blow me SCOTUS

The Supreme Court is retarded. You can't say segregation is unconstitutional and then keep finding desegregation efforts unconstitutional just because people are still racist and segregate themselves. THAT IS RETARDED.

nostalgia

By this time tomorrow, will be in New Orleans to prepare for the wedding of one of my best friends of all time. It's not even me getting married, and still can't believe this is happening. How did we get here so fast? Seems like only yesterday, we were pitching tents in the backyard, swearing off boys forever and vowing loyalty only to our friends.

Oh wait, for me, that was yesterday, oops.

:-)

:-)

a cranky letter

Dear Cashier,

Hello. If you see me at the grocery store dressed like a total yuppie square, trudging around with my shopping cart at 11:00 pm in 3 inch heels, clearly I did not dress like that just to go for a midnight snack and am actually stopping by on my way home from a realllllllly long work day. And if I couldn't wait till the next day to come, it means I had to buy something absolutely essential, like water or toilet paper, which means I really don't want to be there. So let that be a sign to you next time that I don't want to be asked questions about every single item I am purchasing like, "Oh, microwave dinner, huh? So you live alone and can't cook?" "Oh, People magazine, eh? What's Lindsey Lohan up to these days?" "Why the gum? No time to brush your teeth? Sometimes I don't brush in the morning and just grab some gum, haha." OH MY GOD.

- UB

boys are all talk

So I'm out with three guy friends, watching the UFC tournament (truly the most painful thing I've ever seen), and they're being objectifying and manly, as usual, and laughing at me because I seem bored, and threatening to go to a strip club, which I guess is supposed to be the penultimate form of torture for a girl when she's out with her guy friends. So finally, I said, "Fine, let's go to a strip club!" which was followed by a brief dumbfounded silence and everybody filing into my car somewhat baffledly. We're almost there, when I hear quietly in the back seat, "I don't wanna go to a stripclub..." which led to a conversation (*not* instigated by me) about how it was not a turn-on to watch women objectify themselves to try to make ends meet for themselves and whatever kid they're trying to put through school. So we turned around and went back home.

Inside, I am laughing still.

gasp

oh my god.

i love l.a.

haha

That is the sound of me laughing at myself.

admin exam

:-(

my doodie as a law student

Some people have been perplexed by my away messages on AIM involving doodie. The reason I keep referencing doodie is to practice--this summer, I plan to replace the word "duty" in all of my briefs with "doodie." So obviously I have to practice discussing doodie in a legal context.

On a different note, I am writing my Theory of Law paper on why the law school curriculum is a detriment to the fundamental core of democracy.

evidence

Sometimes I read my papers from college to get inspiration for a paper I'm working on, and that's when I know for sure that since I started law school, I have destroyed so many of my brain cells from too much drinking. Christ, I used to be smart. Now I have to squeeze my brain to follow my own self's train of thought. Don't drink, kids. It just makes bad decisions seem good, and then you hate yourself--you can't take back those dialed calls that appear in your phone the next morning, that person will be back to being unattractive when you wake up, and those gaps in your memory are indications that you did something really bad, like curse at strangers before passing out in your own vomit. Then, all you'll have left to comfort you is the fact that you have too little brain cells to care anymore. No amount of pain-numbing alcohol is worth these consequences.