m filled with the fire of 10 million stars

Froggie got the song right, but (again) it's the Me First and the Gimme Gimme's version - I LOVE their covers of everything, but right now I'm listening to their album "It's a Drag" a LOT.

2) In the desert you can remember your name, because there ain’t no one for to give you no pain

Lawmommy got it...Horse With No Name, America

3) Every day I love her just a little bit more, and she loves me the same

4) My heart knows me better than I know myself, so I’m gonna let it do all the talking

Kristan was even inspired to comment, and got FOUR! This is Big Black Horse & A Cherry Tree, KT Tunstall

5) Dr. X will build a creature. See androids fighting Brad and Janet. Anne Francis stars in Forbidden Planet

This is, indeed, Science Fiction Double Feature...but it's the Me First and the Gimme Gimmes version. Little Tort got this one.

6) Won’t you help to sing these songs of freedom

My real-life friend Jim got this one...Redemption Song, Bob Marley

7) ‘Cause in my head, there’s a Greyhound Station

Kristan - Soul Meets Body, Death Cab for Cutie

8) By the way my name’s Marcus, but if you like you can call me Sensei

Beanie is my new hero and go this one, and #15, probably two of the hardest in terms of non-mainstream-ness! This is A Shogun Named Marcus, by Clutch.

9) Heaven help me when I say, I think I’m giving in

10) You might be the type if I play my cards right

Kristan (again! :) ) - Promiscuous, Nelly Furtado

11) And as my mind begins to spread its wings, there’s no stopping curiosity

Kristan (she must have good taste in music - like me!)...Upside Down, Jack Johnson

12) If I were Roy Rogers, I’d sure enough be single

Alex got this one, and recommended a cover. This is the Lyle Lovett version of If I Had a Boat

13) Rock to the rhythm of the funky rhyme, so I can get this in just one more time

F&D got this one...it's Let Me Clear My Throat, DJ Kool

14) Lying in my plastic bed, thinking how things weren’t so cool to me

15) Line after line, round after round, empty shells fall to the ground

Beanie got this one too - A Drug Against War, KMFDM

16) Rudy tells the waitress that his chicken died in vain

17) I’m down on my knees, I’m begging you please, to come home

Yup, it's Little Tort again. This is Cecelia, by Simon & Garfunkle.

18) You know she’s waiting, just anticipating

Lawmommy got this one too. Try a Little Tenderness, Otis Redding.

19) What a beautiful wedding, said the bridesmaid to a waiter

Little Tort got this one too - I Write Sings Not Tragedies, by Panic! At The Disco

20) I’m a tidal pool explorer, from the days of my misspent youth

21) Ticking clock, everyone stop. Everyone’s saying different things to me

Mackenzie got this - Waiting Line, by Zero 7

22) She give me one smile, two smile, three smile – she’s got me going wild

23) You giggle every time that I say “Yes Ma’am”, and I get this feeling that if I held you tight, you’d be seeing his and hers, buckles, boots and spurs

24) I got my Ph.D in heartaches and misery, and a B.S. in barstool philosophy

25) Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir, so that every mouth can be fed.

Skelly figured this one out, it's The Israelites, by Desmond Dekker

I'll come back and start crossing out as soon as there are some comments with answers.

*Stands up...brushes self off* I'M FINE!

Special thanks to my friend A, who, after I cried on the phone with ex-Roomie for a half hour, offered to go for a walk with me. We walked down to the water, sat on a picnic bench, talked about life, nearly got killed by a pterodactyl, pondered the meaning of life, told funny stories...etc.

Killed by a pterodactyl? Yes. A huge creature from the deep came out of the bushes by the water, screaming and screeching, and flew right at us before veering off at the last minute and going back into the bushes - presumably to eat its young and bring forth the Dark Prince.

I heart depression.

I have been sitting in my apartment crying my eyes out for the last 40 minutes or so. I went out to a wine bar with a couple of friends tonight and had a pretty good time, but it's hard. I feel like I sometimes have a hard time here because I'm so different from everyone else and sometimes I feel like I can't connect with anyone. My life experience is so different, and I wonder who I can talk to that will understand where I'm coming from. My friends here are so awesome, so this isn't to say that they aren't fantastic, because they are - but I am just feeling sort of misunderstood tonight (I mean, who's going to understand me whining about being twice divorced and how it makes me a dating pariah?). And, I really want to call M and can't because she's out of town for awhile, and it sucks. The one person in my life who always loves me no matter how crazy I am is unavailable and it just totally blows. And I keep thinking I'm going to end up with 1,000 cats, and I probably won't have anything to do but make them all little cat sweaters, and I only know how to crochet so they won't even be good sweaters - they'll be bulky. And I'm allergic so I'll have to have those horrible hairless cats...they always look like they were brought to earth to steal your soul. I am so, so, so, so sad tonight, and I'm not sure why. It's honestly not really anything to do with bar review (in the sense of worrying about passing the bar), I just got my feelings hurt a few times in the last few days (OK, maybe I'm more vulnerable to that because of my exhaustion), and I'm feeling extra-special sensitive and moody and crazy. Last time I cried like this it was 1L and I told everyone that I was quitting law school, only to be talked back into it by M. Tomorrow I'll be fine, I need to get some sleep and quit being a freak - but my brain won't stop. There are just a few things that are important to me in my life, and when it seems like they aren't working out, all at once, it makes me unhappy. And then I cry.

Overheard in bar review. Part Deux.

RE: Strict liability for wild animals:

Prof. Torts: "So, if some doofus sticks his hand in the tiger cage, and it gets just RIPPED RIGHT OFF, and he's brushing his teeth with his elbows for the rest of his life...."

RE: Risk of Loss:

Prof. Sales, in an example where a truck carrying cases of wine overturns and the Seller tries to replace the wine ordered with another type of wine: "So, imagine that Seller sends Buyer 100 cases of Port!"

Class: Collective gasp. OH THE HUMANITY! Swear to God, in Texas, nearly everyone in a room full of mostly 20-somethings would have looked at each other and shrugged, but here in the TVPNM, literally EVERYONE (except me...clueless as always) literally fell out of their chairs. People were exclaiming "Oh my GOD! Can you IMAGINE? Oh my GOD!" It was like he'd suggested they were going to replace the wine with bottles of pig blood. I totally understand the reason behind the gasping (in an intellectual sense), but it was just a moment that smacked of what I hated about law school - everyone read the "I Heart Wine" booklet, and because it told them to be horrified, they were. I'm not saying it's unlikely that EVERYONE in my lecture (roughly 200+ people) is enough of a wine affionado to get the joke/inference, but...well...I guess I find it difficult to believe that all these people were personally affronted enough to gasp in unison about his, but not about the example in Torts where the baby drowns in the inflatable pool and the innocent bystander stands and watches it because he has no duty to rescue.

I've got nothing else. Went to lunch with friends today and it was AWESOME. Our lecture ran overtime (5 hours, with only 3 FIVE MINUTE breaks), so we figured we deserved it. I am currently making SHITLOADS of CivPro flashcards, so basically I'm pretty much ready to shoot myself.

My neighbor had a long conversation with someone last night at 3am. It kind of sounded like one of those deals where someone is overseas and you talk to them over the internet, because he was kind of yelling - but seriously. This is the PacNW, we don't have A/C here so most everyone sleeps with windows open, and it's an apartment building so everyone is basically on everyone else's doorstep. He's gonna seriously regret it if he tries this shit again. I am in NO MOOD.

Tidbits of wisdom. From me. Quit laughing.

Friend: "God. I think I'm hitting the wall. This sucks."

Me: "I can't hit the wall because I'm not moving. If I ever do hit it, I'll be walking so I probably won't get hurt."

******************************************************************

Me: Giant sigh.

Friend: "What?"

Me: "I have 9000 more flashcards to make. If I die I want you to make sure I'm buried with these flashcards...they are my most significant accomplishment to date."

Overheard in bar review.

I'm too lazy to check my notes (because I wrote this down since it was so funny), but the gist is as such:

Our VERY eccentric Torts professor from 1L lecturing us on intentional torts:

"In order for there to be assault there has to be APPREHENSION on the part of the person you are assaulting, they have KNOW it's coming. So, for instance, if you wanted to kiss Sleeping Beauty, and she was asleep, and didn't know you were looming above her about to kiss her, that's not assault, she isn't fearful of your impending kiss. And, staying on the Sleeping Beauty example, if you want to, say, practice your swordplay right over her face all night long and she never wakes up and then in the morning you just walk out with her never even realizing your were there, and you never touched her, that's not assault either."

An incomplete list of things I hate today.

1. Essays...so many goshdarned essays!!!!

2. Civil Procedure

3. Carpal Tunnel Syndrome

4. Not being able to have another beer because I have work to do

5. Men who make me feel ugly

6. Not having control over my schedule

7. Not having time to cook dinner and eat something healthy more often

8. Filling up my tank to the tune of $53

9. Contracts

10. Being lonely

11. Not having A/C when it's 93 degrees

12. Wanting things I can't have

13. Pangs of regret that are unnecessary but get worse when I'm tired

14. Roots (or, as my hairdresser friend says, "regrowth"...trees have roots)

15. Radio stations that change format without warning

16. Skinny undergrad bimbos at Starbucks that make me feel old, fat, pale, and tired

Just so you understand I can see the silver-lining, I will say that I got tons of stuff on sale at The Gap today...lots of shirts, a pair of jeans, and two zip-up sweatshirts since our Bar/Bri room is FREEZING.

Also, I am having a girls-only mani/pedi movie-night here on Monday night since we don't have bar review on Tuesday morning because of the holiday. Thankfully I'm a hoarder of all beauty products, so I have a million colors of nail polish. We're going to drink tons of wine, watch a funny movie, and do our nails. Finally, something to look forward to.

Laughing at people's fear is mean.

But that doesn't mean I won't do it. Especially when it's this freaking hilarious.

Digestion is for chumps.

I accidentally ate a piece of styrofoam tonight. Don't ask. Let's hope it's brain food.

This is E. Spat. E. Spat proscrastinates and is likely to fail the bar.

I was supposed to turn in three essays to be graded by tomorrow, so I thought I'd be all productive and get them done this afternoon. Did two of them, and then....and then came contracts. Man, I freaking hate contracts. I don't remember hating it during law school, but I sure hate it right now. I can't even start because the questions are so nebulous and sort of wishy-washy that I can't get a toehold. I thought ConLaw was going to be my nemesis, but I think it's going to be Contracts nose-and-nose with Property. Joy!

At any rate, as usual, I feel wholly unproductive...probably because I'm BEING wholly unproductive. A couple of people have wondered about why we are turning in so many essays for Bar/Bri when they aren't turning in any, and the answer is that our bar is totally an essay test - 24(?) essays over three days - 18 substantive (or, as they say in Bar/Bri, subSTANTive) essays, and 6 professional responsibility (which is apparently not subSTANTive...go figure). So, that's why all the essays - no multiple choice here!

Let's see...what else is going on? Guacamole Kid is out on his boat studying and learned that he needs to submit this questionnaire/essay thing to graduate, but he's...well, out on his boat. So, he is going to call me tonight and dictate to me over his satellite phone and I'm going to type it up and turn it in for him. Sadly, I am excited just to have a legitimate break from bar review - one that I can't feel guilty about. Helping a friend is ALWAYS a good excuse! :)

Ummm...oh yeah. It's in the mid-90's here today, which is about...oh...20 degrees higher than normal, and no one here as A/C. So, that should be fun. Can't wait to go home tonight and swelter in my crackerbox of an apartment. Might have to hit the sbux for some study time and soak up their air.

Pool shark

I wasn't just unproductive today, I was *aggressively* unproductive.

What can I say? I'm a perfectionist.

It's a beautiful day.

It was so beautiful here today - truly breathtaking.

I spent it in the library.

I'm going to go sit outside for awhile and pretend to work, then I'm going to have a glass of wine and go to bed early.

I hate the bar exam.

Welcome to America!

Tonight, for the first time ever, I got hit on by an Albanian. I've been hit on by Irish guys, Scottish guys, Norwegian (sp?) guys, German guys, Puerto Rican guys, Spanish guys...even French guys, but never an Albanian before. I swear to God, I think he said his name was "Kasko" (Costco?), and that we should "go somewhere" and "have a good time" and he'd "treat me really good." Um...yeah. I explained to the delightful Kasko that, while the offer was enticing, I wasn't going anywhere with a guy who (literally) just got off the (commercial fishing) boat, and who couldn't look me in the eye when I asked point blank if he was married. To his credit, he certainly made a good effort, and that was flattering given my current situation of being a sort of desperate bar studier - it's a terrible life right now, and I'm glad someone, even a drunk guy who probably hasn't seen a woman since Dutch Harbor, thinks I'm attractive enough to proposition, but still...I just don't think so.

So, off I go to bed. Alone, buzzed, and looking forward (or not) to another fine day of studying tomorrow.

Also, I had a cup of coffee today, which I never do because it makes me crazy, and I ran a red light and then walked out in front of a bus and almost got killed. I swear, coffee makes me feel simultaneously like I'm crawling out of my skin AND like a total space cadet. It's awful. Thank God for beer, which is the depressant antidote to skin-crawliness.

When I dress up as a frigid bitch, I try not to look so constipated.

I have no words.

If I did have words they would be: child support, maintenance, best interests of the child, modification, separate property, community property, dissolution, no-fault, and establishment of paternity.

Sadly, the people in my Family Law essays are getting a lot more action than I am (or have in the past three years...damnit). They're a frisky bunch...and fertile too!

Very tired, but with very shiny lips.

No time to write until probably tomorrow afternoon or Sunday. Due to the compressed schedule I have tons of shit to do that isn't done, plus, fantastically, class tomorrow morning for four hours -- YAY! That will take a nice chunk out of my day. How wonderful!

I did 5 essays today though so I am rewarding myself with happy hour and then early to bed. Thank goodness there's a late happy hour at a local seafood place that's pretty good and makes me happy. $3 fish and chips - hooray!

In other news, I am blogging from Starbucks courtesy of Ex-Roomie who donated her T-Mobile HotSpot card she got free (somewhere) to me. She's so nice!

Let's see....ummmmmm...not much going on worth talking about. Got up W/Th/F at 5:30 and went to the gym - go me! Bought a new lipgloss that I am LOVING. It smells good and makes your lips all tingly - Ex-Roomie has been calling me "Hot Lips" all day...and it's true! It's Neutrogena MoistureShine Lip Soother in "Glaze". It's awesome - super shiny (but not glittery), stays on, smells really good, and gives me the coveted Hot Lips. HELL YEAH! Also, my hair looks good today. Maybe stress is good for my hair?

Alright, gotta go score some beers.

Suck it Trebek!

I TOTALLY got my punk ass out of bed at 5:30am this morning and went to the gym.

It gave me flashbacks to the military days, but I feel good that the gym is out of the way and now I can focus on studying all day without having to run all over town.

Holy shit. Did I just say I feel good about studying all day? Oh my God...I should have had an emergency plan for this -- like, someone should be screaming "CODE GREEN!" and coming to my house right now to take me out for a morning beer to restore my equilibrium.

Things I'm thinking about but don't have time to write about:

Connie Chung = craaaaaaaaaazy bitch. Did you see that stunt with the piano? Holy crap.

Saddam Hussein's defense attorney = 3rd one in 8 months just got shot. That's a gig I think is probably just about the worst deal ever. Damned if you, damned if you don't.

Britney Spears = I am still thinking about that interview with Matt Lauer. God, is she totally insane or what? I am having nightmares about that wayward false eyelash. It looked like a caterpillar crawling off her face in an attempt to go live in her bushy unkempt eyebrow. Ick.

Nachos = lately I crave nachos all the time. How come I never crave wheat germ or brown rice? Sigh.

Alright, gotta run off to bar review...I'm late as always.

In a little district in a neighborhood...

I have actually been fairly productive today - I got my entire ConLaw outline done, but then of course my friend told me one of the tests he gave us is wrong so now I have to plow through the "big book" and try to figure that shit out. I am NOT a ConLaw person, so this is going v e r y slowly.

I was talking to one of my fave prof's yesterday morning and he asked me how bar review was going. I told him I didn't know why the bar couldn't test the subjects I actually LEARNED in law school. Law, Literature and Film? CHECK! I could write a million pages on To Kill A Mockingbird! Or, better yet, Admiralty Law. I got an award for getting the highest grade in the class and am working in the industry. Bring it on!

Real life marches on I suppose. I am becoming one with the library, which is depressing and yet comforting all at the same time for some reason. I have also become the de facto social organizer for my group of friends. Thus far I've got us on schedule for weekly lunches (Wednesdays), weekly happy hours (Fridays), and some supplemental "study sessions" (Saturday this week). I fully admit that I do this mostly to assuage my own guilty feelings regarding not wanting to drink alone, but so far all the happy hours have been fun. By Friday night everyone seems ready to have a couple of hours of relaxation -- last week we laughed so hard over an old story about Guacamole Kid (who sadly can't be here with us) -- we were all in tears.

Let's see...other news? My dad's friend Dental Ben is sending me a much-needed shipment of the Extra-Special Fantabulous Pens From Heaven...so that's good. I am keeping current on my pop culture (so important), and my beer drinking (extra double important), but not so much on my Bar/bri essays. Sigh. I think perhaps the worst part of my personality is turning out to be the fact that I need panic in order to be productive. Who knew?

It's my barbri and I'll cry if I want to.

ConLaw makes me feel...well...icky. Yucky. Ewwwww. Yes, it's that bad, and then some.

Our ConLaw lecturer looks like a professional boxer, is a former torch/showtunes singer (or something like that), and is rather a flamboyant prima donna. He has absolutely no patience for the fact that the microphone isn't working, but isn't afraid to spend 15 minutes on his own personal theory on how to organize a substantive due process analysis before any of us have any idea what that even is. Some of us still have no idea what that is. Not me, obviously. I mean, I TOTALLY know what substantive due process is...what do I look like? An idiot?

So, tonight I hit the ConLaw long outline, review the workbook, and lament the number of essays I'm behind on. Part of the problem seems to be figuring out a schedule that will work for me in terms of getting enough done every day and still getting to the gym, but I think tonight I came up with at least a semi-coherent plan. Plus, I just have to accept that I started three weeks later than the rest of the world and so my life is going to suck extra hard for awhile...oh well.

I wish I had something else to talk about, but unfortunately, I don't get out much these days. I went to spinning today and the cute guy in the bandana wasn't there. Boo hoo. :( I briefly considered trying to hit the gym BEFORE lecture in the morning, but I just don't know if I can get it done. I mean, when I was in the military, it was nothing to get up at 5:30 every day, but I'm soft now...undisciplined...lazy. I just don't think I can do it...what if I die from getting up too early? It could happen!

Oh yeah...the other crazy thing I have started to do is to become obsessed with this pen I really like. And, of course, it's not anything I can buy because I stole it from my dad's friend's dental office (my dad's best friend is "Ben"...aka "Dental Ben"). I told my dad to just tell Dental Ben that I am a total nutcase and BEG, BORROW or STEAL as many of those pens as he can get his hands on because I love them and I'm irrationally attached. I only have one now and if it gets lost I'm going to come unglued.

Double bacon cheeseburger. It's for a cop.

Standing at grocery store talking to friend on phone.

Me: "How do you know if oranges are good or not?"

Friend: "I think the most important thing is that they have a nice tight skin. They shouldn't have loose skin."

Me: "So, I should look for nice, tight oranges? No loose oranges?"

Friend: "Yeah."

Me: "These oranges suck. They're dirty little sluts."

Friend: "HAHAHAHA"

People in store = not amused.