Update
Ok. If Tyler can update every once in a while, I can too.
-Finals start this week - I have my first one tomorrow! Consider this a miracle that I'm taking 2 minutes to update my blog, rather than read about the provisions under 28 U.S.C. 1391, as pertaining to venue.
-Recently I found a new love - Chuck Norris jokes. If I'm online, chances are I have an away message pertaining to the Chuck Norris fact of the day. HILARIOUS. I'd like to thank my cousin David for introducing me to them at T-day.
-Oh yeah, I had a great T-day. It was really the first time all us cousins realized that we were old enough to hang out together and go to a hookah bar. It was trippy for little Joshie and David to inhale the hookah better than I could, but then it was even trippier to realize that I was talking to Josh about his college plans.
-Law school is hard. But luckily, I seriously have 3 of the bestest roomies to get each other through it. All the work could drive a person insane, and my roomies and I keep each other focused, grounded, and in about 2 weeks - DRUNK cause we goin' to Vegas the day after our last final!
-VEGAS BABY! December 17 - me, 2 of my roomies, and Schultzy are hittin the road. And a couple of my U of A buddies are going to be out there at the same time. OOOOOOO, I can't wait!!!
-Vegas trip #2 is coming up for Alana's 21st bday in January. If you wanna come, let me know, I'll give you the details. Fun times to be had by all. Expect many sorostitutes in attendance.
-I get to have lunch with the Bellas and Mark this week! Because someone's coming into town to visit someone else... Matchmaker, matchmaker make me a match...
-Sometimes I miss NYC. But then, I walk outside, where it's about 65 degrees, look at the Pacific Ocean, inhale, realize that it's fresh air and not trash that I'm smelling, and say to myself... you can take the girl out of California, but you can't take the California out of the girl. It's good to be home. And tan.
-There are certain things I miss about NYC - not having to worry about who's driving to the bar, how much ass I got last year, bars being open until 4 am, Central Park in the fall, seasons in general.... but I remind myself of the stuff I missed last year:
- My doggies
- My family
- Friends
- Sun
- Tanning
- Yummy healthy food
- In-N-Out
- Coffee Bean
- Mexican food
- Not needing a coat in December... or ever really
- USC football
- U of A basketball
-I miss NYC people. I was going to visit winter break, but between jury duty, trying to get into the Rose Bowl, and saving my money for Europe this summer, it ain't gonna happen. So, you people will have to come out here. Think about it - you can go to the beach in January.
-To the following people: Lindsinator, Emily, Lauri, and a bunch of other people... I'm sorry, I owe you a phone call, and I swear, you will hear from me December 20th.
-And to close out - FIGHT ON FOR OLD SC! My daddy's alma mater and Alana's school made it to the Rose Bowl!!! YEAH BABY! And hopefully I can get a ticket somewhere...
-Seriously, the Pac-10 should drop out of the BCS. Oregon, whose only loss was to USC, got shut out of a good bowl, while Ohio State and Notre Dame, who had 2 losses, got the good ones. The Pac-10 deserves respect - after all, everyone said that USC wouldn't beat OU last year in the Orange Bowl, and that was a whooping. We finished with 3 teams in the top 25, and still everyone says that the other leagues are better. Whatever, dude.
-Basketball season is here... which means that U of A will once again DOMINATE. Bear down, baby!
FIGHT ON!
Holy crap... those last minutes were the most intense minutes of NCAA football I've ever seen!
LEAVE NO DOUBT, #1 BABY!
Update...
Since the Red Sox just got swept out of the playoffs (which means that both my teams - the Yanks and the Halos did better than they did), I figured I should post. That and the Lindsinator texted me saying that I should, and since I think she's awesome, I will.
-Did I mention the Red Sox suck? Yes, I have a goofy grin on my face as I write this.
-As I previously stated, I have 2 great loves - the Angels and the Yankees. This week has been very reflective for me, since it's like choosing between two children. Sophie's Choice for baseball, if you will. Therefore, rather than focusing on who to root for, I'm going to focus on the fact that they both won their divisions, and that they both already outlasted the Red Sox!
-Speaking of the Red Sox sucking, Tyler came to mind. Next Friday I'll be playing in an all-law school poker tourney, and my Contracts Prof will be playing as well. Time to see if all that poker playing in Astoria paid off!
-Tomorrow my roomie and I are headed down to South Central for the USC/U of A game. My dad has season tix this year (him being an alum and all), and both my sisters will be there (Jess and I went to U of A, and Al goes to USC). I'll be supporting my 'Cats... but secretly looking forward to watching 'SC win so that they can keep their #1 ranking. Plus I'm looking forward to raiding the bookstore with the roomie, and since the two of us and Al are all members of the same sorority, we will be visiting that house. Ahhh, reliving the good ole days!
-Everyone keeps asking me how law school is going. It's going well - I go to one of the few schools that has midterms (which have no real bearing on our grade), which I like. Sure, it's added work, but it makes sure that I start outlining early and stay on top of everything! It's a lot of work, and you can find me in the library 6-7 days a week, but the subject matter is pretty interesting, it's a great challange, and I'm making some great friends!
-Bella has been going through some tough times recently... but hopefully we found a way for her to come out here for some much needed time away from it all. Plus some Bella/Deja time never hurt (until you wake up 3 hours later wondering what the hell happened...)!
-Plans are in motion for a law school buddies weekend in Vegas following our last final... and it looks like we'll be living it up at the Venetian! CANT WAIT!
Back to studying, keep it real homeys! I swear, I will reemerge in December!
Celeb Sightings Thus Far
Note: This only counts since I started school here. Mischa Barton, John McCain, Tom Brokaw, Denzel Washington, and some others aren't counted here.
Brad Pitt
Angelina Jolie
Adrien Brody
Jeremy Piven
Ken Starr (well, he's the dean...)
Great Moments in Public Safety
So I just came back from a meeting regarding what to do in case of emergency (I'm in an on-campus apartment complex in Malibu). I go thinking "this is a good idea, there are earthquakes, fires, winds, mudslides, and a bunch of other of the 10 plagues in Malibu." Plus after my last "in case of emergency meeting" which took place in NYC, I try to take these seriously.
I'm greeted by a fireman who isn't helping out with the Katrina aftermath because he missed his flight (sorry, I found that a little humorous). He proceeds to calm our nerves about living in what will soon be Atlantis by telling us that the LA area is expecting an earthquake above a 7.0 any time now, and that we are overdue for a good fire season by 2 years.
He then tells us about how well our buildings are built, in case of evacuation which parking lot to gather in, etc. etc. etc. In the middle of this he tells us what to bring in case of emergency. A box full of (in order that he said them) books, flashlight, radio, changes of clothes, and toiletries. Yes, in case there is a wildfire in Malibu, take a flammable box filled with your heavy, flammable law school books, go to an outdoor parking lot, and enjoy inhaling the smoke.
But I do feel safe - LA County apparently uses our campus as it's staging area, so the helicopters, fire trucks, and other emergency stuff will be on campus. At least if I go down in a blaze, I got some of LA's finest along for the ride.
As for evacuation (which was my first plan - load up the car and get my ass to my parent's house), that was recommended against. Why? Because there are 2 major roads that will take you out of Malibu - Pacific Coast Hwy and Malibu Canyon Road. Both are curvy roads that are surrounded by hills, plants, and rocks. So the hills and rocks would fall on your car, and the plants will catch fire.
Oh, the price to pay to live down the street from Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie. Who I saw at Starbucks, but that's another story.
Why I don't do mornings
This morning, I decided to make coffee before Civ Pro. I spooned out the instant coffee, filled up the water part, and turned on the machine. Too bad I forgot to close the filter section, and had hot water spill all over my counter.
It has come down to me needing to have coffee in order to function enough to make coffee. Yay, law school!
I miss NYC...
From blogthings.com:
You know you're from New York City When...
You say "the city" and expect everyone to know that this means Manhattan.
You have never been to the Statue of Liberty or the Empire State Building.
You can get into a four-hour argument about how to get from Columbus Circle to Battery Park at 3:30 on the Friday before a long weekend, but can't find Wisconsin on a map.
Hookers and the homeless are invisible.
The subway makes sense.
You believe that being able to swear at people in their own language makes you multi-lingual.
You've considered stabbing someone just for saying "The Big Apple".
The most frequently used part of your car is the horn.
You call an 8' x 10' plot of patchy grass a yard.
You see nothing odd about the speed of an auctioneer's speaking.
You're paying $1,200 for a studio the size of a walk-in closet and you think it's a "steal."
You've been to New Jersey twice and got hopelessly lost both times.
You go to dinner at 9 and head out to the clubs when most Americans are heading to bed.
Your closet is filled with black clothes.
You pay $5 without blinking for a beer that cost the bar 28 cents.
You take fashion seriously.
Being truly alone makes you nervous.
You have 27 different menus next to your telephone.
You've gotten jaywalking down to an art form.
You take a taxi to get to your health club to exercise.
Your idea of personal space is no one actually standing on your toes. $50
You have a minimum of five "worst cab ride ever" stories.
You don't notice sirens anymore.
Your doorman is Russian, your grocer is Korean your deli man is Israeli, your building super is Italian, your laundry guy is Chinese, your favorite bartender is Irish, your favorite diner owner is Greek, the watchseller on your corner is Senegalese, your last cabbie was Pakistani, your newsstand guy is Indian and your favorite falafel guy is Egyptian.
You're suspicious of strangers who are actually nice to you.
You secretly envy cabbies for their driving skills.
You consider eye contact an act of overt aggression.
You run when you see a flashing "Do Not Walk" sign at the intersection.
There is no North and South. It's uptown or downtown.
When you're away, you miss "real" pizza and "real" bagels. You
You're not in the least bit interested in going to Times Square on New Year's Eve.
You know what a bodega is.
Someone bumps into you, and you check for your wallet.....
You cringe at hearing people pronounce Houston St. like the city in Texas.
Film crews on your block annoy you, not excite you.
Chronicles of a Jdater #2
Learning about legal citations is just as much fun as “fellating a curling iron.” Tucker v. Max, 123 P.1d 123 (Ill. 2001).
So, instead, I will write out my thoughts on an important subject – I joined jdate again. Sigh.
Maybe it was out of desperation, or at the insistence of my mom, but I figured why not? It had been a good 5 years since I lived in California, so it couldn’t hurt to meet more people (boys) in the area.
Before I launch into my experience, I should give you, the 5 people who read my blog, a little blurb about what I’m looking for in the perfect guy. With the fact that I had essentially been away from my parents since I was 18 (college then NYC), I am a pretty independent person and normally am not compatible with what I call “sissy-ass momma’s boys who can’t grow a pair and do something on their own.” I need a guy who I am compatible with, who doesn’t have better hair or clothes than me (NO metrosexuals), and who I can just have fun with. Yeah, I like to go out, and just because I’m in a relationship that doesn’t mean that it’ll stop. My ideal guy goes out with me… case in point, B and I had some really great nights out with his friends, doing jager bombs, ending up at strip clubs, etc. I need a guy who likes to have a good time, all the while having similar goals in life.
So I sign on jdate. I start looking at the guys aged 23-27, living within 40 miles of Malibu, with photos. Some were not cute at all, some were marginally cute, and some were friggin hot.
I clicked on what seemed to be a vast sea of profiles, and found a little drop. Most of these guys were living with mommy, and vowed never to leave Southern California. Now, I agree that SoCal is a great place to live, and I am proud of my roots, but without an understanding of the outside world, how can you possibly relate to a girl who has a deep love and appreciation for living all across the country?
I received emails from a couple guys. I proceeded to throw up a little in my mouth after seeing their ages (38 year old? Sorry pops, my man needs a full head of hair). Some gentlemen under the age of 30 emailed me and we exchanged AIM names.
One IM lead to a discussion of my family history because he thought that this is a fascinating topic and a great icebreaker. While I love my family and its history, I’d rather not discuss how my family was the poor, the tired, the huddled masses that went through Ellis Island like most Jews in this country. It’s about as unique as fake boobs in Malibu.
Guy #2 emails me. I kid you not, this is part of the verbatim conversation:
HIM: i have a good icebreaker
ME: what is it? why am i a little scared?
HIM: we could roleplay a scene to see each other's creativity/imagination
ME: how exactly?
HIM: online
HIM: ill come up with a premise
HIM: and we act it out
ME: ok
HIM: let me think of a premise....
HIM: how about this...
HIM: I want you, you want me, but you want all the power, so you use a form of magic on me, slowly shrinking me to the size of a doll, and as i get smaller, the power shifts to you and I have to do whatever you say. (As the girl, im sure you'll love this :-) )
ME: ummm, i'm not sure what's going on
HIM: that's the premise of the scene we act out
HIM: want me to start?
ME: sure
HIM: I come over wearing khakis, black shoes, black belt, silk maroon boxers, and a maroon button down shirt, and you?
I proceed to block him because he’s a sick, sick man, and HE IMS ME ON ANOTHER SCREENAME. He tells me that it was his friend, blah blah blah, so I decide (being the all-forgiving person I am) to give him a second shot. We start talking, and he pieces together that he met my sister on jdate. I freak out, realizing that since the pool out here isn’t great, chances are my sister at one point in time met a couple guys that I would be interested in. I tell him nicely that I have reading to do and I should get to bed (when really I’m thinking what a desperate loser for proceeding to hit on me despite the fact that he knows my sister), and sign off.
Yesterday I sign online as a bit of a break before I do some reading. He IMs me. I close the IM. He IMs me again. And again. I block his name (hey, I don’t want to deal with this, I have more important things to do like talk to my roomie about going to the USC/U of A game in October).
So, like any loser who’s primary social life revolves around the concoction of symbols and letters “.com,” he IMs me from a different name. He asks me over and over again if my sister told me not to im him, on the threat that “She might be losing a friend.”
At this point, my patience is really worn. I’m trying to read now, this guy is a LOSER so I could care less, and I’m tuned into CNN watching what looks like a bad Bruce Willis movie.
I proceed to tell him very diplomatically that I am not interested in a guy that he seems like an upstanding individual (skeezy internet stalker), that although he doesn’t seem like a desperate loser in any way, shape, or form, I wish him all the best in the future.
Ok, maybe I didn’t, but I think he got the point that I’m not interested. I hope I didn’t shatter what’s left of this poor guy’s self esteem. Then again, he’s an internet poker player, so I’m not too worried that he is a little delusional.
