I am DONE! donedonedonedonedone!
i have spent the day doing...not too much. lazing around, resting, blissfully giving my brain a rest.
in fact, writing is getting a little taxing right now. i'm going to take a shower and lay around in bed reading.
tomorrow will be spent cleaning and getting paperwork done and preparing for my 5-day boarding trip to lake tahoe this weekend (to my benefit, my dad seems to have gone snow-crazy this year and this is one of two trips we'll be taking, the next one in jan. to mammoth)....teehee.
Thursday, December 18, 2003
Wednesday, December 17, 2003
Tuesday, December 16, 2003
in a daze i flipped through my copy of One L , desperately seeking for some corroboration with the horror and nerve-wracking stress i have been experiencing lately. i found near the middle of the book a passage that i had underlined about two years ago when i first read it:
Correlations between exam success and worthwhile achievements in the practice of law are speculative at best. Until that connection is better established, the narrow and arbitrary nature of exams will continue to dictate a narrow and arbitrary means of selection for training for the bar. And that is a particular state of affairs for a profession and an education which claim to concern themselves with rationality and fairness.
Word.
Correlations between exam success and worthwhile achievements in the practice of law are speculative at best. Until that connection is better established, the narrow and arbitrary nature of exams will continue to dictate a narrow and arbitrary means of selection for training for the bar. And that is a particular state of affairs for a profession and an education which claim to concern themselves with rationality and fairness.
Word.
Monday, December 15, 2003
sadly ironic result of a quiz:
Athena
?? Which Of The Greek Gods Are You ??
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Athena
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my professors are sadists hellbent on sapping the last drop of humanity from my poor, starved soul.
whatever innocence or naivete i once possessed is now totally gone. i had heard that law school makes you a cynic, but i had not expected this.
How can I spend every waking hour studying for something and yet not even grasp the question they're asking?
Also, who the hell uses the word militate in a question??
whatever innocence or naivete i once possessed is now totally gone. i had heard that law school makes you a cynic, but i had not expected this.
How can I spend every waking hour studying for something and yet not even grasp the question they're asking?
Also, who the hell uses the word militate in a question??
Sunday, December 14, 2003
at the suggestion of a classmate, i have been reading belle de jour, the blog of a london call girl. she is so witty and hilarious!
Thursday, December 11, 2003
-Perfect- You're the perfect girlfriend. Which
means you're rare or that you cheated :P You're
the kind of chick that can hang out with your
boyfriend's friends and be silly. You don't
care about presents or about going to fancy
placed. Hell, just hang out. You're just happy
being around your boyfriend.
What Kind of Girlfriend Are You?
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Wednesday, December 10, 2003
Monday, December 08, 2003
*a dream deferred*
I can’t find the words to describe our friendship, but I think it is the color of a bright purple sky, who-knows-how-many- sunsets over the ocean
I think it would sound like hundreds of late night conversations, the distant roars of cars on a freeway just close enough to see in the distance, to remind you of civilization, but far enough for you to hear the invisible croaking of frogs in the grass,
I think it would taste like constant comment tea laced with an acid-infused sugar cube,
It would feel like eight years of laughter, warm summer nights, cold winter ones, the best and worst trip you ever had.
So, even though we won’t talk for awhile, I’m sure this isn’t the end of our friendship. Find it in yourself to get the hell over this, and call me when you do.
I can’t find the words to describe our friendship, but I think it is the color of a bright purple sky, who-knows-how-many- sunsets over the ocean
I think it would sound like hundreds of late night conversations, the distant roars of cars on a freeway just close enough to see in the distance, to remind you of civilization, but far enough for you to hear the invisible croaking of frogs in the grass,
I think it would taste like constant comment tea laced with an acid-infused sugar cube,
It would feel like eight years of laughter, warm summer nights, cold winter ones, the best and worst trip you ever had.
So, even though we won’t talk for awhile, I’m sure this isn’t the end of our friendship. Find it in yourself to get the hell over this, and call me when you do.
Sunday, December 07, 2003
Bad for me, good for Mat?
From The National Jurist:
A British Epidemiology researcher says law students are 30 percent more likely to die young than most other graduate students.
The study, reported in the Journal of the Royal Society of Medicine, followed 9,887 men who had health checkups while studying at Glasgow University between 1948 and 1968. The researchers concluded that people who had studied law had a 30 percent higher risk of death in the 40 years following graduation than students in other faculties.
Medical students were found to live longer than most other graduate students, despite the fact that they smoked more while in school than most other students—only law students smoked more. However, people who became doctors were twice as likely as other students to die from alcohol-related causes.
Only arts students had a higher risk of death than law students, and were especially likely to die from lung cancer. However, medical students were found to most likely die from accident, suicide or other violent means.
Not surprisingly, divinity students had the lowest blood pressure and were least likely to consume alcohol, but their risk of death was still 10 percent higher than medical students.
Who Will Die First?
1. Arts Students
2. Law Students
3. Divinity Students
4. Medical Students
5. Engineering Students
From The National Jurist:
A British Epidemiology researcher says law students are 30 percent more likely to die young than most other graduate students.
The study, reported in the Journal of the Royal Society of Medicine, followed 9,887 men who had health checkups while studying at Glasgow University between 1948 and 1968. The researchers concluded that people who had studied law had a 30 percent higher risk of death in the 40 years following graduation than students in other faculties.
Medical students were found to live longer than most other graduate students, despite the fact that they smoked more while in school than most other students—only law students smoked more. However, people who became doctors were twice as likely as other students to die from alcohol-related causes.
Only arts students had a higher risk of death than law students, and were especially likely to die from lung cancer. However, medical students were found to most likely die from accident, suicide or other violent means.
Not surprisingly, divinity students had the lowest blood pressure and were least likely to consume alcohol, but their risk of death was still 10 percent higher than medical students.
Who Will Die First?
1. Arts Students
2. Law Students
3. Divinity Students
4. Medical Students
5. Engineering Students
Saturday, December 06, 2003
My horoscope for today:
Enthusiasm for your career could have you putting in a lot of extra effort - and perhaps a lot of extra hours - getting something going for yourself, Karen. Your mind is working especially quickly - perhaps too quickly, as you may be experiencing a mental overload. Stop a moment, catch your breath, and write down the most workable of your ideas. Trying to do too much at once, or spread yourself too thin, could be counterproductive.
Enthusiasm for your career could have you putting in a lot of extra effort - and perhaps a lot of extra hours - getting something going for yourself, Karen. Your mind is working especially quickly - perhaps too quickly, as you may be experiencing a mental overload. Stop a moment, catch your breath, and write down the most workable of your ideas. Trying to do too much at once, or spread yourself too thin, could be counterproductive.
It's 6 am and my brain is full.
I work from 8-10 am though, so it is useless to try to sleep. Being too disoriented to study any longer, I can only sit and worry for the next two hours about how exactly I am going to repay $40,000 in loans should I fail out of law school this week.
Stress-induced delerium? Maybe. Whatever it is, I can't believe I'm studying my ass off, harder than I have ever studied before, to HOPE to get a C. Whatever illusions of intelligence i once had have been utterly crushed by two words: bell curve.
I believe I can name the people in my class who are getting A's...and I can point out the ones who are getting B's...and none of them is me, so all logic leads inexorably to my status as mediocre.
In a state of hopelessness, I went on emode to take an IQ test, and found that according to them, my IQ has dropped by 26 points. How encouraging.
I work from 8-10 am though, so it is useless to try to sleep. Being too disoriented to study any longer, I can only sit and worry for the next two hours about how exactly I am going to repay $40,000 in loans should I fail out of law school this week.
Stress-induced delerium? Maybe. Whatever it is, I can't believe I'm studying my ass off, harder than I have ever studied before, to HOPE to get a C. Whatever illusions of intelligence i once had have been utterly crushed by two words: bell curve.
I believe I can name the people in my class who are getting A's...and I can point out the ones who are getting B's...and none of them is me, so all logic leads inexorably to my status as mediocre.
In a state of hopelessness, I went on emode to take an IQ test, and found that according to them, my IQ has dropped by 26 points. How encouraging.
Thursday, December 04, 2003
From the book The Lexus and the Olive Tree:
Pepsi's "Come alive with the Pepsi Generation" was translated into Chinese as "Pepsi brings your ancestors back from the grave."
Frank Perdue's chicken slogan "It takes a strong man to make a tender chicken" was translated into Spanish as "It takes an aroused man to make a chicken affectionate."
The Coca-Cola name in China was first read as "Ke-kou-ke-la," meaning "Bite the wax tadpole" or "female horse stuffed with wax," depending on the dialect. Coke then researched 40,000 characters to find a phonetic equivalent, "ko-kou-ko-le," translating into "happiness in the mouth."
When the Parker Pen people marketed a ballpoint pen in Mexico, the ads were supposed to have read, "It won't leak in your pocket and embarrass you." Instead mistranslation resulted in the ad reading, "It won't leak in your pocket and make you pregnant."
-from a list of Ten Great Global Marketing Mistakes, published in the Sarasota Herald-Tribune, January 19, 1998
Thanks Mark! :)
Pepsi's "Come alive with the Pepsi Generation" was translated into Chinese as "Pepsi brings your ancestors back from the grave."
Frank Perdue's chicken slogan "It takes a strong man to make a tender chicken" was translated into Spanish as "It takes an aroused man to make a chicken affectionate."
The Coca-Cola name in China was first read as "Ke-kou-ke-la," meaning "Bite the wax tadpole" or "female horse stuffed with wax," depending on the dialect. Coke then researched 40,000 characters to find a phonetic equivalent, "ko-kou-ko-le," translating into "happiness in the mouth."
When the Parker Pen people marketed a ballpoint pen in Mexico, the ads were supposed to have read, "It won't leak in your pocket and embarrass you." Instead mistranslation resulted in the ad reading, "It won't leak in your pocket and make you pregnant."
-from a list of Ten Great Global Marketing Mistakes, published in the Sarasota Herald-Tribune, January 19, 1998
Thanks Mark! :)
Friday, November 28, 2003
Wednesday, November 26, 2003
Just in time for Thanksgiving Day.....
SEDGEFIELD, England, Nov 21 (Reuters) - U.S. President George W. Bush said on Friday Turkey was now a battleground in the war on global terrorism and offered U.S. help following a wave of suicide bombings in Istanbul.
"Terrorists have decided to use Turkey as a front," Bush told reporters as he toured a sports school during a trip to British Prime Minister Tony Blair's home district, his last stop on a state visit to England.
Next week's headline: Bush gets speech mixed up with Whitehouse dinner menu
SEDGEFIELD, England, Nov 21 (Reuters) - U.S. President George W. Bush said on Friday Turkey was now a battleground in the war on global terrorism and offered U.S. help following a wave of suicide bombings in Istanbul.
"Terrorists have decided to use Turkey as a front," Bush told reporters as he toured a sports school during a trip to British Prime Minister Tony Blair's home district, his last stop on a state visit to England.
Next week's headline: Bush gets speech mixed up with Whitehouse dinner menu
Monday, November 24, 2003
My dreams mock me...
No, this dream isn't about the future, but it's just as weird.
I dreamt i was reciting the precise definition of profit-a-prendre. It's some legal term.
I had no recollection of ever learning this term, but i suppose at one point i must have read it, since when i woke up i was curious and looked up "profit-a-prendre" and found that the definition was precisely what i had recited in my dream!
I found this out right when i woke up. As i went on with my day i found that i could no longer remember even how to spell profit-a-prendre....this leads me to believe that subconsciously, i know much more than i do when i am awake. this is kind of disturbing.
why can't i remember these things when i need to? is it the stress? is the large cold sore on my chin sapping me of my legal knowledge? why IS there a cold sore on my chin? will it spread? is it contagious? eek!
i am degenerating into a festering sore, devoid of all knowledge of legal terminology.
No, this dream isn't about the future, but it's just as weird.
I dreamt i was reciting the precise definition of profit-a-prendre. It's some legal term.
I had no recollection of ever learning this term, but i suppose at one point i must have read it, since when i woke up i was curious and looked up "profit-a-prendre" and found that the definition was precisely what i had recited in my dream!
I found this out right when i woke up. As i went on with my day i found that i could no longer remember even how to spell profit-a-prendre....this leads me to believe that subconsciously, i know much more than i do when i am awake. this is kind of disturbing.
why can't i remember these things when i need to? is it the stress? is the large cold sore on my chin sapping me of my legal knowledge? why IS there a cold sore on my chin? will it spread? is it contagious? eek!
i am degenerating into a festering sore, devoid of all knowledge of legal terminology.
Friday, November 21, 2003
Thursday, November 20, 2003
I especially love that the prosecutor's name is Popov....
Man Dies After Winning Vodka-Drinking Contest
MOSCOW (Reuters) - A vodka-drinking competition in a southern Russian town ended in tragedy with the winner dead and several runners-up in intensive care.
"The competition lasted 30, perhaps 40 minutes and the winner downed three half-liter bottles. He was taken home by taxi but died within 20 minutes," said Roman Popov, a prosecutor pursuing the case in the town of Volgodonsk.
"Five contestants ended up in intensive care. Those not in hospital turned up the next day, ostensibly for another drink."
Popov said the director of the shop organizing this month's contest had been charged with manslaughter. He had offered 10 liters of vodka to the competitor drinking the most in the shortest time.
Russians drink the equivalent of 15 liters of pure alcohol per head annually, one of the highest rates in the world. Some experts estimate one in seven Russians is an alcoholic.
Man Dies After Winning Vodka-Drinking Contest
MOSCOW (Reuters) - A vodka-drinking competition in a southern Russian town ended in tragedy with the winner dead and several runners-up in intensive care.
"The competition lasted 30, perhaps 40 minutes and the winner downed three half-liter bottles. He was taken home by taxi but died within 20 minutes," said Roman Popov, a prosecutor pursuing the case in the town of Volgodonsk.
"Five contestants ended up in intensive care. Those not in hospital turned up the next day, ostensibly for another drink."
Popov said the director of the shop organizing this month's contest had been charged with manslaughter. He had offered 10 liters of vodka to the competitor drinking the most in the shortest time.
Russians drink the equivalent of 15 liters of pure alcohol per head annually, one of the highest rates in the world. Some experts estimate one in seven Russians is an alcoholic.
Wednesday, November 19, 2003
Some of the demands Bush's security detail made for his recent visit to England:
In the name of Bush's safety, the Secret Service requested that the London Underground, the provider of transportation to millions daily, be closed down. American snipers and special agents traveling with Bush were to be given diplomatic immunity in the event that they should kill any of the expected 100,000 protesters. An artillery weapon called the "mini gun," normally used in battlefield conditions, was to be flown in in case it was deemed necessary to mow down protesters en masse. Vast sections of the city were to be closed to all traffic, forcing the closure of untold hundreds of businesses. Americans were to be placed in charge of all security operations, ahead of the British Scotland Yard, the MI5, the Metropolitan police, and Blair's own security detail. And U.S. fighter jets and Blackhawk attack helicopters, armed with surface-to-ground missiles and high-powered machine guns, were to secure the skies over London. All of this in addition to flying in not only Bush's own presidential limousine, but in fact his own motorcade. No foreign cars for our President – only a custom-imported procession of Humvees would do.
Excerpted from Alternet. click here for full article
In the name of Bush's safety, the Secret Service requested that the London Underground, the provider of transportation to millions daily, be closed down. American snipers and special agents traveling with Bush were to be given diplomatic immunity in the event that they should kill any of the expected 100,000 protesters. An artillery weapon called the "mini gun," normally used in battlefield conditions, was to be flown in in case it was deemed necessary to mow down protesters en masse. Vast sections of the city were to be closed to all traffic, forcing the closure of untold hundreds of businesses. Americans were to be placed in charge of all security operations, ahead of the British Scotland Yard, the MI5, the Metropolitan police, and Blair's own security detail. And U.S. fighter jets and Blackhawk attack helicopters, armed with surface-to-ground missiles and high-powered machine guns, were to secure the skies over London. All of this in addition to flying in not only Bush's own presidential limousine, but in fact his own motorcade. No foreign cars for our President – only a custom-imported procession of Humvees would do.
Excerpted from Alternet. click here for full article
Monday, November 17, 2003
Tuesday, November 11, 2003
What health insurance?
I am one of 43.6 million Americans who do not have health insurance. I cannot possibly afford it, given my paltry student loans, and my previous employer's COBRA would cost me $350 a month (my CAR PAYMENT is $344 a month).
18,000 Americans will die prematurely this year due to lack of healthcare.
The United States is the only industrialized country without some form of universal healthcare for its citizens.
Most of the 43 million are working adults. 12 million of them have children.
Congress just passed an $87 BILLION package for the continued occupation of Iran and Afghanistan. That's enough to pay every single uninsured American $2023.25.
Sometimes I wish I lived in France.
I am one of 43.6 million Americans who do not have health insurance. I cannot possibly afford it, given my paltry student loans, and my previous employer's COBRA would cost me $350 a month (my CAR PAYMENT is $344 a month).
18,000 Americans will die prematurely this year due to lack of healthcare.
The United States is the only industrialized country without some form of universal healthcare for its citizens.
Most of the 43 million are working adults. 12 million of them have children.
Congress just passed an $87 BILLION package for the continued occupation of Iran and Afghanistan. That's enough to pay every single uninsured American $2023.25.
Sometimes I wish I lived in France.
Monday, November 10, 2003
Friday, November 07, 2003
Monday, November 03, 2003
Summer Dreams
It's not even winter, and I'm already dreaming of summer...
This summer looks very prominsing indeed. I will be studying abroad, but where oh where should I go? Here are my options:
1. Summer At Sea with Pitt Law: A 2-month cruise on a ship-turned-classroom. Ports of call: Vancouver, Canada ·Sitka, US (Alaska) ·Vladivoskok, Russia · Pusan, Korea ·Shanghai, P.R.C. ·Haiphong (Hanoi), Vietnam ·Keelung, Taiwan · Osaka, Japan · Seattle, US. Price: $6,000.00, includes cruise, classes, 6 units of law school credit, and food. Considering that my school charges $1000 a unit, this program costs exactly the same as if I were to sit on my ass in San Diego and take boring summer school. Factoring in transportation and spending money, this trip will probably cost $10,000.
2. Santa Clara Law Study Abroad in Hong Kong: Another 2 month program. This one offers one month of law study in Hong Kong and a one month internship in an HK or Singapore firm. 7 units of credit. Will cost around $10,000 also. The advantage of this program is that I'll be able to spend more time in one place, and get practical work experience. Also, if I go to HK, I plan on taking time before or after to tour Asia, so I'll still end up seeing different cities.
3. If all else fails, I can always go with my school to Florence and Dublin. 2 months, 9-12 units, counts toward my GPA, but costs $16,000.
Choices, choices....
It's not even winter, and I'm already dreaming of summer...
This summer looks very prominsing indeed. I will be studying abroad, but where oh where should I go? Here are my options:
1. Summer At Sea with Pitt Law: A 2-month cruise on a ship-turned-classroom. Ports of call: Vancouver, Canada ·Sitka, US (Alaska) ·Vladivoskok, Russia · Pusan, Korea ·Shanghai, P.R.C. ·Haiphong (Hanoi), Vietnam ·Keelung, Taiwan · Osaka, Japan · Seattle, US. Price: $6,000.00, includes cruise, classes, 6 units of law school credit, and food. Considering that my school charges $1000 a unit, this program costs exactly the same as if I were to sit on my ass in San Diego and take boring summer school. Factoring in transportation and spending money, this trip will probably cost $10,000.
2. Santa Clara Law Study Abroad in Hong Kong: Another 2 month program. This one offers one month of law study in Hong Kong and a one month internship in an HK or Singapore firm. 7 units of credit. Will cost around $10,000 also. The advantage of this program is that I'll be able to spend more time in one place, and get practical work experience. Also, if I go to HK, I plan on taking time before or after to tour Asia, so I'll still end up seeing different cities.
3. If all else fails, I can always go with my school to Florence and Dublin. 2 months, 9-12 units, counts toward my GPA, but costs $16,000.
Choices, choices....
Your Sexual Power Animal is a Penguin!
Choosy, selective, and monogamous.
Not only are you picky when it comes to sex.
You tend to stick with the same partner for a long time
And since you're so picky, it takes a lot to get you
Once you're impressed, then you'll put out
What's Your Sexual Power Animal?
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Thursday, October 30, 2003
Drunkenness and Debauchery
It's the day before Halloween, yet I have already run around fucked up out of my mind, in a naughty schoolgirl outfit, twice. I do not plan to dress up tomorrow, lest someone remember me by my uncharacteristically outrageous behavior last weekend. It's all a little hazy, but I think that this weekend, I:
1. Bit the large fake boob of a large guy dressed in drag (also as a naughty schoolgirl)
2. Kissed someone....this someone being female...this kiss having been caught, twice, on camera
3. Slapped the naked butt of a man dressed only in a skimpy loincloth and thong (also caught on camera)
4. Ran around the SD sports arena with my shirt completely unbuttoned
5. Was dropped by drunken Tim from a height of almost six feet, then body-slammed as he toppled onto me
In conclusion, I think I have pre-partied enough for Halloween, and predict an evening of demureness and witty, non-drunken conversation tomorrow.
Oh, who am I kidding. Look out for the drunken schoolgirl.
It's the day before Halloween, yet I have already run around fucked up out of my mind, in a naughty schoolgirl outfit, twice. I do not plan to dress up tomorrow, lest someone remember me by my uncharacteristically outrageous behavior last weekend. It's all a little hazy, but I think that this weekend, I:
1. Bit the large fake boob of a large guy dressed in drag (also as a naughty schoolgirl)
2. Kissed someone....this someone being female...this kiss having been caught, twice, on camera
3. Slapped the naked butt of a man dressed only in a skimpy loincloth and thong (also caught on camera)
4. Ran around the SD sports arena with my shirt completely unbuttoned
5. Was dropped by drunken Tim from a height of almost six feet, then body-slammed as he toppled onto me
In conclusion, I think I have pre-partied enough for Halloween, and predict an evening of demureness and witty, non-drunken conversation tomorrow.
Oh, who am I kidding. Look out for the drunken schoolgirl.
Wednesday, October 15, 2003
Thou shalt not annoy the hell out of thy neighbor
Sometimes when I type in the address to my blog wrong (when I input “blogpsot” instead of “blogspot”), I am taken to “Aaron’s Bible,” a mega-site of fundamentalist Christian material. It’s invasive and rude, and very unwelcome. Does this happen to anyone else? How low of them…the site even has pop-ups telling me to change my homepage to theirs!
Well, their underhanded tactics have worked to some degree…I was reading through the site today. You know what really irks me? When people lament that the world is descending into a moral abyss, and that our sexual morals are getting worse and worse as time goes by.
News flash, you tunnel-vision nincompoops: humans have been a depraved, sexually deviant, promiscuous lot from the beginning. Just read Petronius’s The Satyricon (written during Roman times...the time of Christ) or any of the works of the Marquis de Sade (17th & 18th century pervert). Socrates was gay. The Bible itself is full of stories of lust and adultery.
IMHO, one cannot blame the bad things that happen in life on something as ambiguous as “declining morality.” I think, rather, we as a society have an increasing sense of prudishness.
Aaron’s Bible says that declining sexual morals proves that a Biblical prophecy has been fulfilled—more proof that the world will indeed end very soon and we should all mark Aaron’s Bible as our homepage.
I should learn how to type more accurately.
Sometimes when I type in the address to my blog wrong (when I input “blogpsot” instead of “blogspot”), I am taken to “Aaron’s Bible,” a mega-site of fundamentalist Christian material. It’s invasive and rude, and very unwelcome. Does this happen to anyone else? How low of them…the site even has pop-ups telling me to change my homepage to theirs!
Well, their underhanded tactics have worked to some degree…I was reading through the site today. You know what really irks me? When people lament that the world is descending into a moral abyss, and that our sexual morals are getting worse and worse as time goes by.
News flash, you tunnel-vision nincompoops: humans have been a depraved, sexually deviant, promiscuous lot from the beginning. Just read Petronius’s The Satyricon (written during Roman times...the time of Christ) or any of the works of the Marquis de Sade (17th & 18th century pervert). Socrates was gay. The Bible itself is full of stories of lust and adultery.
IMHO, one cannot blame the bad things that happen in life on something as ambiguous as “declining morality.” I think, rather, we as a society have an increasing sense of prudishness.
Aaron’s Bible says that declining sexual morals proves that a Biblical prophecy has been fulfilled—more proof that the world will indeed end very soon and we should all mark Aaron’s Bible as our homepage.
I should learn how to type more accurately.
Monday, October 13, 2003
Sunday, October 05, 2003
Thursday, September 25, 2003
Wednesday, September 24, 2003
My job at the library circulation desk is pretty boring...but pretty funny. All I have to say is, watch out, people, cuz librarians talk SHIT. I was rifling through a pile of papers on the front desk today and found, hidden in plain sight, a list of stupid things people have asked the reference librarian. Talk about bitter....
Sunday, September 21, 2003
Each year, Project Censored lists the top 25 underreported news stories...
Click:
Project Censored - Home
I was especially surprised by #1. I never even new the PNAC existed before today. Very scary.
Click:
Project Censored - Home
I was especially surprised by #1. I never even new the PNAC existed before today. Very scary.
Monday, September 15, 2003
LOL
I just received this notice from the Southwest Center for Asian Pacific American Law regarding internships. I cut and pasted it...this is a direct quote:
Worker’s Rights (WR) Program
This WR Program will educate high students who are or will be wage earners about their rights in the work place...
I just received this notice from the Southwest Center for Asian Pacific American Law regarding internships. I cut and pasted it...this is a direct quote:
Worker’s Rights (WR) Program
This WR Program will educate high students who are or will be wage earners about their rights in the work place...
Thursday, September 04, 2003
Moore v. Regents of University of California
Supreme Court of California (1991)
This really sucks:
Moore goes to UCLA medical center to seek treatment for hairy-call leukemia, and the doctors tell him that he needs to have his spleen removed or he will die. Moore agrees, and they remove his spleen. What the doctors don't tell Moore is that his cells are unique and worth a LOT of money.
So, Moore undergoes seven years of follow-up procedures and testing, giving additional tissue samples, believing that all this is important to his treatment. UCLA ends up isolating a cell line from Moore's cells, patents the cell line, receives hundreds of thousands of dollars in funding. The cell line has a projected worth in the billions of dollars.
Of course Moore sues. The case goes all the way to the Supreme Court of California. And guess what? They ruled that Moore could not sue for conversion of property. He could not reap any benefits from the cell line that UCLA had profited from. But he could sue for breach of fiduciary duty...but that is hard to prove and it still doesn't mean he gets any of the profits.
Sometimes, the cases I study are so unfair.
Supreme Court of California (1991)
This really sucks:
Moore goes to UCLA medical center to seek treatment for hairy-call leukemia, and the doctors tell him that he needs to have his spleen removed or he will die. Moore agrees, and they remove his spleen. What the doctors don't tell Moore is that his cells are unique and worth a LOT of money.
So, Moore undergoes seven years of follow-up procedures and testing, giving additional tissue samples, believing that all this is important to his treatment. UCLA ends up isolating a cell line from Moore's cells, patents the cell line, receives hundreds of thousands of dollars in funding. The cell line has a projected worth in the billions of dollars.
Of course Moore sues. The case goes all the way to the Supreme Court of California. And guess what? They ruled that Moore could not sue for conversion of property. He could not reap any benefits from the cell line that UCLA had profited from. But he could sue for breach of fiduciary duty...but that is hard to prove and it still doesn't mean he gets any of the profits.
Sometimes, the cases I study are so unfair.
Guerilla Warfare
hey guys, go to www.onetermpresident.org and download fliers and stencils. i am planning on posting the fliers on campus. how about a synchronized campaign?
hey guys, go to www.onetermpresident.org and download fliers and stencils. i am planning on posting the fliers on campus. how about a synchronized campaign?
Sunday, August 31, 2003
Friday, August 29, 2003
One-L
Okay, first week is over. Already, I am a hundered times the nerd I was.
I am a catholic schoolgirl, i carry around 30 pounds of gear with me wherever i go (half laptop and accessories, half overburdening law books), i use my highlighter so often that i have it easily accessible and visible on the outside of my purse (one step away from pocket protector, see), i am getting paler and pastier by the second, and--this is the clincher--i work not just in the library, but the computer lab of the library.
yes, the joys of law school.
on a lighter note, these people seem to be alcoholics. all of the student events seem to involve unlimited free alcohol, and in one case, topless pudding wrestling. it's like college all over again, but with bigger books and more debt!
Okay, first week is over. Already, I am a hundered times the nerd I was.
I am a catholic schoolgirl, i carry around 30 pounds of gear with me wherever i go (half laptop and accessories, half overburdening law books), i use my highlighter so often that i have it easily accessible and visible on the outside of my purse (one step away from pocket protector, see), i am getting paler and pastier by the second, and--this is the clincher--i work not just in the library, but the computer lab of the library.
yes, the joys of law school.
on a lighter note, these people seem to be alcoholics. all of the student events seem to involve unlimited free alcohol, and in one case, topless pudding wrestling. it's like college all over again, but with bigger books and more debt!
Monday, August 25, 2003
The end of my first day of law school. What have I learned today?
1) I can walk from the door of my apartment to the door of my first class in ten minutes flat
2) My new monster of a laptop, impressively powerful as it is, is very, very heavy...perhaps prohibitively so.
3) Class is boring (big surprise here)
1) I can walk from the door of my apartment to the door of my first class in ten minutes flat
2) My new monster of a laptop, impressively powerful as it is, is very, very heavy...perhaps prohibitively so.
3) Class is boring (big surprise here)
Wednesday, August 06, 2003
FREE BURRITO!
(With the purchase of a large drink)....
Actually, it's a "Bare Burrito" so it has no tortilla, but it's still damn good. The drink is $2.14 and comes in a cool plastic sports cup. The burrito is delicious and if you pile enough pico de gallo on it, will last you two meals. AND this coupon lasts till September 22! Click on the link below and email yourself the coupon. I've been there 2 days in a row...yummy.
FREE BURRITO FROM BAJA FRESH
(With the purchase of a large drink)....
Actually, it's a "Bare Burrito" so it has no tortilla, but it's still damn good. The drink is $2.14 and comes in a cool plastic sports cup. The burrito is delicious and if you pile enough pico de gallo on it, will last you two meals. AND this coupon lasts till September 22! Click on the link below and email yourself the coupon. I've been there 2 days in a row...yummy.
FREE BURRITO FROM BAJA FRESH
Monday, August 04, 2003
Sleeptalking
The other day, I was trying to wake Tim up, and he cussed me out while still asleep, calling me "fucking piece of shit" and telling me to go into the closet and stay there.
I was left dumbfounded, staring open-mouthed and utterly incapable of exacting revenge, since he was, as previously mentioned, fast asleep.
I guess this is retribution for the times I've cussed people out in my sleep. Last year, I allegedly responded to a question asked me while I was asleep by snapping "What the fuck does it matter?"
When I was in Vegas (asleep) and Mat was talking in the morning, I told him to shut the fuck up, twice.
I think this is a very interesting phenomenon. Someone should do a study about the frequency and ease with which profanities are slung around when the person doing the slinging is asleep and threatened with the prospect of being woken up. I suppose at that halfway point between consciousness and slumber, the most primal part of us awakens and all socially instilled manners are thrown out the window, ergo the frequent use of the word "fuck."
Or maybe I'm just a fucking grouch in the morning.
The other day, I was trying to wake Tim up, and he cussed me out while still asleep, calling me "fucking piece of shit" and telling me to go into the closet and stay there.
I was left dumbfounded, staring open-mouthed and utterly incapable of exacting revenge, since he was, as previously mentioned, fast asleep.
I guess this is retribution for the times I've cussed people out in my sleep. Last year, I allegedly responded to a question asked me while I was asleep by snapping "What the fuck does it matter?"
When I was in Vegas (asleep) and Mat was talking in the morning, I told him to shut the fuck up, twice.
I think this is a very interesting phenomenon. Someone should do a study about the frequency and ease with which profanities are slung around when the person doing the slinging is asleep and threatened with the prospect of being woken up. I suppose at that halfway point between consciousness and slumber, the most primal part of us awakens and all socially instilled manners are thrown out the window, ergo the frequent use of the word "fuck."
Or maybe I'm just a fucking grouch in the morning.
Friday, July 18, 2003
Re-entry
"Re-entry" is a term describing the period of adjustment, often accompanied by depression, after one returns from a long vacation, when one tries to get a grip on returning to the "real" word. Re-entry sucks.
I have returned from my month-long european escapade #3, and am faced with....nothing.
I don't have a home, and all my stuff is in boxes stored in my parent's garage and in Tim's room. So now, I sit around all day while Tim is at work and slink from couch to room to bed, listlessly sifting through piles of men's magazines and listening to my stomach growl while watching the food network, thinking, "This is how housecats must feel."
Highlights of the day include: staring at the fishtank, feeding the turtles, cooking instant noodles, and picking the scab off of the behemoth of a cold sore that is currently dominating half of my lower lip.
Occasionally, I go outside to look at the raincouds that literally seem to hang over my head. It's been unbearably gloomy since I returned, as if the world wanted to remind me just how mundane real life can be.
I have been communicating via email with some future classmates of mine re: housing options, and it looks like I'll be meeting some of them soon to decide if I want to share apartments with them for the rest of the year.
On the brighter side, this next month will probably be one of the last times I get to truly relax for a long, long time, so i had better get used to, and start liking, doing nothing all day, because I am sure I'm going to miss this a month from now.
"Re-entry" is a term describing the period of adjustment, often accompanied by depression, after one returns from a long vacation, when one tries to get a grip on returning to the "real" word. Re-entry sucks.
I have returned from my month-long european escapade #3, and am faced with....nothing.
I don't have a home, and all my stuff is in boxes stored in my parent's garage and in Tim's room. So now, I sit around all day while Tim is at work and slink from couch to room to bed, listlessly sifting through piles of men's magazines and listening to my stomach growl while watching the food network, thinking, "This is how housecats must feel."
Highlights of the day include: staring at the fishtank, feeding the turtles, cooking instant noodles, and picking the scab off of the behemoth of a cold sore that is currently dominating half of my lower lip.
Occasionally, I go outside to look at the raincouds that literally seem to hang over my head. It's been unbearably gloomy since I returned, as if the world wanted to remind me just how mundane real life can be.
I have been communicating via email with some future classmates of mine re: housing options, and it looks like I'll be meeting some of them soon to decide if I want to share apartments with them for the rest of the year.
On the brighter side, this next month will probably be one of the last times I get to truly relax for a long, long time, so i had better get used to, and start liking, doing nothing all day, because I am sure I'm going to miss this a month from now.
Saturday, June 21, 2003
Greetings from Amsterdam...
my god, it's great to be home. i arrived yesterday after almost two days of missed flights and standby and airport bathrooms, but i made it! here i am, in the land of legal weed and bland food.
those who went to amsterdam with me in the past will be VERY surprised to hear that i tried the McKroket at Mc Donald's...and liked it! it kind of tastes like pulverized salisbury steak in a kroket with gravy and mayo.
i am going to take a bike tour and visit museums today. no, really, i am.
last night, we walked around the red light district and stared at the prostitutes in the windows...always eye-opening experience. i am staying at the globe again, in the same nasty, no-ventilation room i always end up in, but i am strangely fond of the place.
my god, it's great to be home. i arrived yesterday after almost two days of missed flights and standby and airport bathrooms, but i made it! here i am, in the land of legal weed and bland food.
those who went to amsterdam with me in the past will be VERY surprised to hear that i tried the McKroket at Mc Donald's...and liked it! it kind of tastes like pulverized salisbury steak in a kroket with gravy and mayo.
i am going to take a bike tour and visit museums today. no, really, i am.
last night, we walked around the red light district and stared at the prostitutes in the windows...always eye-opening experience. i am staying at the globe again, in the same nasty, no-ventilation room i always end up in, but i am strangely fond of the place.
Tuesday, June 17, 2003
Another Chapter Ended…
Today is my last day at work, and the end of my two years of confused wandering in the work world, and in about two months, the beginning of three years of law school. But it’s been a hell of a two years, and impressive on my resume even if a lot of it sounds much better than it really was. I learned a lot about what I like and dislike in a working environment—experience that is priceless, given how naïve I was when I graduated from college.
In the past two years, I have traveled to: Paris (twice), Amsterdam (twice), Lyon, Marseilles, Rome, Venice, Florence, Prague, Vienna, Siena, Barcelona, Riomaggiore, and Hawaii. I learned just as much travelling as I did working full time—something for those of you who have time to travel to really think about, since I only spent about 7-8 weeks travelling these two years, as opposed to the whole rest of the time working at least 40 hours a week. I think that it’s not a matter of not being able to afford to travel—I sincerely believe that we can’t afford not to travel. I can spend the rest of my life making money, but it will not be until I retire that I will have this much time on my hands to see the world.
So, off I go again, three weeks to wander around Europe. I wish I could have gone to Asia, but the SARS thing seems to have abated too late for me to change my plans. In 48 hours, I will be landing home…in Amsterdam. I cannot wait.
Today is my last day at work, and the end of my two years of confused wandering in the work world, and in about two months, the beginning of three years of law school. But it’s been a hell of a two years, and impressive on my resume even if a lot of it sounds much better than it really was. I learned a lot about what I like and dislike in a working environment—experience that is priceless, given how naïve I was when I graduated from college.
In the past two years, I have traveled to: Paris (twice), Amsterdam (twice), Lyon, Marseilles, Rome, Venice, Florence, Prague, Vienna, Siena, Barcelona, Riomaggiore, and Hawaii. I learned just as much travelling as I did working full time—something for those of you who have time to travel to really think about, since I only spent about 7-8 weeks travelling these two years, as opposed to the whole rest of the time working at least 40 hours a week. I think that it’s not a matter of not being able to afford to travel—I sincerely believe that we can’t afford not to travel. I can spend the rest of my life making money, but it will not be until I retire that I will have this much time on my hands to see the world.
So, off I go again, three weeks to wander around Europe. I wish I could have gone to Asia, but the SARS thing seems to have abated too late for me to change my plans. In 48 hours, I will be landing home…in Amsterdam. I cannot wait.
Tuesday, June 03, 2003
this is what i sometimes see when i go to sleep:
two graphic nightmares about murdered children:
the police discovered the bodies in a field of golden wheat. it was a mother and child, carefully arranged so it looked like the child was sleeping peacefully in her mother's arms. but when i got closer, i could see that they were dead...that thousands of small lacerations had been cut all over their bodies. to illustrate this point further, the next scene is of a naked body in the lotus position but standing on its head in a waving field of wheat, the blue cloudless sky in the background. the skin is visibly dead and decaying..taking on a greyish hue. the lacerations are red, a few inches each in length, covering the entire body.
the police had been searching the lake for the bodies...suddenly, a cloud of ash appeared beneath the water--something was coming up from the bottom. the light gray body of a child appears, bobbing up and down, eyes open, vacant and staring directly at me. i can see the blue veins underneath the skin. another cloud appears underneath the water, and i watch in dread as another small child comes up. these children were a small boy and a girl, but i can't remember which one appeared first. what i do remember is that the end of my dream is an extreme close-up of the girl's gray-blue lips, which are trembling like she's trying to tell me something.
two graphic nightmares about murdered children:
the police discovered the bodies in a field of golden wheat. it was a mother and child, carefully arranged so it looked like the child was sleeping peacefully in her mother's arms. but when i got closer, i could see that they were dead...that thousands of small lacerations had been cut all over their bodies. to illustrate this point further, the next scene is of a naked body in the lotus position but standing on its head in a waving field of wheat, the blue cloudless sky in the background. the skin is visibly dead and decaying..taking on a greyish hue. the lacerations are red, a few inches each in length, covering the entire body.
the police had been searching the lake for the bodies...suddenly, a cloud of ash appeared beneath the water--something was coming up from the bottom. the light gray body of a child appears, bobbing up and down, eyes open, vacant and staring directly at me. i can see the blue veins underneath the skin. another cloud appears underneath the water, and i watch in dread as another small child comes up. these children were a small boy and a girl, but i can't remember which one appeared first. what i do remember is that the end of my dream is an extreme close-up of the girl's gray-blue lips, which are trembling like she's trying to tell me something.
Saturday, May 31, 2003
On Dreams....
it happened again. i dreamt something and it came true.
this time, i had written down my dream (on May 4, 2003), complete with sketches, and left the paper in Tim's desk. Tim was with me on May 24, exactly 20 days later, when the things i dreamt came true. So now, I have written proof, a witness to my written proof, and a witness to the actual events. As for the details of the dream..call me for an explanation.
It is undeniable now that I really do dream about events that will happen in the future. This comes as no big surprise to me, since it has been happening since i was a little kid, but I am still very disturbed, as I have had more precognitive dreams this past year than all the past true-dream instances of my life combined. Poor Tim is completely freaked, and i do not blame him.
Here is what I dreamt last night:
I was in a coffeeshop in Amsterdam...I thought I had walked into the rastaman shop where I usually hung out the last two times I went to Amsterdam, but I guess they had remodeled the place since it was darker and there was a big wooden bar/counter. There was a round wooden table with several chairs near the bar, and against the wall there was a smaller wooden table with a black guy sitting there smoking. Tim and I were buying weed from the menu and comparing the different kinds. I bought some crazy mango or tropical flavored variety, and it smelled very fruity. We started talking to other people at the coffeeshop, and ended up sitting at the round table together. I had trouble finding rolling papers on the counter, but eventually found them, although they were strangely wider than usual.
I have no idea if this is ever going to happen, but if it does, then that would be very cool since I'll have more proof, although at this point I don't think I need any more proof.
What's really scaring me is that I have been dreaming about my dead relatives, in particular my mother. This deeply disturbs me because I have only dreamt of my mother twice in the six years since her death, but it is happening more frequently lately. These dreams are very clear, like the dreams I have that come true (I can usually tell if it's a precognitive dream by the clarity of the dream--precognitive ones are extra clear, if that makes any sense). And she keeps trying to say something to me, but I can't tell what it is.
it happened again. i dreamt something and it came true.
this time, i had written down my dream (on May 4, 2003), complete with sketches, and left the paper in Tim's desk. Tim was with me on May 24, exactly 20 days later, when the things i dreamt came true. So now, I have written proof, a witness to my written proof, and a witness to the actual events. As for the details of the dream..call me for an explanation.
It is undeniable now that I really do dream about events that will happen in the future. This comes as no big surprise to me, since it has been happening since i was a little kid, but I am still very disturbed, as I have had more precognitive dreams this past year than all the past true-dream instances of my life combined. Poor Tim is completely freaked, and i do not blame him.
Here is what I dreamt last night:
I was in a coffeeshop in Amsterdam...I thought I had walked into the rastaman shop where I usually hung out the last two times I went to Amsterdam, but I guess they had remodeled the place since it was darker and there was a big wooden bar/counter. There was a round wooden table with several chairs near the bar, and against the wall there was a smaller wooden table with a black guy sitting there smoking. Tim and I were buying weed from the menu and comparing the different kinds. I bought some crazy mango or tropical flavored variety, and it smelled very fruity. We started talking to other people at the coffeeshop, and ended up sitting at the round table together. I had trouble finding rolling papers on the counter, but eventually found them, although they were strangely wider than usual.
I have no idea if this is ever going to happen, but if it does, then that would be very cool since I'll have more proof, although at this point I don't think I need any more proof.
What's really scaring me is that I have been dreaming about my dead relatives, in particular my mother. This deeply disturbs me because I have only dreamt of my mother twice in the six years since her death, but it is happening more frequently lately. These dreams are very clear, like the dreams I have that come true (I can usually tell if it's a precognitive dream by the clarity of the dream--precognitive ones are extra clear, if that makes any sense). And she keeps trying to say something to me, but I can't tell what it is.
Friday, May 23, 2003
So nowadays, i work as a Regulatory Coordinator for First American. I'm a regulator, just like warren g! haha, i wish. i spend most of my time nodding off at my desk, the criminally horrible coffee unable to jolt me out of regulatory compliance coma. actually, it's not that bad. the job, i mean--the people are really cool and i have a nice big mahogany desk and a cushy leather chair that dwarfs me, making me look like a little kid. the coffee, sadly,is that bad.
oh, and i'm waitlisted at hastings and USC, but will probably still end up going to USD, since USC is too damned expensive and Hastings is too damned hilly and cold.
i am leaving for europe (yes, i am going to europe yet again) on the 18th of june. this time, i promise, i will not overdose on shrooms and wander out of the line to the van gogh museum to sit around in vondelpark. i found out, though, that the dollar has slipped to $1.17 to 1 euro--twenty cents more than last year!!!! everything will cost twenty percent more. war....what is it good for?
oh, and i'm waitlisted at hastings and USC, but will probably still end up going to USD, since USC is too damned expensive and Hastings is too damned hilly and cold.
i am leaving for europe (yes, i am going to europe yet again) on the 18th of june. this time, i promise, i will not overdose on shrooms and wander out of the line to the van gogh museum to sit around in vondelpark. i found out, though, that the dollar has slipped to $1.17 to 1 euro--twenty cents more than last year!!!! everything will cost twenty percent more. war....what is it good for?
my cat has been missing for a month. i am so distraugt. my father and sister live in denial, they keep saying that he'll come home any day now....only i have the presence of mind to think that maybe he's....dead. i can't believe he's gone. we have searched the animal shelters, and my dad even uploaded his picture online, to no avail.
meow, where are you?
meow, where are you?
Monday, April 28, 2003
Thursday, April 24, 2003
Tuesday, April 08, 2003
damn, i haven't written in almost a month, and what an eventful month it has been.
let's see...i was forced to resign at work (unfair!). but then again, i hated the place anyway, so i wasn't that sad that i was tanked, just worried that i'd not be able to make enough money to support myself. luckily, i'm working again after only a week off. during my week, i went to lawry's; spent three days in san diego, one of which was spent following a friend to law school classes at USD; relaxed in the sun and got a tan; went to the getty museum; and went snowboarding in mammoth (in that order).
so, while i was in a rather crummy mood last last friday, things turned out for the better. i have a very flexible work schedule, and i'm off at 4:00pm. it's boring, but hell, i only have a few more months to endure anyway. i'm planning on travelling this summer, but i do not know where or how exactly...need more adventure before i hit the books in august.
let's see...i was forced to resign at work (unfair!). but then again, i hated the place anyway, so i wasn't that sad that i was tanked, just worried that i'd not be able to make enough money to support myself. luckily, i'm working again after only a week off. during my week, i went to lawry's; spent three days in san diego, one of which was spent following a friend to law school classes at USD; relaxed in the sun and got a tan; went to the getty museum; and went snowboarding in mammoth (in that order).
so, while i was in a rather crummy mood last last friday, things turned out for the better. i have a very flexible work schedule, and i'm off at 4:00pm. it's boring, but hell, i only have a few more months to endure anyway. i'm planning on travelling this summer, but i do not know where or how exactly...need more adventure before i hit the books in august.
Monday, March 10, 2003
saturday, i went to a retro 90's club, where they played almost all 90's music, all night long (except for a most unwelcome intrusion by nelly and 50-cent). i don't know whether to be happy that a place exists where i can wiggle to all of my favorite music, blissfully free of flowing polyester shirts, cross-colours and pants "big enough to hide chickens in" (so my dad used to say), or sad that i'm now so old that the music of my youth is now considered retro. paperboy is not retro, it's good! they should have called it a good music club.
besides eminem, and outkast, i don't like any rap on the radio anymore. i find that it is devoid of the thoughtfulness that was evident in earlier rap. it has become egotistical without purpose...at least artists like tupac had a definite philosophy, and addressed social issues.
it seems i can't turn on the radio without hearing about someone's bling-bling and how nelly wants not one pair of shoes, but two. well, i don't give a fuck about nelly's shoes, and i think that one pair of the same damn shoes is enough for anybody. if you're going to condone excess, at least also encourage variety. would he be happier with twenty pairs of the same shoes than two? and what nexus could there possibly exist between a pair of shoes and air-force one? actually, run-dmc rapped about their adidas, and i have no problem with that, because the lyrics did not pick on people who did not have adidas--the adidas were an instrument that described rap culture, not a mechanism of separating the haves from the have-nots.
i'll stop ranting. i really don't like radio rap.
this just in:
Baby61212: i'm gettig really mad righ tnow because i'm writing about rap on my blog
Baby61212: rap sucks these days...
idlepimpin: WHAT ARE Y"OU TALKING ABOUT?
Baby61212: you LIKE contemporary rap?
idlepimpin: LIKE?!
idlepimpin: I GOT TWO WIRDS:
idlepimpin: FITTY CENT!!!
idlepimpin: YA HEARD?!
Baby61212: AAAAGH! i hate that guy!
Baby61212: i he slurs!
idlepimpin: HE:S SO WONDERFUL!
Baby61212: and he has no vocabulary.
idlepimpin: god's gift to women and audio enthusiasts!
Baby61212: omg
idlepimpin: what?! no vocab?!
Baby61212: or maybe he slurs so much i can't understand it
idlepimpin: "bub" "fuck" "sex" "drugs" "popov"
idlepimpin: "popov" <--- DUDE! he SPEAKS RUSSIAN!
Baby61212: and i don't like the word "wanksta"
Baby61212: what is a wanksta anyway?
idlepimpin: wanksta--- such an intuitive sense of lyricism and locution
idlepimpin: one can only be awed in wonder
Baby61212: i think he made it up becasue nothing else rhymes with gangsta
idlepimpin: hahaha
idlepimpin: dont be a hater
idlepimpin: you love him
idlepimpin: let's be fans together
besides eminem, and outkast, i don't like any rap on the radio anymore. i find that it is devoid of the thoughtfulness that was evident in earlier rap. it has become egotistical without purpose...at least artists like tupac had a definite philosophy, and addressed social issues.
it seems i can't turn on the radio without hearing about someone's bling-bling and how nelly wants not one pair of shoes, but two. well, i don't give a fuck about nelly's shoes, and i think that one pair of the same damn shoes is enough for anybody. if you're going to condone excess, at least also encourage variety. would he be happier with twenty pairs of the same shoes than two? and what nexus could there possibly exist between a pair of shoes and air-force one? actually, run-dmc rapped about their adidas, and i have no problem with that, because the lyrics did not pick on people who did not have adidas--the adidas were an instrument that described rap culture, not a mechanism of separating the haves from the have-nots.
i'll stop ranting. i really don't like radio rap.
this just in:
Baby61212: i'm gettig really mad righ tnow because i'm writing about rap on my blog
Baby61212: rap sucks these days...
idlepimpin: WHAT ARE Y"OU TALKING ABOUT?
Baby61212: you LIKE contemporary rap?
idlepimpin: LIKE?!
idlepimpin: I GOT TWO WIRDS:
idlepimpin: FITTY CENT!!!
idlepimpin: YA HEARD?!
Baby61212: AAAAGH! i hate that guy!
Baby61212: i he slurs!
idlepimpin: HE:S SO WONDERFUL!
Baby61212: and he has no vocabulary.
idlepimpin: god's gift to women and audio enthusiasts!
Baby61212: omg
idlepimpin: what?! no vocab?!
Baby61212: or maybe he slurs so much i can't understand it
idlepimpin: "bub" "fuck" "sex" "drugs" "popov"
idlepimpin: "popov" <--- DUDE! he SPEAKS RUSSIAN!
Baby61212: and i don't like the word "wanksta"
Baby61212: what is a wanksta anyway?
idlepimpin: wanksta--- such an intuitive sense of lyricism and locution
idlepimpin: one can only be awed in wonder
Baby61212: i think he made it up becasue nothing else rhymes with gangsta
idlepimpin: hahaha
idlepimpin: dont be a hater
idlepimpin: you love him
idlepimpin: let's be fans together
Saturday, March 01, 2003
sitting on the floor, drinking orange juice and watching the cars pass by on the street outside, framed by the leaves of my palm plant, Marley...
talking to my friends lately, noticed that everyone my age seems to be in the same predicament of uncertainty about their futures...i.e., we don't know where the hell we're going in life. everything is so foggy, and though i've laid before myself a path to follow, i have no way of knowing whether it will lead to fulfillment.
at the same time, for the past year or so, i've been finding myself stopping, while i'm sitting outside having a cig with my friends, driving along a long stretch of highway at night--or sitting here in my room, for example--to say to myself, "this is so beautiful," because i know that these are the years i will look back on when i'm older in nostalgia. i guess i'm realizing how good it is to be young, and how fast it's going to pass by.
i'm at a point in life where i'm past the innocence of childhood and the ignorance of adolescence, but still caught in the naivete of youth, yet endowed with enough knowledge to see that i am not yet in, but fast approaching, the steadiness of routine and obligations that may define the rest of my life. not that growing up is a bad thing--we all have to do it at one point or another--just that, well, maybe this uncertainty is good and beautiful in its own way. maybe i'm going to look back twenty years from now and wish that i still felt like i couldn't begin to guess what my life will be like in five years. every day presents itself a new path, and we all should feel lucky to be at a point where everything's so unpredictable.
i want to look back on my twenties and be able to say that i lived them balls out (yes, i know, i do not have balls), no holds barred, to the absolute fullest.
two things i've heard from older, wiser people:
1) if you believe you can or you can't, you're right
2) at the end of it all, you will only regret the things in life that you didn't do.
talking to my friends lately, noticed that everyone my age seems to be in the same predicament of uncertainty about their futures...i.e., we don't know where the hell we're going in life. everything is so foggy, and though i've laid before myself a path to follow, i have no way of knowing whether it will lead to fulfillment.
at the same time, for the past year or so, i've been finding myself stopping, while i'm sitting outside having a cig with my friends, driving along a long stretch of highway at night--or sitting here in my room, for example--to say to myself, "this is so beautiful," because i know that these are the years i will look back on when i'm older in nostalgia. i guess i'm realizing how good it is to be young, and how fast it's going to pass by.
i'm at a point in life where i'm past the innocence of childhood and the ignorance of adolescence, but still caught in the naivete of youth, yet endowed with enough knowledge to see that i am not yet in, but fast approaching, the steadiness of routine and obligations that may define the rest of my life. not that growing up is a bad thing--we all have to do it at one point or another--just that, well, maybe this uncertainty is good and beautiful in its own way. maybe i'm going to look back twenty years from now and wish that i still felt like i couldn't begin to guess what my life will be like in five years. every day presents itself a new path, and we all should feel lucky to be at a point where everything's so unpredictable.
i want to look back on my twenties and be able to say that i lived them balls out (yes, i know, i do not have balls), no holds barred, to the absolute fullest.
two things i've heard from older, wiser people:
1) if you believe you can or you can't, you're right
2) at the end of it all, you will only regret the things in life that you didn't do.
Friday, February 28, 2003
last week, i came across an awesome deal: brand new skechers skates, exactly my size, for $5.00 on ebay. i bought them envisioning how i'd skate joyously around the skate track at the huge park next to my apartment. when they arrived, i was happy to find out that they were, indeed, brand new and exactly my size--and hot pink wheels!
but it rained all week, and i have not been able to try them out until today, when i realized that i made one small oversight in my planning---i forgot to account for the fact that i have no sense of balance.
i was three feet from my starting point the first time i fell. i fell at least four times on the way to the park, two while in front of slowly moving cars, whose occupants were no doubt laughing hysteically at me. did i mention that i skate slower than i walk?
anyway, i never made it to the park, because i realized that i don't know how to stop or turn. and whenever i get scared, i leap (face first) into the nearest mound of grass or bush. this could pose some problems at the park, where people regularly ignore the "pick up after your dog" signs.
but i shall not give up--practice makes perfect! one day, i will skate smoothly and at a normal speed. and i will be able to stop at will. meanwhile, i'll just keep repeating that to myself.
hmmm.. i think i'll go have a beer.
but it rained all week, and i have not been able to try them out until today, when i realized that i made one small oversight in my planning---i forgot to account for the fact that i have no sense of balance.
i was three feet from my starting point the first time i fell. i fell at least four times on the way to the park, two while in front of slowly moving cars, whose occupants were no doubt laughing hysteically at me. did i mention that i skate slower than i walk?
anyway, i never made it to the park, because i realized that i don't know how to stop or turn. and whenever i get scared, i leap (face first) into the nearest mound of grass or bush. this could pose some problems at the park, where people regularly ignore the "pick up after your dog" signs.
but i shall not give up--practice makes perfect! one day, i will skate smoothly and at a normal speed. and i will be able to stop at will. meanwhile, i'll just keep repeating that to myself.
hmmm.. i think i'll go have a beer.
Tuesday, February 25, 2003
i went to vegas last weekend, and had my palm read in the indoor mall at Aladdin. The man told me, without my mentioning it to him, that i love to travel, and i like to write. he made the following predictions:
-a great travel opportunity will come forth in the next year or two, that will cause my career to take off.
-my career will go strong until i'm about 35, at which point it will thin out due to some sort of conflict, maybe with a co-worker. I'll either change careers or take an extended vacation, have kids, etc.
-i will marry an extremely, extremely powerful man.
-i will marry twice
-i will probably outlive my first husband.
-around the age of 50, i will come into a position of immense power, probably more power than i want or need. around that same time (and this might be what causes me to gain power), something really bad will happen to me that will hurt me very much, like the death of someone close to me (my first husband?).
-both of my marriages will be strong relationships
-i will not have any major health problems
-i will probably live to be 80 or 85
-i will have kids
-i should pursue a career that involves traveling
-i am a very passionate person
-i will do well in business and in a career that uses my creativity
-i am a good leader of people
-i have good intuition
-he kept reiterating that i will be very, very powerful, not only because of fate, but becasue deep down inside, i thirst for power.
whew. pretty detailed reading...i'm not sure what to make of it. i certainly hope i will take a great trip within the next year or two, but it would suck to outlive my first husband and have something horrible happen to me when i'm 50. i never really thought i was a powermonger, but who knows? i guess i should make a mental note to buy my first husband a fat life insurance policy, muahahahaha.....
-a great travel opportunity will come forth in the next year or two, that will cause my career to take off.
-my career will go strong until i'm about 35, at which point it will thin out due to some sort of conflict, maybe with a co-worker. I'll either change careers or take an extended vacation, have kids, etc.
-i will marry an extremely, extremely powerful man.
-i will marry twice
-i will probably outlive my first husband.
-around the age of 50, i will come into a position of immense power, probably more power than i want or need. around that same time (and this might be what causes me to gain power), something really bad will happen to me that will hurt me very much, like the death of someone close to me (my first husband?).
-both of my marriages will be strong relationships
-i will not have any major health problems
-i will probably live to be 80 or 85
-i will have kids
-i should pursue a career that involves traveling
-i am a very passionate person
-i will do well in business and in a career that uses my creativity
-i am a good leader of people
-i have good intuition
-he kept reiterating that i will be very, very powerful, not only because of fate, but becasue deep down inside, i thirst for power.
whew. pretty detailed reading...i'm not sure what to make of it. i certainly hope i will take a great trip within the next year or two, but it would suck to outlive my first husband and have something horrible happen to me when i'm 50. i never really thought i was a powermonger, but who knows? i guess i should make a mental note to buy my first husband a fat life insurance policy, muahahahaha.....
Wednesday, February 19, 2003
I received $70 worth of Lawry's certificates in the mail yesterday!!! Including the $20 certificate I got last week, that's $90.00! Oh, and amazing news--they have a special (until April) where you can get dinner for two for $75.00! This may seem like a lot to spend on dinner, but really, it's a pittance when you consider the amount of joy a really really really good meal brings into your life. Dinner for two includes a choice of entree (excluding the Jim Brady cut), spinning salad, dessert, coffee, and bottle of wine. That's like getting wine, coffee, and dessert for free! Do I seem overly enthusiastic? That's because I am!! Email me for the flyer if I haven't already accosted you with it. Come April: double Lawry's VIP points. So much for eating healthy.
Wednesday, February 12, 2003
Tuesday, February 11, 2003
crappy law school for free, or $90,000+ of debt and a degree from a good school? what if i don't even want to be a lawyer, and end up having to be one to pay back my enormous debt?
what's worse, the more i look into it, the more it seems i'll have to be sitting around on my ass for the most of the summer, waiting for news from schools. this really blows, since i want to travel this summer.
decisions, decisions...
what's worse, the more i look into it, the more it seems i'll have to be sitting around on my ass for the most of the summer, waiting for news from schools. this really blows, since i want to travel this summer.
decisions, decisions...
Sunday, February 02, 2003
Coupon Shopping victory of the week: $44.19 worth of groceries for $17.33!!!!
i'm scaring myself with my obsessive-compulsive tendencies lately. example: i bought these groceries by looking through the sunday newspaper, cutting the coupons out, organizing them into a list of dry, frozen, refrigerated, and miscellaneous (to maxmize efficiency so i didn't need to walk back and forth between aisles), then bringing this list to the grocery market, where i checked each item off as i bought it.
that isn't abnormal.. the abnormal part is that i did all of this at 5:30 AM on a sunday morning. the newspaper arrives at 4:30.
then again, this IS a very productive way to deal with insomnia.
I was never like this before. i think it all started with the time i tried to clean my closet. now everything's clean. my room is fucking SPOTLESS. i even have a feather duster.
god help me.
i'm scaring myself with my obsessive-compulsive tendencies lately. example: i bought these groceries by looking through the sunday newspaper, cutting the coupons out, organizing them into a list of dry, frozen, refrigerated, and miscellaneous (to maxmize efficiency so i didn't need to walk back and forth between aisles), then bringing this list to the grocery market, where i checked each item off as i bought it.
that isn't abnormal.. the abnormal part is that i did all of this at 5:30 AM on a sunday morning. the newspaper arrives at 4:30.
then again, this IS a very productive way to deal with insomnia.
I was never like this before. i think it all started with the time i tried to clean my closet. now everything's clean. my room is fucking SPOTLESS. i even have a feather duster.
god help me.
Thursday, January 23, 2003
i had an interesting discussion yesterday about whether we use morals as a cover-up for the fact that we actually always do what is in our own best interest.
por ejemplo, i'd like to think that i want to have a successful career because i want to be able to provide for my children the opportunities i lacked as a child. but doesn't that mean that i'd also live a pretty comfortable life? i don't even particularly like kids. are my morals just a sham to trick myself into believing that i'm less selfish than i really am? i'd like to believe otherwise.
where do morals come from? i used to think i knew the answer--that morals come from God. but now that i'm not so sure. if i create my own morals, then i am my own God, and that's scary because i don't know what the hell i'm doing. whatever happened to my faith? it's discouraging to think that something i used to believe so, so strongly, albeit blindly, i now question with such skepticism.
abliet? albeit? skepticism? scepticism? oh, nevermind....
por ejemplo, i'd like to think that i want to have a successful career because i want to be able to provide for my children the opportunities i lacked as a child. but doesn't that mean that i'd also live a pretty comfortable life? i don't even particularly like kids. are my morals just a sham to trick myself into believing that i'm less selfish than i really am? i'd like to believe otherwise.
where do morals come from? i used to think i knew the answer--that morals come from God. but now that i'm not so sure. if i create my own morals, then i am my own God, and that's scary because i don't know what the hell i'm doing. whatever happened to my faith? it's discouraging to think that something i used to believe so, so strongly, albeit blindly, i now question with such skepticism.
abliet? albeit? skepticism? scepticism? oh, nevermind....
Wednesday, January 22, 2003
i never thought i'd say this, but....i miss school. work is just so...dreary. i wonder if every job i ever have will be just as ploddingly routine. i guess that's what happens when you're forced to be somewhere for 8 hours a day when the sun is shining outside and you'd rather be anywhere but in a stuffy, flourescent-lit building. would i still hate work if i were forced to, say, write for 8 hours a day? actually, i probably would. i hated writing in college.
i drank 8 metropolitans on saturday night.
i drank 8 metropolitans on saturday night.
Thursday, January 16, 2003
i have a new additiction to add to my list, below Lawry's prime rib: Doubletree cookies!
lisa works at doubletree, where, bless them, every guest gets a fresh, warm cookie at check-in. lisa gets them for free and brings them home so she can watch me drool like a pavlovian fiend.
if left alone with a bunch, i will most likely consume until i die. don't rats do that with cocaine?
lisa works at doubletree, where, bless them, every guest gets a fresh, warm cookie at check-in. lisa gets them for free and brings them home so she can watch me drool like a pavlovian fiend.
if left alone with a bunch, i will most likely consume until i die. don't rats do that with cocaine?
on saturday, i, in my infinite wisdom, decided to apply to santa clara law school while still half-asleep. i proceeded to pay for my $60 application fee online, and right after hitting the "submit" button, i realized that i have a fucking FEE WAIVER for the school. now, i feel too stupid to ask for my money back, because in fact i lost the fee waiver and would need them to mail me another one. well, actually, i did call the school anonymously and said "i'm sorry but i accidentally paid for the application fee because i forgot my fee waiver, that i somehow lost. could you give me my $60 back?" the tone of the admissions director's voice indicated that she would put a big red "X" on my application should she ever disciver my identity...so i've decided to not request my fee waiver and take it all as a $60 lesson. dammit.
Wednesday, January 15, 2003
Sunday, January 12, 2003
Thursday, January 09, 2003
okay. time to write this down before i forget it, or convince myself it's not true:
On Saturday, September 14, 2002, I was in San Diego with my friend Nadia Richardson. Nadia and I spent the night at her friend Bettina's house. That night, I had a dream. It went like this:
I was in the back driver's side seat of a car or van, looking out the back window. The scenery was receding before me because I was moving backwards. I was passing through a bustling street, except something told me that this wasn't an ordinary street, and the people weren't ordinary people. Everything was bathed in a golden light, and the buildings looked like they had golden trees intervowen into the walls. The best way I can explain it is that it reminded me of Rivendell in The Lord of the Rings, except with cars and buildings. I was in awe of this place, but the people who were in the car with me (they were my friends in the dream, but I don't know them in real life) seemed nonchalant.
I wanted to take a picture of this place, so I reached into my backpack to grab my camera, but my camera was stuck on something inside my bag. Then, we passed through a tunnel that went through a mountain, so I couldn't take the picture.
When we emerged from the tunnel, I was sitting facing the front of the car. I looked behind me, and saw that the golden light from the strange land behind the mountain was filtering in through the clouds. It was beautiful. I looked to my left, and saw waves crashing against a cliff. The water was covered in strange green algae that covered the waves like a blanket.
This next part is not a dream.
When I woke from my dream, I was mesmerized, and stunned because I remembered it so clearly (I still do). I told Nadia and Bettina about my dream. I also told Sherry and Tim.
Now here comes the eerie part....
A month later, Tim and I were supposed to go on a week-long cruise to the Mexican Riviera. We bought our tickets, packed, everything. Two days before departure, a hurricane hit Cabo San Lucas, and our cruise was cancelled. We were, of course, totally bummed out...so we decided to take a vacation somewhere else instead. We ended up deciding on Hawaii.
While we were in Hawaii, we rented a car and drove into the middle of the island.
I was sitting in the front passenger seat.
It was sunset, and we were driving towards a mountain. I tried to take a picture, but my camera ran out of batteries, so I couldn't. We were traveling towards a mountain. I looked in front of me and the golden light was filtering in from behind the mountain, just like my dream. This was the exact same image that I saw in my dream. Then, I looked to my right and saw waves crashing against a cliff.
Then, we drove through a tunnel that went through the mountain.
I couldn't believe it. I barely do even now.
This has raised many questions for me.
Was I fated to miss my cruise and go to Hawaii by default?
Since everything happened in reverse in real life, the strange Rivendell-like land bathed in golden light was supposd to be at the other end of the mountain. But it wasn't.
I think it's especially strange that everythng I saw in my dream happened in reverse when I actually saw it in real life, like a mirror image. I have a theory, if a very farfetched one: you know how when you look at things, the image is actually projected upside down and mirror-image onto the back of your retina, but your brain turns the image right side up for you? Maybe that has something to do with the reverse order of reality to my dream, because I was not seeing with my eyes.
This is no joke. If I can find Nadia (we lost touch), I can prove it. Sherry and Tim have vague memories of me telling them about my dream before I went to Hawaii. I wish I would have written it down so I would have concrete proof.
Can anyone enlighten me on these very creepy events? This is by far the weirdest, most fascinating thing that has ever happened to me.
On Saturday, September 14, 2002, I was in San Diego with my friend Nadia Richardson. Nadia and I spent the night at her friend Bettina's house. That night, I had a dream. It went like this:
I was in the back driver's side seat of a car or van, looking out the back window. The scenery was receding before me because I was moving backwards. I was passing through a bustling street, except something told me that this wasn't an ordinary street, and the people weren't ordinary people. Everything was bathed in a golden light, and the buildings looked like they had golden trees intervowen into the walls. The best way I can explain it is that it reminded me of Rivendell in The Lord of the Rings, except with cars and buildings. I was in awe of this place, but the people who were in the car with me (they were my friends in the dream, but I don't know them in real life) seemed nonchalant.
I wanted to take a picture of this place, so I reached into my backpack to grab my camera, but my camera was stuck on something inside my bag. Then, we passed through a tunnel that went through a mountain, so I couldn't take the picture.
When we emerged from the tunnel, I was sitting facing the front of the car. I looked behind me, and saw that the golden light from the strange land behind the mountain was filtering in through the clouds. It was beautiful. I looked to my left, and saw waves crashing against a cliff. The water was covered in strange green algae that covered the waves like a blanket.
This next part is not a dream.
When I woke from my dream, I was mesmerized, and stunned because I remembered it so clearly (I still do). I told Nadia and Bettina about my dream. I also told Sherry and Tim.
Now here comes the eerie part....
A month later, Tim and I were supposed to go on a week-long cruise to the Mexican Riviera. We bought our tickets, packed, everything. Two days before departure, a hurricane hit Cabo San Lucas, and our cruise was cancelled. We were, of course, totally bummed out...so we decided to take a vacation somewhere else instead. We ended up deciding on Hawaii.
While we were in Hawaii, we rented a car and drove into the middle of the island.
I was sitting in the front passenger seat.
It was sunset, and we were driving towards a mountain. I tried to take a picture, but my camera ran out of batteries, so I couldn't. We were traveling towards a mountain. I looked in front of me and the golden light was filtering in from behind the mountain, just like my dream. This was the exact same image that I saw in my dream. Then, I looked to my right and saw waves crashing against a cliff.
Then, we drove through a tunnel that went through the mountain.
I couldn't believe it. I barely do even now.
This has raised many questions for me.
Was I fated to miss my cruise and go to Hawaii by default?
Since everything happened in reverse in real life, the strange Rivendell-like land bathed in golden light was supposd to be at the other end of the mountain. But it wasn't.
I think it's especially strange that everythng I saw in my dream happened in reverse when I actually saw it in real life, like a mirror image. I have a theory, if a very farfetched one: you know how when you look at things, the image is actually projected upside down and mirror-image onto the back of your retina, but your brain turns the image right side up for you? Maybe that has something to do with the reverse order of reality to my dream, because I was not seeing with my eyes.
This is no joke. If I can find Nadia (we lost touch), I can prove it. Sherry and Tim have vague memories of me telling them about my dream before I went to Hawaii. I wish I would have written it down so I would have concrete proof.
Can anyone enlighten me on these very creepy events? This is by far the weirdest, most fascinating thing that has ever happened to me.
Tuesday, January 07, 2003
Just when I thought that the LSACD (law school application CD) could torture me no more.....
I was playing around with it (since, goddammit, it was expensive, and I wanted to see what I paid for) and found a diaolical little part of the CD that calculates, based on your GPA and LSAT score, the probability that you will be accepted into certain schools.
Now, during my free time, I hunch over my computer looking up my chances and cringing at the results.
I was playing around with it (since, goddammit, it was expensive, and I wanted to see what I paid for) and found a diaolical little part of the CD that calculates, based on your GPA and LSAT score, the probability that you will be accepted into certain schools.
Now, during my free time, I hunch over my computer looking up my chances and cringing at the results.
Monday, January 06, 2003
Thursday, January 02, 2003
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