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Thursday, May 26, 2005

Today I have "off" from bar study (which means I don't have to go in to school and jam down notes frantically with my poor weak computer hands, but do have a shit load of practice problems). This week we worked on Criminal Law, which is a funny bar topic because the examiners test on common law crimes.

The deal with common law crimes is this: When we separated from England, the whole country was a blank slate, and thus had no law of its own. So we just imported the law of England as it was in the late 1700s, and this became our "common law." Today, in the criminal area, every state has statutes that fix up this anachronistic law with all sorts of spiffy stuff, so no state follows common law crimes. Since every state has different criminal law, the bar examiners (I'm starting to picture them as looking like the bad guys from Krypton in Superman, and oh, how I'd love to send them out into space, trapped into that groovy squarish/diamondish thing) test on common law. So as I do these problems, I start to feel like the purpose of this portion of the exam is to punish you for actually knowing anything about criminal law as it exists today. And I mutter crankily. And picture flinging these folks out into space jail, trapped in the 2nd dimension.

Friday, May 20, 2005

I haven't been able to get a handle on the weather this week. We've had bright blue skies and sun, interspersed with dark clouds and pounding rain. I walked down to the grocery and it was a beautiful perfect day. Now, just minutes after returning the clouds have rolled in and it's actually thundering. Probably will get some hard rain soon. But as soon as I go into rainy day mode (coffee/book/blanket/hide-a-bed), the sun is going to come out and the day will say "Come enjoy me before you're up to your ears in bar shit."

Tuesday, May 17, 2005

Well it finally happened. I took Jude out for a bike ride today and he tried to kill me. We were pedaling along nicely when he suddenly stopped, and then shot off for the side walk, ripping the leash out of my hands and landing me on the cold hard ground. I think I got off pretty lucky-nothing is bleeding and I managed to corral the wild beast. Still, I have the feeling that walking is going to be very difficult tommorrow, and it will take a while to pick the gravel out of my poor, unprotected hands. On the plus side, all my toenails are firmly inside my toes, so it could've been worse.

Monday, May 16, 2005

Well, I've finished up all of my exams, so I'm officially done with law school. I don't quite feel it yet-I just feel this vaguely disconnected sense that I should be doing something. Having time to myself is still novel enough to be satisfying. I just want my grades and I'll be on my way, thanks.

I spent the most wonderful weekend in Long Beach, WA. J and I rented a little beach house and hung around with Jude, waded in the surf, flew kites, were treated like tourist trash (and thus started acting like tourist trash), and generally lazed about in a happy manner. There were piles of some kind of weird blue jelly-like ocean creature on the beach. We also saw the gulls feasting on the crabs that were lying about, and what we though might be the picked over remains of a sea lion. Jude wanted to eat as much dead sea monster as he could pack in his slobbery maw.

He's pretty funny old boy at the beach. He howls at the ocean-I don't think he quite gets what the deal is. Saturday night I slept like a rock, but J tells me Jude was at the open window, growling at the sound of the ocean. He went wading with me the next day, but he didn't like the occasional wave that got his little behind wet, and he really didn't like the way the ocean sucks sand out from under your feet.

Tuesday, May 10, 2005

I was talking to J the other night about exams and he didn't get why I didn't like multiple choice. I told him I thought it was because I couldn't explain my answers. He said, "Oh, so you're a bullshit artist." I responded, "No, I'm going to be an attorney."

Monday, May 09, 2005

Well, my birthday weekend is over. I spent Saturday morning taking an exam and then fucked around the rest of the weekend, which felt really nice. The downside is I have one more exam, an exam I don't want to take, and have hear nothing but bad things about, and I have no motivation to go in and take it. I was seriously tempted Saturday to just pick the damn thing up and take it-no studying, no tabbing, no materials, nothing. I feel pretty done today, so I'm going to really have to ramp myself up.

My birthday was good-J bought me a beautiful new tv (the old one's volume wouldn't go up all the way, which was annoying when the fan or dishwasher was on) and a dvd player (so we don't spill anything else on my poor laptop). Susan brought me a variety of smelly stuff (smells like happy). And I got myself a fabulous new tattoo for my birthday/graduation gift. It's on the back of my shoulder, so's if you see me walking around braless, I'm not being slutty, I just can't do the straps.

Some people think getting tattooed is very painful. I'm a big pussy about pain, but I kinda like getting tattooed. It pleasantly buzzes. Getting one on the back hurts a bit more than getting one somewhere fatty or muscley. Some parts of the outlining stung a bit on my shoulder bones. Also, this one took a while-about three and a half hours-so when he was doing the last of the coloring my skin was already pretty irritated and not really into getting anymore pricks. But it turned out really well and I can't wait for the scabbies to form and fall off.

Friday, May 06, 2005

I know. I'm "studying." Which is what makes this: https://implicit.harvard.edu/implicit/demo/index.jsp so evil. It's completely fun. I've found out that Harvard researchers think I strongly prefer young people to old, gay people to straight and have no preference for black people or white people. I'm not surprized that I prefer young people to old-I know I have a lurking old folk prejudice that I haven't been able to erradicate. I'm not sure why I would prefer gay people. And I though I'd have some sort of race preference-after all, I am a white american-I know I have some prejudices (but these are mostly centered around the christian right-oh, and old people. And straight people, I guess. Why must I be a self hating straight?).
So, I received an email notice that I'm entitled to shit as part of a class action settlement with BMG. I haven't checked out its legitimacy yet, but glancing at the materials they sent, it is a consumer law claim (unlawful and deceptive trade practices). While I haven't taken the dreaded consumer law final yet, it's always been in the back of my mind. Is this a sign?

Thursday, May 05, 2005

I wish exams were clothing optional-it's so freaking humid in this room, what with 50 other people sweating out adrenalin.
The lovely J picked up my graduation gear today. It is so incredibly hideous. You should see this hat-OMG awful. I've seen the hat on campus boo hoos when they have to wear their fancy academic get up, and thought, "Wow. What a repulsive hat." J, of course, likes the hat. He has terrible hat taste (don't even ask me about his horrible leather hat). The hat doesn't fit at all, and I'm wondering if there are terrible sanctions for going hatless to graduation. Maybe I can just 'forget' to bring it?

The robe is ok, but it's about twice as big as I am and has these huge poofy sleeves. Now that I've seen it, I think commando is the way to go. No wonder I've never seen the graduates wearing their get up at the reception after graduation.

Tuesday, May 03, 2005

My dead soul mates are James Baldwin, Edgar Allen Poe and Vincent VanGough. http://www.biography.com/soulmate/

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