Who's got two thumbs and is done with finals?

THIS GUY!!

I'm it, had a fit, kissed a naked idiot.

Since Lo didn't call no give-backs, I thought about just tagging her back and giving five more little-known facts about her, but then I realized that she probably has just as much blackmail material on me, and less of a conscience to stop her from using it. It's one of the perks of being a big sister. So here are five little-known facts about me.

1) I used to run around the house in my underoos, cowboy boots and a dish towel for a cape pretending to be the bionic man. (I stopped doing that a year after graduating from BYU; it was really creeping my roommates out.)

2) When I was really young, I used to pull my hair out by the handfulls and eat it while I was asleep.

3) My favorite way to keep myself awake when I'm on road trips is by pulling nose hairs. If you can get the ones along the septum, and pull them nice and slow, it will wake you up in a big hurry. Plus it gives the cars you're driving past something to laugh about if they're watching you, because you really have to dig to get two fingers that far into your nose.

4) One of my buddies had me semi-convinced that I had travelled back in time four hours one night. He dragged it on for over 18 months before he told me the truth. But before he told me the truth, I had probably told over 200 people the story on at least 10 different occasions. (It's a very long story, and maybe fodder for a blog entry once I'm done with finals.)

5) Some day I'm going to try to get on Letterman's Stupid Human Tricks. My trick? I can fit 8 quarters up my nose at once.

One item of housekeeping. I've decided to adopt a rule my friend set on his blog (13 O'Clock) and declare that I will not permit the use of punctuation arranged in any way, shape or form to resemble a smiling, winking, tongue-sticking-out-ing, or otherwise cutsie human face. It's Mickey Mouse, and I don't like it, so I have decided to disallow it here. So make sure you don't do it here. I don't want to make fun of you for it, but I will if I have to.

One down, three to go.

First law school final is in the books. I think I did pretty well, but I'll reserve judgment until I see my report card.

OK, now I'm trying to re-post the picture from the last post and double check the html this time. If I don't screw it up, it should appear here:




So, the question now is, did it work?

Finals time

I call this photo "The Rule Against Perpetuities." That's about the most pleasant look I've had on my face lately. I used to think girls were complicated. They've got NOTHING on the RAP. If you come across it, be afraid. Be very, very afraid.

OK, mostly I wanted to kill the kidney stone talk. I never thought when I started this blog that the entry that would trigger the most activity would be a forum for mothers to talk about their kidney stones, child birth and what not.

Son of a...!!

So I have been working on that stupid resolution since sometime in September. Wouldn't you know it, as soon as I go public with it, something goes horribly, horribly wrong.

I got to Contracts this morning, pulled my pilfered highlighter and pilfered pen out of my pocket (not pilfered) to get ready to be studious. I tried to take some notes in the column of my Contracts case book, and guess what? My d-word pen wouldn't write because it blew up!! I think it only happened b/c I just went public with my goal yesterday. Fortunately it didn't get ink anywhere other than on my hand. Great way to start a week. So I had to sit there in class next to the guy who smells like pee (I've tried to be a good person and not rip on him for that fact, but I passed my tipping point last week. I'm really tired of having a stiff back and neck from leaning WAY to my right b/c he stinks so bad.) stewing in the fact that I failed in my resolution. CRAP!! Back to square one.

So now I have to figure out which other pen I want to make my project pen. I nabbed one off a table from someone trying to sell me something today, and it looks cool, but it doesn't write well. Grr... But rest assured, I will not be deterred (whoa, a rhyme! Let's see how far I can go with it...) though my efforts seem absurd, my goal will not be abjured. OK, that wasn't too far, but it was fun anyway.

But the good news was that the same table of people trying to sell me crap had highlighters. So I filled my pockets. My stockpile is officially up to 12, and I didn't pay for one of them! This Thursday is Barbri day, and they put tons out on the table. I'm going to hook myself up phat!!

New Year's resolution

OK, so my blog sucks. I frequently think about posting something, but most of the funny things that I think of day in day out are things that would only be funny to other law students. Translation: not funny at all, sometimes painfully not so. All that aside, I noticed that 152 people have viewed my profile. Who the hell are they? So far I've had my sister, her husband, one person not related to me and a blog spammer leave comments. Other than that, the only people that look are related to me. Pathetic. Anyway, on to the meat of what I have to say.

I'm of the opinion that New Year's resolutions suck. They're often tritely made with little to no intention of following through. --At least mine always were. So a long time ago I decided that the only New Year's resolution I would ever set would be not to write the wrong year on checks. I write approximately 15 checks a year now, so that isn't too tough. But I've decided to push myself and set a difficult, meaningful goal. I actually started on it back in September and have already failed, so I'm starting over now. Here it is:

During orientation week at the law school there were all kinds of organizations handing out free crap like water bottles, post it notes and what not. One group was handing out highlighters and pens. Good idea. The pen was just one of those cheap rollerball throw away kinds that Bic has deluged the earth with. Anyway, I was looking at it the other day and I realized that I don't think I have ever used one of those cheap Bic roller ball pens all the way to exhaustion. Bam!! New Year's resolution made. So my goal is to hang on to this pen I got from the New York State Bar Association until it is completely out of ink. I may retire before that happens, so this is not a flippantly made goal.

Not long after that idea occurred to me, I had an idea for another goal. Every Thursday, Barbri (a company that sells unbelievably expensive bar review classes; no lie, most people have to take a separate loan out to pay for the class, then a separate loan to pay the fee to take the bar. And then people wonder why attorneys are expensive...) has a table set up to get students to enroll in their classes. They have free pens and highlighters on the table, so I've been going by each week for the last few weeks and pilfering their supply of free highlighters. Last week I think I nabbed six. I'm going to try to get at least ten this week. But they only put out so many of them in the color I like. I figure I'm paying them a few thousand dollars for a review course, I'm entitled to a few hundred markers. My goal is to finish law school without ever having purchased a highlighter. That is a much more lofty goal than the one with the pen, as I use highlighters a lot more than pens. Sometimes I'm one of those dorks that reads a case, or article, highlighting the important parts, only to realize when I finish that I only left two or three lines un-highlit. I've burned through three highlighters so far.

So there are my goals. I'm going to use a Bic rollerball pen until it's completely dry, and I'm never going to buy a highlighter in law school. Nothing like meaningful, lofty goals, right?

Oh, and I should probably find some time go get out and date a little more. Maybe I'll leave that to be my 2007 resolution. I wouldn't want to rush things.

--A little more? All I would have to do is go on dates bi-annually and I would meet that goal at my current pace.

Jed Clampet

O.K., so I finally have something worth posting.

I was on my way back from lunch today with some friends. We ate Thai food, and I tried some duck curry, which was really good. I've never had duck that I enjoy before because the only duck I've ever eaten has been duck I shot. Really gamey and oily tasting, and there's nothing worse than biting down to find a steel BB that you missed while you were cleaning them. I commented that it was the first time I had eaten farmed duck, and that I don't like wild duck. One of my friends asked me if it was any good, which I told her it wasn't. She told me that maybe I wasn't cooking it right, to which I replied, "well, I did make some jerky out of it once that wasn't that bad..." Pretty much the whole car laughed at the same time, but the humor was lost on me. I didnt' think I had said anything funny. Then one of the girls commented that she loved hearing my statements like, "I made some jerky out of it once..." that you don't hear ever day in Albany, and they all laughed in approval. I was still confused, because as far as I was concerned, there wasn't anything unusual about what I said. It was another one of those realizations of how different of a culture it is out here. I'm gaining a reputation as being a country boy, which I'm not. But then again, by comparison to many of the people out here, I'm a regular Jed Clampet.

Gas < milk?

So gas fell from $3.40 a gallon at the station down the street to $3.09 overnight. Wow. That's the first drop in gas prices I've seen in months. Pretty soon gas might be cheaper than milk again. That's great because the Outback just doesn't perform as well on 2%. It prefers 85 octane much more. But my morning bowl of raisin bran might not wake me up as much as it has been lately. Milk doesn't get the ticker going quite like gasoline can.

Launch of The Dally News

So this is a meager beginning, but I will get some cool stuff up here, sometime. Until then, it will be a pitiful text only blog.