tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24355210198848820312024-03-13T07:49:02.184-06:00Laughing: with or at youLaughinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185622358607701276noreply@blogger.comBlogger103125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435521019884882031.post-30279460700850658702010-04-07T11:42:00.002-06:002010-04-07T11:46:02.920-06:00A darker deeper level of snarkI know it's been quite some time since I've shown my face, so to speak, here and for that, dear internet, I am sorry. But I had to share this with you. She could be my new best friend, if I were lucky enough to live in the Bay Area:<div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/sfo/71020820.html">http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/sfo/71020820.html</a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/sfo/71020820.html"></a>Enjoy!<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Laughinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185622358607701276noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435521019884882031.post-34208591833739582932010-01-26T17:31:00.003-07:002010-01-26T17:40:36.314-07:00law student version of sending my child to warDear Apple Technician,<div><br /></div><div>Please, please <i>please</i> take good care of my baby. She is in a very vulnerable state at the moment, what with the combination of not working correctly and me oscillating between screaming and crying jags every time she does not work correctly. She is my trusty and loyal sidekick, my partner in crime, the love of my (law school) life. Be kind. Treat her well. I've put her through a lot of trials and tribulations over the last year and a half, and I'd like to see her make it at least until I graduate and find a job. Send her back to me new and improved as fast as you can.</div><div><br /></div><div>Also? Though I am in the midst of a massive <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">pre</span>-send-off backup of my data, please PLEASE for the love of all that is holy try not to delete any of my shit. I am a law student, not a tech guru, and I make no claims of actually knowing what I am doing when it comes to backing up my documents, music and pictures. And all those other random but essential files that live in non-obvious places. In other words, please send my baby back intact, aside from the broken parts.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sincerely,</div><div><br /></div><div>(<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">NotCurrently</span>)Laughing </div>Laughinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185622358607701276noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435521019884882031.post-87353930272020060762010-01-19T21:09:00.004-07:002010-01-19T21:18:01.269-07:00hiatus shmi-bite me-atusYou might say that I have been on a hiatus from blogging. You would be correct. I launched myself into winter break with the pointed goal of Doing Nothing for 4 solid weeks and I'm happy to say that I succeeded, with one notable exception. I did spend a lot of time with my new boyfriend, who I'll call Jack Bauer. He is incomparably delightful, but that's enough gushing for now.<div><br /></div><div>Today I made a discovery about an apparent <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">misconception</span> that I've had since starting law school. I always thought that the loud people in the library were 1Ls - those without a clear understanding of law school etiquette and hierarchy, who had no basis for understanding their volume level. And I have been wrong this whole time! The loud people in the library are actually 3Ls - they don't really care that much about reading for their classes, but they're sort of in the habit of being in the library, and the bar exam isn't close enough yet for them to actually be preparing. I'm not yet sure what to do with this <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">new found</span> knowledge, as it stretches my sense of law school etiquette and hierarchy to glare mercilessly at a bunch of 3Ls. More to follow, and I promise it will be sooner than last time. </div>Laughinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185622358607701276noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435521019884882031.post-80637524344617803982009-12-16T20:21:00.002-07:002009-12-16T20:32:54.206-07:00internet "research"You know you've crossed some sort of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">internet</span>-stalking line when you find things while "researching" somebody online that you want to share with them, but in order to do so you'd have to admit to your technological-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">pokings</span>-around - and not in the "yeah I checked out your pictures when you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">friended</span> me" kind of way. But come on, when someone else who has the exact same name has put only books about magical demons on their amazon wish list, how can I be expected to not make a joke about that? <div><br /></div><div>In a related note, lots of people who have private <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Facebook</span> profiles do not have private pictures. I mean lots and lots, especially those who are not paranoid law students worried about getting a job someday. I also think that most people don't think about the setting "friends of friends" as still containing complete strangers. I start break tomorrow afternoon and it is going to take Herculean efforts to keep from going any further into the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">internetz</span>. </div>Laughinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185622358607701276noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435521019884882031.post-74862471767038757322009-12-08T20:28:00.003-07:002009-12-08T20:31:46.842-07:00notes in the marginsMy favorite note I've found written (by me) in the margins of my casebook as I outline: "professor thinks this is crap."<br /><br />It is unfortunately not so helpful as to why professor thinks it is crap, or what professor prefers. At least it's better than the one about a hundred pages back, awkwardly positioned far enough away from the case as to indicate that it wasn't referring to anything in particular: "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">WTF</span>."<br /><br />Oh evidence, you and I can only be friends for the purpose of pointing out the inaccuracies of Law & Order.Laughinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185622358607701276noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435521019884882031.post-38074608046010531052009-12-04T23:46:00.003-07:002009-12-04T23:59:18.542-07:00it's a series of tubesOk, I love me some lolcats as much as anybody else (not true, I probably love them more), but have you ever read the comments on those posts? Holy literacy rate, I want to punch those people.<br /><br />Also, while I'm on the subject of griping about my otherwise favorite study distractions, I've always wondered: who are the people taking the People of Walmart pictures? They have to be in Walmart to take the picture, or at least lurking around the parking lot - aren't they making fun of themselves in a roundabout way? Or worse, are they just douchey hipster college students doing recon so that they can bask in the glory of their photo being posted on the site? Does it assuage the conscience of people like me when we do go into Walmart? "Hey it's not so bad, maybe I'll see a crazy person I can take a picture of with my overpriced phone!"<br /><br />This is a perfect example of why I should not be left alone to study on a Friday night, without the company of booze or attractive men: because when left to my own devices I over-analyze everything that is fun about the internet.Laughinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185622358607701276noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435521019884882031.post-32992053717078682472009-12-03T14:17:00.002-07:002009-12-03T14:28:26.115-07:00moment of panicEvery time I have to do a research assignment for work, there is a moment early on in the process when I am looking at the research question and I just think to myself, "I have no fucking clue what my boss is asking for." I know I need to ask some questions to clarify what it is I'm supposed to be looking for, but in order to ask good questions I need to have some understanding of what I'm doing. In order to have some understanding of what I'm doing, I need to know a little bit more than zero, that is if I want to keep my job. And so I spend a couple of hours spinning my wheels, grasping at search terms and obscure <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ALRs</span> until I have enough of a shadow of an idea to ask those clarifying questions. Does this happen to anybody other than me?Laughinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185622358607701276noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435521019884882031.post-83544557296219798492009-11-29T22:00:00.002-07:002009-11-29T22:27:18.165-07:00obligatory pre-overnighter postingI am about to dive headfirst into a 15 page final paper for one of my classes (due tomorrow, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">how'd</span> you guess?) but before I started I figured I would waste a bit more time and alert <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">teh</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">interwebz</span> to my recent goings-on. And, of course, since I am lazy ... err .... saving all of my transitions for my brilliant paper, I will devolve into my favorite format, <span style="font-style: italic;">la <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">liste</span></span>.<br /><br />1. I went away for a few days for Thanksgiving and came back to a cat who was so starved for attention that she has sat on my lap for over 10 hours today. If there is one thing I am thankful for this year, it is the unconditional love of a pet.<br />2. The downside is that it is very difficult to actually accomplish anything when there is a purring cat sitting between me and my laptop.<br />3. When I got up yesterday I learned that my phone had deleted all the contact names in my address book. In other words I still have the numbers, but no names to go with them, which is just about as useless as not having the numbers at all. I'm working on a solution, but in the meantime I'm just answering the phone really enthusiastically every time.<br />4. I did an interview with Awesome Job That I Want SO Much, For <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Realz</span> about a week ago, and I do not have enough digits to cross to contain my hopefulness.<br />5. When it rains it pours. Just saying.<br />6. I am almost halfway through with law school, which makes me simultaneously relieved and terrified. This is pretty much par for the course? I'm Ron Burgundy?<br />7. I cannot wrap my brain around how people who have such a poor grasp of grammar get into law school, but I'm so grateful that they do. Getting all worked up about grammar, style, and punctuation while grading citations is strangely cathartic.<br />8. For the love of all that is good and holy, please do not go out and buy Going Rogue. Do not Go Rogue, do not collect $200.<br />9. Also, please do not go see New Moon. Barf.<br />10. I love my apartment. I've never really loved anywhere that I've lived before, so it's a strange new feeling for me, but oh god I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">lurve</span> my apartment.Laughinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185622358607701276noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435521019884882031.post-75372484384744990742009-11-13T12:27:00.002-07:002009-11-13T12:30:47.248-07:00patience is my strong suitIn my experience, the anxiety of waiting for a guy to call is only eclipsed by the anxiety of waiting for the Awesome Job I Applied For to call. And I only submitted my application like 3 minutes ago. Welcome to my own particular brand of crazy, Internet. Make yourself comfortable, we could be here a while.Laughinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185622358607701276noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435521019884882031.post-19669634476333094092009-11-11T13:39:00.002-07:002009-11-11T13:45:29.719-07:00list of suckThings About Which I Am Not Particularly Pleased At The Moment:<br /><br />1. Not getting any interviews yet.<br />2. Also not yet getting called back by the cute boy I spent the weekend with.<br />3. Having a cold.<br />4. Being broke.<br />5. The fact that there are no more classes to take from my favorite professor.<br />6. Acne.<br />7. The fact that finals are right around the corner.Laughinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185622358607701276noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435521019884882031.post-4757784467772279262009-10-27T03:04:00.003-06:002009-10-27T03:14:00.714-06:00the "work" and corresponding "death"I'm pretty sure that I have pulled more all-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">nighters</span> in the last 3 months of being a 2L than I ever did as an undergrad. I know I'm not the first to say this, and I won't be the last, but crap-on-a-cracker this 2L "work you to death" thing is no joke. And mere weeks ago I was going on and on about not letting law school take over my entire life. Ha. Ha. Defeat is funnier in the wee hours of the morning, don't you think?<br /><br />Also, as a result of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">overworkèdness</span>, if another one of the 1Ls in the writing class I TA for comes up to me to complain about how much work they have, I may have to punch them. Except take out the "may" from that last sentence and substitute it with "will, without hesitation." So 1Ls? You are on notice: it's not Halloween zombies you need to watch out for, it's bloodshot 2Ls who look like zombies. Don't say you haven't been warned.Laughinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185622358607701276noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435521019884882031.post-59870204522785650032009-10-20T00:01:00.002-06:002009-10-20T00:08:47.793-06:00C&SCite & Source, otherwise known as Crap & Snark, otherwise known as Crude & <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Sucky</span>, otherwise known as I Have Lost My Creativity to Make Up Clever Shit. Oh Wait! Otherwise known as Clever & Shit.<br /><br />Things I Will Do While I Work on This Cite & Source:<br /><br />1. Watch about a billion episodes of L&O Criminal Intent on Instant Watch. I know there are a lot of C&I haters out there, but I love Vincent <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">D'Onofrio</span>, and now it's got Chris <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Noth</span> too, and you know that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Noth</span> sounds an awful lot like <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">NOM</span>. Chris <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Nomnomnomnoth</span>.<br />2. Dive into that gallon of seasonally flavored ice cream in the freezer.<br />3. Learn way more than anybody cares to know about now-defunct laws written in the 1940s.Laughinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185622358607701276noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435521019884882031.post-10335746343614346292009-10-06T01:26:00.003-06:002009-10-06T01:40:02.564-06:00pickleI am in a research pickle. Everything that I have found gives an extremely clear answer to the research question: "no". But my boss thinks that the answer should be "yes," and is bound and determined that I should find that "yes" if I just do more research. At what point do I stop billing and again give the unsatisfactory answer of "no" even after being told to "look harder"?Laughinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185622358607701276noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435521019884882031.post-5310268209800229532009-10-04T11:23:00.002-06:002009-10-04T11:30:31.487-06:00laundry dayAlthough living in a building of mostly undergrads has its obvious downsides (Taylor-Swift-listening-girl-next-door, I'm looking at you) I have discovered one perk. Being the only person up before 10 on a Sunday means I get first dibs on the one washer and dryer, which I plan on monopolizing for the next 3-4 hours. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Bwahhahahaha</span>!<br /><br />The amount of enjoyment that I am getting out of this is perhaps a new low in the "law school has turned me into a complete loser" game.Laughinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185622358607701276noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435521019884882031.post-33539017984004663232009-10-01T00:34:00.002-06:002009-10-01T00:55:22.014-06:00adventures in "reply all"<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Today in the library, I received the following email:</span></span><br />_____<br />To: Laughing, Guy-Friend ...list of other people<br />From: <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">StudyGroupGuy</span><br />Subject: Party!<br /><br />Hey study group! I am having a party next weekend, it would be cool if you all came!<br /><br />_____<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >I then replied to Guy-Friend:</span><br />_____<br />To: Guy-Friend<br />From: Laughing<br />Subject: RE: Party!<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">OMG</span>! Cute boy in our study group is having a party!<br />_____<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Then Guy-Friend replied to me:</span><br />_____<br />To: Laughing<br />From: Guy-Friend<br />Subject: RE: Re: Party!<br /><br />Laughing, you clicked Reply All....<br />_____<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >And then</span> PANIC PANIC PANIC PANIC PANIC PANIC PANIC PANIC PANIC PANIC PANIC PANIC PANIC PANIC PANIC PANIC PANIC PANIC PANIC PANIC PANIC PANIC PANIC PANIC PANIC PANIC PANIC PANIC PANIC PANIC PANIC PANIC PANIC PANIC PANIC PANIC PANIC PANIC PANIC PANIC PANIC PANIC PANIC PANIC PANIC PANIC PANIC PANIC PANIC<br />_____<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >And then I received this:</span><br />_____<br />To: Laughing<br />From: Guy-Friend<br />Subject: RE: Re: Re: Party!<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Haha</span>! Just joking!<br />_____<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >And then I spent the afternoon scheming about leaving flaming bags of poo on Guy-Friend's doorstep. </span>Laughinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185622358607701276noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435521019884882031.post-13891005810307720192009-09-29T00:10:00.003-06:002009-09-29T00:17:41.946-06:00insert clicheAfter the problem I had a couple of weeks ago when the heat spontaneously came on by itself and wouldn't turn off on an 80 degree day, I now have the opposite problem. No heat. And it was nowhere near 80 here today. And there is only so much fleece in my apartment.<br /><br />I would have called this post "be careful what you wish for" except that phrase is basically the cliche version of "I told you so", which makes me kinda punchy. "Be careful what you wish for" is really only appropriate when what you wish is for me to punch you in the face, and then I would recommend that you be careful what you wish for <span style="font-style: italic;">silently</span>, because I can be a little <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">spazy</span> with the punches.Laughinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185622358607701276noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435521019884882031.post-44626723097812061062009-09-26T20:25:00.003-06:002009-09-26T21:30:38.581-06:00stir crazyI agreed to take on 2 extra research and writing projects for work this weekend and next to generate some extra cash for a mini-vacation I'm taking next month. It will be worth it, but it means that I'm staying in to work all weekend. On Thursday it seemed like no big <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">thang</span>, yesterday it still seemed doable, and today I am wallowing in what seems like an impossible amount of work in an impossibly short time, and yet it seems like <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">fo</span> re <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ver</span> until I will be done. Not leaving the house for 40+ hours can have that crazy-making effect on a person.<br /><br />So to break up the monotony, I'm following the lead of <a href="http://mindthesass.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-enough-is-never-good-enough.html">mind the sass</a> with a few of my favorite things:<br /><br />1. Crescent rolls. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Nom</span>!<br />2. My new caramel colored knee length boots.<br />3. Kitty.<br />4. The Office.<br />5. Pumpkin ice cream.<br />6. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Netflix</span>.<br />7. The fact that I got to keep the awesome TV in the division of stuff.<br />8. Blue mascara - perhaps controversial, but fun nonetheless.<br />9. Christmas music (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">ok</span>, I'll wait until October).<br />10. Not being a 1L.<br />11. My bicycle.<br />12. Thai tea.<br /><br />And, in the alternative, a very short list of my new least favorite thing:<br /><br />1. Use of the word "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">arguendo</span>", especially when used after the word "assuming." <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">AARGH</span>.Laughinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185622358607701276noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435521019884882031.post-64088260734225416262009-09-24T14:00:00.003-06:002009-09-24T14:14:04.404-06:00house-keeping and awesome-keepingHi, my name is Laughing and I am an asshole. Which is to say, I just got around to updating the links to some of my favorite <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">blawgers</span> who had migrated to new platforms. Uh, some of whom had done so like 6 months ago. This is my way of making up for my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">slackishness</span>. Go visit <a href="http://lisslo.wordpress.com/">Exhibit L</a>, <a href="http://www.no634.com/">No634</a>, <a href="http://awomaninlaw.wordpress.com/">a woman in law school</a>, and <a href="http://nontokenminority.wordpress.com/">A (Non)Token Minority Law Student</a> - all people who, despite me ignoring their pleas to update my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">blogroll</span>, did not remove me from theirs. Thanks dudes.<br /><br />It is also my pleasure to say that I've been included in <a href="http://www.bitterlawyer.com/index.php/columns_detail_comment/bitter_lawyers_10_favorite_law_student_blogs/?cat_id=13">The Bitter Lawyer's 10 Favorite Law Student Blogs</a>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Woot</span>! I'm totally flattered, especially since my posting schedule has been, err, lacking lately. Go read all the interviews of the folks included on the list. There is a tiny part of me that wishes I hadn't outed my crush on <a href="http://butnothanks.blogspot.com/">Nobody</a> since she was also included, but on the bright side it reaffirms my incredibly good taste, no?<br /><br />And if you're here for the first time <span style="font-style: italic;">because</span> of the Bitter Lawyer post, welcome y'all! I hope you enjoy!Laughinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185622358607701276noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435521019884882031.post-72264555223004709152009-09-18T22:30:00.003-06:002009-09-18T22:55:14.946-06:00this friday night brought to you by lameI realized I hadn't spent a single night just hanging out by myself for the last 2 weeks (no wonder I feel like I'm losing my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">everloving</span> mind) so I decided to spare my friends and take some alone time tonight. As soon as I decided that I would spend the evening with my feet up, eating bonbons, I looked around my apartment and saw that it was, well, kind of gross. For me, in law school especially, the messy apartment problem tends to spiral out of control fairly quickly - I'm stressed so I don't clean, things are messy and therefore I get more stressed, and it all ends up with me blowing off something I should be doing for school in order to get my surroundings in better shape. My amazing discovery? Friday night cleaning is better than Saturday morning cleaning, because it comes with the added bonus of wine. And you know me, drinking alone on a Friday night usually leads to a list.<br /><br />Things I Did Tonight in Particular Order:<br /><br />1. Play laser pointer with the cat. Never gets old.<br />2. Washed dishes.<br />3. Spent twice as long washing dishes as necessary because I was also watching Gossip Girl.<br />4. Dusted the top of the fridge.<br />5. Discovered that the heat was on, what the eff?<br />6. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Ohmahgah</span> it is so hot in here, why can't I get the heat to turn off?!?<br />7. Opened windows.<br />8. Spent 30 minutes trying to keep the cat from leaning against window screens.<br />9. Closed the windows.<br />10. Cleaned the bathroom sink and vanity.<br />11. Started cleaning the toilet.<br />12. Discovered that the water was no longer running, mid-toilet cleaning.<br />13. Overcome by sudden and unquenchable thirst.<br />14. Cleaned kitchen counters, table. Scoured burner pans.<br />15. Thought about reading for Ethics.<br />16. Fuck that, how about a movie and eat ice cream instead.<br /><br />That basically brings us to the current moment, with me and the cat enjoying a lovely (if hot) evening in a tidied apartment that smells faintly of lemon cleaning product. Hope you all had a great Friday night too.Laughinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185622358607701276noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435521019884882031.post-36996068196079053992009-09-09T18:21:00.003-06:002009-09-09T18:40:42.888-06:00advice (not assvice!) to 1LsDear Precious 1Ls,<br /><br />We need to have a quick chat about study room etiquette. You see, I get that you are new here. I get that you don't quite know how things work yet. I get that you are scared out of your damn minds at least half the time. But that doesn't give you any good reason to act like a bunch of dill-holes. So let's go over some stuff that might make <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">everybody's</span> lives a little easier.<br /><br />1) Try reserving your own study rooms instead of taking mine. Telling me that you've been kicked out of 3 other study rooms already today doesn't move me to sympathy so much as it makes you look like an idiot. Reserve your own room or go to the library, and get the fuck over it.<br /><br />2) When somebody starts standing awkwardly outside of a study room you are in, they are not admiring your color-coded underlining technique or your overpriced and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">underfunctional</span> school bag. They probably have the room reserved, which means you need to get out, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">poste</span> haste. No, you may not finish that page, that email, that killer <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">convo</span> about who said what to whom at bar review. Pack yo shit up and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">skeedadle</span>.<br /><br />3) Study rooms are not soundproof booths. Less shrieking, less screeching, less <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">squee</span>. Many of you have not yet figured out that you are staring down the barrel of a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">buttload</span> of work, and that you would do well to use less time gossiping. If you are with it enough to have gotten a study room, use it for studying, or at least silent <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">facebooking</span>. I don't really care what you do, as long as I can't hear it.<br /><br />That being said, you all look like lovely people. I'd be more than happy to help you with your citations. I love seeing your <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">UCC</span> diagrams on the whiteboards. Also, I commend you on the relatively low incidence of over-perfumers. Next year you'll have full discretion to chastise 1Ls as you see fit. Let's just try to work these study room habits into your routine, mmmkay?<br /><br />Truly yours,<br /><br />LaughingLaughinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185622358607701276noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435521019884882031.post-65310626279579389392009-08-31T10:53:00.002-06:002009-08-31T10:57:57.357-06:00financial aid success!!It only took about 15 tries, but the financial aid office has finally gotten their shit together and decided to let me borrow more than $2000 to live on this semester. Yay! No more ramen for me, I'm upgrading to PB&J! Wooohoooo!!!<br /><br />In completely unrelated news, "Velvet Wendolyn" has emailed me to let me know that she (she?) wants to sell me some viagara and cialis. Someone with that kind of a name is exactly who I would expect to be peddling such wares, except that I would expect her to be doing so at the kinky tent at the renaissance festival, not through such modern means as email.Laughinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185622358607701276noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435521019884882031.post-79784536466725088352009-08-20T23:56:00.001-06:002009-08-21T00:00:54.121-06:00from the mouths of babesOverheard in the law school today, after a bunch of 1L classes got out:<br />________________________________________<br />CoolGuy1L: Hey, so what are your plans for the weekend?<br /><br />Saddest1LintheWorld: Uh, well, I don't have any friends, so...... probably nothing.<br />________________________________________<br /><br /><br />I know that it might feel that way right now, 1Ls, but I promise it gets better. I promise.Laughinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185622358607701276noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435521019884882031.post-32364361882760331292009-08-04T00:20:00.004-06:002009-08-04T00:37:21.745-06:00of shoes--and ships--and sealing waxIn the year I've been blogging, I have tried to make it a point to make this a primarily "law school blog." In some ways I needed the structure, and in some ways I did it to protect my identity from my classmates. But this summer has most decidedly Not been about law school, and so I haven't had much to write about. Instead, this summer has seemed to be about how my relationship is unraveling before my eyes, which is something I've been in denial of, embarrassed by, and mostly just afraid of. It has been something that I've hoped wouldn't happen, and something that I definitely didn't want to broadcast to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">internet</span>.<br /><br />Maybe I was wrong to think that I could contain these spheres of my life apart from one another. What is currently happening in my relationship is affected by me being in law school, and how I feel about being in law school is in part affected by my relationship. There is a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">venn</span> diagram there, and the overlapping part is a black hole of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">shittiness</span>. It's a bleak outlook, and perhaps a controversial way to say "Welcome 1Ls!"<br /><br />School starts up again soon though, which gives me something to look forward to (and perhaps some good blog fodder?). Despite my all-around dislike of last year I'm actually excited about school again - about my classes, about meeting new people, about the jobs and internships I have lined up, about the friends I've made, and about simply no longer being a 1L. I hope you'll stick around to laugh with and at me.Laughinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185622358607701276noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435521019884882031.post-7584148247880481352009-06-28T18:55:00.004-06:002009-06-28T19:19:42.335-06:00not dead yetJust in case anyone out there still reads this.... I haven't died in the past month. I've just fallen off the face of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">internet</span>.<br /><br />I know that this happens to a lot of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">blawgers</span>, especially in the first summer. I remember being frustrated by a lack of posts last summer when I was preparing for 1L by reading every law student blog I could find.<br /><br />I could say that I haven't had anything to write about, but that's not true. It's more that I've been working through some things that I haven't yet been ready to share. I could be writing about my summer job, but I already have to do "reflective journals" which are a lot less fun than blogging, but also sort of destroy my desire to reflect. Plus, using blogging as a way to put off homework is fairly enjoyable, but using it as a way to put off fun summer stuff? Not as enticing. Sorry <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">internets</span>.<br /><br />The past month has been a full one, and a lot of things have happened that warrant their own posts entirely. Here is a brief list though of stuff I've failed to blog about:<br /><br />1. Living with animals who are at war with each other = not my idea of a good time.<br />2. I'm moving in 2 weeks. This was entirely unexpected, and until about 4 days ago, unplanned.<br />3. My garden is awesome enough that sometimes I wish I owned a greenhouse instead of going to law school.<br />4. I got my grades.<br />5. I did not try for law review.<br />6. My summer job has helped me make a major decision about what I want to do in my legal career, which is sort of awesome.<br />7. I lined up a fairly cool job for the fall, with people I like, and I sort of just fell into it without trying. Score!<br />8. I do not miss being around law students. Related: I like my classmates a lot more now that we are not in class. Most of them, at least.<br />9. Despite #8, there has still been a little bit of social weirdness. I would not be surprised if this became a bit of an issue in the next month or so.<br /><br />I'm going to try to be a better blogger. I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">pwomise</span>. Also, to my peers who have moved their blogs, I will get around to updating my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">blogroll</span> with your new addresses. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Sheesh</span> I'm such a lazy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">internet</span> citizen. Please be patient with me.Laughinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185622358607701276noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435521019884882031.post-6365914910679152922009-05-30T15:34:00.002-06:002009-05-30T17:06:19.502-06:00best and worst of the firstI got tagged! And despite my steady readership of other people's blogs, it took me about 15 minutes to figure out what the fuck it meant when Shake wrote "<a href="http://shakesenseintome.blogspot.com/2009/05/word.html">I tagged you</a>!" I thought, "spray paint?" or maybe "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">facebook</span>?" A while later, and with a healthy helping of "duh" I realized that oh, hey, tagging is a thing people do on their blogs. Oh yeah.<br /><br />Aside from that, this exercise was difficult for me. It was difficult to look back and try and decide between all the bad memories, and to try and remember the not so many good ones. This year of school has been rough and though I've had fun at times, nothing in particular has stood out for me as making all the crappy stuff worth it. But hey, let's get the bad news over with first....<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Worst:</span> On the day that I turned my final brief in for my writing class, I also got back a practice midterm from a class I had been doing pretty well in. While he was handing back the midterms, my professor mentioned that there was one that he had trouble reading, and so he had asked the writing tutor to read it and comment. And of course it was mine. And of course the writing comments were the first thing I read. And of course, I lost my shit. Writing has always been one of my strongest academic skills, and it tore me to shreds. I thought about quitting school, I thought that I was going to fail out. I was mad at my professor and mad at myself, and I couldn't stop thinking about the paper I had just turned in. I read the midterm, and it was poorly written, and so I beat myself up some more. I tried my best to put it behind me, to not think about it, to act as if it had been a fluke.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Best:</span> I hate to bring this to grades, but this experience is only the Best because of how it relates to the Worst. The day after my last final I went in to pick up my graded brief from my writing professor (yes, the one that I turned in on that awful day). Right there on the front of my grading sheet, my professor had written that my brief was the best one in the class. I hope to never forget that feeling. I could absolutely not hold it in. In fact, I'm pretty sure I actually squeaked, right there in the law building hallway, in the middle of finals, one big loud "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">EEEEEEE</span>!" I have never been so happy to get an A in my entire life, and I have also never been so worried about doing poorly on something. Plus, it was a great feeling that the first grade I got this semester was such a good one (especially compared to last semester, when my first grade was by far the worst). It has given me more confidence at my internship, in my ability to be an attorney, and in my ability to take a rough situation and still do well for myself.<br /><br />I'm going rogue and tagging some who has finished a bit more school than me: <a href="http://sanitysouffle.blogspot.com/">(In)Sanity Gal</a>.Laughinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185622358607701276noreply@blogger.com1