How has no one posted anything on their blogs in the last 3 hours?!? My google reader subscribes to more than 20 blogs! Come on people, I need help while I sit here and panic for a half hour before my Fed Tax final.

Fed Tax & Full Moons

Fed Tax final tomorrow. Filling head with useless tax junk today. Excited for the biggest-in-15-years full moon tonight. But I probably won't get to enjoy it for long (due to the aforementioned final), so if you get a chance, enjoy it for me!

Appropriate Lyrics for Today:

On Your Porch, by the Format:

"'Cause whats left to lose?
I've done enough,
And if I fail then I fail but I gave it a shot,
'Cause these last three years I know they have been hard,
But now it's time to get out of the desert and into the sun,
Even if it's alone."

Happy finals period, everyone!

Musical Entertainment for Today

Thanks, LaurenCady.

Stir Crazy

Yesterday it snowed all. day. LONG. Which, in theory, makes for a perfect time for me to try and figure out what the heck Fed Tax is all about. (T - 6 days till that nightmare of a final.) In reality, I found all sorts of things to entertain myself for at least 10 minutes of each hour I worked on Fed Tax. In no particular order...

1. National Buy a Book by a Black Author and Give It to Somebody Not Black: a snarky idea created by Carlene Brice mocking the fact that authors are still segregated by race in literature categories; "It might not be easy to actually get them [white people] to read it. Beverly mentioned that her friends were a little scared of the Ebonics they expected to find. But that's why your favorite African American authors really, really need your help. You, who they know and trust, can explain to white friends, neighbors, coworkers, classmates that there are books without Ebonics, and that books by black authors are much like any other book."

2. Brothers and Sisters: nothing says "I don't want to study!" like picking up a new TV show on DVD to watch.

3. Domestication: in the last 24 hours, I've cooked a casserole; cleaned dishes not once, not twice, but three times; went grocery shopping; and made my bed (something I only do when I have to impress a visitor or have nothing else to waste my time on)

4. (This didn't actually occur, but finally drew my attention to all the things I was doing to waste time...) Moving: this weekend, my dad and his fiancé, Sherry, are moving into their recently purchased Bed and Breakfast conveniently located about 30 miles from ND. I told my dad on no uncertain terms would I have any time to help them due to finals. And yet, around 3 o'clock yesterday, I got to thinking, I wonder if they need any help over there...

5. Blogging: in the time it took me to write this post, I wonder how much Fed Tax I might have read?

Oh, ye of little faith.

Thursday I had a meeting for the entire journal staff to basically update them on where the journal is at and what will happen next semester. We've seen a lot of successes this year:

* Issue 1 (of 3) got out in record time.
* We have more than enough pages for Issue 2, and we still have articles pouring in (literally) everyday to be considered for Issue 2.
* We started editing half of our Issue 2 articles during fall semester for the first time in at least five years.

We have also had our fair share of problems (threatened lawsuits, VERY sloppy editing that *almost* caused Christina to tell me where I could shove the journal ;>, etc.) that we had to address in the meeting. But on the whole, I think we are in very good shape. (Knock on wood.)

The good prognosis caused me to push up our spring production schedule so that we would send the third and final issue to the printers on the last day of March. When the journal's production manager caught wind of this change after the meeting, he made sure to tell me that he "feared" for "my own sanity."

Um, have you met me? Nothing else is more certain than the following: If a person (especially a male person) expresses any sort of concern for my impetuousness, all of the following three things happen:
(a) Heads roll;
(b) I dig my heels in and refuse to budge; and
(c) Heads roll.

Now this production manager and I have a bet going, with the terms still to be decided. This journal WILL be finished by March 31!!!!

My Little Corner of the World

What do you send in a care package to a person who is going to Iraq in a week? So far this is all I've got:

(Also, there WILL be cookies, Lil Hamilton, no worries. The good kind, too.)

Proposition 8

Surprised I haven't had a "offensively liberal" post about Proposition 8 yet? So am I. Well, here you go: (Jack Black plays Jesus, it doesn't get more offensively liberal.)

See more Jack Black videos at Funny or Die

My Enneagram Personality

It should surprise no one...

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Blogger Karma

While halfway through reading about Dinkeneh's most recent vocabulary list, my Federal Income Taxation professor must have realized what I was up to on my laptop because he called on me.

Blogger Karma is catching up with me. Apparently, the blog gods agree with the law school gods that "Thou shalt not check blogs during class."

Of course, once this particular professor tortures you by calling on you and making you answer a series of questions (whether or not you have any clue what he is talking about), he rarely ever comes back to you. You're off the hook for the rest of the lecture.



Hence why I'm posting a blog entry while still in said Federal Income Taxation class.

The Great Bagel Dupe.

The back story for this post is that my sister, Big Colle, has been dating the same dude (Mr. San Francisco) for 2 years, and they have been shopping for engagement rings many times over the last several months but he is taking his sweet time in proposing. So I, of course, hassle them about getting engaged at every opportunity.

The Great Bagel Dupe
Scene: Denver International Airport
Characters: Big Colle, Mr. San Francisco, Bagel

[Bagel gets out of security. Engages in obligatory awkward hello hugs and greetings. Bagel, Big Colle, and Mr. SF walk towards baggage claim]

Big Colle: Bagel isn't there something you wanted to look for?
[Bagel looks down at Big Colle's hand, sees a flicker on a ring on the left ring finger, and proceeds to throw a fit. I mean a FIT. Stomping and waving her fists around.]
Bagel: F! Holy F it all to hell! I meant to look at that damn hand first thing when I got out of security. Stupid F'ing Luck!!! [insert string of expletives, certainly not appropriate for a public place like an airport]
Big Colle: [after controlling her fit of giggles] Okay, now do you want to take a closer look? [holds up hand that is clad not in an engagement ring, but in a giant ring that is instantly recognizable as Miss Kitty's]

[Commence "The Beating." "The Beating" is where Bagel chases Big Colle all around the airport trying to beat Big Colle over the head with Bagel's winter hat, which has an appropriately hard metal buckle.]

Mr. SF, meanwhile, stands idly by, (a) disclaiming any knowledge of Bagel and Big Colle, (b) pretending he wasn't at all to blame for the Great Bagel Dupe so that he doesn't get beat over the head with aforementioned winter hat, and (c) wondering if he actually wants to marry into this family after all.

Grrrrr.... my sisters think they're so funny.