Saturday, March 31, 2007

this is for you guys, kevin and dan...because you heart bacon so much.

you should have worn this to the new years eve eve shindig. it would have gone fantastically with the cookies and the baklava.
Best Daily Show Excerpt Ever:


are you a twelve-year-old boy?

if so, you probably shouldn't be reading my blog, anyway. this blog is rated at least pg-13, if not r, for profanity and occasional sexual content and ranting. it would also probably be very boring for a twelve-year-old to read, because of all the ranting i do about law school, and other things that barely pubescent human beings would find extremely uninteresting.

but, more to the point, do you laugh at things that twelve-year-old boys would also laugh at?

then, you'll love this headline. and this article.

huh-huh. they said balls.

Friday, March 30, 2007

it's nine at night. i'm probably going to bed in less than an hour. it's going to rock.

yes, i do suck. a lot. whyever do you ask?!
this is shiny. tonight, when i was at blue hill, i won two free tickets to see blue october at the pageant on april 26th! *squee*!!!!!

it was a total function of luck...jack daniels was having a promotion. there were four inputs for a guitar amp. i had to plug it into one of the four jacks, and see what happened. if a big red X lit up, i lost. if a big red X didn't light up, and a jack daniels logo did, then i got concert tickets. i had a one in four chance...and i won! SQUEE!!!! nothing like the author of one of my personal anthems to distract me from finals. :D

so, anyone else here a blue october fan who feels like going and seeing this show with me?

Thursday, March 29, 2007

blargle.

my closing for trial class sucked. i didn't have the facts on my side, i didn't have the law on my side, i didn't have sympathy on my side, and i'm not a good enough speaker to overcome all three.

...and i think i burden-shifted. yay incompetent me.

time for class to end, so i can drink that awful performance away, and sing some karaoke.

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

i can't wait for saturday. barely legal (the law school sketch comedy show, for all of you who don't go to wash u, or haven't heard me squeeing incessantly about it) is saturday night. my skit has been practicing every night, and it's getting funnier, and funnier. the dress rehearsal is friday afternoon. i'm psyched about the dress rehearsal as well, because that's when i'll finally get to see the other skits. i have heard bits and pieces about them, since i have various friends of mine in various skits, but i haven't seen them yet.

i'm just so glad there's an actual theatre this year. i wasn't in the show last year, but i watched it...and it wasn't in a theatre. it was at the ethical society--a religious facility, not a theatre. there wasn't a real stage, and there wasn't a functioning air conditioner. the show itself was hysterical, but the venue left a lot to be desired. this year, it's at coca--the local arts center. we will have a real stage, complete with curtains, lighting, wings...and hopefully functional air conditioning.

Monday, March 26, 2007

i love the killers. the more i listen to them, the more i love them.

"bling (confessions of a king)"
by the killers

when i offer you survival
you say it's hard enough to live
it's not so bad
it's not so bad
how do you know that you're right

i awoke on the roadside
in the land of the free ride
and i can't pull it any longer
the sun is beating down my neck

so I ran with the devil
left a trail of excuses
like a stone on the water
the elements decide my fate
watch it go
bling

when i offer you survival
you say it's hard enough to live
don't tell me that it's over
poor and tired
but more than this

how do you know that you're right
if you're not nervous anymore

it's not so bad
it's not so bad

i feel my vision slipping in and out of focus
but i'm pushing on for that horizon
i'm pushing on
now i've got the blowing wind against my face

so you sling rocks at the rip tide
am i wrong or am i right
i hit the bottom with a huh

quite strange
i get my glory in the desert rain
watch it go
bling

when i offer you survival
you say it's hard enough to live
and i'll tell you when it's over
shut up poor and tired
but more than this

how do you know that you're right
if you're not nervous anymore
it's not so bad
it's not so bad

higher and higher
we're gonna take it
down to the wire
we're gonna make it
out of the fire
higher and higher
higher and higher
we're gonna take it
down to the wire
we're gonna make it
out of the fire
higher and higher

higher and higher
we're gonna take it
down to the wire
we're gonna make it out
whoa-oh-oh
higher and higher

it ain't hard to hold
when it shines like gold
you'll remember me

Sunday, March 25, 2007

duke's been out for way too long, and my bracket went to pot soon after...but at least something finally went right in my tournament today. georgetown made the final four. this is shiny, because i picked them to make the final four--they're the only one of my projected final four who made it in. this is even shinier, because they knocked off carolina to get there.

i love seeing the tar heels lose.
i made you a cat macro, and i posted it. ♥

didn't make semis. :( sad.
hey! environmental moot court board! get on it...the suspense is killing me! the semifinalists haven't been posted yet, and i want to know if i have to argue tuesday or not!

Saturday, March 24, 2007

the preliminary rounds of oral argument for environmental moot court are now over. first round, i was on-brief, arguing for the EPA (one of the defendants)...second round i was off-brief, arguing for the plaintiffs, a village full of Canadians who are being displaced from their village due to global warming effects. both rounds, i did my argument, and i did the rebuttal...it was probably a little unorthodox to take a rebuttal time as a defendant, but it was fun.

strangely enough, i think my off-brief went better than my on-brief. i still had some first-round jitters that got pretty clear, and i was sitting there for an hour waiting for the plaintiff and the other defendant to argue before i could take the podium and talk. first round, i got slammed for over ten minutes on federalism stuff...on why it was that the EPA could not regulate carbon dioxide. i think i could have handled it better, the judges gave me some good feedback after the round, but i didn't do terribly. i got a little more flustered than i should have at some of the questions, but i didn't do terribly. my rebuttal was alright...there were a few things i got to respond to, but i only reserved myself three minutes--that wasn't enough time, and i decided to reserve four minutes for my rebuttal for the second round.

second round, i was much better. my regular argument went well. i still spent more time on standing than i should have, but i did have time to talk about all three of my issues--which wasn't the case first round, the judges had to give me an extra minute or so at the end because they had asked me so much about federalism that i didn't have time to ever address joint and several liability. i didn't get as deep into joint and several, or even public nuisance, as i wanted to on that second argument, but i got to say something about them, and it was more clearly presented.

my favourite moment of the day, the one that i'm still absolutely HIGH from, is my second round rebuttal. it went beautifully...i had three points that i wanted to bring up, i had one-minutes speeches for each, and then i had a one-minute ending speech bringing it back to my theme of these poor canadians that had to move because of what the power plants did.

i wish i had a tape of it. it was absolutely gorgeous...especially the part where i took the EPA attorney to task. she had discussed in her argument that the plaintiff would fail to prove by clear and convincing evidence that the carbon dioxide was the scientific cause of the global warming and the damages suffered. problem is...this is a review of a grant of summary judgment, and the court had to look at the facts in the most favourable light to the plaintiffs. in that case, with that standard...the plaintiffs were money. i had so much fun arguing that rebuttal, and i still feel so good because of it.

and now i'm ready to see if my partner and i made semis. as nervous as i was going in, as tired as i was...now i'm so jazzed. i want to make semis and argue this case again.
  • it's too early on a saturday morning to be up, much less blogging/ranting/whatever this entry qualifies as.
  • two environmental moot court preliminary rounds? both on saturday? poor planning.
  • it will feel so good when these oral arguments are over. once they are, it's going to be such a low-key weekend.
  • barely legal is a week from today. i can't wait. it's going to be funny, and everyone at wash u law should come see us. :)
  • i've been listening to the ted stevens series of tubes speech way too much lately. it's addictive, and better than any intentional comedy.
  • state and main is a really, really funny movie. i can't believe i hadn't seen it before.
  • i was a good girl last night, for once. i kept my money in my pocket, stayed away from the auction, and did not bid on karaoke or anything else.
  • it's supposed to get to 82 degrees tomorrow? when did mother nature decide to bring the hot weather? this is sad. i'm still up for some snow.
  • i should put on my suit and go to school, so i don't miss my oral argument.

Friday, March 23, 2007

tonight is the women's law caucus auction. it's going to be an epic clash between what i *should* do, and what i *will* do.

what i should do is not buy anything, not bid on anything, and stay far away from the auction. i need to curb my spending a lot, because i am a broke law student, and i'm bleeding money.

but i just know the temptation is going to be too great. i was reading through the items today. most of the items are fun but not tempting, and then i got to an item which combines two of my favourite things ever:

  • karaoke
  • Emily Hughes


yep. somebody decided that they were going to sell an item that has my name written all over it. karaoke with Professor Hughes, my criminal procedure professor. she's so nice, and so energetic, that she'd be so much fun to sing karaoke with. that would be really, really fun, and i bet i'm going to be bidding on it.
i've decided that as long as i sound more intelligent during my environmental moot court oral argument tomorrow than ted stevens sounds in his "series of tubes" speech, i'll count it as a win.
a really funny one on metaquotes today:

Once, the British were a proud and noble people. A warrior race. They hunted the aurochs, they lived with honour. Then the Red Man came from the West, and brought with him the drink they call tea. Now the people of my tribe simply sit on their decking all afternoon, drinking PG Tips. We are not warriors. We have lost our hearts to the evil leaf.

What? Yes, I drink tea. But I always put a little whisky in it.


brilliant.

Thursday, March 22, 2007

i know who i've become, and i don't like it.

and yet, i can't stop it.

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

shiny: finding out that there are apparently people in the county jail telling other people there that if they have a problem, they should call nicky at the public defender's, because she can fix anything.

not shiny: finding out that the trial observations for trial class, the ones i thought were due either this monday or the following monday, were due last monday.

apparently i must be really, really good at fixing other people's problems...and not so good at fixing my own.
some genius on overheard in chicago today:

Guy: (looking at girl's shirt) "Hey. A black flag. What does that mean?"
Girl: "Uh. Have you ever heard of Henry Rollins?"
Guy: "I know Master P! Make em say UGGGGGH!"
Girl: "Na na na na."

something tells me that guy's neurons are not quite firing in the right direction.

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

i am fully convinced that every musical artist has their one song that's just weirder than the rest of them. this holds whether or not the music they make is weird or not...there's always that one experimental song that musically doesn't fit in with the rest of the catalogue, or that one song with lyrics that don't make any sense at all.

wesley willis is no different. now, i'm the first to admit that most of wesley willis' songs don't make a whole lot of sense. but, a lot of them do have certain themes--they're about a criminal getting arrested and sentenced to prison (or, in the case of the song "jadroplov", a criminal being found not guilty), or they're about a band that plays a really good show, or a person who he loves like a milkshake, or about how crazy his schizophrenia demons are driving him.

but, i think i've identified wesley willis' weirdest song, and it's "king of fire."1 he sings some observations about some angry dragon flying over vandercook, a small music school on the south side of chicago, associated with iit. he then changes gears, and even though he maintains the chorus that does relate to the dragon, he starts singing about a dude shooting a gun and trying to chase him in his car. the third verse has nothing to do with the dragon at all! in most of wesley willis' songs, there's at least some continuity, something that runs through all three verses.

of course, there are a few exceptions to that ("electra 225" and "electric eel" come to mind as some notable exceptions), but i don't think the verses in that song are quite as silly as the verses in this one. they don't jump around as much...as this one, first he sings about shooting a gun at a target, then about shooting a gun at him, and then decides that he's not shooting a gun at all, but is driving around in his car, trying to chase him. usually a verse of a wesley willis song tells a coherent story, or a part of a story, even if it doesn't follow naturally from the rest of the verses. in this song...not so much.

this song does have most of the hallmarks of a wesley willis tune. it has a simple, repetitive chorus, although it is different in this song because he repeats the name of the song six times in the chorus instead of four. it has the keyboard backing, and it has the long keyboard interlude between the second chorus and the third verse. it is still unmistakably wesley, but it's wesley at his weirdest.

***
1 the lyrics to "king of fire" by wesley willis are as follows:

once upon a time a dragon flew over vandercook
the beast had wings
he flew like an eagle
he can fly

king of fire
king of fire
king of fire
king of fire
king of fire
king of fire

the dragon spit fire at me
he did it just to scare me away from him
he was so angry
he was so mad

king of fire
king of fire
king of fire
king of fire
king of fire
king of fire

scott hall fired a gun at the target
he shot at me as i ran for my life
instead of opening fire to BB me to death he was chasing after me in his car
he didn't catch me

king of fire
king of fire
king of fire
king of fire
king of fire
king of fire

king of fire
king of fire
king of fire

rock over london
rock on chicago
choosy mothers choose jif

Friday, March 16, 2007

well, my bracket is not as lost as i once feared.

i've lost only four of my sweet sixteen, and none of my elite eight, so far.

i'm not winning any of my pools, but at least i'm not getting trounced in any of them, either. i'm not out of the running yet.

at least the badgers pulled it out. i'd have been DEAD IN THE WATER if they did not. i feel bad, not going for the upset, since i don't really care one way or the other about wisconsin. generally i like upsets. but, i don't like when the team i prognosticate to win the entire tournament goes down in the first round. that would have made me grumpy.
i have a question.

what's weirder? scientology, or a cult that worships tupac as the resurrection of machiavelli?

i think scientology, but this is pretty close.
sixteen minutes into the game.

wisconsin only has ten points.

they are losing 25-10 to texas a&m corpus christi. not texas a&m, but the satellite campus in the fucking SOUTHLAND conference.

wisconsin needs to pull it together, because if they don't, my bracket is royally fucked.

i've already lost duke. this tourney is already traumatic enough. i don't need to lose my predicted champion in the first round.

Thursday, March 15, 2007

i'm packing off to minneapolis now for a weekend of mock trial geekery!

if you're coming to silver flight there this weekend, i'll see you there...and if i don't update and you're not coming, i'll see you monday night.

:)

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

happy π day!

mmm, π.
i am sad. i just filled out my ncaa tournament bracket...and for the first time in years, years, many years, for the first time since our "rebuilding year" back in 1995...i picked a team other than duke to win the tournament.

i feel like a traitor. but...i just don't think it's going to happen this year. duke is going to do the same thing they've done the last two years...make it to the sweet sixteen, and then lose again. it breaks my heart, but i just have a bad feeling about this tournament this year.

i hope my boys prove me wrong.
...because this song is gorgeous.

"failure"
by unloco

maybe i
i didn’t seem to have a thing left to say
i bottled it far away
maybe i
i tried too hard to find someone to blame
maybe it’s me who changed
and now i’m left with nothing again

so what if i lost everything
would you want me if i was a failure
so what if i lost everything
would you be there even when i am gone

maybe i
i didn’t seem to give everything away
not because i needed you to stay
and i
i couldn’t face the fears i left far behind
i try to answer every question to why
i’m left with nothing again

so what if i lost everything
would you want me if i was a failure
so what if i lost everything
would you be there even when i am gone

maybe you couldn’t see
all the pain inside of me
and now i feel like this was all for nothing
’cause i’m left with nothing
i’m left with nothing again

so what if i lost everything
would you want me if i was a failure

so what if i lost everything
would you want me if i was a failure
so what if i lost everything
would you be there even when i am gone

so what if i lost everything
would you want me if i
if i was a failure

Sunday, March 11, 2007

i want to meet this guy and give him a very shiny object. he's wise, smooth, and knows how to bitch-slap someone who was trying to scam him. i want to learn his ways.

Vasectomy: $400. Speechless look on her face: priceless.

I'll try to sum up a funny story that happened a few years ago:

I got a vasectomy.

I met a girl soon afterwards. She was nice and attractive but with a selfish streak that raised a big red flag. She was 32 at the time and I could practically HEAR her biological clock ticking. Regardless, she was a good lay, easy on the eyes, and reasonably good company.

I did NOT tell her about my vasectomy and I always used a condom with her to protect against STDs. She assumed, obviously, that the condom was only used for birth control. Silly girl.

We date for a few months. I never made any move towards commitment but she brought it up ocassionally. For me, this was a casual but pleasant relationship. For her - as I was to find out - it was part of life-changing series of events that she was planning very carefully.

Four months into dating, I get the "I'm pregnant" talk. She's going on and on about how the condom must have broke and now we really need to think about getting married "for the baby". She's positively giddy. She has a baby in her and she thinks she's gonna have a good meal ticket (me) to go along with her new 7lb annuity.

At this point, I'm just as giddy. I get to pull the reverse "oops" on her. I figured that she slept with some bad boy and got knocked up. Good thing I was using condoms! Better still that I have a serious mistrust of women who can't think beyond their own uteri.

So I wait a couple of days to "think about all this." I meet her again. I say I don't want kids and that she should have an abortion. I know where this is going and sure enough it goes there. She goes completely batshit insane on me. There were the usual insults about my manhood. There were threats of legal action. It was all very ugly and I was loving every minute of it.

Well, I let her stew for a few days. She leaves me nasty messages on my phone. She sends awful emails. I'm laughing hysterically.

It was time to drop the hammer. While she was stewing I was busy. First I get a notarized copy from the urologist who performed the vasectomy. Next I get a notarized copy of the TWO test results indicating a "negative test result for sperm" to show I'm sterile and shooting blanks. Finally, I get a letter from a shark attorney stating he has seen the other documents and is prepared to litigate against this woman if she continues to communicate with me in such an unpleasant manner. Also, the letter states that we will insist on DNA testing to show that the baby is not mine. I'm ready.

I meet with this woman at her place. I bring flowers and a small bit of jewelry to show I am willing to reconcile and assume my responsibilities as a new father. I also have stuck in my pocket the documents I have prepared.

She's all giddy again. Her plan is going perfectly - or so she thinks. We talk about our future. We have some pretty good sex. Then, as I am about to walk out the door, I ask her the $64,000 question. "Are you sure that this baby is mine?"

Well, she goes batshit insane again. Hell, she ought to. Her plan could completely unravel if there is ANY question about my paternity. Oh, she's really screaming now. How dare I question her morals. Do I think she's a slut. I'm just trying to weasel out of my responsibilities... blah, blah, blah, yadda, yadda, yadda.

I'm not really mad. I'm kind of embarrassed for her. But since she won't shut up and the neighbors can hear all of this, I ask her to step back inside and sit down. She sits on the sofa and calms down a bit. She is glaring at me with all the moral self-righteousness that only a woman can muster up. She thinks she has me trapped. She is 100% convinced her plan has worked. Oh, the tangled web of lies and deceit she has wrought around herself and I am about to hack through them with a few pieces of paper.

I reach into my pocket slowly. I extract the three pieces of paper and unfold them slowly and deliberately.

I tell her simply, "You're screwed".

Her look doesn't change. There is no way she can fathom what I have prepared.

I continue. "I am sterile"

Her look changes just a bit. Something is beginning to sink in. Naturally, she reverts to women's logic. "You're full of shit. You're trapped and you know it."

I hold up the letter and the test results. "Three months before we met, I had a vasectomy. Here is a notarized letter from him stating what I had done. Here are two test results showing that I tested negative for the presence of sperm. Blanks. I am shooting blanks. That baby inside you is simply not mine."

This woman is not to be swayed by logic and clear documentation. "Bullshit, those are fakes."

I was ready for that. "No, they are real. This last piece of paper is from my attorney. It's a simple letter to you that states if you pursue any kind of legal action against me for child support that I will insist on a DNA test to prove paternity, that is, to prove that your baby is not mine."

I give the woman all the documents. She reads them slowly, deliberately. With each passing second she can feel in her soul that she has made a very bad mistake. With denial swept away, she started to cry. It's a small cry at first. Then it becomes deeper and more painful. By the time she gets to the letter from the lawyer she is sobbing.

I had no sympathy for her. I turned and walked out the door. Even after I closed the door I could still hear her sobbing.

Epilogue -

I never heard directly from this woman again. I did hear through my friends that she did indeed have the baby. I also heard that the real father was some guy in a band she had met. I assumed that after 30, women stopped going after musicians, bikers, criminals, and thugs. Silly me for thinking the best of American women.

The Moral of the Story -

Get a vasectomy but keep it a secret.
this afternoon, i'm finally getting my nerd wings...many years belated. i'm playing in my first dungeons and dragons campaign. :)

to be fair, i probably earned them yesterday. i spent many hours at my friend's place, and he helped me come up with a character. i'd go into details here, but probably anyone who cares about my character is going to be playing in this campaign anyway, so there's no need. (all i can think about is the wannabe vampire in munchkin--where the bad stuff is that he tells you about his character, and you lose three levels because you're so daggone bored.) we then did a fight with a couple of the characters in our party, just to see how it would work...which was a lot of fun, except for the fact that i died. hopefully i won't die like that today...our partial-party yesterday was missing a very crucial part: the cleric. i kept getting beaten on while i beat up the monsters, but no one was there to heal me.

just because i'm a big, mean half-ogre doesn't mean i'm invincible. although, really, i wish i were invincible. that would be awesome. i'd be the juggernaut, bitch.

Friday, March 09, 2007

ganked from nicolae...the most fantastic interwebs quiz i've taken in a very long time.

The Everything Test

There are many different types of tests on the internet today. Personality tests, purity tests, stereotype tests, political tests. But now, there is one test to rule them all.

Traditionally, online tests would ask certain questions about your musical tastes or clothing for a stereotype, your experiences for a purity test, or deep questions for a personality test.We're turning that upside down - all the questions affect all the results, and we've got some innovative results too! Enjoy :-)

Personality
You are more logical than emotional, more concerned about others than concerned about self, more atheist than religious, more dependent than loner, more lazy than workaholic, more traditional than rebel, more artistic mind than engineering mind, more cynical than idealist, more leader than follower, and more extroverted than introverted.

As for specific personality traits, you are adventurous (95%), intellectual (73%), slutty (71%), horny (67%).

Stereotypes
Punk Rock93%
Young Professional82%
Hippie74%
 
Life Experience
Sex42%
Substances35%
Travel42%

Politics
Your political views would best be described as Socialist, whom you agree with around 100% of the time.
  Socioeconomic
Your attitude toward life best associates you with Upper Class. You make more than -0% of those who have taken this test, and 100% less than the U.S. average.

If your life was a movie, it would be rated R.
By the way, your hottness rank is 55%, hotter than 78% of other test takers.

TAKE THE TEST
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if you want to find me this afternoon between now and happy hour, i'm going to be in the lounge, reading wikipedia's extensive coverage of beavis and butt-head. i'm learning so many weird factoids about the best thing to ever grace the television set.

i swear, law school would be a lot more awesome if this was the kind of stuff i had to study. i'd be #1 in the class if law school were all about beavis and butt-head trivia.

p.s.: here's a bonus. my favourite beavis and butt-head episode ever: vaya con cornholio!!!!
"one man show"
by tidewater grain

they were the last of the winter boys
stranded in alleys that had no end
a sad mix of innocents
i counted them as my friends

never had no true love but excess
tiger's milk slash kerosene combined
that was the greatest invention
'cause with them i lost my mind

well there ain't no place left to sleep
i got nowhere to go
i ain't never been empty
welcome to my one man show

ah the things that changes bring
the glory it passed just like the cold
i can hear those voices singing
hope i die before i get old
i hope i die before they take my soul

well there ain't no place left to sleep
i got nowhere to go
i ain't never been empty
welcome to this one man show

well there ain't no place left to sleep
i got nowhere to go
i ain't never been empty
welcome to my one man show
and when i look back on those times
trying to make sense of my life
i can still hear all those angels crying
i heard them
i heard them saying
they told me to tell you
they told me to tell you something baby
goodbye
goodbye
goodbye
goodbye
i've been reading dilbert for over ten years now. yes...it's been on a profound slide over the last seven years or so, but i read it for nostalgia's sake. i read it because it was so good when i was about thirteen or fourteen years old, almost half my lifetime ago.

but, occasionally it's still amusing. occasionally, it still strikes a chord. today is one of those days.



i'm wally in this one. yeah. i love that about me.

Thursday, March 08, 2007

you know you spend too much time on the internet looking at cat macros if your internal monologue is peppered with the phrase "is it can be [noun] time now please?".

soy una perdedora.
worst day at work EVER. i want to go home and crawl into a hole.
there are few feelings worse than really, really needing to listen to some mood music--and not finding the perfect song anywhere in the three thousand or more songs on my computer. that's really depressing.

my music collection is rife with music with really heavy emotional themes that take such themes very seriously...and is peppered with guilty pleasure stuff, really bubblegum stuff. what i don't seem to have, and what i'm desperate for this morning, is something that conveys being stressed out about things that could possibly have real repercussions, but not being so worried about it at the moment. that's my mood, and there's nothing i can listen to that fits that.

i think this is the first time when my music collection has been insufficiently stocked. i don't have the perfect warm, fuzzy blanket for myself, and it's making me feel worse.

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

i love the word "precarious." i was tottering on some steps this morning, trying to re-tie my shoe, and i realised how fitting that word was, to what it meant. when you say it, the word just sounds like it's balancing itself on the brink of something. it sounds unstable.

it's an onomatopoetic word for something that doesn't make a sound. that's why i love it so much.

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

this is weird. it's tuesday night, and i'm not at trial team practice. i don't have anything planned for the rest of the night.

i should be grateful for the down time, because i'm extremely tired right now. or, i should be grateful for the down time because my apartment is so messy right now, and i could probably do some good cleaning tonight.

that cleaning is not going to get done tonight. i'm tired, and not really that motivated to clean.

it feels so weird to be at home like this, just sitting around, on a tuesday evening. sitting at home is so unnatural. i'm okay with not having school events that require serious brainpower...but, all i want to do is go out. bad idea, probably not gonna happen, but oh well.

Monday, March 05, 2007

how did i forget about "no light" by 3rd strike?! that song is fantastic...actually, that whole album by 3rd strike is so good! i haven't listened to them in years, and i was just reminded of the song today. even though listening to it reminds me of the hellhole that is washington, dc (i listened to it all the time summer after second year of college, when i lived in dc), it still makes me feel fantastic. it has so much energy, and it just makes me want to mosh like crazy.

i can't believe i forgot about that song for so long. never again. it's too good to forget.
no, i'm totally not blasting carrie underwood and kelly clarkson.

i'm not going on an american idols binge.

that's not happening right now, i promise.

NOT!
thoughts way too early on a monday morning:

  • i'm back in st. louis. seeing my friends again is shiny.
  • i'm sad we didn't win that trial tournament 'cause we got gypped, but at least i have my life back. sleeping in on the weekends is going to rock.
  • bad nineties music is awesome.
  • life is absurd, and i love it.

Sunday, March 04, 2007

sigh. we broke to semis today, but in semis we lost a round we should not have, by any stretch of the imagination.

as today, it was a grudge match against arkansas, next time, it's a grudge match against washburn.

any more specifics, there are hallways at school. please pull me over.

Friday, March 02, 2007

we had the first round of ATLA regionals last night. we hit a team from the university of colorado, and we went plaintiff. my sutton went alright...i'm a dense moron who didn't read the judges very well until it was way too late in my direct, but hopefully it didn't kill the round for us. here's hoping...because i know i'm really good at killing rounds for any team i'm on. sigh. anyway, it was an alright round on a whole...although it got a little crazy 'cause they objected A LOT. our styles were so different, too. they were really laid-back and casual, whereas we were a lot more formal. wash u is always more formal than about any team we hit, though, so that's not surprising. who knows how it went...i've been around long enough to know that any predictions i make after rounds, but before seeing the ballots, are probably way off. :)

after the round was super shiny. two of my teammates and i went to morton's steakhouse for no other reason than "hey, why not? sounds good!" i love expense accounts, i love per diem. it doesn't cover ALL of the cost of the dinner last night, but it sure does cover most of it. and...the steak was so fantastically good. i'm still just about drooling, thinking of how good it was. we had fun conversation, a great dinner out...last night was so good. i feel so much happier and more relaxed after dinner last night than i have since i got up here to kansas city. i'm actually ready to face more practicing today, and ready to face the round tonight.

finally...fantastic pearls before swine comic today that i shall leave you with:

Thursday, March 01, 2007

damn the name "adalia" for being so gender-determinate.
i'm enjoying the last few minutes of calm before today's storm.

today is the first day of trial team regionals. the first round is at 5, but we'll be practicing all day. that starts at 9:20...so until then i stay firmly planted in the hotel lobby: sipping my coffee, eating my breakfast, surfing the internet, and being a little perturbed that they have classical music blaring in the lounge, because i could really go for some linkin park or some inept right now.

i'm finally starting to feel okay about the witnesses i'm playing. it was just tuesday night when i finally felt like i knew what i was talking about as my defense witness. i've been pretty comfortable with my plaintiff witness for a while, since i've been spending so much time working on that one, but that direct was so recently changed so drastically that i'm starting to have doubts about it again. those need to evaporate by this afternoon.

other than that, there's not a ton going on. i'm so glad to be in kansas city, though. i need a few days away from st. louis, away from law school. even though trial team is so busy, even though i'm really, really frazzled here, a change of scenery always helps me recharge my batteries. i think i'll be a saner nicky when i return, no matter how the trial tournament shakes out.