May 9th, 2010
Stella and I are holed up at Starbucks studying for finals.
My international tax law exam is self-scheduled. I may take it tomorrow. Possibly, maybe.
I will finish my outline for Wednesday’s corporate tax law exam tonight and see if I need more than one day to prepare. I think I just need to force myself to take these self-scheduled exams early lest I focus on too many irrelevant/obscure things. I think 80% of finals prep is a waste of time, so I am trying (desperately) to be more efficient.
…and crazy “reads aloud in foreign languages” hobo is here. He’s usually at the Purple Onion but decided to make a guest appearance at Starbucks to distract us. He was reading in Arabic, now he’s reading aloud in Italian, and we are pretty sure he doesn’t speak either language. I don’t know what’s going on, but after a few more hours in the treasury regulations I might start speaking in tongues too…
Oh, and Starbucks had “happy hour” today, which meant half-priced beverages and a line that stretched outside of the door for the better part of 2 hours:
The undergrads couldn’t chase me down for snickering and taking their picture because they didn’t want to lose their place in line. Hah! This happy-hour promotion goes all week, so I will have a captive audience for when I snap and start reading tax regs aloud. Buhaha…
March 29th, 2009
Stella and I went to the clubhouse this weekend and got sat on by a 400 pound Cher!
Pictures (and video!) of the hilarity after the jump. NOTE: not school/work appropriate. Continue reading “400-pound Cher” »
February 15th, 2009
Everything is funny right now. I might be delusional from my 7-hour fees committee meeting and two hours of Civil Procedure reading…but I suspect not.
What’s so funny? Well, Stella and I are at the Purple Onion Cafe, and the guy in line at the register is saying this to his female friend (verbatim):
Guy in Line: “Do you just not shower? Is that how your hair gets so nice? It’s cute. I think it’s cute. IT’S CUTE!”
I snicker about this and then read the following hypo in my book:
“Would it have made a difference if the product that exploded had been a toaster that the defendant also manufactured and distributed only in the Northeast?”
I think things have reached that point where it’s best to close the book and walk away…
January 1st, 2009
So what happened in 2008?
I graduated from college. During my last semester I did everything from bowling…
…to exploring haunted missile bases/ insane asylums.
There were also trips to the clubhouse (South Beach, Little Havana, Wilton Manors, etc.)
Continue reading “Miami to Minneapolis: Best Year Ever” »
October 4th, 2008
This week passed quickly. Here are some things I forgot to post…
The best thing ever (for the week) was the Little Dutch Boy. The Little Dutch Boy is this old guy that’s always at the clubhouse. He has this awful straw-weave thing going on. Paige and Erik posed near him.
Oh my goodness…and we made fun of Brit-Brit’s weave…
Mall of America with Stella. The mannequins in Forever 21 were in extremely odd poses.
Then there was Chino Latino… which was Erik’s idea. The coolest thing there was a drink (called the Orgasmo or something) which came in a pineapple!
Hm? What else? There was Pi Bar with Paige. The first cab driver we had was sort of sketchy… he spent the entire time talking on the phone in…Somali? In this creepy voice like “I’m gon’ kill these bitches…”
After we were done with Pi and waiting outside for a cab, a guy came up to us and offered to share his cab to the 19 Bar. I politely told him “No, we are going to Saloon”…
…from the Cab his chubby-female-sidekick screamed, “HAVE FUN STARING AT LITTLE BOYS!”
And heh. She was right. They had a twink-tastic underwear fashion show. Uck.
Oh, and then there was…uh… this.
Hm.
September 19th, 2008
Yesterday, my housemate and I walked into CivPro and got our laptops out.
My housemate’s screen flashed blue and then went black.
WINDOWS: ERROR 10123THOUARTSCREWED.
We exchanged “oh shit” looks and she tried to avoid drawing the prof’s attention during her silent panic.
She restarted her computer and got the, “Hi. Your computer sucks. Do you want to start Windows in Safety Mode?” screen. (Which, for a Mac Girl, must have been equally scary, but her laptop started successfully this time.)
While this was going on, I imagined losing all of my notes. BLEH. My gag reflex kicked in. I’ve been told to “backup, backup, backup!” about a dozen times, but I needed that moment of vicarious horror to actually do so:
That evening at Dunnhouse, the first thing I did was unwrap the flashdrive that I received during orientation, and backed up all of my OneNote files and class notes. Whew.
Now that I’m backed up the blue screens can bring it! Come see about D. Jansen. I stay two doors over…
(Haha, and yes that was a B.Scott reference)
September 6th, 2008
Yes, the law fraternity has parties.
I played DJ.
The best part of the night was when the Irish exchange students walked up to me, fists balled, and screamed “RIVERDANCE!”
And they did, indeed Riverdance.
“RIVERDANNNNCE!”
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