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Troglodyte

Appreciative Observer
#21
Magic Light, Gonna Take You for a Ride . . .

SweetYoungThang, the woman who sits next to me in Criminal Procedure, and I jokingly complain to each other about my father’s reaction and her mother’s reaction to us (their precious daughters) dating.

SweetYoungThang wails, “My mom’s very protective of me too and I always tell her, ‘Mom! I’m not a child anymore! I’m 23!’”

I look @ her Rainbow Brite sweatshirt, SpongeBob Squarepants backpack patch, and her Elmo mittens[1] and I nod in agreement that her mom is odd for treating her like a baby.

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[1] In her defense (not that she needs one), I think she wears these things b/c she likes them rather than b/c her mom shops for her or b/c she thinks it’s cool-trendy. In that sense, I think her dress style is adorable (albeit a bit silly).
 

Troglodyte

Appreciative Observer
#22
Yesterday was a blur. Last semester and this semester, the majority of my classes met on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Sitting in class all day wears me out. By the 3rd class, my brain can't absorb anymore and I'm just passively typing like a stenographer. By the 4th class, I'm just passively listening and trying to keep myself from standing out and screaming.

Gusano tried to cheer me up yesterday by sending me an animated gif of him masturbating. Usually, it would turn me on; but in my mood yesterday, I just thought it was sweet. I kept that compliment to a minimum though b/c I don't think any guy wants to hear that he's cute or sweet while he's shooting one off.

He suggested that I use his gift as my new wallpaper. Man, I love this guy! :D

When I woke up this morning (after sleeping through the night . . . yay!), I didn't want to be me. Just tired and numb. So I had breakfast and went back to sleep. I ended up (re-)sleeping until 2pm. This is after I slept from 11:30pm last night. :(

I had plans to spend the day studying w/ my little bother, Ming-Ming but I didn't get to his place until 5pm. Now, I'm going to spend the night @ his place and take the BART to school in the morning. Have an 8am make-up class tomorrow . . . .

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Got this email today from my school . . . yet another reminder why my current neighborhood sucks.

We have received reports that on Monday, February 3, between the hours of approximately 10:00 a.m. and 11:00 a.m., two female victims were sexually assaulted in two separate incidents in the [snip] BART station, on or near the base of the escalator which surfaces at the corner [across the street from my apartment complex].
----- Gypsy, My Heroine

Everybody's already succinctly said everything I've thought of her employment situation. So the only thing I can add is: I'm in awe of her. :cool:
 

Troglodyte

Appreciative Observer
#23
I Hate

On my end table stands a stack of DVDs that sit there sneering @ me. They are another sign that I'm running around trying to find answers, solutions in things that will help me escape rather than addressing my issues head-on. Every night, since I purchased them last week, I come home and rifle through the stack hoping that something will catch my fancy and nothing interests me. So, they sit there in their plastic seals, laughing @ me, b/c I tried to buy my happiness for $109.58. (When everybody knows that happiness really costs $110 . . . .)

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Seriously though, this week has been tough. I've been bitter, angry, hurt, sad, listless, bored, numb, and tired since Tuesday night. Nothing's kept me happy for longer than a few minutes this week. Every night, I have to fight to keep from crying and I can't really pin-point a cause. I hate where I am in life right now. As a student, I don't really do anything. For me, that pretty much literally means NOTHING b/c I haven't spent much time on my schoolwork. I don't participate in any extracurricular activities, indulge in any of my hobbies, I don't live. I pretty much just breathe, sleep, eat, shit, go to class, watch TV, and surf the 'net. It's not b/c I'm a student though . . . I just don't feel like doing anything anymore. I feel like such a waste. But, I also feel a great pressure to do something significant to prove my worth, and to have something to show my parents for all the hard work and money they've put toward me/my education.

Get my law degree, get a high paying job, buy a house, get married, and start breeding. The last three I don't mind--I think it'd be great to own a house to putter around in, marry Gusano, and start a family. But those things are all contingent on the first two. And all I really want to be is a small cog in a large machine.

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I'm behind in schoolwork, but it's only been four weeks out of a fifteen week semester. I'm scared that I'll fall into all the same patterns of avoidance, procrastination, and self-hatred that I've been following the past eight years. I've already missed one day of classes last week and one class this week; and I've missed the deadline for Moot Ct assignments for the 2nd week in a row.

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I tried to pick a fight w/ Gusano earlier by saying shitty things like, "When I think of your last relationship, it makes it hard for me to respect you." I'm ashamed for feeling that way but I do and I'm ashamed that I said that hurtful thing to him. He replied, "I'm confused. I'm trying to be a nice and tolerant person and what I'm hearing from you is that you don't respect me because of that." I'm not even quite sure if my feelings are based on my impression that he "allowed" himself to be abused in his last relationship or if my feelings are really based on my distaste for his ex (based mainly on gossip). On a hypocritical note, if Gusano wasn't able to withstand so much abuse, we'd have been broken up 10xs over by now.

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So, yeah, this week is best summed up by "I Hate". (And "Can Somebody Loan Me Forty-Two Cents?") :wishy:
 

Troglodyte

Appreciative Observer
#24
Help! My Bed has Swallowed Me Whole!

Hmm . . . from insomnia to hypersomnia? This weekend, I was only awake for ~12 hours on Saturday and ~5 hours on Sunday. That's even worse considering that I didn't spend any of that time on Moot Court, like I had planned.

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On the plus sides:

I got to spend the weekend w/ Gusano @ his place. He was very sweet and patient, trying to wake me up.

Yesterday, Ming-Ming told me that there may be two studios opening up in his building. En-Ah-Geah has priority over me b/c she's a student @ the university in that town, but I'm hoping to nab the other one. It would be totally cool to get out of this crummy neighborhood and live close-by to my siblings. Moving to their area will tack on a commute time/transportation cost of ~45 minutes/$2.55, each way to/from school, but it may be worth it.

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I've noticed that some of my most favorite off-topic journals stick closely to their title theme. I started this journal to write about my law school experience but I have yet to really discuss law school. (More of my avoidance tendencies . . . ?) So, from now on, I'm going to make a greater effort to steer this journal toward law school.
 

Troglodyte

Appreciative Observer
#25
1Ls: losers of the earth

[Disclaimer: The following should not be construed as legal advice. The author is not an attorney--merely a law student (and not a very good one @ that) sharing her experiences. The author makes no claims, promises or guarantees about the accuracy, completeness, or adequacy of the information contained in this post.]

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There's a saying about law school: "First year, they scare you to death. Second year, they work you to death. And third year, they bore you to death."

That saying didn't make sense to me until after I spent some time in law school. I should be @ the "work to death" stage but I'm more @ the "bored to death" stage. This is the only time in law school that I've ever been ahead of my class. :wishy:

Most law school programs last three years (possibly four years if it's a night/part-time program). In California, there's a Bar (the association that governs attorneys) rule that says one must complete his/her legal studies w/i five years or start over again. But the majority of students enroll in the full-time, 3-year program. Considering all the work that law students have to do, I don't know how some ppl manage to do the night/part-time programs and work full-time (and have a life?).

First year is extremely rote but nerve-wracking. Partly b/c of the all-important class ranking (more on this in a later post). And partly b/c 1Ls (pronounced "one L") are learning a whole new way of studying and preparing for class. All one pretty much does in law school is read incomprehensible cases and then discuss them in class. Everybody (school, profs, TAs, etc.) tries to push the new students into a singular way of approaching class, and it doesn't always work. For example, 1Ls are told that they need to brief each case before class. That means, reading the case and then breaking it down to five main components:

1. Procedural History
(how the case got to that particular court, which lower court(s) heard the case first, what the lower courts ruled, which party brought the current case before the current court.)

2. Facts
(sounds simply, right? Nope . . . not all facts are equally important. Some facts might be interesting but are useless b/c they're not necessary to the analysis of the case. Also, facts may vary depending on the court frames the issue.)

3. Issue on Appeal
(could be more than one issue. Sometimes hard to spot/find.)

4. Court Holding
(The answer to the issue. The rule derived from the case. Again, sometimes the holding is hard to spot b/c judges like the ramble. Judges may throw in several rules and law students have to keep in mind that any rule that's not directly related to the current issue on appeal, is merely dicta and isn't binding like the holding/rule.)

5. Reasoning
(Why the court ruled the way it did. This is the MEAT of cases/law school b/c this part teaches us how to think like lawyers. "Reasoning" can get pretty interesting b/c some times it doesn't make any damn sense. Take into account the different ways of reasoning and combination of those methods, throw in a bunch of fallible humans, and you've got a crapshoot.)

----- Socratic Method

Besides case briefing (which pretty much falls to the way side by 2nd semester), law school is different b/c of the "Socratic Method" of teaching. This means that professors teach by asking the students questions. I don't think I ever experienced fear until the first time I was on-call my first year of law school. I used to go to civil procedure w/ terrible stomach pains every morning in fear/anxiety that Prof Civil Procedure would call on me.

In first year, students are usually placed in sections and they remain in that section for the whole year. Profs have the power to humiliate you in front of your peers--ppl that you're going to see everyday for the whole year--and first year, it seems that profs take full advantage of this power. I don't blame them for trying to inject a bit of humility in a group of cocky "gov't major"-types though.[1] I'd abuse this power too if I could. :p

Different profs have different ways of teaching; but all of the ways are usually a form of Socratic teaching. Some profs "cold-call," meaning they give no warning about who they will call on that day. Some profs put a group of students "on-call" for the week or for a particular case/problem. Some (but very few) ask for volunteers.

B/c law school depends so much on the Socratic Method, it's also important for profs to know who their students are. Hence the seating chart. @ my school (and I'm sure many other schools), the profs paste a picture of you above your name on the seating chart. Now the profs can pretend they really know who you are before they tear into you.

----- First-Year Curriculum

Almost all law school assign the same First-Year curriculum to their 1Ls. This means that when you arrive @ school, you already have your section/classes picked out for you. The typical 1L curriculum includes:

Contracts
Civil Procedure
Torts
Criminal Law
Property
(and maybe) Constitutional Law

These classes are the foundation of almost any other class one will take in law school.

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Almost each class has a major, definitive case that screams the subject (Pennoyer v. Neff? CIVIL PROCEDURE!!!) I'll talk about those later on b/c the cases are funny; but I'm running out of time/steam. (Who gets the harpooned whale that washed up on the shore? The harpooner or the finder?!?) (Can an old woman sue her young nephew for injuries caused when he pulled a chair out from under her?)

Also, later on I want to talk (rant) about the bitches who make law school tough. The ppl who hide books or rip pages out to fuck over their peers. In my section/year, we had a group who kept a spreadsheet of names and "secret" exam numbers so that they could match up your name w/ your grades. Two years later, it still boggles my mind that they could waste so much time doing something so immature and unethical.

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[1] For those of you who have never taken a government or political science class, you will never know the pleasure of being trapped in a room of ppl full of themselves. Ppl who think they are the shit b/c they ask 10-minute long questions w/ 5 parts and 3 subsections per part. WASPy conformists who think the world revolves around them and that their every thought/utterance is the only correct way. Ppl who think they are important b/c they like to read books w/o pictures. Not all gov't/poly sci majors are like this, but enough to make me label this personality as a gov't major type.
 

Troglodyte

Appreciative Observer
#26
A Rose is a rose is a rose . . .

btw, bitches (in my previous post) refer to both men and women. it's clear to me that anyone can be a bitch but i don't want anyone to get hung-up on the actual gender meaning of the term.

(What?!? You have female dogs in your class?!?)
 

Troglodyte

Appreciative Observer
#27
"Juuussssttttt like that"

Well, could only sleep four hours on Friday night and didn't" nap" @ all on Saturday so I was hoping to get mega-sleep Saturday night. Went to sleep ~8:15pm and woke up ~1am w/ Khia's "My Neck, My Back" running around in my head.
 

Troglodyte

Appreciative Observer
#28
Bad is Better than None?

I guess the the topic of "My Neck, My Back" is as good of a segue as any to mention sex w/ Gusano this weekend . . . . (This serves as a warning to ppl who want to avoid posts about sex. Skip this post! But I guess from the popularity of Ali's journal and Chastain86's journal that ppl don't mind. lol)

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Quick background: Gusano and I had sex the first night we met (Nov. 2001) and have sex almost every time we're together. From this, one could infer that Gusano and I are pretty comfortable having sex w/ each other and enjoy sex w/ each other. W/ this in mind, let me talk about sex this weekend . . . . .

--- Friday night

We get back to Gusano's place ~1am from a comedy club where we went to see Craig Shoemaker[1]. I was not in the mood for sex (this is unusual) b/c I was tired and still kind of grouchy from stuff that happened earlier on in the week. Gusano is tired too but he does a good job of changing my mood.

Gusano is fucking me hard, doggy-style (just like I asked) and . . .

I fart. :eek:

Yeah, farting is natural and blah, blah, blah. But I'm a typical girl in that I have *never* knowingly farted in Gusano's presence in the almost 15 months that we've been together. In fact, there are probably only five or six people in the world in which I have no problems passing gas, in front of. (Ugh! Terrible construction, but can't think of how to else to phrase it.)

So, I collapse back on the bed, roll over on my back, and throw my head back, laughing in embarrassment and amusement.

Gusano asks me what I'm laughing about. Eh? Could he not have heard my piffle? Did my divine wind not send a blast against his stomach?!? I'm still not sure if he was asking b/c he didn't know I let one escape or b/c he didn't see why I was laughing about a fart.

And really, it wasn't even much of a fart. I would've been ashamed to call that pip a "fart" if I had done it in front of the above mentioned five or six ppl.

Anyway, I keep laughing for about a full minute. Partly out of mortification and partly out of mirth and then partly b/c I remembered Shoemaker's bit about farting in relationships from the show earlier. I tried to remember the word Shoemaker used for female farts to explain to Gusano, but I couldn't bring myself to admit out loud what I had just done in front of (and on?) my beloved.

So, I just gave up trying to explain and made myself stop laughing. Poor Gusano. No guy wants a girl to laugh that hard/loud during sex. :(

--- Saturday morning

I woke up @ 6am (too early!) and couldn't get back to sleep. I wanted Gusano to wake up so that we could have an extended session b/c the one before was just a quickie. (Short but still great--even despite our tiredness and my fit over my poketoot.)

He finally wakes up ~10am and willingly complies. And it was lovely . . . until, I accidentally kick his arm out from under him and clock his forehead w/ my elbow as he falls down. :(

Getting elbowed in the head didn't sit well w/ Gusano and it didn't help that I started laughing (again!) :wishy:

I started to try to put *him* back in the mood but he was too annoyed w/ me for laughing. So that ends my sex tales for this weekend.

That will teach me to laugh in bed! :tsk:

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[1] I saw Craig Shoemaker 3-1/2 years ago and he had us (the audience) laughing so hard that he had to stop his act b/c we couldn't catch our breath. I was really looking forward to seeing him again.

His current act is ~50% the same as it was 3-1/2 years ago! I mean, it's still damn funny; but kind of disappointing to hear the same lines again after so many years.

I guess I have been spoiled by Margaret Cho and Henry Rollins (although calling him a "comedian" is kind of a stretch) who seem to have a completely new routine for every tour. :(
 

Troglodyte

Appreciative Observer
#29
Perceiving Pleasures from Pulpy Periodicals

I love magazines. What a great feeling to open up my mailbox to find it stuffed w/ reading material.[1] @ one time, I had about 15 magazines subscriptions, concurrently. Now, it's down to the following nine (but nine's enough for now):
  1. Cosmopolitan
    Cosmo is my dumb-girly pleasure. On one level, Cosmo offends my feminist sensibilities b/c it's all about sex and what "real" men think. There's a difference b/t treating sex as natural function and treating the act of sex itself as a requirement for normal behavior (and the converse, abstinence or monogamy, as freakish behavior). And there's a difference b/t "this is how a guy usually thinks so that you understand what's going on" and "I'm letting you in on the secret mindset of men so that you can change how you act to trick them and to avoid their traps."

    But, if not taken seriously, Cosmo is a good fluffy read for bubble baths when trying to forget real life.
  2. Glamour
    If I could only have one magazine in the world, it would be Glamour. I fall right w/i its target audience so it address a lot of my issues/concerns/interests. It has equal amounts of fluff (make-up) along w/ more serious topics (career/money advice for young women, proper clothing for various events, etc.) Glamour always ends up w/ the most dog-ears out of all my other magazines. (I have a habit of marking things to follow-up on by folding up the corners of the page so that it sticks out of the magazine.)

    Glamour also tends to use a lot of normal-looking women as models. Of course, they're still beautiful, normal-looking women but they look like women you'd run into on the street. They're also a diverse bunch of models and it's cool to be able to see different types of beauty. I'm sad/ashamed to admit that the portrayal of women in magazines has an impact on how I feel about myself. But I have to give Glamour credit for its positive influence.
  3. Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine
    My 2nd most favorite magazine. EQ has brand-new, mystery short stories in each issue. The stories are good for short distractions when you don't have the time/patience to immerse yourself in a full-length book.

    I love anthologies b/c they're a great way of seeing different writing styles in one swoop.

    I also love how EQ is printed on cheap ~4"x5-1/2" paper. It gives the magazine an old-fashioned (c. 1950s), pulpy kind of feel.
  4. Men's Health
    The male equivalent of Glamour. A bit more serious than magazines like Stuff or Maxim. Fun and interesting to see what men are (or what society dictates that men should be) insecure about. I have to say that the advice given by Nicole Beland in The Girl Next Door feature is spot-on.

    Plus, Men's Health has lots of pictures of beautiful men and women. :up:
  5. Shape
    My monthly guilt trip for not exercising or eating right. I'm quite fond of the Success Stories feature.
  6. Newsweek
    Sadly, my main source of news (other than Yahoo! News or occasionally catching the local TV broadcast). I'm a bit distrustful of the news media--especially w/ all the consolidation going on now--so I would love to be able to include more sources, but I just don't have the time.

    Thanks to Newsweek, I have some vague idea of what's going on outside of law school, Gusano, and my immediate family.

    I love Newsweek's Periscope section (especially the page of political cartoons and one-line sound bites) and the My Turn feature (one-page essay on any topic by seemingly anybody).
  7. Sunset
    Sunset fulfills my nesting instincts b/c it's all about your home, garden, cooking, and traveling. Of course, I don't have a home nor garden, and I don't cook nor travel much right now. But I can still dream . . . .

    Sunset is also super-cool b/c the publishers put out a different magazine for different regions. That way, Sunset can focus on the natural attributes of a geographic area.
  8. Runner's World
    Just subscribed to Runner's World and Travel Holiday (below) b/c my United Airlines frequent flyer miles were expiring and I didn't have enough to get any other reward.[2]

    Hoping it'll inspire me to start running or jogging. And hoping that it doesn't become another monthly guilt trip, like Shape.
  9. Travel Holiday
    Hoping this magazine isn't one big advertising catalog for cruises and tour companies, like other travel magazines I've read.[3]
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    [1] All of the magazines are addressed to a fake name. I get an inordinate amount of glee from being able to immediately shred and recycle any junk mail (disguised as real mail) addressed to my magazine alter-ego. I hate it when companies sell my info to other companies. I know those bitches are simply making a living. But the waste in paper and of mail services really disturbs me. :mad:

    [2] Not that I mind trading my UA miles for magazines. I love magazines and this is a good way of checking out magazines that I wouldn't normally buy/read. Once, I used my UA miles on "Scuba Diving" magazine even though I can't really swim. I'm such a marketing monkey's dream . . . .

    [3] This reminds me . . . travelocity.com had listed, round-trip tix from my part of CA to London, UK for only $195! <drool> Of course, I most likely won't have any time or money this semester (even w/ a week off for Spring Break next month), but it doesn't stop me from dreaming. :D
 

Troglodyte

Appreciative Observer
#30
Eh?

Sunday night, I dreamed that Gusano wanted to have sex on the toliet, that he turned into a wannabe gangsta rapper, and that I caught him in bed w/ one of his co-workers.

I don't know which part bothered me more (they all did!), but I can honestly say that I thought Dream-Gusano had better taste than to have sex w/ Pot/Golden-Showers-Boy.
 

Troglodyte

Appreciative Observer
#31
I Horde

I would describe my family as middle class to upper-middle class in the socio-economic scale. But, I still have a tendency to collect seemingly worthless things. I don’t know if it’s b/c I don’t like to waste things or if it’s related to growing up relatively poor (to what my family is now), but I like to save things.

One of the things I “collect” is napkins. I like napkins a lot b/c I’m pretty accident-prone. Being graced w/ clumsiness leads to spills, cuts, and scraps.[1] So, I always try to have a napkin handy. @ my house, I have a stack of napkins from various stores and restaurants. It’s kind of a neat archeological trip, going through this stack of napkins b/c each layer is a literal record of where I’ve been. Besides my practical need for napkins, it pleases me greatly to think of *all* the money I am saving by grabbing extra napkins.[2]

Anyway, I thought of my penchant for hording stuff this past Saturday when Ming-Ming (my little bother), Gusano (the apple of my eye), and I[3] accompanied Mom to her college reunion. After lunch[4], the whole group (of ~50 ppl), went to a lounge area for the boring, speechifying part.

The waiters passed out plates of tangerines.[5] Ming-Ming, Gusano, and I demolished all eight of our tangerines out of boredom. After the reunion, there were still tons of tangerines left on the other tables. Mom was still socializing so I started stuffing tangerines in my purse. I could only squeeze three in there. So I crammed two in Mom’s purse. Not happy w/ just five tangerines, I loaded six more in Mom’s overcoat (three in each pocket).

A few minutes later, Mom runs to her purse to grab business cards to hand out. She unzips her purse in front of two colleagues and the two tangerines peek out @ them. She pretends not to see them, but inside she’s embarrassed (she later tells me) b/c she comes off looking like a greedy cheapskate.

Later, Mom asks for her overcoat and Gusano hands it over to her. She takes it, hefts it a few times, and then hands it back to Gusano, complaining (jokingly) that it’s too heavy.

As we prepare to leave, the restaurant owner asks if we want to take the rest of the tangerines. Someone in the college reunion group had brought a whole box of them and the restaurant couldn’t use the leftovers. So, I happily take the rest.

But, at the end of the day, I am left w/ no tangerines. We end up giving them all away. That’s okay though, b/c it wasn’t the tangerines I wanted so much as the actual act of not wasting the leftovers.

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[1] Sometimes I spill drinks. But, I’m more apt to hurt myself. For example, in the span of eleven days last week, I managed to burn my hand twice (once bad enough that my fingers blistered and peeled), cut my thumb on a knife, and stab myself w/ a staple. I went through a *lot* of napkins and band-aids last week.

[2] But, I can easily overlook how much money/health I waste by eating out all the time. :wishy:

[3] Mom needs us to accompany her. Partly b/c the reunions are always about two hours away from home so she likes the company. But partly so we can assist her @ the reunion. This time, Ming-Ming played photographer. I played coat/purse-girl. And Gusano’s job (according to him) was to make sure I stayed on task.

[4] Has anyone ever had teppan ? My mom’s college reunion met @ a teppan restaurant. I think it’s the first time I’ve had teppan. I got kind of grossed out for two reasons. (1) All the butter glopped on. And (2) the fact that the raw food utensil is also used as the serving utensil. Didn’t stop me from eating anyway. :p

[5] I’m guessing b/c tangerines and oranges are a symbol of Chinese New Year and Chinese New Year didn’t officially end until the next day (Sunday, February 16).
 

Troglodyte

Appreciative Observer
#32
Follow the Yellow Brick Road!

Discovery Channel's re-airing its special, "Dwarfs: Little People, Big Steps ." I'm very happy. Hope the special talks about Dwarf Bowling.

The special features the people that played the Munchkins in the Wizard of Oz b/c I guess there aren't as many dwarfs (dwarves?) as there used to be. Still the chances are about 1 in 7,500 (hope I got that stat right) that a child will be born w/ dwarfism.
 

Troglodyte

Appreciative Observer
#33
Bad Joke Costs a Farm

[Disclaimer: The following should not be construed as legal advice. The author is not an attorney--merely a law student (and not a very good one @ that) sharing her experiences. The author makes no claims, promises or guarantees about the accuracy, completeness, or adequacy of the information contained in this post.]

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As I said earlier, Contracts is one of the big 1L subjects. Basically, Contracts can be summed up as "Offer, Consideration, Acceptance" (and defenses). There are whole cases on what defines an offer or acceptance.

I had an awesome prof for Contracts. He was extremely organized and his funny, open demeanor put us 1Ls relatively @ ease. Plus, how can you *not* love a young prof who wears a bow-tie to lecture?

Contracts is interesting b/c there are times where it's cheaper/better to break a contract (and pay the consequences) rather than fulfilling a contract. If I enter a field involving contracts, I hope I never (or rarely will) have to advise my clients on breaking contracts. I've seen cases where courts decide that the defendant (contract-breaker) has to pay damages that are higher than actually performing the contract.

The big case in Contracts is a 1954 Virginia case called, Lucy v. Zehmer. (84 S.E.2d 516).[1] Partly b/c it does a good job of showing how some courts use an objective standard in determining whether or not there was an offer and partly b/c the facts are amusing.

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Plaintiff Lucy offered Defendant Zehmer $50,000 for his (Zehmer's) property, the Ferguson farm. After some discussion and a few drinks, Zehmer drew up a K on the back of a restaurant guest check. Zehmer signed the K and persuaded his wife to sign it too by telling her the deal was a joke. Lucy took the signed guest check and attempted to give Zehmer a $5 payment. When Lucy attempted to finalize sale, defendants attempted to deny the contract on the grounds that Mr. Zehmer was drunk when making the contract and the contract was a joke on Lucy.

Ultimately, the Supreme Court of Virginia decided that the contract was valid (so Zehmer had sold his farm to Lucy) b/c the court didn't want to look @ the hidden/secret (subjective) motives of ppl who enter into contracts. This puts the responsibility on ppl to take some accountability for their actions.


[1] That's the citation format for cases. "84" refers to the volumne number. "S.E.2d" refers to the reporter name (in this case, the South Eastern Reporter, Second Series). And "516" refers to the starting page number w/i the book.
 

Troglodyte

Appreciative Observer
#34
"Ya want me to change your diaper, ya big baby?!?"

This past weekend, I went to help my parents out w/ their furniture store. They had two containers (a 20-foot and a 45-foot container) arrive on Thursday (from China) and they really needed manual labor help w/ deliveries. Helping them out this weekend really highlighted how out-of-shape I am. I was ready to take a nap after the 2nd day but I didn't b/c my 61-year old dad and the 76-year old sales assistant were still going strong. Bleh.

My dad kept saying, "This is why you need to go to school and get a good job. So you don't have to do this everyday." I can understand his sentiment but what he thinks is great (a high-paying, white-collar job where I stay nice and clean) isn't all that appealing to me either.

I also got mad/annoyed/disappointed w/ Gusano b/c I really wanted him to come and help us out and hang out w/ me but he had other things going on this weekend. Rationally, I didn't expect him to drive 2 hours (one-way) and waste his weekend to help out my parents but . . . . I'm hoping that I got all nutty b/c I was tired. I hate to think that I'm normally that unreasonable and mean to Gusano. (But I am!) :mad: :(

Gusano ended up coming to visit me late Sunday night after I returned to my studio. He brought me a rose[1] and my (current) favorite ice cream. :inlove: How sad to think that one could win back my heart from Albertson's. :blank:


[1] Even more significant b/c he had convinced himself that I didn't like flowers until I corrected *that* misconception a few weeks ago. I don't know how he could think I didn't like flowers . . . I have a freakin' collection of vases. And I've brought him flowers several times. And I dried the only flowers he's ever given me (before Sunday night) and display them openly!!! (I'm such a girl . . . .)
 
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Troglodyte

Appreciative Observer
#35
Men are from Grills, Women are from theKnot.com

Gusano (to me): When we build our house, I want a teppan grill inside.

--- Male response
Ming-ming: Hey! That's a great idea! You could put it in the living room so < blah, blah, blah, other related teppan-grill-decorating tips . . . . >

--- Female response
Troglodyte (thinking dreamily to herself): Ooohhh! He wants to build a house w/ me . . . ! < cues sickly-sweet music . . . . >
 

Troglodyte

Appreciative Observer
#36
I Desire ?

I’m wanting something. I’m not quite sure what--it's more a general feeling of dissatisfaction and feeling empty. Everything I’ve done in my life feels much more like a means toward some undefined end. In my teens, I worked my ass off to get into a prestigious university. In university, I geared everything toward getting into law school. Right now, I suppose I should be trying to get a job. But what for?!? What would I be slaving away for in a law-related job? I can’t imagine any legal field that would gratify me. I don’t particularly want the money b/c there’s nothing specific I want to buy right now. So, it’s hard to find any meaning even in day-to-day activities b/c I don’t understand the greater picture. What am I getting up in the morning for?

Here are some things that ran through my mind, when I was trying to pin-point what I want:

  1. A house that has a garden (like oldlady's or my father’s), a pond w/ a water fall and fat koi fish (like my father’s), some zebra finches (like I had when I was a child), and a dog. How would this make me happy? I don’t know. This dream gives me some sense of security b/c it contains quite a few familiar elements (gardens, koi ponds, finches, dogs). This dream makes me want to weep b/c it feels so far away and almost impossible. Would I actually be happy if/when I attained this house? Would I be devastated if I was still unhappy/bored/unfulfilled if/when I accomplished this goal?
  2. A summer job with the place I called a few weeks ago. They finally called me back w/ a contact name and info of HR but I have yet to revise my resume and fax it to them. Getting this job would (temporarily) make me happy b/c it’d ease my worries about what I’m doing this summer and it’d help my resume (that’s beginning to look woefully inadequate).
  3. Getting caught up in classes--specifically getting moot court out of the way. For the last 3-4 weeks, I’ve managed to do very little reading b/c I’ve been trying to write my moot court brief. I’m already behind the class schedule and I’ve missed three deadlines already. Last Thursday, we were supposed to turn in a completed brief but I turned in essentially a rough draft. Final, bound briefs are due a week from Thursday. My brief needs to have less than 10-errors (in grammar, citation, format, etc.) in order for me to pass the class. After I turn in the brief, I have to start preparing for oral arguments. Even though I used to have lots of practice giving speeches and I used to compete in CEDA debate, I am terrified of speaking out in law school. Once I get moot court completely out of the way, I’m feeling so overwhelmed w/ how behind I am in my substantive classes (criminal procedure, remedies, constitutional law II, and corporations) that I’m not sure where to start. I hate moot court and I hate myself for not being able to take care of business.
    [/list=1]


    I guess out of all these possibilities, the first one has the greatest likelihood of being an end (rather than a means). And that’s not enough right now to motivate me.

    It’s been a really long time since I’ve felt calm, secure, happy, confident, and safe. But I felt this way for a brief moment over the weekend when I was home, helping out my parents. Thinking about this feeling depresses me b/c there’s no rational reason why I can’t make myself feel this way. It’s only my treacherous, self-defeating mind that seeks to undermine my own well-being.
 

Troglodyte

Appreciative Observer
#37
Do? Be?

I hate it when ppl can't just relax; when ppl are in a continued rush. Me especially. Today I asked a friend what he was going to do over the weekend.

He replied, "Relax."

I responded, "Yes, but what are you going to ddddddoooooo?"

Even as I was asking that, I wanted to kick myself. After all "relaxing" is doing something. It's just hard for my puny mind to comprehend what exactly . . . .

Why can't we just be (in a Zen-kinda way)? Why must we always do?

be . . . ah . . . .

DO!

bbeeeeeeeee . . . . DDDDDDOOOOOO!!!

be DO

beDO beDO beDObeDObeDO whop whop whop beDO zah zing ah la di beDO meeen hol le hol le da wah wah wah wah wah wah ta beDO < cymbal clash >
 
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Troglodyte

Appreciative Observer
#38
Orange juice raped my father?

I found out last week that Gusano still reads these boards. Not sure what journals but he definitely reads the off-topic forum (and Choo Choo Andee's website). Good for him! But I hope he doesn't stumble across my journal. If he does, fine.

Gusano, if you're reading this, pretend that you aren't!!!! I care too much about your opinion. You already know I'm a "lazy, shiftless bastard" and it'd kill me if you find out how neurotic and mean I really am. (At least, it would bother me if you found out before I trap you into a marriage full of pain and lots o' sex.)
 

Troglodyte

Appreciative Observer
#39
Plurality

Busy the last couple of days trying to churn out the rest of my moot court brief that I turned in last night. I most likely didn't pass the 10-error rule[1] because I didn't even finish a complete draft until yesterday morning ~11:00am and we had to have a draft of our brief complete two weeks ago. I'm so disappointed w/ myself for exerting so much energy avoiding my stupid brief and putting off life until I got my brief done.

Also, the Supreme Court ruled on my moot court case Wednesday. That was kind of cool--to get an "answer" the day before your brief is due. We're not allowed to look @ any of the Supreme Court stuff (briefs or ruling, etc.) but our teacher came in w/ the ruling today to share w/ us. I am extremely disappointed w/ the Supreme Court.

My class has been working on (researching, discussing, and writing our briefs about) Lockyer v. Andrade.[2] This is the case about California's Three-Strikes law. Lockyer's the Attorney General of CA and Andrade is a non-violent, recidivist who recently received a life sentence of 50 years[3] w/o the possibility of parole for trying to shoplift nine videotapes from K-mart. He'll be something like 89 years old before he's eligible for parole. Anyway, he challenged his sentence on the Constitution's Eighth Amendment's cruel and unusual punishment clause, and some other ADEPA issue that we didn't work on. My class worked on the Eighth Amendment issue; but O'Connor focused on the ADEPA issue so I'm not sure exactly what happened on Wednesday w/ Andrade.

But, the Supreme Court heard Andrade w/ a case called Ewing v. CA[4]. This is another CA Three-Strikes law case but w/ a guy who stole three golf clubs. In Ewing, the Supreme Court addressed the Eighth Amendment issues my class has been working on. Well, I should put "addressed" in quotation marks b/c the Supreme Court didn't do anything!!!

Prior to Andrade and Ewing, the Supreme Court case law was unclear about how the courts should address the issue of the Eighth Amendment in terms of non-capital sentencing. In Harmelin v. Michigan[5], the last time the Supreme Court addressed this issue, the Supreme Court was split in a plurality decision[6]. Two Justices (Scalia & Chief Justice Rehnquist) thought the Eighth Amendment has no proportionality requirement. This means that they don't think that the Eight Amendment's cruel and unusual punishment specifies that a punishment has to be in proportion w/ the crime. Three Justices (Kennedy, O'Connor, & Souter) thought there should be a gross proportionality standard, meaning that a punishment only violates the Eighth Amendment if it is grossly disproportionate w/ its crime. Four Justices (White, Blackmun, Stevens, & Marshall) dissented and argued that the standard should be strict proportionality, meaning that a punishment should be fit the crime.

Guess what the Supreme Court decided in Ewing?
* Scalia and Thomas: Eighth Amendment doesn't have a proportionality requirement.
* O'Connor (writing the opinion of the Court), Chief Justice Rehnquist, Kennedy: Eighth Amendment has a gross disproportionality standard.
* Stevens, Souter, Ginsberg, and Breyer: Eighth Amendment has a strict proportionality requirement.

. . . ?

Aaaaaarrrrrrgggggggghhhhhhhhh!!!!!!! THAT'S THE SAME FREAKING' THING THEY DECIDED THIRTEEN YEARS AGO IN HARMELIN!!!!!!! grrr . . . . .

Sigh . . . anyway, just had to get this disappointment off my chest. I will have to look @ both decisions in detail to prep for my oral argument on March 27. But I'm not looking forward to any of it (not that I did before).

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[1] Moot Court's requirement that you have 10 or less errors on your final brief. Sounds easy but the Supreme Court and the CA Supreme Court are incredibly anal about format. Citation errors are a big no-no of course, but we can get errors for things such as spacing or dots in the Table of Contents not lining up.

[2] Lockyer v. Andrade
Opinion Below: 270 F.3d 743 (2001).
Supreme Ct: 2003 U.S. LEXIS 1950

[3] Technically, Andrade received two life sentences of 25 years each to run consecutively.

[4] Ewing v. CA
Supreme Ct: 2003 U.S. LEXIS 1952

[5] Harmelin v. Michigan, 501 U.S. 957 (1990).

[6] A plurality decision is a five-four split between the Justices. Legally, plurality decisions are annoying b/c they show such dissension w/i the Court that it's hard to extract a rule. (As if it were easy to find the rule otherwise . . . HA!)
 

Troglodyte

Appreciative Observer
#40
"Okay"

Reading the off-topic forum thread on height makes me thinking longingly of Gusano. He's 6'2" and I'm ~5'1". I used to be "into" really tall guys when I was younger; but (before I met Gusano), I thought it'd be perfect to have a guy close to my height. That way we'd be close to eye-level when standing up--a personal level which one normally would only be able to achieve horizontally w/ one's lover.

Anyway, thinking of Gusano reminded of me this past weekend. He went to a club w/ a (predominately male) bunch of his work friends. They invited me but I was trying to finish my moot court brief (damn you, Supreme Court! I am still bitter about your fucked-up "opinion" in Andrade/Ewing!). Even if I didn't have any schoolwork, I'd have found an excuse not to go. If I'm by myself, I'm ~1/2 the time okay w/ how I look, ~1/4 of the time pleased w/ my looks, and ~1/4 of the time disgusted w/ myself. If I went to a club where teensy, cute, sexxy, young chicks in tight clothing and fuck-me shoes are flitting around shaking their sweet asses . . . well, I'd probably just walk in front of a MUNI. Clubs are no place for fat, ugly chicks who can't dress and can't dance. So, to summarize, I lack just a tad bit of confidence in my physical appearance and going to a club (where it's ALL about looks) would just be too much for me @ this point.

On an intellectual level, I trust Gusano completely. I know that he loves me and that he would never (purposely) hurt me. But, on an emotional level, I am very needy and insecure. I always thought I was a strong, independent woman who didn't need to be w/ any guy. (At least that was my excuse while I was single for 24 years. :p ) So, finding out how insecure I really am in a relationship was a surprise for me.

While Gusano was @ the club (just about 10 blocks from my studio), my cell phone rang ~12:30am and his cell caller ID popped up. I got all excited and happy seeing that he called. But when I picked up (w/ a chirpy, "Hi Honey!), all I could hear was party noises. I screamed "Hello?" a few times but I couldn't make out anything. So, I figured that maybe his cell phone accidentally dialed my number while it was in his pocket and I hung up, mad and jealous that he was having fun w/o me.

About an hour later, my cell rings again w/ Gusano's caller ID showing. This time, I could make out a faint, "I love you!"
Troglodyte: "What?"
Gusano: "I llloooovvvveeeeee you!!!"
Troglodyte: "What?!?"
Gusano: "I just wanted to call to say 'I love you!'"
Troglodyte: "Are you okay?"
<line disconnects>

I'm confused (what's going on?), amused (just how drunk is he?), happy (yay! he's thinking of me while he's out clubbing w/ his friends), suspicious (hmmm . . . did he just do something bad? was that a guilty "I love you?!?"). But mainly, amused and happy.

Later (~2am) he calls for directions b/c he's spending the night @ my studio rather than going back to his place ~30 miles away. He's out of the club so it's quiet and I can hear how drunk he is. The most telling clue was when he blurted out on the phone, in the car full of his co-workers/friends, "You're going to get fucked so hard when I get there." :bleagh: I mean, Gusano and I have a pretty active and satisfying sex life; but we rarely talk about it w/ or in front of other ppl. For me, I don't b/c (1) it's nobody's business, (2) it's private, (3) ppl don't see me as a sexual being and I like keeping that aspect of me hidden like a special surprise, and (4) I don't want to gross anybody out.

Gusano's friends drop him off @ my place a few minutes later and I go out to meet him and walk him in my bldg. He's almost staggering drunk and smells sickly sweet from all the booze. I'm glad he's here but I'm also kind of surprised to see how turned-off I am by his state of inebriation. There was a time (ah . . . college . . . .) where I associated only the smell of drunk and smoky guys w/ making-out/petting/kissing/etc. :p

Gusano insists on declaring his love for me. And I reply w/ my usual, nonchalant "okay." (Yeah, I realize it's kind of rude and mean, but I haven't figured out a good response to "I love you" yet. I hate "I love you too" b/c it feels like a prompted response even if it's true. So usually I just reply "okay" or "good." **If anybody has a good response to "I love you" (or suggestions on what else *not* to say) I'd love to hear them.**) This time, he wouldn't let me get away w/ my usual reply. He was very earnest and determined that I understandd his love for me. I *know* that he loves me--even when my evil side likes to whisper otherwise sometimes--but it really is hard to take seriously when it's coming from somebody who's too hammered to stand w/o swaying.

He explains that he tried to tell me in the first phone call (so it *was* an intentional call) but I hung up on him and he was very sad. And he tells me that he called me in front of his co-worker, François who's here temporarily from France. By the second phone call, François says, "Fuck it!" and also dials up his wife back home. :D The other friends just laughed @ him.

How can I not love this guy who brags that he's pussy-whupped? :rolleyes:
 
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