Trick or Treat!

This afternoon the graduate housing sponsored a trick or treat event for kids from the local homeless shelter. My favorite was the very first group who came through. When asked what they were, this was the response:

"I'm a ladybug!"
"I'm a firefighter!"
"I'm a giraffe!"
"I'm - I'm - I'M a mighty christian warrior!!!!!!"

The last kid had a tin foil crown on that said "Mighty Warrior for Jesus Christ" and won the the award for most creative innovator. Granted, there wasn't actually a competition, but I gave him the prize and snuck 5 pieces of candy into his bag.

This is me: (reincarnated as a baby panda of course)

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Ben Folds Tickets

This morning tickets went on sale. While waiting in line to purchase some, I was inspired to write a poem to post on a friend's Facebook wall. This sums up my feelings entirely:

Ben Folds, Ben Folds, how I love you.
So much so I don't know what to do.
Oh WAIT! I know, I'll get up at seven
and go wait in line - OO! That'd be heaven.

But wait! there are others who had that idea too
So many of them that it's literally a zoo.
There are hundreds and hundreds of girls and of boys
They whine and they grumble and they make too much noise.

I wish they would die, these people in line.
Cuz then I'd move up, and that'd be just fine.
But for now they're still breathing and I'm still stuck waiting.
Now my plot is so dire, it's Ben Folds that I'm hating.

From the dry erase board in Room 121

Written in the corner of a completely clean dry erase board in my first class of the day:

"These are the times that try mens' souls!!!!"

Indeed.

Bye, Bye Fall Break

Fall Break is officially over. How do I know? I've been cooped up in my room for hours today doing work. Over break, I heard the "how do you like law school" question a million and a half times. My answer was always the same: "I like it a lot. The work isn't that bad, I actually have more free time than at Dartmouth. Except it's so frickin' intense. Everything you do has a heightened sense of importance and added stress levels about it."

Case in point: I'm reading for my legal writing class, a chapter on how to write a breif for the court. The introduction reads as follows "The briefs you write will be vital to your clients... Your brief-writing will be important to you as well... So write as if your practice depends on it, because it does." Once again reminding us that everything we do this year will affect us forever. And while I understand this exaggerates the passage a tad, it's really one of the lighter examples I have.

Welcome back, anxiety.

Fall Break Pix

"It's Naughty-Boy-O'clock!"
-Nicolle, after receiving a savory text message from Mr. Sanfrancisco and while Michelle was talking to her drunk ex on the phone in the other room

Merry Christmas

OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG!!!!!

I'm SOOOOO excited - BEN FOLDS is coming to Notre Dame in November!

HOLY FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!

Plus, I'm going home today! Today is motherfucking christmas in motherfucking october!

Welcome to NDame on game day.

Went for a walk this morning for a break from work and to get some breakfast. The following things reminded me that it was game day at Notre Dame:

* No less than three people stopped me to ask where they could find Jesus. (Touchdown Jesus, that is)
* I don't care where you were on campus - even if the very farthest corners where no people dare to walk - you could hear the sound of bagpipes
* At 9:30 in the morning men wearing nothing but speedos propositioned me to buy their brats
* The woman who is at least 60 years old and works at the counter of the campus Burger King had died her gray hair green
* For every four men I passed, at least one of them was throwing, catching, or carrying a football.

A baby chipmunk ran into my foot today while I was walking into class. I was so shocked and felt so guilty, I didn't even notice all the worms I stepped on and smeared all over my shoes. It was ridiculously gross.

This morning was all about how nature and I are completely out of sync.

This is sick....

BabyToupee


.... and yet i'm still kinda chuckling.

Oh, Biermann!

Got a blitz from Biermann last night about his one pitch stint on a friend's baseball team. He was subbing for his friend as a favor......

my first at bat:
i swing at a less-than-perfect pitch which hits off the bottom of the bat, the ball bounces right in front of the plate and hits me in the face

that's an out

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Robes

I went jogging around the lake today and part way around I saw a guy walking in what looked like a black or brown cloak. The immediate memory this brings back to me are the weird kids at Dartmouth who would wear dungeons and dragons type cloaks freshman year. The kind that were in Phi Tau, and not like likely to get laid anytime soon.

The closer I got to this cloaked figure however, the more I realized he wasn't the dungeons and dragons type. Rather he was a seminarian (one of the guys here to study to enter the priesthood). The funny thing about it was that the robes were likely going to keep him from getting laid anytime soon as well.

What's the deal with robes and celibacy?

ACLU = Death.

at the Legal Voices for Children and Youth meeting yesterday, the president (a guy named Ben) brought up an idea he had to go around and teach local kids about the constitution and civil liberties. he got the idea because he went to an 8th grade class for career day and asked the class if they knew who made the law. they voted unanimously that the police did.

anyway, so he suggests that this is a problem and maybe we could do something. In fact, he's pretty sure the ACLU puts out informational videos for kids on civil liberties.

Well, the meeting ended shortly thereafter because a class was starting in the same room. We didn't really get to finish the discussion. But after the meeting ended, Ben was approached by like 4 people (out of the 14 at the meeting) accusing him of making our organization too political and he's clearly sending the wrong message and he's going to alienate all of the conservatives who might want to help and on and on. all just by mentioning the word "ACLU" - I was shocked. what kind of whackjob school is this?!?!

I ran home to comfort myself by watching Bill Clinton on the Daily Show.

Randy

There's a slight problem on the home front with Miss Kitty. She and her bff, Randy (whom she describes as :"He's gayer than a 3 dollar bill!"), are getting to be quite sassy. I've noticed as of late that she is a lot sassier in conversation and ridiculously blunt even if the situation doesn't require it.

For example, she told me that about a week ago she turned to a gal she works with and said: "You know, you really have a bad mouth" - apparently meaning the girl is vulgar or something. The girl was offended and told others that she thought Miss Kitty hates her now. I probably would have been hurt had a woman I worked with said that to me, but more importantly, last night when Randy said at work "Now I've stuck at lot of things in my orifice, but that isn't one of them!", Miss Kitty just giggled and didn't feel the need to lecture him about the quality of his mouth.

So clearly she's got her favorites in this world, and sucks to be the people who aren't on that list. Thus far, she hasn't directly turned her new attitude on me, so I'm lucky. And in the mean time, I sure get a kick out of hearing how ornery she's being, but here's hoping she doesn't become ornery to me anytime soon.

Quote from my Criminal Law Prof.

I’ve been here a long time and there’s always a tendency to overreact after a loss like this. You’ve got to look at it like I do: [long pause] God let his people down.

-Tex Dutile-

Needless to say, we got our asses handed to us by Michigan this weekend. :(

It's Official

Paige's Announcement

I am the only single girl in the world. (And for the record, that line was meant to be sung to the tune of "The Only Living Boy in NY")

It's cases like this....

....that make me wanna be a personal injury lawyer:

Criag's List Baiting

Apparently I'm supposed to hate this

First home game today - SOOOO much fun! Tailgating was crazy - looked more like a packed state fair than a college campus. And in the process I found out that I'm a little out of the loop when it comes to law school. Apparently, everyone's more or less hating it. Or at least doesn't like it all that much. We ran into a kid who Jack and Sarah knew and he's a 2L at chicago. He was wishing us luck and telling us not to worry that we hate law school, everyone 1L does. We all just kinda laughed it off and then went on our way. Walking away, I commented that I must be doing pretty good - I certainly don't hate law school. At the exact same time, both Sarah and Lynn responded "I Do!!' To which I inquired of everyone else: out of the 7 of us at the game, 2 of us don't hate law school, 2 do, and 3 strongly dislike it. I guess I'm ahead of the curve then.

Anyway, for visuals of the above mentioned people see pic below. (From L to R: Wendolyn, Lynn, Sarah, Jack, Jason, me)

I renew my allegiance to Saturday mornings.

This morning I woke up waaaaay to early (6:30) and had a stomachache. Then I started thinking about finals and that was enough to panic me out of bed. It’s my new favorite thing – whenever I’m only half paying attention this weird little gremlin (yes, that’s right, gremlin – what other animal form would finals come in?!?) pops in to my head and scares the crap out of me and makes me think I should be studying for exams that are 4 months away.

Anyway, that’s completely beside the point. My point is that I got out of bed and decided that now would be the perfect time to do laundry. So I head to the community center and realized that I don’t have the proper change to get quarters from the change machine. Next stop: the visitor parking lots. Even though it’s only 7 in the morning (and the game doesn’t start till 3:30), they are already filling up with tailgaters who want to get prime spots. 2 5’s and 1 10 later, I head back to the community center.

When I get to the laundry room, I find I’m no longer alone. Meet Joan Claire – a 2L from Portland who is very friendly. Before she leaves, she offers me her Civil Procedure study guide and gets my mail box so she can leave it in there for me. A study guide is a book published by an independent company (there are several of them) that is supposed to be a comprehensive guide to your law school courses. They run about 30 bucks each, and I’ve decided that it would probably be best not to use them unless I’m completely lost. But hell, I’m not going to turn down a free one.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: early morning people are hands down the nicest people you’ll ever meet.