Tuesday, March 27, 2007

seriously, who scheduled spring break this late?

About 2 hours before T&E today, my computer screen started blinking randomly. I soon figured out that this is because my computer didn't think it was connected to the power source, so kept going back into power save mode, then re-connected itself.

Now, I'm no computer whiz, but I'm pretty sure that this is a motherboard problem. (Yes, I've already had 3 different motherboards in this piece of crap.)

At the same time, I think this is a sign. Even my laptop (an inanimate object without a mind of it's own - no matter what Orwellians think) knows that spring break should've been two weeks ago....and I'm pretty sure this whole motherboard thing is just a cry for help.

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Saturday, March 24, 2007

urgent news bulletin

This just in:

Leggings are not pants. They are meant to be layered underneath something (unless you're at the gym, at which point all bets are off). But they are NOT to be worn as typical pants. Thank you.

We will now rejoin your regularly scheduled blog-reading frivolity, already in progress...


Thursday, March 22, 2007


I'd like to know who the genius was that decided that UW's spring break this year would be scheduled for the first week of April. (For those of you doing the math, that's after Week 10 of the semester...leaving us (law students, at least) with 3.5 weeks of class before exams.) I want to find that person, and I want to stab that person in the jaw.

Because I realized today that I'm crabbier than usual. I've started snapping at almost every person I come in contact with (instead of just saying the nasty comments inside my head). The dark spots under my eyes have become darker and circley-er. I'm tired all the time - despite the fact that I sleep nearly 12 hours a night thanks to my friend, Mr. Over-The-Counter, No-Prescription-Needed Sleeping Pill. And, well, my gnat-like attention span has decreased dramatically over the last two weeks.

And then I sat down, thought about it, and came to a conclusion: I need a vacation. Preferably last week. Which...if the UW calendar-creator wasn't completely demented (or didn't have a death wish), it probably would've been.

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Wednesday, March 21, 2007

swallow first, then answer question

Our Prosecution class is ridiculously early in the morning. (Granted, I think anything before 1pm is "ridiculously early", but I digress.) Since it's so early, it's not uncommon for students to bring breakfast to class. Yesterday, though, one of the students in class actually took a bite of their breakfast, then proceeded to volunteer an answer to a question - complete with a mouth full of food.

Cut to this afternoon - this same person is in my Evidence class.

(Quick sidebar: in my experience, most people don't volunteer to answer questions without having an answer - in fact, most people that know (or have a good idea about) the answer choose not to respond.)

This particular person, so eager for those three participation points that probably aren't going to factor into our grades at all, volunteers to answer a question. Then, after the professor acknowledges this student (rather than the four others that also raised their hands), the student starts flipping through the textbook looking for the correct answer. (I can only compare this to the show "Jeopardy!", when people are trying so hard to get their buzzer to work that they ring in before actually figuring out the correct question.)

It's not like this particular person never gets a chance to speak in either class. Rather, this person volunteers answers on a regular (read: constant) basis. I'm thinking that the over-eagerness bit, though, has started to cross the border into "kind of sad and just a little bit pathetic" territory.

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Tuesday, March 20, 2007

with friends like these, who needs enemies?

So I have this class that prepares us for our summer clinical positions. Part of this class involves basic writing assignments with feedback. And, unlike many of the people that sit around me, I consistently receive good feedback on these assignments.

I was excitedly telling my friends about this one night last week - mostly because my lack of a boyfriend (to dictate every waking minute of my life outside of school) means that I have nothing else to drone on and on about. After talking about my semi-good fortune in this class, one of my friends pipes up, "Maybe you've finally found something in law school you're actually good at." (emphasis hers, not mine)

I didn't think about it at the time, but the more time that passes, the more I think I'm actually insulted by that. I'm (fairly) certain she didn't mean that to come out as catty as it did...but I'm starting to second-guess myself by wondering if certain friends of mine honestly think that I'm not fit to grace the same "hallowed" halls as them.

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Thursday, March 15, 2007

smackdown in buffalo




The irony behind all of this is that EVERY SINGLE ONE of VCU's players was recruited by former coach Jeff Capel, III. Who is Jeff Capel, you ask? Capel was one of Duke's best basketball players. Ever. (Per Wikipedia, he finished his career among Duke's all-time Top 10 in minutes played, three-point field goal percentages, three-point field goals, and assists.) He coached at VCU for four years before leaving last April for the University of Oklahoma.

There's probably also a good chance that they wouldn't have even made the tournament this year had they not beaten George Mason in the CAA finals. I'd hope that this would shut up every single analyst and bracketologist that spends months and months fellating the ACC (and all other major conferences, for that matter)...but I know it won't.

So for now, I'm going to smile and do a happy dance for my "frienemies" at VCU.

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So today, I came down with this horrible case of March Madness (cough cough) and couldn't bear to infect the rest of the law school population (cough). So I stayed home - never mind the fact that I woke up sometime after halftime of the first game today. And never mind the fact that none of my upsets have come through (although Davidson looked freakin' awesome in their game against Maryland).

All I know is that today, being awesome does not look like the inside of my T&E classroom, but looks more like this:

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Tuesday, March 13, 2007

he's just not that into you

Typically, I take the Justice Scalia approach to dating: if he's interested, he'll say so explicitly. You can't loosely construct a conversation to reach the conclusion that the sparks you're feeling are felt by that other person. But every now and then, I start to let my guard down and allow the "looks" and the flirtatious remarks to overpower my logical approach to the situation.

So when you feel a certain chemistry (for lack of a better term) with a person, and you're not sure which side of the "friends" line that chemistry falls on...do you follow your heart, which is telling you that you're not completely crazy, and that there's at least something there worth pursuing - and that you should just let him know that you want to get to know him better?

Or do you just say screw it, he's not worth all the time you've spent thinking about your personal dilemma, place this one squarely in the "friends" column, and either (a) force yourself to ignore the attraction, or (b) just avoid being anywhere near him altogether?

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Monday, March 12, 2007

indoor voices

Dear Ridiculously-Loud-Girl-in-the-Bathroom,

Look, I realize that you're so self-absorbed that you need to shout when you talk so that EVERYONE in the surrounding time zone pays attention to YOU. However, there's this thing called "acoustics". So when you shout while you're talking to your friend outside the stall waiting for you, everyone between here and Pittsburgh can hear you. And I think I speak for the residents of every city between Madison and Steel Town when I say this: no one cares.

Please shut up,


Sunday, March 11, 2007


As much as I may whine about it sometimes, I really do enjoy my alone-ness. There's something really liberating about not having to live my life as though it revolves around another person's schedule, no having to check "our" schedules to see if I can go out and do something "I" want to do, etc.

But tonight, I remembered the downside of the whole alone thing.

I got home from a wonderful night out with friends (the first night out in a while), and conveniently forgot that my parking lot is a sheet of ice. (You would think that I would've remembered, since it took me an hour and a half earlier today to dig my car out of said ice.) I'm happily strolling across the lot into my apartment when I slip on the black ice.

Like, cartoon character-style legs-over-head slip.

And then land with a crack - except this cracking wasn't the ice.

I can still feel my toes...but barely. There's this pain shooting up and down my leg right now, but it's not like a muscle pain or a bruise. It's more like someone's taking tiny needles and poking my bone really, really fast over a space of about six inches. And what sucks is that I can't get off the couch to go into the bathroom to get the peroxide to clean out the giant scrape on my elbow that also resulted from the aforementioned fall. (What's awesome is that I cut my elbow through a thick wool coat, a wool sweater, and a long-sleeved t-shirt.) And since it's 1:15 (2:15, depending on when it is we exactly spring forward tonight) on a Sunday morning, it's not like I have a lot of friends around that are free to, like, help me in case I pass out at some point in the night.

If I were in a lighter mood, I'd joke about how this is just further proof that I need to move back down south where it's warm. But...this really, really isn't funny. Rather, it's just me coming to the sad realization that maybe, just maybe, I can't do everything on my own.

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Thursday, March 08, 2007

better late than never?

My Prosecution professor informed us this morning that he'll have our syllabus ready for us next week. We've been in class for about 7 weeks now...and we have 6 weeks (and a day) left in the semester - so by the time this gets posted, we'll have a little over 5 weeks left. At this point, I think we'll be able to survive without it.

In other news, the SBA has finally started posting final "Pay for your Locker or be Evicted" notices on the lockers on those students that haven't paid their $55 locker fee this year. Again...5 weeks left before exams...they've been asking for this money since AUGUST. Just how badly do they really need this money if they don't start demanding it until it's about 27 weeks overdue? How about this - don't expect these students to pay until you guys actually start doing something worthwhile.

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Tuesday, March 06, 2007

need help; please send diet coke.

I realized this afternoon after I went into a selfish rage that, well, I've been on a shorter-than usual fuse lately.

So in my mind, I rewind to this past weekend. Specifically, the half hour I spent on Sunday afternoon scraping ice off of my car, only to realize that it was all for naught because I'm parked on a giant sheet of ice and all that happens when I step on the gas pedal is that my wheels spin. This spinning means that I haven't been able to get to a grocery store in over a week. Which means that my weekly supply of caffeinated beverages has sadly run out. Instead of my normal 5 sodas a day, I'm down to 2...maybe 2 sodas plus a coffee, depending on the day.

So if you see me between now and this weekend and I'm even less chipper than my normally disgruntled self, don't fret - I'm just going through serious caffeine withdrawal.

In other news, have I mentioned lately that I hate law school/Madison and can't wait to leave?

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Friday, March 02, 2007

i'll take "things i'd never thought i'd hear myself say" for $400, alex

As the snow continues to fall here in good old Mad City, I've started to come to a realization.

I want to move to Texas.

Why would anyone that has spent their whole life living dreaming of living in the northeast (or Chicago) ever even remotely consider moving to the Lone Star State?

Well...yeah, okay, my parents live there. More importantly, I'd like to think I could move back in with my parents and live relatively cheaply while I try to pay off my $160,000 in loans on a $35,000/year salary. And since on that salary I couldn't afford my Cubs games, I may as well be as far away as I can get to avoid the temptation of enjoying a sunny Saturday at Wrigley.

It's warm there most of the year. Today, my mother sent me yet another "hey, guess what - I got sunburned this week!" message - just her way of letting me know that she thinks it's hilarious that I'm stuck under a foot of snow loves me. Apparently.

And since I haven't mentioned it in a while...decent Mexican food. Edible Mexican food. Mexican food that was cooked by Mexicans that came across the border illegally a week ago - not a year ago. (And yes - only 27 days until I go to Texas for spring break, and Mexican food will be the first thing I eat after my grandparents go back to New York.)

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