Tuesday, February 28, 2006

i had my oral argument for legal writing this morning. i had eight minutes to argue...i had planned out the points i was going to hit, i had set down key facts and sources that i wanted to use, and i had jotted them down on my outline.

i was up there speaking for eight minutes. it was a hot bench, they were asking me stuff left and right. i was prepared with a response for every last question they asked me.

and, the best part? i didn't look down at my notes. not once.

i win at life.

LJ Interests meme results



  1. breaking benjamin:
    they're a band. i love listening to them. "so cold" was a snapshot of me, a personal theme, back in the summer and fall of 2004.
  2. ditchwater:
    they're a band, some local boys from chicago. i've seen them a few times, chilled out and drank beer with them a few times...they're a boatload of fun. they should come to st. louis so i can see them live again and hang out with them again.
  3. flavor of love:
    this is yet another reason why taryn is, in fact, awesome: she got me addicted to this show. this is only one of the most hilarious shows on television! it's flava flav playing the role of the bachelor, figuring out which one of twenty women half his age he's going to keep around. i could try to describe it, but it's so episodic and silly that i would not do it justice...just watch it on vh1 some sunday night! you'll fall on the floor.
  4. jimmy's woodlawn tap:
    this is a bar back in hyde park. i most definitely did not spend a lot of money here. i most definitely did not drink a ton of beer here. i certainly never spent any tuesday nights drinking here with cornelius. none of that ever happened. :)
  5. moral orel:
    this is a claymation show on adult swim. the main character is a small child who ends up getting in all sorts of trouble, in the name of christian morality, and then his father punishes him at the end, for something completely bizarre. any show in which a small child becomes a crackhead but is only punished for using slang is likely to have me falling on the floor. this is such a show.
  6. pro-choice:
    this one pretty much speaks for itself...and don't get me started on south dakota.
  7. scrabble:
    i'm a washed-up old spelling bee champion. i have a huge vocabulary, and i know every two letter word in the english language. i'm modest about most things...but not my skill at scrabble. i'm quite god.
  8. stripper factories:
    RAmen! the flying spaghetti monster hath blessed us with beer volcanoes and stripper factories!!! (plus, if i had stripper factories, i could see nice boobs whenever i wanted. seeing nice boobs is awesome.)
  9. the pub:
    that's another bar in hyde park. this one is best known and loved for tuesday night pub trivia. what would socrates do? apologize!!
  10. videodrone:
    they're a band...sadly, they are not together anymore, but i saw them once back in high school, when they opened for orgy. they're a little bit vulgar, a little bit evil, but mostly just awesome. :)

    plus, ty elam's tattoos over his eyes ("THINK" and "FOCUS") are awesome.


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Monday, February 27, 2006

cold broke up, just this weekend.

i don't know what to say. they're one of my favourite bands ever. this means no new albums. even worse, this means no more live shows. they put on such amazing live shows, and the energy between the band and the fans was so amazing, both times i saw them...

having a band i love so much break up when they're still making such good music...it's such a sad, sinking feeling. a band who makes music that you relate to...you can sit, listen to them, and feel like you're spending time with a good friend who understands you. that's how listening to cold always made me feel. their music has been a constant in my life since i was eighteen...

it will still be a constant in my life. i'm grateful for the eight or nine years that the band was in fact together, and for the music they made, and for the many times they kept me sane when nothing else could, the many times they gave me something to relate to when all i could do was wallow in grief, or work through anger, or simply disappear.


"ocean"

if the wind could bring the rain
i would save it all for you
make an ocean to sail away and begin again
they said i could never change
that i can't belong to you
then i watched you slip away in the ocean's arms

i'll never get you back
it's like falling down a wave
falling down a wave

if a star could light the way
that could take me back to you
and the rain could wash away
everything i've done
only melody remains
so i sing my song to you
as i watched you slip away in the ocean's arms

i will never get you back
it is way too early in the week to be as zonked out as i am. still, between trial practice all day saturday and all day yesterday, and then staying up until 3:30 last night working on my brief that was due today, i'm only awake by the false rush that caffiene and necessity can provide. i was supposed to go to the tailor and pick up my suit today, but that didn't so much happen...there was an unforeseen delay, so i have to do that tomorrow. that is a problem, since the only time i can do that tomorrow is before my 9am class. that means i have to get up around 6:15, go wait for the bus, and truck myself over to the central west end to get my suit. then it's back to wash u for my conlaw class and my oral argument for legal writing before i leave town. that also means i have to carry all my baggage for kansas city with me...with me to the bus stop, with me to the tailor (and did i mention that was all the way in the CENTRAL WEST BLOODY END?!?!?!?!), and with me back to school.

and, i also have to do laundry tonight and pack. that would be no biggie if i could go home now. but, no, of course i can't go home now. i have trial at 6:30. this being the last practice before hitting the road for the tournament, i have a funny feeling that we'll be lucky to get out of school by midnight. maybe i'll take a short nap now, here in the commons...although, i'm so afraid that if i pass out now, i am not going to be able to wake up for whenever i set my alarm.

everything will be so much better at noon tomorrow. i just want to be on the way to kansas city. i can sleep in the car. i can spend the next few days, with my body on a somewhat normal schedule, focusing on mock trial. i know i should quit my whining, since i am taking an almost weeklong vacation from class for the sole purpose of mock trial...but i get cranky when i'm tired.

Saturday, February 25, 2006

"Me, it's been an awesome two weeks," Miller told the Associated Press. "I got to party and socialize at an Olympic level."

okay, bode miller. if i had gone to the olympics, that would be a fine thing to say. i'd be watching sports all day and, if all went well, partying at an olympic level every night i was in turin. you, you were there to ski. you were not there to be disqualified from two races and to ski off course in a third. you were not there to party. you were not there to socialize.

congratulations. you're officially not a skier anymore. you're officially a media whore. you've been showing those tendencies for a while, but you've really cemented it here. i'm glad you didn't win any medals, because you did not deserve them.
last night i indulged my mock trial nerdity, and it was great. well, i frequently indulge it by spending all my time at mock trial practice, but even though we had last night off of practice, i went and judged the AMTA regional that was happening at Wash U. it was...an interesting evening.

the first round...i wasn't signed up to judge, but i showed up as a standby. i wasn't assigned to a round, but i knew both the judges going to one of the rounds, so i just kind of followed along. i didn't preside, i didn't score...i took comments and gave them afterwards, though. that was probably one of my nerdier moments ever...i would have been free to do anything i wanted those three hours, and what i wanted to do was be another observer in a college mock trial round. that amused me.

the round was decent enough... one of the teams had two extremely good mockers. the witness they had playing the cop was one of the best cops i've ever seen in five years of being around AMTA...he had the hard-nosed, seasoned, eminently qualified, confident-and-almost-cocky detective down to a T. that same team's closer gave a very, very good closing as well. it was very clearly roadmapped, he did a great job of tying all of the evidence together...it was straightforward and punchy. the other team...was not quite as good, but i wouldn't have guessed that they were a bye team until i found out about it afterwards. they pulled things together quite well for having been together ten minutes before the round. then again...byebusters can have a way of doing that. it's always pretty amazing...byebusting, in my opinion, is one of the coolest things about mock trial. it gives mockers a chance to play different roles than they're used to, run a different case than they're used to, and just have fun winging things. some of my funnest mock trial memories from chicago were doing byebuster rounds.

after that round, i went back to the judge's room for dinner. that was quite fun; there was a contingent of wash u law students there, so we hung out and chatted. as we are all-too-often wont to do, mike and i started going off on a tangent, trading old AMTA war stories. after a while of that, amiel, who was sitting right behind us (he had done mock trial, but is a little less of a raving geek about it than i am or mike is), stops us for a second, and says, "you guys do realise that anywhere outside of this room, that conversation you're having qualifies as a dungeons and dragons conversation." that was hysterical...and yet so true. amiel spent the rest of the time before the judges meeting started periodically laughing at me and mike, and proceeded to call mike "dungeonmaster romano" for the rest of the night.

second round...second round was rather interesting. second round was inspirational. second round inspired me to offer a few tidbits of mock trial advice. observe.

--if you are the prosecution, the first words of your opening should not allege that the defense has a case that they have to prove. your entire opening, all of your crosses, and your closing should in fact have a common theme, but that theme cannot be one of burden-shifting. "peyton bralow is not guilty" is not the same thing as "tyler perry is guilty." if you are the prosecution, it is your job to prove beyond a reasonable doubt that the defendant is guilty.

--a witness's job is to be credible. a witness needs to be attuned to that, and make sure that everything they say is building toward that one goal of having the judge trust their story, trust what they have to say. this means not being unnecessarily evasive on cross. this means not blatantly lying or inventing material facts. this means not spending ten minutes blatantly bragging about how you didn't need to investigate plausible avenues of investigation. stick to the affidavit: the affidavit is your friend.

--tie the crosses to the affidavit. don't ask that one question too many and allow the witness to fight against your conclusion. the witness is a witness; the conclusions are the material for your closer. all you have to do is to get the facts on which your closer can then make your conclusion, in so many words. on cross, stick to the affidavit: the affidavit is your friend.

--short, sweet crosses are shiny. seven, ten, twelve minute crosses are not shiny. pick your points for closing, build to each clearly, get each out, and sit back down! a long cross is more likely to become a complete train wreck, because i'm going to lose the points you're trying to make.

--if someone is such a close friend to you that they're like family, you are not going to deduct that bottle of wine as a business expense.

alright...i think that's about all i'm going to post about that here. sadly, i won't have any more silly AMTA stories today, as i am not judging again. i have my own mock trial practice here at the law school.

Friday, February 24, 2006

i think i found the silliest sentence in the english language. it's a sentence from McCaskill's "The Modern Philosophy of Pleading" (38 A.B.A.J. 123) in which a father and a son are having a heart to heart about how legal pleadings don't have to go into extraordinary detail. the son is talking to the father, confused, thinking that not going into every detail in the pleading will lead to lying. the father replies:

"Son, I fear you have been talking to, or reading some of the drivel of, the intransigent bifurcators."
the U.S. men won a bronze medal in curling. this is awesome for two reasons:

1. it's curling
2. bronze medal = a shiny thing

i'm not easily amused at all... *whistles*

Thursday, February 23, 2006

first off, stupid people make me laugh. they make me laugh a lot.

secondly...i want my classes to disappear for a week and a half. i'm leaving for trial regionals on tuesday, and tuesday through sunday will be out of commission for that. i'll have so much reading to catch up on when i get back. i'm not looking forward to that, or to finding little slivers of time here and there in KC to get my reading done.

i'm also not looking forward to editing my brief. i have my meeting with my prof at 3:30 today; hopefully she will tell me exactly what sucks about my brief, so i can go back, fix it, and make it not suck. it's probably bad that i care a lot more about the oral argument than i do about the actual written brief, when the written brief is worth actual curved points, but the oral argument is block points for a good faith effort. maybe it's just my love of public speaking...and my desire for shiny things, since i think they give the people who make the best oral arguments something shiny. i want to do a good job and maybe win something shiny.

other than that, not a whole lot going on. i'm still sick (although not as sick as yesterday, i got some sleep), i'm still stressed, but i am hoping to make it through to tuesday.

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

hooray for long shots!!!

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

the barrister's ball pictures just came out from this weekend. they lead me to one conclusion: i am one unphotogenic human being, and it's a crying shame to other people's eyes that i'm such a camera whore.
after i posted that salon article about abercrombie yesterday, i got an anonymous comment on blogger that read:

"There's nothing wrong with enjoying being attractive..."

on its face, i can't disagree with that. that's just like taking pleasure in any other personal quality, like intelligence, being a good writer, being an olympic-calibre athlete, and the like. but, i think the philosophy of the guy who owns abercrombie goes beyond enjoying being attractive. i think it's analogous to a sports store opening, and only hiring and selling its wares to professional/olympic/division I college calibre athletes. it's analogous to blogger or livejournal deciding that they will only offer their web space to prizewinning authors or the most popular bloggers on the internet. it's not a question of enjoyment. it's a question of elitism.
this is no fun. i've been fighting off being sick for a couple of days, and it's decided to hit me like a ton of bricks today. now i know why i was feeling so run-down yesterday despite having been sleeping enough. now, my voice is rather unreliable. i'm drinking hot tea with honey, hoping it will help... i just need my voice from 3:40 and beyond. i have an interview at 3:40, and then trial team tonight, a scrimmage where i'll have to testify and talk about hoists for a while. those are pretty hard things to do without a voice.

speaking of interviews, i haven't heard back from any more employers since the one i heard back from friday. i'm getting nervous.

Monday, February 20, 2006

i've been a linkwhore today, but oh well. this one on Overheard In New York amused me to no end, and reminded me of late-night dorm conversations at the U(C):

Guy: So then why are guys from the Eastern Europe and black guys so good at basketball?
Dad: Natural selection.
Yuppie son: What?
Dad: They've had to fight to survive. It weeds out the physically inadequate.
Guy: Give me a break. It's the ghetto, not some Hobbesian state of nature; they're not cavemen living in anarchy up there.
don't read this unless you want to get really, really mad. it's an article about abercrombie and fitch, and their corporate image. never have i read about a company that's so blatant about excluding people. i mean, they basically admit that unless you're a skinny cheerleader, you are undesirable and don't belong in their store.

Mike Jeffries turned a moribund company into a multibillion-dollar brand by selling youth, sex and casual superiority. Not bad for a 61-year-old in flip-flops.
By Benoit Denizet-Lewis


Jan. 24, 2006 | Mike Jeffries, the 61-year-old CEO of Abercrombie & Fitch, says "dude" a lot. He'll say, "What a cool idea, dude," or, when the jeans on a store's mannequin are too thin in the calves, "Let's make this dude look more like a dude," or, when I ask him why he dyes his hair blond, "Dude, I'm not an old fart who wears his jeans up at his shoulders."

This fall, on my second day at Abercrombie & Fitch's 300-acre headquarters in the Ohio woods, Jeffries -- sporting torn Abercrombie jeans, a blue Abercrombie muscle polo, and Abercrombie flip-flops -- stood behind me in the cafeteria line and said, "You're looking really A&F today, dude." (An enormous steel-clad barn with laminated wood accents, the cafeteria feels like an Olympic Village dining hall in the Swiss Alps.) I didn't have the heart to tell Jeffries that I was actually wearing American Eagle jeans. To Jeffries, the "A&F guy" is the best of what America has to offer: He's cool, he's beautiful, he's funny, he's masculine, he's optimistic, and he's certainly not "cynical" or "moody," two traits he finds wholly unattractive.

Jeffries' endorsement of my look was a step up from the previous day, when I made the mistake of dressing my age (30). I arrived in a dress shirt, khakis and dress shoes, prompting A&F spokesman Tom Lennox -- at 39, he's a virtual senior citizen among Jeffries' youthful workforce -- to look concerned and offer me a pair of flip-flops. Just about everyone at A&F headquarters wears flip-flops, torn Abercrombie jeans, and either a polo shirt or a sweater from Abercrombie or Hollister, Jeffries' brand aimed at high school students.

When I first arrived on "campus," as many A&F employees refer to it, I felt as if I had stepped into a pleasantly parallel universe. The idyllic compound took two years and $131 million to complete, and it was designed so nothing of the outside world can be seen or heard. Jeffries has banished the "cynicism" of the real world in favor of a cultlike immersion in his brand identity. The complex does feel like a kind of college campus, albeit one with a soundtrack you can't turn off. Dance music plays constantly in each of the airy, tin-roofed buildings, and when I entered the spacious front lobby, where a wooden canoe hangs from the ceiling, two attractive young men in Abercrombie polo shirts and torn Abercrombie jeans sat at the welcome desk, one checking his Friendster.com messages while the other swayed subtly to the Pet Shop Boys song "If Looks Could Kill."

If looks could kill, everyone here would be dead. Jeffries' employees are young, painfully attractive, and exceedingly eager, and they travel around the campus on playground scooters, stopping occasionally to chill out by the bonfire that burns most days in a pit at the center of campus. The outdoorsy, summer-camp feel of the place is accentuated by a treehouse conference room, barnlike building and sheds with gridded windows, and a plethora of wooden decks and porches. But the campus also feels oddly urban -- and, at times, stark and unwelcoming. The pallid, neo-industrial two-story buildings are built around a winding cement road, reminding employees that this is a workplace, after all.

Inside, the airy and modern workspaces are designed to encourage communication and teamwork, and everywhere you look, smiley employees are brainstorming or eagerly recounting their weekends. "I'm not drinking again for a year," one young employee said to another as they passed me in the hall. There are few "offices" and even fewer doors at A&F central. Jeffries, for example, uses an airy conference room as his office, and he spends much of his days huddling with designers who come armed with their newest ideas and designs.

The press-shy Jeffries rarely grants interviews, but he invited me to A&F's Ohio headquarters to promote the opening of his first flagship store, a four-story, 23,000-square-foot behemoth across the street from Trump Tower in Manhattan. To celebrate the opening, in November Jeffries threw a packed, ritzy, invitation-only party at the store, at which slightly soused women paid $10 apiece to have Polaroids of themselves taken with shirtless A&F model Matt Ratliff. And why not throw a party? Life is good for Jeffries, who in 14 years has transformed Abercrombie & Fitch from a struggling retailer of "fuddy-duddy clothes" into the most dominant and imitated lifestyle-based brand for young men in America.

Valued at $5 billion, the company now has revenues approaching $2 billion a year rolling in from more than 800 stores and four successful brands. For the kids there's Abercrombie, aimed at middle schoolers who want to look like their cool older siblings. For high schoolers there's Hollister, a wildly popular surf-inspired look for "energetic and outgoing guys and girls" that has quickly become the brand of choice for Midwestern teens who wish they lived in Laguna Beach, Calif.

When the Hollister kids head off to college, Jeffries has a brand -- the preppy and collegiate Abercrombie & Fitch -- waiting for them there. And for the post-college professional who is still young at heart, Jeffries recently launched Ruehl, a casual sportswear line that targets 22- to 35-year-olds.

While Wall Street analysts and the companies' many critics gleefully predict A&F's impending demise every year or so, they have yet to be right. The company struggled some in the post-9/11 period, when, unlike other slumping retailers, it refused to offer discounts or promotions. But A&F's earnings have nonetheless increased for 52 straight quarters, excluding a one-time charge in 2004. "To me it's the most amazing record that exists in U.S. retailing, period," says A.G. Edwards analyst Robert Buchanan.

As his A&F brand has reached iconic status, Jeffries has raised prices, only to find that the brand's loyal fans will gladly pay whatever he asks. Total sales for November 2005 increased 34 percent over the year before, more than five times the gain made by A&F's main competitor, American Eagle. And while many retailers struggled during the Christmas season, Abercrombie thrived -- it scored year-over-year gains of 29 percent in December, compared to 1.5 percent for other specialty retail stores.

Next, Jeffries plans to open his first store overseas, in London, and continue the transformation of A&F from American frat-bro wear to luxury lifestyle brand. I wouldn't bet against him. If history is any indication, Jeffries won't let anyone -- "girlcotting" high school feminists, humorless Asians, angry shareholders, thong-hating parents, lawsuit-happy minorities, nosy journalists, copycat competitors or uptight moralists -- get in his way.
Mike Jeffries is the Willie Wonka of the fashion industry. A quirky perfectionist and control freak, he guards his aspirational brands and his utopian chocolate factory with a highly effective zeal. Those who have worked with him tend to use the same words to describe him: driven, demanding, smart, intense, obsessive-compulsive, eccentric, flamboyant and, depending on whom you talk to, either slightly or very odd. "He's weird and probably insane, but he's also unbelievably driven and brilliant," says a former employee at Paul Harris, a Midwestern women's chain for which Jeffries worked before becoming CEO of Abercrombie & Fitch in 1992.

Examples of his strange behavior abound. According to Business Week, at A&F headquarters Jeffries always goes through revolving doors twice, never passes employees on stairwells, parks his Porsche every day at the same angle in the parking lot (keys between the seats, doors unlocked), and has a pair of "lucky shoes" he wears when reading financial reports.

His biggest obsession, though, is realizing his singular vision of idealized all-American youth. He wants desperately to look like his target customer (the casually flawless college kid), and in that pursuit he has aggressively transformed himself from a classically handsome man into a cartoonish physical specimen: dyed hair, perfectly white teeth, golden tan, bulging biceps, wrinkle-free face, and big, Angelina Jolie lips. But while he can't turn back the clock, he can -- and has -- done the next best thing, creating a parallel universe of beauty and exclusivity where his attractions and obsessions have made him millions, shaped modern culture's concepts of gender, masculinity and physical beauty, and made over himself and the world in his image, leaving them both just a little more bizarre than he found them.

Much more than just a brand, Abercrombie & Fitch successfully resuscitated a 1990s version of a 1950s ideal -- the white, masculine "beefcake" -- during a time of political correctness and rejection of '50s orthodoxy. But it did so with profound and significant differences. A&F aged the masculine ideal downward, celebrating young men in their teens and early 20s with smooth, gym-toned bodies and perfectly coifed hair. While feigning casualness (many of its clothes look like they've spent years in washing machine, then a hamper), Abercrombie actually celebrates the vain, highly constructed male. After all, there is nothing casual about an A&F sweatshirt worn over two A&F polos worn over an A&F T-shirt. (A&F has had less of a cultural impact on women's fashion. Its girls' line is preppy, sexy and popular, but the company has mostly remained focused on pleasing the all-American college boy.)

For many young men, to wear Abercrombie is to broadcast masculinity, athleticism and inclusion in the "cool boys club" without even having to open their mouths (that may be why the brand is so popular among some gay men who want desperately to announce their non-effeminacy). But because A&F's vision is so constructed and commodified (and because what A&F sells is not so much manhood but perennial boyhood), there is also something oddly emasculating about it. Compared to the 1950s ideal, A&F's version of maleness feels restrictive and claustrophobic. If becoming a man is about independence and growing up, then Abercrombie doesn't feel very masculine at all.

In that way, the brand is a lot like its creator. While Jeffries wears A&F clothes, the uniform doesn't succeed at making him seem boyish or particularly masculine. And for a man obsessed with creating a "sexy and emotional experience" for his customers, Jeffries comes off as oddly asexual. He is touchy-feely with some of his employees, both male and female, but the touch is decidedly paternal.

Remarkably little is known about Jeffries' personal life. There are few people who claim to know Jeffries well, and those who do wouldn't comment for this story. What is known is that Jeffries has a grown son, lives separately from his wife, and, according to Business Week, has a Herb Ritts photo of a toned male torso hanging over the fireplace in his bedroom.

Jeffries wouldn't discuss any of that with me, and he fidgeted nervously and grew visibly agitated when I asked about several of the many controversies and lawsuits he has weathered in his 14 years at the helm of A&F. Our first bump came when I mentioned the 2002 uproar over the company's thongs for middle-school girls, which had "Eye Candy" and "Wink Wink" printed on their fronts. "That was a bunch of bullshit," he said, sweating profusely. "People said we were cynical, that we were sexualizing little girls. But you know what? I still think those are cute underwear for little girls. And I think anybody who gets on a bandwagon about thongs for little girls is crazy. Just crazy! There's so much craziness about sex in this country. It's nuts! I can see getting upset about letting your girl hang out with a bunch of old pervs, but why would you let your girl hang out with a bunch of old pervs?"

Later I brought up the brouhaha surrounding the A&F Quarterly, which, until it was discontinued in 2003, boasted articles about the history of orgies and pictures of chiseled, mostly white, all-American boys and girls (but mostly boys) cavorting naked on horses, beaches, pianos, surfboards, statues and phallically suggestive tree trunks. The magalog so outraged the American Decency Association that it called for a boycott and started selling anti-Abercrombie T-shirts: "Ditch Fitch: Abercrombie Peddles Porn and Exploits Children." Meanwhile, gay men across America were eagerly collecting the magazines, lured by photographer Bruce Weber's taste for beautiful, masculine boys playfully pulling off each other's boxers.

Jeffries nearly fell over in exasperation when I mentioned the magalog, although I'm not sure which charge -- that he sells sex to kids or that his advertising is homoerotic -- bothered him more. "That's just so wrong!" he said. "I think that what we represent sexually is healthy. It's playful. It's not dark. It's not degrading! And it's not gay, and it's not straight, and it's not black, and it's not white. It's not about any labels. That would be cynical, and we're not cynical! It's all depicting this wonderful camaraderie, friendship, and playfulness that exist in this generation and, candidly, does not exist in the older generation."

Jeffries alternates his grumpy defensiveness with moments of surprising candor, making him at times oddly endearing. He admitted things out loud that some youth-focused retailers wouldn't (which may be why he panicked and pulled his cooperation from this story two days after I left A&F headquarters, offering no explanation). For example, when I ask him how important sex and sexual attraction are in what he calls the "emotional experience" he creates for his customers, he says, "It's almost everything. That's why we hire good-looking people in our stores. Because good-looking people attract other good-looking people, and we want to market to cool, good-looking people. We don't market to anyone other than that."

As far as Jeffries is concerned, America's unattractive, overweight or otherwise undesirable teens can shop elsewhere. "In every school there are the cool and popular kids, and then there are the not-so-cool kids," he says. "Candidly, we go after the cool kids. We go after the attractive all-American kid with a great attitude and a lot of friends. A lot of people don't belong [in our clothes], and they can't belong. Are we exclusionary? Absolutely. Those companies that are in trouble are trying to target everybody: young, old, fat, skinny. But then you become totally vanilla. You don't alienate anybody, but you don't excite anybody, either."

Jeffries' obsession with building brands began when he was 5. He grew up in Los Angeles, where his father owned a chain of party supply stores for which a young Jeffries liked to organize and design the windows and counters. "I would always say to my parents, 'We need another store. We need another!'" Jeffries recalls. "I always wanted to expand and get bigger, and I would get off on saying, 'Why do we do the fixtures like this? Why don't we do it another way?' That totally turned me on."

Jeffries says he had a "very classic American youth," although he was not good at sports. "I broke my dad's heart because I wasn't good at basketball," he says. In high school in the late 1950s, Jeffries always wore Levi's jeans. "Actually, don't write that," he tells me, laughing. "But Levi's was definitely the uniform back then, kind of like what A&F has become. If you didn't wear 501s you were considered weird."

No one cool wore Abercrombie & Fitch when Jeffries went off to Claremont McKenna College and then to Columbia University, where he earned a master's degree in business administration. In fact, the company's best years were long behind it. Founded in 1892, in its heyday it served Presidents Hoover and Eisenhower (they bought their fishing equipment there), Ernest Hemingway (guns), and Cole Porter (evening clothes). During prohibition A&F was where the in crowd went for its hip flasks. But by the 1970s it had become a fashion backwater, holding on for dear life.

Leslee O'Neill, A&F's executive vice president of planning and allocation, remembers what the company was like before Jeffries got there. "We had old clothes that no one liked," she says. "It was a mess, a total disaster. We had this old library at our headquarters with all these really old books. There were croquet sets lying around. It was very English."

The company, which since 1988 had been owned by the Limited, was losing $25 million a year when Jeffries arrived and announced that A&F could survive and prosper as a "young, hip, spirited company." "We're all there thinking, Oh yeah, right. Abercrombie & Fitch?" recalls O'Neill. "But in the end we were like, Well, why not? It can't get any worse." Jeffries, then in his late 40s, dressed in oxford shirts and corduroy pants. "He was a lot more normal back then," O'Neill says. "Today he's much more eccentric, obviously."

Maybe, although former co-workers at Paul Harris recall that Jeffries had an odd personal style even back then. "He wore the same outfit to work every day," recalls Thomas Yeo, a Paul Harris colleague. "Nearly worn-out suede loafers, a pair of gray flannel pants, and a double-breasted navy blazer. I don't think he ever changed his clothes. All that seemed to matter to him was the success of the brand."

Jan Woodruff, who also worked with Jeffries at Paul Harris, remembers him as a workaholic. "If he had a life outside work, it wasn't something people knew about," says Woodruff. But Woodruff and others say he has a superlative fashion mind. "It's so rare to find someone who is brilliant at both the creative and the business sides. But Jeffries is both. He's good at thinking in broad terms, but he's also obsessed with details. And I've never seen anyone as driven as Mike. I had no doubt he would be incredibly successful if he found the right venue. And he found it."

Soon after taking over A&F, Jeffries went looking early on for the right man to help him make A&F a sexy, aspirational brand. He settled on Bruce Weber, already a renowned photographer known for his male nudes. "But back then we couldn't afford him for an actual shoot," Jeffries told me, "so we bought one picture from him and hung it in a store window."

Fourteen years later, Jeffries' success is the envy of the fashion world. In a recent feature called "The Abercrombie Effect" in DNR, a newsmagazine about men's fashion and retail, the magazine noted that "not since Ralph Lauren's ascent in the 1980s has a single brand perfected a lifestyle-based look so often alluded to and imitated." Now Ralph Lauren's doing the imitating, opening a chain of collegiate, WASPy Polo knockoff stores called Rugby for young customers, featuring in-store grunge bands and beautiful salespeople.

"Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery," says Margaret Doerrer, national sales manager for young men at Union Bay, another youth-oriented label. "In the young men's market, for the longest time no one was creating a 'lifestyle.' Particularly in the department stores, everyone was focused on hip-hop and urban brands, and no one was creating that average, American Joe look. Jeffries never lost sight of who his customer is, and he created a quality brand that caters to the cool clique and has a sense of exclusivity, yet it still has a mass appeal, because people want to be a part of it. It's genius."

Maybe it's just the price of success, but it's not a normal day in America if someone isn't suing (or boycotting, or "girlcotting") Abercrombie & Fitch, which has become a lightning rod for both the left and the right. In 2004 A&F paid $40 million to settle a class-action suit brought by minority employees who said they were either denied employment or forced to work in back rooms, where they wouldn't be seen by customers. While A&F denied any wrongdoing, Jeffries said the suit taught him a lesson: "I don't think we were in any sense guilty of racism, but I think we just didn't work hard enough as a company to create more balance and diversity. And we have, and I think that's made us a better company. We have minority recruiters. And if you go into our stores you see great-looking kids of all races."

In the latest episode, last fall a group of high school girls from Allegheny County, Penn., made the rounds of television talk shows to protest the company's "offensive" T-shirts. Of particular concern were shirts that read "Who Needs a Brain When You Have These?" "Gentlemen Prefer Tig Ol' Bitties" and "Do I Make You Look Fat?"

"Abercrombie has a history of insensitivity," the group's well-spoken Emma Blackman-Mathis, 16, told me, "and there is no company with as big an impact on the standards of beauty. There are kids starving themselves so they can be the 'Abercrombie girl,' and there are guys who think they aren't worthy if they don't look exactly like the guys on the wall."

The protest (which resulted in A&F pulling "Who Needs a Brain When You Have These?" and "Gentlemen Prefer Tig Ol' Bitties" but retaining "Do I Make You Look Fat?" and others) began after my visit, so I couldn't ask Jeffries about it. But I did ask him about other T-shirt dust-ups, including "It's All Relative in West Virginia" (which West Virginia's governor didn't find funny), Bad Girls Chug. Good Girls Drink Quickly (which angered anti-addiction groups), and Wong Brothers Laundry Service -- Two Wongs Can Make It White (which triggered protests from Asian groups).

Remarkably, Jeffries says he has a "morals committee for T-shirts" whose job it is to make sure this sort of thing doesn't happen. "Sometimes they're on vacation," he admits with a smile. "Listen, do we go too far sometimes? Absolutely. But we push the envelope, and we try to be funny, and we try to stay authentic and relevant to our target customer. I really don't care what anyone other than our target customer thinks."

What about shareholders? Last year aggrieved Abercrombie shareholders filed a suit against the company alleging that Jeffries' compensation was excessive. (The suit was settled; his $12 million "stay bonus" was reduced to $6 million, and he gave up some stock options. In 2004 he made approximately $25 million.) Other suits, still pending, accuse Jeffries of misleading stockholders about the company's profits. "You settle because it's a distraction," Jeffries told me. "I can't let anybody be distracted here. Me included. We are passionate about what we do here on a daily basis, and if any of us is tied up with this nonsense, it's counterproductive. We're a very popular company. We have a lot of money. And we're targets."

Jeffries dismisses the idea that he courts controversy deliberately to sell clothes, although the endless complaints about Abercrombie perverting the minds of America's youth undoubtedly makes the brand even more appealing to them. Meanwhile, the slogan-free items, which are for the most part as unthreatening as those of any other, less controversial label, fly under the parental radar. "Abercrombie remains a very acceptable look for Mom," says Union Bay's Doerrer. "I don't think many mothers of 16-year-old boys dressed in Abercrombie will make them go upstairs and change."

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Jeffries says that A&F is a collaborative environment ("a diva-free zone," is how he put it to me), but in the end he makes every decision -- from the hiring of the models to the placement of every item of clothing in every store. There are model stores for each of the four brands at A&F headquarters, and he spends much of his time making sure they're perfect. When they are, everything is photographed and sent to individual outlets to be replicated to the last detail. If there's an A&F diva, it's Jeffries.

I got a firsthand look at his perfectionism in action when he invited me along for the final walk-through for the Christmas setup of his stores.

"How does a store look? How does it feel? How does it smell? That's what I'm obsessed with," Jeffries said as we walked quickly toward the Hollister model store surrounded by a handful of his top deputies, including Tom Mendenhall, a senior vice president whom Jeffries recently lured away from Gucci.

Inside the dimly lit Hollister store, which is designed to look like a cozy California beach house (there are surfboards, canoes, comfy chairs to lounge in, magazines to read, and two screens with live shots of Huntington Beach, courtesy of cameras permanently affixed to a pier), Jeffries paused in front of two mannequins and shook his head. "No, no, we're still not there, guys," he shouted over the No Doubt song "Spiderwebs," which blasted throughout the store. He stared at the jeans on the female mannequin. "The jeans are too high. I think she has to be lower."

A guy named Josh got down on his knees and started fidgeting with the jeans, trying to pull them down so they hung to the ground. "And we need to make the leg as skinny as we can," Jeffries said. "Should we clip the back of the leg in the knee?" Two employees scurried off to get clips. "We want it bigger at the top and skinnier at the legs. Yes, that's sexier. Much better. That's less butch." (Jeffries isn't a fan of the "butch" look, though when they were all the rage he grudgingly incorporated camouflage army pants into his Hollister line for girls.)

Jeffries then turned his attention to the male mannequin. "OK, how rugged and masculine can we make this guy?" he asked, prompting a couple of his assistants to fidget with the jeans, making them bigger in the leg. "Good, he looks cooler now. He's got more attitude. We love attitude."

There was more mannequin fixing at the A&F store, where a male one decked out in jeans wasn't looking very manly. "We have to fix this guy's package," Jeffries said. "We could stuff him," a girl suggested while a guy fiddled with the crotch, trying to make it poofier. With that fixed, Jeffries turned to a male mannequin in cargo pants. To make sure it looked realistic, he had a very attractive male employee put on a pair of the pants and stand next to the mannequin. "That looks great," he said as the young man did a 360, the pants sagging off his ass. Jeffries looked at the mannequin again. "Are the pants low enough? This guy's got it lower."

"They're right at the edge of falling off," said an assistant.

"OK, that's good," Jeffries said. "Let's get them as low as we can without them falling off. We don't want him looking like an old guy."


...and you think it's us freaks, us undesirables, who have a bad attitude?

(article courtesy of nothing.)
"It is inspiring it can happen on a Catholic campus. If this can happen here, what can't happen?"

what is it, you ask? a queer studies minor. at depaul. inspiring indeed.

Sunday, February 19, 2006

i got to trial team practice this morning, and the judge was talking about the atkins diet, and about how he had a coach a couple years ago making sure he did the atkins diet right. he was bemoaning the lack of such an enforcer now...and then turns to chris and goes,

"mr. kaiser. that's a teutonic last name. you can be my atkins nazi."
because bizarre parodies are hilarious.

Saturday, February 18, 2006

well, i heard back from my first employer. i got home last night and there was a letter from the firm i interviewed with on monday. they dinged me.

i had been told by my interviewer that it would take them a week and a half to get back to me. it took all of four days. i guess i just suck that badly, right?

Friday, February 17, 2006

i am starting to get the feeling that OD'ing on the Alkaline Trio less than an hour before an interview was a bad idea, given my fragile state today.
i could crack a joke about fraternities. i could crack a joke about hazing. i could crack a joke about kentucky. i could crack so many jokes, but it would be way too easy and cheesy...so just read the article.

whatever happened to a good old paddling instead?
this stressful little week is finally about to draw to a close.

i've had job interviews up the wazoo this week. some of them have gone better than others. i'm getting very sick of them, and i hope they result in at least some call backs...lest i feel like i wasted my entire week. i have two more coming up soon...one with spencer fane today and then one with reinert and rourke on tuesday, which i just found out yesterday that i landed. sometimes i feel good about how this week is going, sometimes i feel rotten about how it's going...right now, since i'm blogging, it's pretty clear that i'm feeling rotten. i need to shore up and feel good by 1:20, when i'm all dressed up in my suit and ready to interview again.

last night was a lot of fun...i went out for sushi with chris. :) it was really nice to go out and have a nice dinner, between us. we're going out on saturday night...that's barristers, so instead of being a nice dinner for me and chris, it's one for me, chris, and 200 of our closest law school buddies.

speaking of barristers, i have a dress, finally! i went out shopping with hilary, and i finally found a dress! it's strapless, goes out at the bottom as any princessy ballgown should, it has a shawl...and it's FIRE ENGINE RED. i've always wanted a fire engine red dress. i'll be in a fire engine red dress, chris will be in a tux, and it will be shiny.

other than that, not much going on except for trial. we are leaving for kansas city on the 28th, so it's the last week and a half of preparation before we leave town. it's scary that we're coming down the home stretch. i'm getting more nervous by the day, but our case is really coming together so hopefully we'll be smooth and ready for competition when it starts. i can't wait to compete again...but i want to feel good about my parts, and i don't have that feeling yet. i'm getting there on my defense witness, although i still feel several galaxies away on my plaintiff witness. i need to change that--hopefully the meeting on saturday will help shore it up.

time for me to crawl back into my hole.

Thursday, February 16, 2006

the awful link of the day on something awful was truly one of the most awful things i've seen in a long, long time. i thought focus on the family was the epitome of psycho, religious-right insanity on the web. i occasionally read it to satisfy my train-wreck syndrome. but, that awful link was even worse.

it's a site called family guardian. the front page of it is a mess of crammed links and blinking text, but once i got past the horrible formatting, i found that it's a wealth of not only the old tired "we love our women barefoot and pregnant" brand of misogyny masking as faith, but all sort of anti-government paraphernalia as well. this particular passage i found...jaw-droppingly WTF, even more so than the rest of the site. my commentary ends here...we will let this speak for itself.

When you marry with a marriage license, you are like a polygamist. From the State’s point of view, when you marry with a marriage license, you are not just marrying your spouse, but you are also marrying the State.

The most blatant declaration of this fact that I have ever found is a brochure entitled "With This Ring I Thee Wed." It is found in county courthouses across Ohio where people go to obtain their marriage licenses. It is published by the Ohio State Bar Association. The opening paragraph under the subtitle "Marriage Vows" states, "Actually, when you repeat your marriage vows you enter into a legal contract. There are three parties to that contract. 1.You; 2. Your husband or wife, as the case may be; and 3. the State of Ohio."

See, the State and the lawyers know that when you marry with a marriage license, you are not just marrying your spouse, you are marrying the State! You are like a polygamist! You are not just making a vow to your spouse, but you are making a vow to the State and your spouse. You are also giving undue jurisdiction to the State.

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

old and busted: the nigerian email scam.
new hotness: kenyan woman with no knowledge of grammar whatsoever wants her money distributed to churches before she returns to the bosom of the lord.

read it and weep. (or, at your own risk, contact her and stop her money from slipping into the hands of her husband's unbelieving relatives.)

Dear Beloved in Christ.

It is by the grace of God that I received Christ, having known the truth, I had no choice than to do what is lawful and just in the sight of God for eternal life and in the sight of man for witness of God & His Mercies and glory upon my life.

I am Mrs.Mary Parker, the wife of Mr Robert Parker, my husband worked with the Chevron/Texaco in Kenya for twenty years before he died in the year 2003.We were married for ten years without a child. My Husband died after a brief illness that lasted for only four days. Before his death we both got born-again and dedicated christians. Since his death I decided not to re-marry or get a child outside my matrimonial home which the Bible is strongly against.When my late husband was alive he deposited the sum of US$7.5 Million.(Seven Million Five Hundred Thousand U.S.Dollars) with a Bank in Europe.

Presently, this money is still with the Bank and the management just wrote me as the beneficiary that our account has been DORMANT and if I, as the beneficairy of the funds, do not re-activate the account; the funds will be CONFISCATED or I rather issue a letter of authorization to somebody to receive it on my behalf (note that you need to activate this account) as I can not come over. Presently, I'm in a hospital in Kenya where I have been undergoing treatment for esophageal cancer. I have since lost my ability to talk and my doctors have told me that I have only a few weeks to live. It is my last wish to see this money distributed to charity organizations anywhere in the World. Because relatives and friends have plundered so much of my wealth since my illness, I cannot live with the agony of entrusting this huge responsibility to any of them. Please, I beg you in the name of God to help me Stand-in as the beneficiary and collect the Funds from the Bank.

I want a person that is God-fearing who will use this money to fund churches, orphanages and widows propagating the word of God and to ensure that the house of God is maintained. The Bible made us to understand that blessed is the hand that giveth. I took this decision because I don't have any child that will inherit this money and my husband's relatives are not Christians and I don't want my husband's hard earned money to be misused by unbelievers. I don't want a situation where this money will be used in an ungodly manner. Hence the reason for taking this bold decision.I am not afraid of death since I know where I am going to. I know that I am going to be in the bosom of the Lord. {Exodus14 VS14}says that the lord will fight my case and I shall hold my peace. I don't need any telephone communication in this regard because of my soundless voice and presence of my husband's relatives around me always.I don't want them to know about this development.

With God all things are possible.

BELOVED ONE REPLY TO MY PRIVATE EMAIL: m_parker71@walla.com
Your Sister in Christ,

Mrs.Mary Parker.
alright...no more comments on my itunes quiz, so i think it's time for...answers!!!

1. "i don't care if it hurts--i wanna have control": "Creep" by Radiohead (cookies for brokenbubble)
2. "i am so full of love...i am so full of hate...i am so full of these feelings that tear me every which way": "I'm A Cloud" by Boy Hits Car
3. "standing on the shoulders of giants leaves me cold": "King of Birds" by REM (cookies for alystrastardust and mrvoid)
4. "sing me something soft...sad and delicate...or loud and out of key...sing me anything": "Existentialism On Prom Night" by Straylight Run
5. "see the crime and rise": "Alone And Dirty" by Down Cycle
6. "she's a child young and willing in a world that's unforgiving": "Wonderland" by Angie Aparo
7. "the more i lose the more you'll find me": "Big Night" by Cool For August
8. "you were the last good thing about this part of town": "Grand Theft Autumn/Where Is Your Boy" by Fall Out Boy (cookies for brokenbubble)
9. "i forget things i associate with pain": "Forget" by 8Stops7
10. "guard your goods with american security but dodge these bullets when you're in the city": "It's A Stick-Up" by Dead Man Holiday
11. "don't quote me boy, i ain't said shit": "Boyz In The Hood" originally by Eazy-E (or, as one tokeiwakamidesu aptly pointed out, i was really listening to the dynamite hack version)
12. "confessions only burn themselves in the fire": "Other Light" by Finger Eleven
13. "make us perfect and say it all again": "Complicated Questions" by Finger Eleven
14. "i'll never be a star...i'll never play sitar...all these childish dreams are not meant to be": "Guru" by Emmet Swimming
15. "i can see it now, but i'm so far below it": "Little Black Backpack" by Stroke 9 (cookies for cce6)
16. "and maybe i'll find out the way to make it back someday...to watch you, to guide you through the darkest of your days": "Wherever You Will Go" by The Calling (cookies for gwenc02)
17. "keep me stuck in the pain chamber of chicago, illinois": "Make Sure I'm Out Screwing Up" by Wesley Willis
18. "leave the past behind and yearn for youth some other time": "I Know It Will" by 19 Wheels
19. "the choices i made sleep in my bed": "Yesterday" by Escape From Earth
20. "without a dime to my name or a prayer in the world i walk out the door": "Anywhere But Here" by Rise Against
i found a case on westlaw (U.S. v. Byrnes, 644 F. 2d 107) which contains one of the most hilarious excerpts of trial testimony ever. it's this dumb woman who is accused of rare bird smuggling...and she is talking about how all of these variants of birds are not in fact birds. observe:

On direct examination, the following testimony was given:

"Q. Mrs. Meffert, do you recall testifying yesterday about your definition of birds?
A. Yes.
Q. And do you recall that you said that the swans and geese were not birds?
A. Not to me.
Q. What do you mean by that, "not to me?"
A. By me, the swans are waterfowls."

Shortly thereafter, Mrs. Meffert was cross examined as follows:

"Q. Are sparrows birds?
A. I think so, sure.
Q. Is a crow a bird?
A. I think so.
Q. Is a parrot a bird?
A. Not to me.
Q. How about a seagull, is that a bird?
A. To me it is a seagull, I don't know what it is to other people.
Q. Is it a bird to you as well or not?
A. To me it is a seagull. I don't know any other definition for it.
Q. Is an eagle a bird?
A. I guess so.
Q. Is a swallow a bird?
A. I don't know what a swallow is, sir.
Q. Is a duck a bird?
A. Not to me, it is a duck.
Q. But not a bird.
A. No, to other people maybe."


words fail me. the entire opinion is a masterpiece of sarcasm and hilarity, but this excerpt from the transcript just had me dying. i've never actually heard of someone trying to deny that a duck was a bird before.

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

*scene: trial team practice. there's a box of valentine cookies on the bench. The Judge walks up to said box of cookies.*

"awwwww, a broken heart! someone's got to eat it!"

*the judge eats half a heart cookie.*

fin.
i had the Best Interview Ever this morning. the attorney i interviewed with was fun to talk to, and we got along insanely well. it went longer than twenty minutes...being the last interview before lunch was a good thing, and it was awesome that he kept talking to me instead of ushering me out for an on-time lunch time.

plus, he caught himself writing "nice job" on my transcript, instead of actually noting my class percentile. i would have gotten up and danced if i didn't actually have to maintain a professional demeanour...or if i weren't wearing heels, since those shoes are impossible to dance in.

i think this morning was the first time i've gotten out of an interview with an unbridled feeling that it went absolutely swimmingly.

Monday, February 13, 2006

"State Senator Mike Fair says the change is necessary because science is always changing."

you'd think that this would be a quote from a kansas state senator coming to his senses, coming forward to overrule the kansas board of education's choice to teach intelligent design.

you'd be wrong.

it's a south carolina state senator commenting on why evolution should not be taught to high schoolers, but rather that high schoolers should be taught to "critically analyse" evolution.

in other words, it's not science that's changing, but certain people's definition of it. i am dismayed.
i found out today that here at wash u, the advanced trial advocacy professor's name is kevin curran.

sadly, i have no idea if he's large, loud, boisterous, or gay. i probably need to take the class to find out.
well, this is officially my First Week Ever that i'll have to wear a suit for five days. i landed a lottery interview with Stolar on wednesday...holy late notice, batman, since i just found out about it today. i don't have an interview on thursday, but i have a reception that i have to go to for Lawyers for Equality...so that's five days in a suit.

i hate wearing high heels, but i do feel snazzy in my pinstriped suit. *dancedancedance*
may i reiterate how much i love pearls before swine? today's is utter genius.

instead of paying attention in class, it's a chicago quiz, ganked from squelch84, since it's so much more amusing than paying attention in class.

- Northside or Southside: southside. :) five years.

- Bears Superbowl or Cubs World Series: bears super bowl, since a cubs world series would only make cubs fans more obnoxious and annoying.

- Cubs or White Sox: sox. sox. sox.

- Favorite Chicago Athlete (all time): i don't know, but Fridge Perry had the coolest nickname.

- Favorite team: the University of Chicago Mock Trial team!!!

- Favorite championship/division winning team (year): '05 Sox.

- Favorite band from Chicago: inept, escape from earth, disonic, ratbag hero, no fate, shot baker, reforma (RIP), the blank theory (RIP)

- Best celebrity from Chicago? WESLEY WILLIS!!!!! :D

- Best movie that took place/was filmed in Chicago: The Hunt! (it's about scavhunt, and i am skinny dipping in it! wheeeee!)

- Favorite song about Chicago: cook county sheriff by ratbag hero

- Favorite bar: exit

- Favorite local bar: jimmy's woodlawn tap...so many memories of nights drinking way too much beer.

- Favorite restaurant: giordano's.

- Best pizza: giordano's.

- Best beef: didn't eat enough beef sandwiches to answer this in an educated manner.

- Best hotdogs: wiener's circle

- Best Italian ice: i don't eat italian ices.

- Favorite neighborhood: boys town

- Best thing about the city: the music scene

- Worst thing about the city: the suburbs

- Best news in Chicago in 2005: the sox winning the world series

- Worst news in Chicago in 2005: didn't that moron kill the judge's husband in 2005? that was really freaking scary.

- Best season: winter! snow! hurray!

- Brookfield Zoo or Lincoln Park Zoo: lincoln park zoo.

- O'Hare or Midway: i always preferred midway, since it was so easy to get to from hyde park

- Best place to shop: disgraceland, reckless records

- Do you care that Meigs Field closed? i'm glad it did. i was uneasy about having an airport downtown. any faith i have in democracy was undermined by the way Daley closed it down, but i was amused by it all the same...it was Mayor Daley being Mayor Daley, the king of Chicago.

- Do you care that Marshall Field's will be Macy's? i don't care. i don't like department stores.

- Most annoying homeless person: the one that yells at you and berates you for not giving him any money at midnight at that walgreens on 55th and hyde park

- Most overrated tourist attraction: navy pier. *pukes*
- Have you ever been to ...

... Second City? yep

... Navy Pier? yes...*shudder*

... Marshall Field's on State? once or twice

... Lincoln Park Zoo? i have

... the Sears Tower Skydeck? when i was a small child

... Wrigley Field? a few times

.. U.S. Cellular Field? you mean Comiskey Park. <----YES! (and i've been there more times than i can count.)

... Comiskey Park? yep.

... Soldier Field? can't say i have

... the Museum of Science and Industry? so many times.

... the Field Museum? yeah

... the Art Institute? yup yup

... the Taste of Chicago? yeah...i've been, i've seen it, i don't think i'll go again

... the Chicago Air and Water Show? not so much

... the Shedd Aquarium? yeah

... Chicago Blues Festival? nope

... Millennium Park? yep

... the Water Tower Place? indeed...i heart the glass elevator.

... the Oprah Winfrey Show? no...because if i went, i'd probably throttle oprah.

... the Jerry Springer Show? no, but i really want to go and yell at stupid people

... the Jenny Jones Show? no, but i bet there would be people to yell at more stupid people

... Greektown? yum. greek food. hooray!

... the Signature Room/Lounge? yep...the view is awesome.

... Chinatown? yum yum yep.

... Gold Coast Hotdogs? nope

... Superdawg? nope

What's worse?

- Increased CTA fares or increased toll fares? increased CTA fares. i don't drive, so i depend on the CTA, and i don't want to pay more money for it unless they can promise that they won't dock the service.

- Humid summer days or the below zero winter freeze? humid summer days. i love the chicago winters--i didn't go to chicago for the humid summer days. i could have had those staying in north carolina, and i get enough of those here in st. louis too.

- Cameras at intersections or increase of stop signs and speed bumps? the intersection cameras freak me out. big brother is watching.

- No more smoking sections in restaurants or more smokers stinking up the entranceways to all the buildings? the smokers in the entranceways are a little annoying, but i'll take that over having the smoking sections in the restaurant any day of the week

- The parking meters/paylots or the $4 beers (bottled)? since i don't drive, and don't part, i'll say the $4 beers suck more. i actually drink beer. i like to stick to cheaper beer, or pitchers with the boys, though...but there are even bars where the cheap stuff costs that much, and those bars suck.

Do you ...

... use chairs to guard your shoveled parking spot? parking spot? to park what?

... know why they call it the Windy City? silly politicians.

... use ketchup on your hotdogs? well duhhhhhh...i've been doing that since i was a small child, and i can't eat a hot dog without it.

Sunday, February 12, 2006

"control over oprah is control over women."
"oh, i get it! control over women is control over bitches!"
--The Boondocks
i'm watching the olympics. the ads came on, and visa has this new catch phrase..."life takes visa." to build up to that, they list off all these "inspirational" qualities that life takes...joy, talent, etc. one of them is spontenaity.

okay, i agree that being spontaneous is something that life takes. but, there was something about that part of the ad that really disturbed me. the visuals for that part of the ad showed a wedding chapel, and a couple getting married.

maybe it's my commitment-phobia and my distaste for marriage. i don't know. but, am i stupid to think that marriage and spontaneous should not go in the same sentence? it's one of those lifelong, irrevocable decisions...either you'll stay with that person for the rest of your life, or you will deal with the drama of the divorce for a long time to come. it's a decision that takes deliberate decision-making and thought.

show people on a rollercoaster. show people dancing in the rain. show people deciding to buy gum or a stupid magazine in the checkout aisle of their local supermarket. but, please, don't show marriage as a spontaneous thing, when it ought to be the furthest thing from that.

besides, they might give stupid people either ideas or validation...both bad things for idiots to have.
didn't i make it clear already? i have nothing to say. i don't need any more closure...it's closed, and it has been for a long time.

Saturday, February 11, 2006

i just disappeared yesterday. it was great. i needed it. i didn't go to class, i slept in, i took a huge nap during the afternoon, and then chris and i hit the casino to play some poker. i played a little 3/6, a little 5/10, and i left the casino with 90 bucks more than i arrived with...so it was pretty shiny. i wasn't nearly productive enough, i had some intentions of trying to get work done yesterday, but that didn't happen at all. guess i have today and tomorrow to get everything else done for the week that i need to, since next week is a really long week.

no more updates on the job interview front of any substance... i found out that two of the three firms i hadn't heard back from have picked their interviewees, so i got dinged...eh well. if they don't like me, the heck with them anyway. :) i'll be shiny and snazzy for the ones who love me. i'm still waiting on one firm, reinart and rourke...who i really, really hope i get an interview with. they needed more materials this week, so they aren't releasing their picks until next week. i just want to get through these interviews, and do well at them, and find out about the pd's office, and find out about these jobs...i want to get this all set up.

other than that...so little going on. so little fun to talk about, since i've got so much to do on the fronts of school, job hunting, and mock trial. that's my life.

i did have a couple of Red State Moments on wednesday, though, when i was shopping. one was at the st. louis mills outlet mall. i was in the ladies' room, and there was a machine. it was clearly a condom machine--it wasn't a pad or tampon machine, it was a condom machine. but, it didn't contain condoms at all...it contained laffy taffy. i found that really, really disturbing! no birth control for you! here, have some candy!

then, on the way back from shopping, there was a billboard. it was a disturbing billboard. it was this billboard, except it says Feb. 25:



billboards? on the road? for ex-gay ministries? it's so disconcerting. apparently they are having some sort of conference here. it boils my blood, but i realised the futility of going to such and event and yelling back when i was in college. one of the christian groups, intervarsity or campus crusade or someone, brought an "ex-gay" to campus my third year of college to discuss how jesus turned him straight. it was heartening in the sense that there were more queers and allies there than people who believed in anti-homosexuality ministry. still...it's really hard to do anything to turn a person away from self-loathing in the clothing of religion, with the threat of hellfire hanging over their heads. they have to find out for themselves. i can't say that i can officially speak for God, because saying that would be horribly presumptuous on my part...but i have trouble believing in a loving supreme being who will eternally punish someone for sexual orientation, such a natural thing. the idea of these ex-gay ministries pains me...it seems like a way of using religion as a vehicle to co-opt people who are in a difficult place in their lives, coming to grips with being queer. it seems...disingenuous, like they're taking advantage.

and, on another note...my gosh. is it just me, or does she still trip your butch-dar? just a bit? don't tell me she doesn't look out there and still appreciate a nice pair of boobies.

now that i've sent myself to hell for the day, i'm done for now.

Thursday, February 09, 2006

i liked myself so much better when i hated myself.

it seems like an oxymoron, but it's really not. when i knew, really knew, that i was an extremely inadequate human being, there was no pressure. i was a lot more laid back about a lot more stuff. i let life happen to me, sometimes tapping it a little bit to make it meander somewhat towards my way, but i was at its mercy. i had so little to be wound up over, and i was happy with the victories i did have. every victory was exciting, unexpected, charming.

i'm back at the bottom again, just as i was in high school. in high school, i was convinced that i was capable of anything. the only problem is, i didn't actually have to work for it in high school, everything i needed or wanted in the academic arena just came to me. it happened, and i was entitled to all of it. i got straight a's. i got in to the college of my dreams. it all just happened. then, in college, it didn't come easily anymore, i realised i was stupid, and i didn't feel entitled to anything anymore. i was a better person for realising that i wasn't entitled. i had reached a comfortable point in life.

and then, the slippery slope began. i got into law school, a charming little victory in itself. then it snowballed. law school has gone academically well, better than i ever could have dreamed. my grades are high...and i'm acutely aware of that, given the competitive environment and the fact that they have class ranking here, unlike college. i'm doing trial team. i'm getting interview after interview through oci. although, i think it was al over once the last of my grades came out. they're good, i know i'm capable of better, though, and they need to be better. i feel like i'm entitled to all the trappings of good law school grades. instead of being excited that i got an interview or two, now i am feeling like a failure if there's an interview i don't get.

in other words, i've become the despicable, arrogant bitch that i was back in high school, and i don't like it one bit. i need to somehow reclaim the more carefree, grateful self i was in college...but i'm afraid if i take steps to do that, i'm going to be depriving myself of some unnamed, still-to-be-determined glory that i feel is mine.

i feel like a better person when i hate myself for being stupid and inadequate than if i hate myself for desperately needing to take a chill pill. it's more organic that way.

yes, i'm aware that this particular entry makes me seem like even worse of a person...but it's something that i needed to get off my chest this morning, in order to get on with my day.
whatever sleep i'm getting, it's not enough. i've got so much scheduled throughout the rest of this month that i'd be best served just turning off my feelings, my sensibilities, everything but my productivity and my cold, practical need to Get Things Done. i need the capacity to become an automaton, and i need to turn that switch on.

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

i just got back from shopping...i heart shopping with hilary, even when i don't find anything to buy. i was so ready to part with a large chunk of money for a sexy barrister's dress, but i didn't find a dress that made me look good. guess we'll have to go out next week and look again, right? i still have until the 18th, barrister's ball isn't until then.

next week is going to be a very busy week of interviews. i found out just before i left to go shopping that i landed an interview with legal services of eastern missouri, and i found out just now, once i got home, that i landed one with spencer, fane, britt, and browne. this means i have four interviews scheduled so far next week. i'm still waiting on all three other bids that i made, though, since they haven't released their interview picks yet. however those turn out, this weekend is going to be a very busy one, between getting my work done and making sure i'm ready to be on my a-game all week with interviews.
sigh. law school is so much like high school sometimes. sometimes it's good...as in the case of barrister's ball, or as people around these parts like to call it, law prom. in that case, law school is like high school if high school didn't suck. i have a lot more friends, and a lot more fun things i can do with my free time. i'm going to have people to hang out with all night, unlike my high school prom at which i was unceremoniously ditched. although, one thing about barrister's is high school ridiculousness times ten--you have to register your table. it's like...making a clique official, instead of the unwritten lines from high school. you have to actually sign up for your tables of eight. i wish the tables were bigger...eight's so small! and then, sometimes, there's just drama, petty things. oh well. it's more good than bad...and more just silly that it's a society of twentysomethings who are, in way too many ways, sixteen again.

and, because i haven't done it in a while...it's the old itunes meme. twenty quotes. lines from songs that popped up on my itunes shuffle. guessy guessy. :)

1. "i don't care if it hurts--i wanna have control"
2. "i am so full of love...i am so full of hate...i am so full of these feelings that tear me every which way"
3. "standing on the shoulders of giants leaves me cold" (yes, i realise the amusement of this, anyone who was in des moines in 2004.)
4. "sing me something soft...sad and delicate...or loud and out of key...sing me anything"
5. "see the crime and rise"
6. "she's a child young and willing in a world that's unforgiving"
7. "the more i lose the more you'll find me"
8. "you were the last good thing about this part of town"
9. "i forget things i associate with pain"
10. "guard your goods with american security but dodge these bullets when you're in the city"
11. "don't quote me boy, i ain't said shit"
12. "confessions only burn themselves in the fire"
13. "make us perfect and say it all again"
14. "i'll never be a star...i'll never play sitar...all these childish dreams are not meant to be"
15. "i can see it now, but i'm so far below it"
16. "and maybe i'll find out the way to make it back someday...to watch you, to guide you through the darkest of your days"
17. "keep me stuck in the pain chamber of chicago, illinois"
18. "leave the past behind and yearn for youth some other time"
19. "the choices i made sleep in my bed"
20. "without a dime to my name or a prayer in the world i walk out the door"

nicolle --

[adjective]:

Fuzzy to the touch



'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com


*snicker*

on completely meme-unrelated news, Lewis, Rice, and Fingersh selected me for an interview on monday. yay! *does the OCI dance*

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

i saw this in wtf_inc and laughed so hard. i promise, this is the last silly internet meme of the day. i don't know what it is about this stupid owl, but it and its variations get me laughing every time.



here's a llama
there's a llama
and another little llama
fuzzy llama
funny llama
llama llama
duck

llama llama
cheesecake
llama
tablet
brick
potato
llama
llama llama
mushroom
llama
llama llama
duck

i was once a treehouse
i lived in a cake
but i never saw the way
the orange slayed the rake
i was only three years dead
but it told a tale
and now listen, little child
to the safety rail

did you ever see a llama
kiss a llama
on the llama
llama's llama
tastes of llama
llama llama
duck

half a llama
twice the llama
not a llama
farmer
llama
llama in a car
alarm a llama
llama
duck

is that how it's told now?
is it all so old?
is it made of lemon juice?
doorknob
ankle
cold
now my song is getting thin
i've run out of luck
time for me to retire now
and become a duck

(yes, i know i've llinked the llama song before. but, i llove the llama song and i'm enamoured with the llittle guys.)

Monday, February 06, 2006

well, i just found out that i have an interview with husch & eppenberger (a law firm here in st. louis) next week! interviews make me happy.

Sunday, February 05, 2006

i watch the super bowl every year...not for the football (unless it's my forty-niners playing, which of course is not the case this year) but for the advertisements. let's see what the high-paid advertising geniuses cranked out this year for the big game...


pizza hut cheesy bites: the game hadn't even started yet, and i got a feeling that it was going to be an awful day for super bowl ads.

i hear some nondescript female vocal teenybopper pop in the background, and there's jessica simpson (it took me a second to decide if it was her or britney spears, but it's jessica...) dancing around seductively, a pizza in her hand, and a skimpy waitress-like outfit on her body. i use the term "waitress outfit" very loosely--although it had pizza hut colours and insignia, i doubt you could actually wait tables in it, at least without showing a significant bit of booty and/or vulva. she was dancing in front of some drooling guy who could not have been any older than seventeen or eighteen.

it was just...inane. sell the pizza because it's good. (although, since it's pizza hut, it's probably not good...sell the pizza because it's new, because cheap on promotion, or because it contains a lot of cheese.) don't sell...some jailbait guy drooling over some washed-up old pop singer's boobies. that's just not right.

diet pepsi: this ad ran late in the first quarter. it started stupid, got stupider, and ended with what has to be one of the worst product taglines i've ever seen.

puff daddy goes to a record company with a can of diet pepsi, wanting to sign it to a record deal. puff daddy agrees to the record company having complete creative control; cut to the recording studio. the rest of the ad consisted of interspersed scenes of people singing some generic hip-hop tune around the can (i don't know if any of the singers were famous, i don't pay that much attention to hip-hop) and scenes of puff daddy watching the people singing around the can, being smug and pleased about the results. one of the shots is of a page of the billboard hot 100, showing "brown 'n bubbly" by D. Pepsi as #1 on the charts. after more scenes of the singing and of puff daddy watching the singing, it ends with a diet pepsi logo and a weblink: brownandbubbly.com.

first of all...puffy is so over. secondly...BROWN AND BUBBLY?!?!? WHAT?!?!?! just as the budweiser brewery tour actually makes me want a bud as opposed to other beers, this ad makes me want to drink any pop but diet pepsi, as opposed to diet pepsi! this is despite the fact that if a place serves pepsi, diet pepsi is what i drink. just...no! my mental image was rotting sewage. chris' was a bad case of diarrhea. either way, not images i want to associate with a beverage. this ad was inane, and the tagline was a complete loser.

ameriquest mortgage: this one, late in the first quarter, has the honour of being the first ad that made me laugh. i felt like a horrible person for finding it so funny, but there you go. it was hilarious.

two doctors were standing over a guy lying in bed. the guy was alive. there was a fly buzzing around near the doctors' heads, and it was driving the doctors a little crazy. cut to the elevator, a mom and a kid are there, with a "get well, dad" balloon. cut back to the room. one doctor busts out a defibrillator paddle and uses it to shock the fly. the fly drops, dead, to the man's chest. the doctor goes, "so, that killed it!"--right as the mom and kid walk in the door. they look on, horrified, as the text on the screeen reads "don't judge too quickly. we won't. ameriquest mortgage."

is it a classic? not by a long shot. but, was it amusing in spite of any desire i have to be a good person? you better believe it.

the shaggy dog: second quarter. tim allen. running around. he thinks he's a dog. he runs into stuff, like cars and old ladies, while trying to chase a cat. whover decided to make this movie was a moron. i want to find them, and kick them in the reproductive organs so they don't make more people with genes that have the propensity to come up with bad, expensive ideas like remaking the shaggy dog with tim allen.

godaddy.com: this ad ran near the end of the second quarter. talk about trying too hard to be funny. i'm now in favour of a rule banning references to old bad super bowl ads in new bad super bowl ads.

the ad consisted of some guys sitting around a table. they decide, for some reason that was not entirely clear to me, that they needed to call the godaddy.com girl in. they show her, with a tank top on, and cut between shots of the guys in the boardroom ogling her boobies and shots of a strap of her tank top, unraveling from the stress of having to hold up her mammoth boobies. one of the guys muses, "i hope it's not like last year." finally the strap snaps, the eyes bug out of the businessmen's heads, and the old ceo grabs his oxygen mask. it cuts to a screen: "there's more at godaddy.com."

i should write godaddy.com a letter. the letter should read as follows:

dear godaddy.com,

being self-referential does not make your ad funny, or cool, or good. please stop running super bowl ads that suck.

love,
nicolle.


nfl network: halftime. the ad didn't mention nfl network at all. it showed a bunch of people in football shirts watching football. it talked about the super bowl, and how it's as american as american can be. the entire ad left me wondering one thing: why are you idiots paying to advertise the super bowl during the bloody super bowl? how redundant. what a waste.

athletes for jesus: halftime. clips of family photos, with an ekg image finally flatling. a voiceover: "in a moment your life flashes before your eyes. do you know where your spirit will spend eternity?" then they read john 3:16, and talked about how we should make the right choice and come to jesus and save our souls. the ad was typical pabulum of the "believe what i believe or you are going to hell" variety. but, it was really weird seeing an admonishment to come to jesus during the super bowl.

sure, the ad reaches a lot of people, but i really wonder how many people will actually convert to evangelical christianity because of that ad. super bowl ads are expensive. i really think that athletes for jesus could have come up with a more efficient way to witness, something with a higher souls per dollar ratio.

lost: during halftime, abc ran an ad for lost. it was a ton of random clips of the show, over an audio-edited version of addicted to love. they tweaked it so it sounded like robert palmer was singing "might as well face it, you're addicted to lost."

i don't think i would have noticed the ad at all if not for one thing: robert palmer is DEAD! he died in 2003--before lost even hit the air! the song was in robert palmer's voice, with someone else singing the word "lost" instead of "love." if i could have at least believed it was robert palmer, i could have ignored the ad. if it were clearly someone else singing the entire thing, i could have ignored the ad. the way it is, it's just creepy.

the rolling stones: okay, so this isn't an ad, it's the halftime show. if i'm blogging the super bowl, i may as well take the opportunity to enumerate this obvious truth: mick jagger is OLD!!!

okay, back to the regularly scheduled advertisements.

nationwide insurance: third quarter. hilarity ensued--and it's about bloody time!!!

a woman is on a gondola in venice. there's some voice gushing about shampoo being worthy of only one man's hair. sure enough, it's fabio pushing the gondola, surrounded by clouds and such, and there's a whispering woman's voice in the background, repeating fabio's name, as if the woman in the gondola is having all sorts of silly fantasies about fabio.

(by this point in the ad, i'm giggling hysterically, and chris is musing that this had better be a joke.)

finally, the fabio figure bends down to the woman, holding a flower. the gondola passes under an overpass, the woman looks up--only to see a really old guy with really long hair, blowing in the breeze, where the woman thought fabio was. a voice over comes in, talking about how nationwide is prepared for the unexpected, even when you're not.

that ad was funny, that ad was silly, and that ad was the first all day that i thought was super bowl caliber. dreaming about shampoo? mistaking some old guy for fabio? it doesn't make any sense...but at least it's the divine, amusing kind of nonsense.

athletes for jesus: end of the third quarter, they ran the flatlining ad again. sigh. it's just as weird the second time, and i'm sure it's even less efficient. diminishing returns, anyone? if souls weren't flocking to evangelical christianity after the first ad, i doubt they are after seeing the same thing again. if someone decided to come to jesus after the first ad, i doubt anyone else thought "eh, i don't think so on the whole jesus thing" after the first one, but after the second time seeing it, decided, "OMG i'm gonna die and i don't wanna go to hell I LOVE YOU JESUS SAVE ME!!!!" sigh. their money, i guess.

emerald nuts: this was in the fourth quarter. i love you, emerald nuts. i love you.

scene, inside a house. there were a bunch of guys with machetes, discussing how awesome their machetes are. they look over, under the stairs, and there's a tiny guy wearing a robe, talking on the telephone, trying to close a business deal. then it reads, on the screen:

Even Machete Enthusiasts Recognize A Little Druid Networking Under The Stairs.

i love acrostics. i love nonsense. emerald nuts ads are usually extremely silly, extremely funny, and they outdid themselves with this one. an acrostic? it's genius!!

the beer institute: the fourth quarter sent us back to the department of...why are you advertising this? there's a sequence of all sorts of people, toasting with beer, in all different languages. finally, the last one said "cheers", in english, and the ad proclaimed, "here's to beer."

so, let me get this straight. they're advertising the general concept of beer drinking? during a super bowl? something tells me this is a little superfluous.


alright, and that's all she wrote with respect to super bowl ads this year. with the exception of emerald nuts and nationwide insurance...not super bowl calibre at all. with the exception of those two ads and the ameriquest mortgage flyswatting ad...the ads sucked, across the board. i'm glad i didn't actually alter my schedule to watch the super bowl...because the ads were a general disappointment.

as for the best ad of the night...definitely emerald nuts. it was clever, it was funny, and it had me laughing hysterically. the worst ad of the night? definitely diet pepsi, if only for the fact that "bubbly and brown" is the worst slogan ever.

Saturday, February 04, 2006

"you've been acting weird."
"like, funny weird?"
"no, like use-your-cat-as-a-bath-towel weird!"
--Bobobo-Bo Bo-Bobo

"that thing you play and call your axe isn't a guitar! it's a pound of unsalted butter!"
--Bobobo-Bo Bo-Bobo
it's an apocalyptic christian movie where satan's one world regime has taken over and put a lone christian on trial for "hatred of the human race."

the tagline for the movie is "The Supreme Court vs. The Supreme Being: Let the Trial Begin."

and, Mr. T is in the movie, playing some activist trying to break the christian out of jail.

what more can i say? *head explodes*

Friday, February 03, 2006

hellooooooooo, duck and cover. or, in other words, the bush administration now has a mascot to teach homeland security to little kids.



pet line from the Chicago Tribune article about the website:

"The spokeslion is Rex, a muscled, bandana-wearing mountain cat dressed in what looks to be a cross between safari clothes and lederhosen."

it's also curious, on the website itself, that it lumps terrorism in as a threat with hurricanes, tornadoes, tsunamis, floods, fires, and earthquakes. i really don't know what to make of that. is it an innocent, strange juxtaposition, an unfortunate coincidence that resulted when FEMA was folded into homeland security? or, is it some insidious attempt to indoctrinate little kids that it's as certain that freedom-haters will try to blow good little americans up as it is that there will occasionally be hurricanes?

either way, we can say one thing for certain. rex the mountain lion looks like a moron.

Thursday, February 02, 2006

t minus an hour and twelve minutes. so nervous.

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

my blog sure has been cracked out lately. there haven't been very many long entries where i rant about things...just more like quick spur-of-the-moment things...web links, law school updates, me popping off at the mouth about stuff i maybe should say, maybe not. oh well, it's my blog, and it's as mercurial as i am. (or, at least as mercurial as my whims to post on the internet are.)

it's also a little contingent on trial team. i don't have it today...but i had practice for five straight days. more time doing trial = less time blogging. case changes came out yesterday...after four days of intensively shoring up the case, there were a few of the facts in case "clarifications" that threw a wrench in our shiny theories and expert directs. back to the drawing board, i guess. we still have a month...but we've gotten such a handle on all the crazy facts of the case, we're all willing to work hard, and we've got the judge and some experienced attorneys to bounce stuff off of, run things in front of. case changes be darned, i think we're going to be in a good place come regionals. only a month until then...regionals are the first weekend of march, so we've got four and a half weeks to keep working on things until they're competition-ready.

i have my public defender interview tomorrow. i'm nervous. i'm not nervous about what they're going to ask me. i'm nervous that i'm going to be sick as a dog. i was sick at the beginning of last week, i had a sore throat, and then it went away. i was a little run down, but fine, for the next couple days. yesterday night i started going downhill...and today i've been awful. it's probably a cold...the symptoms are consistent with allergies as well, but first of all it's january, and second of all i'm not actually prone to allergies. i've been sniffling and sneezing, and half-asleep all day, and i feel like i'm in a fuzz. i really need to get a ton of sleep and pray that i feel better tomorrow, pray that i feel up to spending 20 minutes on my a-game, trying to convince the missouri public defender that they want to hire me.

i'm finally almost current on civil procedure...i had let myself get so behind in that class, but i've spent all afternoon after my meetings doing reading, and now i have four more pages to read once i've done this blog entry, and that's it. that'll be done before my meeting at 3, the career services thing about how to do a twenty minute interview. who knows how helpful it'll be, because it's career services, but i guess it won't hurt, right?

well...time to try and finish my civil procedure and listen to more bad music (i'm listening to eminem...::hides face::) before going to that meeting. i'm so worn out, but i still have to read crim law and con law for tomorrow, too. maybe i'll go home and read it, i really want to, but i know it's never going to get done if i don't do it at school. sigh.
wow. i was posting an entry on a livejournal community i'm on, and realised that i had posted it to the wrong community. i deleted the entry, and when the screen told me that the entry was indeed deleted, it showed the funniest little animated image:



i guess that's one way to delete my lj entry...