Too Tired, if this is incoherent I apologize

Apparently I have no time to update. I've been busy procrastinating. In fact, I just read an article in the New Yorker about procrastination in order to procrastinate doing work. How's that for meta? Then it just made me feel really bad about myself - it still didn't really motivate me to do the work that I should be doing.

BDP and Emma came in last Friday for the Rally to Restore Sanity, which was a smashing success to the tune of 200,000+ people. The signs were pretty great. For some reason my personal favorite was a counter to "The Rent Is too Damn High" which said "The Rent Is Proportional to Supply and Demand." But there were tons of great ones. The rally itself was amusing and fun. I have never been in a crowd that large before. The general tenor of the crowd was very civil, perhaps surprisingly so. There was no pushing and shoving, only cooperation and humor. It was all quite...sane. The performances themselves were varied, I'm sad that Kid Rock only did some crappy song that no one's ever heard before instead of doing that crappy song that everyone's heard. The Roots were great, Ozzy Osbourne was there (!!), and Stewart and Colbert were good times. There's probably more to that, but it's all too much to write down now. The only downside is that I got a sunburn on half of my face. I was standing in the sun for like 5 hours, I am fair-skinned, and I did not anticipate a need for sunblock (it being October 30th and all, not July 30th).

Halloween night ended well - with Ben Sandler at Ben's Chili Bowl (note: Ben's Chili Bowl is in no way associated with Ben Sandler, they both just happen to be named Ben. Sandler is in no way that I am aware of responsible for the ownership of Ben's Chili Bowl). That came after a really weird house party that I am still unclear as to why I was in attendance. I'm going to blame Alena because she's an easy target, not having a blog of her own to respond with and likely not even reading this one. Sucka.

While I'm mentioning people, I should say that the night before the rally I had the pleasure of seeing Caitlin and Molly. They are like Sister Sister with a few large differences...like they are not twins and do not have a television show. Other than that no differences come to mind (I am colorblind!). Sorry, I am really tired. I just wanted to update so it doesn't go a week with no news and my loyal readers (ha! what a joke) are not concerned that I have been picked up and shipped to Gitmo.

No political commentary about the election presently - I am too angry. Except to say that the state of Kentucky has elected a man who believes the Civil Rights Act of 1964 to be unconstitutional. Let's all reflect on that.

And Another Thing

It got to 78 degrees here and was so humid that the rain storm didn't do anything to make the air feel better. The humidity has kept me awake for three straight nights - it doesn't help that the heat is turned on in my building. It is late October, what is going on here?? This place is not civilized. My New England sensibilities are offended.

Tales From Real Law School:

I spent 3 hours tonight trying to figure out the correct way to cite 3 similar statutes. In the end, I just resigned myself to the fact that there is no rule in the guide that is exactly on point and threw in my best guess. To recap: 3 hours, 3 citations, no correct answer. Tales from real law school.

I met a 1L tonight. She said she loved law school. She asked me and another 2L how we felt about it. We looked at each other and laughed in her face. "Wait until exams," said the 2L next to me. "I just cannot picture having fun learning about subject matter jurisdiction," I added, incredulously. The 1L cocked her head quizzically to the side to tell me that she had no idea what subject matter jurisdiction was. Exactly. That's why you love law school. I encouraged her to keep enjoying it for now, then reassured her that I thought she was crazy.

Underlining. More Underlining.

My blogging has been severely injured by my actually getting down to business and doing work. Doing work makes much of my life consist of staring at some nonsense in a book and underlining things that seem important so that I may promptly forget them. I got frustrated enough with this process the other day that I actually yelled at my Admin casebook. Just me sitting at my desk with no one around shouting "Oh come on! No one cares!"

The only "interesting part" of "doing work" has been cite checking and substantiating sources for an article at the behest of my journal. The process basically requires me to look through the author's sources, check that she didn't just make up her facts, and then correct her citations. It's busy work (but necessary so we don't get slammed for academic integrity issues) and I am beginning to think that this author never actually went to law school based on how badly she managed to screw up the citation style. But that's really not my big qualm. Someone else was responsible for "source collection" - gathering together copies of the sources the author used. I have been assigned 18 citations to check, consisting of 16 sources. 5 of the sources I am supposed to be looking at were collected incorrectly. 5 of 16. Almost one third. Like, they are just blatantly not the source in the citation. Security Resolution 827 was cited; Resolution 857 was collected and given to me. Guys, 2s and 5s look kind of similar, but come on we are in 18th grade. Another mistake was printing out the wrong statute. Just clearly not the correct one - different number, different name, different everything. This was unhelpful to say the least and it requires me to look like a whiny moron when I have to relate the information to my editor. Whoever collected these sources must be joking. I don't have time for this. No time!

Why does ice cream make you thirsty?

I was relating a story about petting a dog on Saturday night after I left a bar. In the middle of talking about the dog I realized that this occurred around 2 am. Why was this lady out walking her dog at 2 am? And why was I still awake with my night not nearly over? Because we all make poor decisions is why. I don't know exactly what her bad decision was, but mine was playing beer dice.

I Recommend the youtube video "So you want to go to law school"

My goodness, how is it Wednesday already? I have been trying to buckle down, go into 'hermit mode' and get work done this week. Somehow I just feel like I'm treading water. It could be worse, I could be slipping. It helps that Con Law is the slowest thing ever. If we moved more slowly in that class, time would move backwards. And Admin is becoming as dry as a saltine. I wish I could report people saying stupid things in these classes, but really no one talks; no one even pays much attention. It is embarrassing how many computer screens are on gchat or the Wikipedia page for Sega.

I am still not sure what I am going to be for Halloween. Who really cares? I don't want to spend lots of money on an "awesome" costume. You can really only use it once (maybe reuse it on Purim if you are one of the chosen people). The only good reason to have a costume is so that other people won't harass you for not dressing up. I think I've mostly used up my cop-out costumes (like throwing on my old Starbucks apron), so unless I think of another one, I might be forced to branch out into the world of 'real' costumes. There's an earn of corn costume at Target, think that will go over well?

The bluebook is quite possibly the most frustrating book ever. More frustrating than "Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man." In case you don't go to law school or are not inexplicably well versed in legal writing, the bluebook is a style guide to legal citations. Just the description should give you an idea of how poor it is. I am spending a lot of time with this masterpiece of a book. Thanks journal.

Law Ego, big time

I have heard tell of people who work in biglaw being pretentious jerks, but I never saw it until last night. I was at the bar for a friend's birthday. A woman who apparently knows one of my friends started talking to me:
Her: You are all law students, right?
Me: Yeah. How did you know that?
Her: I just know.
Me: How? Did you overhear a conversation?
Her: I'm omnipotent.
Me: I think you mean omniscient.
[I'd like to pause here and note that this interaction began with her vocabulary gaffe. I will add that I was actually polite about this entire conversation, for once.]
Her: So what kind of law do you want to do?
Me: It looks like energy law.
Her: Oh, I work for the number three energy lawyer in the country.
Me: Oh, that's cool.
Her: Yeah, you want to be on my good side.
Me: Ummm, ok...?
Her: Yeah, I work at Steptoe and Johnson for the number three energy lawyer in the country. He's my boss. [Then she said the names of some lawyers I've never heard of which I do not remember.]
Me: Oh, nice. That's really cool.
Her: Yeah, you want to be my friend.
Me: I'm sorry, I'm really not trying to suck up to you...I don't need...like I already have a job, so it's all good. And your firm already rejected me, haha.
Her: What's your GPA?
Me: What? Why? I'm not...I don't...
Her: What is it??
Me: [Tells her, perhaps stupidly.]
Her: Oh we probably wouldn't take you. We are all 4.0. Haha.
Me: Ok, well...???
Then she walked away and started talking about me angrily to her friend. I really have no idea why. No lie, I was very polite to her this entire time. That might be hard to believe, but take m word for it. I was very conscious of her bad attitude in the face of my pleasantries.
Besides her blatant insecurity and need to prove how important she was, I have questions about this interaction. Is she a lawyer, or is she a paralegal or secretary? I'm not sure how often lawyers refer to their "boss." I feel like they would talk about a partner they work with or their managing partner. Also, she had this massive superiority complex, but the entire thing started out with correcting her vocabulary. Finally, Steptoe is a good firm, but it isn't #1 in the country or anything. Her arrogance was simply stunning.
I asked my friend about this woman, and apparently she runs a health blog. That is ironic. How to put this lightly...her ego matches her physique. She went on to sexually harass Jeff (who was in town and it was fantastic to see). It got to the point where Jeff, a very laid back individual who does not mind female attention, had to tell her not to touch him. If I ever act as arrogantly as this woman, just kill me.

When I eat apple sauce I feel like I am five. But it is delicious.

Tonight I went to a Washington Capitols game. It was my first professional hockey game since I was about seven, but that one previous game made me a grizzled veteran compared with the other people I went with. Despite all my live hockey experience, I still had to resort to discussing "Mighty Ducks" with my friends. I did have the good sense to do that in a hushed voice so that the enthusiastic hockey fans (also read: screaming white people in hockey jerseys) would not know of my relative ignorance of the sport. The game was fun, for an inside sporting event, and I got to see Ovechkin score a goal so there was my money's worth. I was amazed at the high percentage of people who had hockey jerseys on. Those things are expensive and...it's hockey. But apparently people are passionate about the Capitols. Remember that time there was a hockey strike and no one I knew cared?

I've been hungry a lot recently, and I have no idea why. Maybe I am not getting enough of something. If I knew anything about nutrition then maybe that might help me be more descriptive. Protein maybe? That's a thing that makes you not so hungry I believe. Then again, so is pizza. My desert island food might be pizza.
Making food has become somewhat of an onerous task. You have to think about what you want, make it, eat it, and clean up. Sometimes I think it's just easier to walk to Subway. Then I remember I do not like Subway very much and it is far more expensive than just making basically the same sandwich with grocery store ingredients. Maybe the answer to some of this problem is purchasing paper plates so I don't have to wash my dishes? Wow, how lazy can I get?? Not to mention environmentally unfriendly. I think a better answer is to find new, interesting, and delicious things to cook. And to find my motivation. I think it is with Waldo.

News flash: 7:45 remains too early to pay attention in class.

Stupid person of the day: Me, for accidentally holding the door for the girl I don't like. Stupid manners getting in the way of vindictiveness. I dislike her for somewhat legitimate reasons though: she stole one of my screening interviews during OCI, she is inconsiderate when I have to walk past her seat in a narrow row of chairs, and she is ugly. All that and I still was accidentally nice to her.