Tonight I thought I would try one of these very fun little bloggy-blog posts:
What I'm Doing:
Currently I am sitting in "Remedies" class listening to one of my all time fave professors go on about contract damages: general, specific, incidental, consequential.....there is a helluva lot of damages out there for those litigious souls. I read the stuff (about 60 pages), I took some notes, and I still have absolutely no idea what language the professor is speaking. I BELIEVE it is Yiddish. Or maybe Hungarian. Not really sure. How is it that I am currently a third year in law school and have no grasp on damages? That speaks volumes about the state of American legal education. A guy just called on and is struggling through a case about yachts and yacht rental and yacht use. He is not doing well...I would not do well, either...
What I'm Thinking:
I am praying I do not get called on by said favorite professor. I would hate to disappoint him. UGH. Such guilt. So silly, really. Again, you would think that by my third year, I would not feel the need to vomit at the thought of being called on to speak on a case.
What I'm Currently Watching:
Because I am taking 13 credit hours of class and working between 15 and 20 hours a week, I try to limit myself to certain TV shows. I ALWAYS watch (come rain, come shine, come snow, come sleet) "The West Wing." I am currently sporting (as all my buds know) a bit of a crush on Toby Ziegler, President Bartlet's illustrious Communications Director. He's dry, grumpy, and cynical...I heart him. This is evinced by the quote I currently have posted below my blog title. I also make it a point to watch "Cold Case." Beyond that, it is whatever I see when I flip through the channels when I am not studying. I am partial to old reruns of Law & Order, CSI, and Simpsons, as well as all the A&E crime shows I can find: City Confidential, American Justice, Cold Case (are we seeing a pattern here?).
What I'm Reading:
I just finished a crime novel called "Dark Eye," by William Bernhardt. Excellent, excellent. There is an alcoholic criminal behaviorist, a freaky murderer obsessed with the stories of Edgar Allen Poe, and an autistic detective-wannabe. What more could you want? I am now reading "The Human Stain" by Philip Roth. I recently finished "The Plot Against America," also by Roth, and I truly loved it. So, I thought I would give the former a try. The topic is fascinating: 60-ish Jewish college professor accused of racism by two of his students for using the word "spooks," his affair with a 30 year old cleaning woman, and his successful attempt at "passing" in White America.
Monday, January 31, 2005
Damn that cat...
He may have climbed out of his proverbial bag.
I told my friend Kel about this little piece of blog-dom I call my own. I don't know how I feel about that. Not that I think she will tell anyone because I know she won't. It is just strange. For me, this is a place for me to put my thoughts. But I don't really know why I feel the need to even put my thoughts anywhere at all.
I was never a diary girl...I didn't have the sweet little pink ruffly diary with the gold-painted key that I hid from my brother during elementary school, nor did I have the black and white flecked composition books where I kept the musings of junior high life, who I "hearted" that day and doodles of "Mrs. Kelly (fill in the blank)." I just lived.
I am not much for documenting life's events. I don't take pictures, I don't keep many mementos, and the only photo albums I have are my wedding album, because I am pretty sure there is a law that says that all married couples have a wedding album, as well as the scrapbooks my mom has made for me.
Now there is a woman who can do some serious scrapbooking...she scrapbooked before there was a scrapbook store on every corner and those damn, acid-free stickers at every WalTarKHobbyMart! She writes little journals and uses calligraphy and special background paper....I am sure there is a name for all that shit. Whatever it is, she knows it, and uses it. She is a scrapbooking machine.
Me? I keep my pictures in whatever will hold them: junk drawer, shoe box, fridge, trunk of my car, whatever. It is not that I don't appreciate the picture, or the person in the picture. In fact, I love the getting annual photos of my husband's boss's kids at Christmastime, or my second cousin's dogs playing in the snow........who wouldn't, right? It's just, well, it takes time, effort, creativity, and organization. All of which I have in varying degrees...but I choose to expend those qualities in the areas that matter to me, with the people who matter to me. I would rather spend my time with my family or my friends, rather than worrying about whether I will have a picture of that time. The more time I would spend behind a camera is less time I would be spending with them.
I guess what I am trying to say is, I am trying something new. I am entering a new phase in my life and would like to be able to look back on the events and emotions of this time. Whether people read it or not should not be my concern. I am not attempting to entertain. Instead, I am attempting to get a grasp on the world around me, and if people want to come along...well, rock on!
I told my friend Kel about this little piece of blog-dom I call my own. I don't know how I feel about that. Not that I think she will tell anyone because I know she won't. It is just strange. For me, this is a place for me to put my thoughts. But I don't really know why I feel the need to even put my thoughts anywhere at all.
I was never a diary girl...I didn't have the sweet little pink ruffly diary with the gold-painted key that I hid from my brother during elementary school, nor did I have the black and white flecked composition books where I kept the musings of junior high life, who I "hearted" that day and doodles of "Mrs. Kelly (fill in the blank)." I just lived.
I am not much for documenting life's events. I don't take pictures, I don't keep many mementos, and the only photo albums I have are my wedding album, because I am pretty sure there is a law that says that all married couples have a wedding album, as well as the scrapbooks my mom has made for me.
Now there is a woman who can do some serious scrapbooking...she scrapbooked before there was a scrapbook store on every corner and those damn, acid-free stickers at every WalTarKHobbyMart! She writes little journals and uses calligraphy and special background paper....I am sure there is a name for all that shit. Whatever it is, she knows it, and uses it. She is a scrapbooking machine.
Me? I keep my pictures in whatever will hold them: junk drawer, shoe box, fridge, trunk of my car, whatever. It is not that I don't appreciate the picture, or the person in the picture. In fact, I love the getting annual photos of my husband's boss's kids at Christmastime, or my second cousin's dogs playing in the snow........who wouldn't, right? It's just, well, it takes time, effort, creativity, and organization. All of which I have in varying degrees...but I choose to expend those qualities in the areas that matter to me, with the people who matter to me. I would rather spend my time with my family or my friends, rather than worrying about whether I will have a picture of that time. The more time I would spend behind a camera is less time I would be spending with them.
I guess what I am trying to say is, I am trying something new. I am entering a new phase in my life and would like to be able to look back on the events and emotions of this time. Whether people read it or not should not be my concern. I am not attempting to entertain. Instead, I am attempting to get a grasp on the world around me, and if people want to come along...well, rock on!
Day from Hell...and it is only 8:30 a.m.
Amazing....truly amazing.
I wake up at 5:30 and all is well...Bob & Tom is blaring in the bathroom where my husband is taking his shower....I actually get up on time, roll out of bed, and do all my normal morning rituals. I am pumped to wear a new outfit, I am wearing new Estee makeup, everything is right with the world.....and then all hell breaks loose.
Let's just say that it involves circuit breakers, sheets of ice, and the need to purchase a new desktop BECAUSE I FELL ON THAT ICE IN THE DARK DRIVEWAY WHILE CARRYING THE COMPUTER TOWER TO MY CAR AND THE COMPUTER FELL ON THE GROUND AND SHATTERED INTO A BUNCH OF PIECES.....
FUUUUUUUUUUCK.
oh, that is okay - i didn't want my 500 mp-3s or my taxes from last year or documents from the last FIVE YEARS.
I want to go back to bed.
I wake up at 5:30 and all is well...Bob & Tom is blaring in the bathroom where my husband is taking his shower....I actually get up on time, roll out of bed, and do all my normal morning rituals. I am pumped to wear a new outfit, I am wearing new Estee makeup, everything is right with the world.....and then all hell breaks loose.
Let's just say that it involves circuit breakers, sheets of ice, and the need to purchase a new desktop BECAUSE I FELL ON THAT ICE IN THE DARK DRIVEWAY WHILE CARRYING THE COMPUTER TOWER TO MY CAR AND THE COMPUTER FELL ON THE GROUND AND SHATTERED INTO A BUNCH OF PIECES.....
FUUUUUUUUUUCK.
oh, that is okay - i didn't want my 500 mp-3s or my taxes from last year or documents from the last FIVE YEARS.
I want to go back to bed.
Friday, January 28, 2005
Boredom at its most mindnumbing.
I am currently a law clerk at a small firm in a small town. I have done this since my 1L summer. I have always had plenty to keep me busy..............until now. I blame the creation of this blog on my current lack of duties. I mean, I don't like being swamped or anything, but it is really bad when I am begging the paralegal to give me something.....anything....to do. What do I get?
"Here, the boss gave me a list of cases and statutes to download."
Sweet! I can do that! "Does he want Lexis? West? Where does he want it saved?"
I was like that annoying little dog jumping over the big dog. So very excited to have something to do to pass the time. AND Westlaw points - BONUS!
Turns out this list was four pages long.
It took me 20 minutes.................................back to Bejeweled.
Oh - but I did get 5 bonus points!
"Here, the boss gave me a list of cases and statutes to download."
Sweet! I can do that! "Does he want Lexis? West? Where does he want it saved?"
I was like that annoying little dog jumping over the big dog. So very excited to have something to do to pass the time. AND Westlaw points - BONUS!
Turns out this list was four pages long.
It took me 20 minutes.................................back to Bejeweled.
Oh - but I did get 5 bonus points!
Wow...it's THIS easy?
I don't think I am going to tell anyone about this blog...at least for awhile...
I don't know if I am particularly witty or brilliant or erudite...but I have a lot going on in my brain and would like to put it somewhere.....so HERE I GO!
I don't know if I am particularly witty or brilliant or erudite...but I have a lot going on in my brain and would like to put it somewhere.....so HERE I GO!
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