This is the second time I tried to record Reunion and it didn't work!
I very diligently read the manual to see how to set my VCR to record Reunion yesterday and thought it was all ready.
I turned on the VCR today ready to be thoroughly entertained after a hard week's studying and find out I didn't record the show!!!! ARGH!
The timer was programmed correctly. But I set it to record Channel 7, instead of Channel 12!!! ARGH!
Now I have an hour's worth of The Apprentice that is worth nothing to me! If I were Trump I'd fire myself! ARGH!
Friday, September 30, 2005
Poisen Preference
The sucky thing about living is disappointment.
That's why I'm a pessimist. I'm never disappointed. Always pleasantly surprised.
But actually, I'm learning that this may not be the best strategy. As a pessimist you live all day in dread and fear and then get pleasantly suprised for a moment. Is it better to live all day in sunshine and lollipops and then get your high hopes dashed in the end?
What's worse: living in perpetual gloom or getting your heart broken?
That's why I'm a pessimist. I'm never disappointed. Always pleasantly surprised.
But actually, I'm learning that this may not be the best strategy. As a pessimist you live all day in dread and fear and then get pleasantly suprised for a moment. Is it better to live all day in sunshine and lollipops and then get your high hopes dashed in the end?
What's worse: living in perpetual gloom or getting your heart broken?
The Agony and the Vanity
My white cotton socks have a half-dollar size spot of blood soaked into it.
I knew I shouldn't have worn those shoes to school.
Even before I put them on, I reminded myself of the pain the notorious pair gave me yesterday. But they made me look sooo good.
The minute I stepped out the door, I started to feel the painful scuffing on the back of my left heel. Should I go home and change?
But I was 5 minutes late already. And my apartment is 3 flights of stairs above. And these shoes make me look soooo good.
By the time I was halfway to class, the pain made me start to hallucinate. Stupid, desperate thoughts filled my mind. How can I stop this pain? Maybe I could gather the fallen leaves and stuff them into my shoe. Maybe I could stuff my white sweater into my shoe. Maybe I could stuff my pants into my shoe (so much for looking good).
When I was 75% of the way there, I actually stopped and tried to stuff my pants into my shoe. But I was pressed for time and couldn't make it happen properly.
I half limped/halfed hopped on my one good foot to class. Sat down, checked my heel, and gasped at the price I pay for vanity.
I knew I shouldn't have worn those shoes to school.
Even before I put them on, I reminded myself of the pain the notorious pair gave me yesterday. But they made me look sooo good.
The minute I stepped out the door, I started to feel the painful scuffing on the back of my left heel. Should I go home and change?
But I was 5 minutes late already. And my apartment is 3 flights of stairs above. And these shoes make me look soooo good.
By the time I was halfway to class, the pain made me start to hallucinate. Stupid, desperate thoughts filled my mind. How can I stop this pain? Maybe I could gather the fallen leaves and stuff them into my shoe. Maybe I could stuff my white sweater into my shoe. Maybe I could stuff my pants into my shoe (so much for looking good).
When I was 75% of the way there, I actually stopped and tried to stuff my pants into my shoe. But I was pressed for time and couldn't make it happen properly.
I half limped/halfed hopped on my one good foot to class. Sat down, checked my heel, and gasped at the price I pay for vanity.
Friday, September 23, 2005
Bring Back the Legwarmers!
I love the new show Reunion. Each episode takes you through another year in the life of 6 friends who just graduated highschool. That's 1986, 1987, 1988, etc., all the way to 2005.
Even though those kids graduated when I was only 6, it brings me back to my good ol' highschool days.
Ok...they actually weren't that great. But I miss the routine. I miss seeing all the same people. I miss my group of buds. I miss breakfast burritos.
And even if the show didn't have a twisty, edge-of-your-seat plot, it would be amusing for the fashion alone. I mean, who wears "the double-polo"? I thought that was just catalogue myth...but apparently it was popular in 1986.
Even though those kids graduated when I was only 6, it brings me back to my good ol' highschool days.
Ok...they actually weren't that great. But I miss the routine. I miss seeing all the same people. I miss my group of buds. I miss breakfast burritos.
And even if the show didn't have a twisty, edge-of-your-seat plot, it would be amusing for the fashion alone. I mean, who wears "the double-polo"? I thought that was just catalogue myth...but apparently it was popular in 1986.
Friday, September 16, 2005
1 in 25 Million
I saw some bizarre things on TV today.
Oprah did a special show on identical twins where one twin has a sex change. These are identical twins, mind you. Same DNA, same everything. So, why the big difference?
(Brenda and Bonnie were identical twins. Bonnie changed her name to Aidan and looks drastically different since taking testosterone pills.)
Scientists propose that the womb environment for twins can cause drastic differences. They may not get the same hormonal developments due to being squished in a smaller space, getting less blood, or any number of yet unstudied factors.
It was compelling how each of the ex-Janes felt about their identities. They felt like the other gender all their lives, starting from early childhood. They lived in a constant depressed state. Many were suicidal. No one wanted to accept the creeping suspicion that they had a gender disorder. Who would?
I was moved to near tears for the grief and isolation these ex-Janes felt for so long. The one choice that made them feel finally free and liberated was their sex change. One person likened her sex change to a cancer patient finally being free of cancer. "I just feel utter relief," she/he said.
How could anyone pass judgment on these ex-Janes? I can't and won't and thankfully don't have to.
Oprah did a special show on identical twins where one twin has a sex change. These are identical twins, mind you. Same DNA, same everything. So, why the big difference?
(Brenda and Bonnie were identical twins. Bonnie changed her name to Aidan and looks drastically different since taking testosterone pills.)
Scientists propose that the womb environment for twins can cause drastic differences. They may not get the same hormonal developments due to being squished in a smaller space, getting less blood, or any number of yet unstudied factors.
It was compelling how each of the ex-Janes felt about their identities. They felt like the other gender all their lives, starting from early childhood. They lived in a constant depressed state. Many were suicidal. No one wanted to accept the creeping suspicion that they had a gender disorder. Who would?
I was moved to near tears for the grief and isolation these ex-Janes felt for so long. The one choice that made them feel finally free and liberated was their sex change. One person likened her sex change to a cancer patient finally being free of cancer. "I just feel utter relief," she/he said.
How could anyone pass judgment on these ex-Janes? I can't and won't and thankfully don't have to.
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Arresting Humor
I love my new TVD series, "Arrested Development." It's so funny. You all owe it to yourselves to check it out.
I heard this hilarious quote yesterday, which was spoken by a main character in all honesty:
Lawyer is Latin for liar.
I know I shouldn't love lawyer jokes, considering where I'm headed. But it's funny!
I heard this hilarious quote yesterday, which was spoken by a main character in all honesty:
Lawyer is Latin for liar.
I know I shouldn't love lawyer jokes, considering where I'm headed. But it's funny!
Sunday, September 11, 2005
Fly me home, NOW!
In case people wonder how long it takes to adjust to moving far and away from the only life you've ever known...here is some data to consider.
Of course I can only speak for myself, but it's been 3 months and I'm still not over the move. Yup. I'm still homesick. I know I should "suck it up," and "enjoy my new time and experiences here." But sometimes I feel like if I have to introduce myself to another person, smile and rack my brain for small talk, I'm going to snap.
In fact, I've gotten so enured to the whole "meeting new people" dialogue that I committed quite a few faux pas(es?) today at church. When I met a whole new slew of people, I didn't try to remember their names, what graduate programs they're in, where they're originally from, or the answer to any other questions I mindlessly asked them. And then when the inevitable awkward silence crept in, I didn't even say the obligatory, "well, it was nice meeting you," or any other polite "release" phrases. I just left.
It's not that I don't care. I do. But it's just too much new information! I feel like I'm playing a giant, life-size, human game of memory (you know, when you flip all the cards upside-down and try to match them).
"Oh, you're from Minnesota right?" "No...Wisconsin?" "You're studying engineering at M.I.T. right?" "No...you're girlfriend is?" "You're fiance?" "You're wife?" "You're mother's second cousin's hairdresser?"
"Yeah! I can't believe you remembered that!"
"Wait...sorry, I hate to ask this, but, what was your name again?"
Of course I can only speak for myself, but it's been 3 months and I'm still not over the move. Yup. I'm still homesick. I know I should "suck it up," and "enjoy my new time and experiences here." But sometimes I feel like if I have to introduce myself to another person, smile and rack my brain for small talk, I'm going to snap.
In fact, I've gotten so enured to the whole "meeting new people" dialogue that I committed quite a few faux pas(es?) today at church. When I met a whole new slew of people, I didn't try to remember their names, what graduate programs they're in, where they're originally from, or the answer to any other questions I mindlessly asked them. And then when the inevitable awkward silence crept in, I didn't even say the obligatory, "well, it was nice meeting you," or any other polite "release" phrases. I just left.
It's not that I don't care. I do. But it's just too much new information! I feel like I'm playing a giant, life-size, human game of memory (you know, when you flip all the cards upside-down and try to match them).
"Oh, you're from Minnesota right?" "No...Wisconsin?" "You're studying engineering at M.I.T. right?" "No...you're girlfriend is?" "You're fiance?" "You're wife?" "You're mother's second cousin's hairdresser?"
"Yeah! I can't believe you remembered that!"
"Wait...sorry, I hate to ask this, but, what was your name again?"
Friday, September 09, 2005
Need Hair Advice
I've never had a lot of success with my hair. I feel like it's my last obstacle on the road to looking like an adult.
Things you can do to make your hair look more sophisticated:
a) get a perm
b) cut it boy-ishly short
c) get stylish highlights and lowlights
d) grow it out long and luxurious
e) use fancy products
I can't do any of the above because most of them require constant maintenance, which is not possible on a starving student's budget. The only thing I could possibly do is grow it out long. But I hate how proportionately long it then takes to wash and dry your hair. So, as a time-starved student, that's not going to work.
So now I have a moppy bob, which Michael says reminds him of Ramona in the Beverly Cleary novels. And it's the same cut I had when I was around 10.
But then, I saw this cut in my new Anthropologie catalogue and I think it might work...
What do you think I should do?
Things you can do to make your hair look more sophisticated:
a) get a perm
b) cut it boy-ishly short
c) get stylish highlights and lowlights
d) grow it out long and luxurious
e) use fancy products
I can't do any of the above because most of them require constant maintenance, which is not possible on a starving student's budget. The only thing I could possibly do is grow it out long. But I hate how proportionately long it then takes to wash and dry your hair. So, as a time-starved student, that's not going to work.
So now I have a moppy bob, which Michael says reminds him of Ramona in the Beverly Cleary novels. And it's the same cut I had when I was around 10.
But then, I saw this cut in my new Anthropologie catalogue and I think it might work...
What do you think I should do?
Saturday, September 03, 2005
Should I fart in torts too?
Usually, having 2 blogs simultaneously sounds the death knell of one or the other. But I am determined to keep both up and current.
The new blog, law-and-disorder.blogspot.com, will be dedicated to answering the general question, "So what's law school like?"
But this blog will retain my more random and varied thoughts that I don't wish to be quite so public...and sometimes have nothing to do with law.
The naming of a baby is always an exciting and difficult event. I did quite a bit of pondering over naming my new law school blog and am happy to settle on a homage to my favorite TV show (Jerry Orbach, we love you!!!)
But while scouring the net for inspiration, I came across the funniest law school blog name: "I Farted In Torts..." Now, I'm not so crass that I could pull that off, but I was sorely tempted to call mine: "I Farted In Torts Too..." Michael suggested, how about: "I Farted In Contracts..."
While I was in that crass frame of mind, I almost called my blog, "Legal Doodies, fresh droppings from the mind and life of a 1L."
Now for an entirely different subject. I just finished the very last episode of Sex in the City. I give seasons 4-6 (the only ones I've watched) my sincerest blessings. There could be no higher praise for a show than this: I would buy the DVDs. Well done. Well done.
If it's anything I've learned from hearing the commentary on the episodes of SIC, it's that the 4 main characters have a deliberate story arch, a learning curve. They change and mature and progress throughout the series until they become better and more than who they were before. It's certainly optimistic.
Now it's time for a new show. I casted the lot and rented Arrested Development. And boy did I get lucky. With character names like Tobias Funke (pronounced Fune-kay) and Gob (pronounced "Job"), you can't go wrong.
In off beat mockumentary shows it's usually the child actors that make you want to cringe and contemplate not watching the show anymore.
But I got to say, the teenage boy in this delightful series (Michael Cera) is definitely a crown jewel, a keeper, a highlight of the series. If you liked Curb Your Enthusiasm and The Office, or any movies by Christopher Guest, you owe it to yourself to check out Arrested Development.
The new blog, law-and-disorder.blogspot.com, will be dedicated to answering the general question, "So what's law school like?"
But this blog will retain my more random and varied thoughts that I don't wish to be quite so public...and sometimes have nothing to do with law.
The naming of a baby is always an exciting and difficult event. I did quite a bit of pondering over naming my new law school blog and am happy to settle on a homage to my favorite TV show (Jerry Orbach, we love you!!!)
But while scouring the net for inspiration, I came across the funniest law school blog name: "I Farted In Torts..." Now, I'm not so crass that I could pull that off, but I was sorely tempted to call mine: "I Farted In Torts Too..." Michael suggested, how about: "I Farted In Contracts..."
While I was in that crass frame of mind, I almost called my blog, "Legal Doodies, fresh droppings from the mind and life of a 1L."
Now for an entirely different subject. I just finished the very last episode of Sex in the City. I give seasons 4-6 (the only ones I've watched) my sincerest blessings. There could be no higher praise for a show than this: I would buy the DVDs. Well done. Well done.
If it's anything I've learned from hearing the commentary on the episodes of SIC, it's that the 4 main characters have a deliberate story arch, a learning curve. They change and mature and progress throughout the series until they become better and more than who they were before. It's certainly optimistic.
Now it's time for a new show. I casted the lot and rented Arrested Development. And boy did I get lucky. With character names like Tobias Funke (pronounced Fune-kay) and Gob (pronounced "Job"), you can't go wrong.
In off beat mockumentary shows it's usually the child actors that make you want to cringe and contemplate not watching the show anymore.
But I got to say, the teenage boy in this delightful series (Michael Cera) is definitely a crown jewel, a keeper, a highlight of the series. If you liked Curb Your Enthusiasm and The Office, or any movies by Christopher Guest, you owe it to yourself to check out Arrested Development.
Thursday, September 01, 2005
It Has Begun...
Want to join me on my law school adventures?
I have started a new blog for just that purpose.
Visit law-and-disorder.blogspot.com and go to law school vicariously!
I have started a new blog for just that purpose.
Visit law-and-disorder.blogspot.com and go to law school vicariously!
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