Gold Card

Today I purchased enough beverages on my Starbucks Card to qualify for a Gold Card. I am awesome. I don't find it problematic at all that I've purchased 30 drinks at Starbucks over the past two and a half months. I'm really saving money since all my extras like syrup and soy are free. And every 15 drinks I buy, I get a free one. Things are fine. "Denial ain't just a river in Egypt." You can't even be addicted to caffeine. It's just psychological. And required among law students.

I finally filed by state taxes. It's a lot more gratifying than it really should be. Now all the administrative work I have to do is filing my bar application. Great. Who wants to write me a recommendation? As far as I can tell the only qualification is that you cannot be a family member. And you can't lie about my criminal record. So you can't say I have one. I would also prefer it is you overlooked some of my indiscretions like anything mentioned on this blog. It's likely only a matter of time until you have to disclose all blogs and social networking sites you operate to the board of bar examiners.
How do you become a member of the board of bar examiners? Do you get paid for that? Seems like an easy job, if a bit sadistic.

My Antitrust professor will now get to review to possible train wreck that is my paper. On the flip side, it could be pretty good. I'm not sure, so I guess that I'm happy to get preliminary feedback on it. It has math in it and an appendix containing graphs and charts! This is some high school stuff, in the way that it is stuff I haven't done since high school. Now I am preparing to be disappointed when I get a comment saying "This is high school-level legal reasoning." Hrm. Upon consideration, that is the comment I would give to my Trust & Estates professor about his class. Can't wait until course evaluation time!

I don't get Google+. Can someone explain why I need one?

You know how homosexuals aren't a protected class? Well I clearly think it is ridiculous. I think that we should give protections to any class that Hitler persecuted. If Hitler hated them, they are doing something right. That's how we should determine things.

The more law school I get through, the angrier I get when I listen to non-lawyers talk about legal issues as if they are totally assured of what they are saying. Most recently prompted by a discussion about Supreme Court justices recusing themselves about the health care case.

Taking Tax was really helpful. I can tell people that lottery winnings are definitely not taxed at a different rate than income from your job. That's just false. It's all income (and then there's capital gains, but let's not get into it). Look at the tax brackets; nothing is taxed even close to 50%

Felonious and Intentional

The Starbuck iPhone app is probably the bougiest thing invented to date.

I'll talk about my current classes soon. But as my grades come back from last semester, I'd like to say they are absolute crap. In both ways. I did better than I should have in some classes and worse in others (namely Pubic Interest Lawyering - a BS class that I still didn't do particularly well in. Why?! I have no idea). At least I finally got my grades. I'm not sure how much they matter at all. But I still have that Type A thing inside of me somewhere driving me to achieve. I blame my upbringing. "Blame."

I have an awful case of senioritis. Or anger. In Trusts and Estates, I completely tuned out for the first 45 minutes of class. That half of class could have been summed up in one sentence. Instead, we spent 45 minutes on a relatively simple case, the Model Probate Code (which only a handful of jurisdictions follow), and pointless hypotheticals. If you were wondering, here is the one sentence explanation: A person may not inherit from someone he killed if the killing was felonious and intentional. Bam - done. Now, felonious and intentional are certainly legal terms of art- but we learned about them first semester 1L year in Criminal Law. Not difficult. This one sentence absolutely did not merit half a class. So I tuned out. From time to time I would remember that I was supposed to be paying attention and tune in, but I only had the attention span to hear half a sentence at a time. I got a lot of dependent clauses in there. Regardless, I missed absolutely nothing.
Honestly, it sort of brought my entire day down. Like Angry Sandwich Lady to Matt Hope, that class messed up my whole day.

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Yesterday morning I walked out of my apartment without my coffee. It was because I had not yet had my coffee that I forgot it. What a vexatious logical loop.

Happy St. Patrick's Day. I'm not Irish, but I'm from Boston, so that half counts, right? It definitely counts today. Strike up the band. No, not the orchestra, the Dropkick Murphys. Unless the orchestra has bagpipes. That would be neat.

I think I'm never going back to that trivia night again. Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me. So, shame on me, but I am learning from my lessons. Categories I have no knowledge or interest in include: tv spinoffs, obscure volcano locations, and surfing. Categories that were present at this week's trivia include: tv spinoffs, obscure volcano locations, and surfing. On top of that, the host is supremely unfunny (despite what he believes), arrogant, and often times incorrect. Simply unacceptable, and I am done.