Tonight at the Kennedy Center tonight I sat in a box. The entire time I was waiting for John Wilkes Booth to dash in and shoot me.

In Computer Crimes we were assigned to watch a clip of "To Catch A Predator."

Secret Holds

Well today's Antitrust class was interesting. My professor arrived six minutes late, put his bag down, then left to get a soda. Two minutes later his Diet Coke exploded upon opening it. The next hour and fifty-two minutes of the class was purportedly about the independence of antitrust enforcement agencies. But if I had to title the lecture it would be "I hate the Senate's confirmation process." While he did talk a bit about "the law" and cases like Humphrey's Executor, far more time was spent disparaging the current Senate, the process of putting holds on nominees, and the disclosure procedures that nominees must go through. He's a former FTC Commissioner, and apparently he has a number of grievances. But he does know what he's talking about. It was an amusing, if less than enlightening, class period.

We are now in the shadow period of sports. A time where nothing I care about is going on. Damn it, February. Also, why do I have to pay full rent this month? I guess the leap year helps, but I am still full of resentment.

Is it racist that Black History Month is the shortest month of the year?

Facebook memes have to be reigned in. It's all getting too much. My news feed is exploding with not-so-funny captioned pictures.

It's Really My Fault

I'll take the blame for the Patriots Super Bowl loss. Me, right here. This guy. I put on my Tom Brady jersey and wore it for the first quarter. I knew I shouldn't have. I caused this. I wore that jersey the last time we played the Giants, earlier this season, and we lost. I didn't wear it again until the playoff game against the Ravens - and we won despite our best efforts. So I should have known it was the bad luck jersey and kept it in the closet. But no, I had to go dragging it out to show my New England pride. Damn you, hubris. I apologize to Belichick, Brady, Welker, and the rest of them. I am sorry I selfishly wore that jersey and caused that dismal loss.

On the plus side of the Super Bowl, we had a party at my apartment with two tvs! That's twice the number of tvs you probably watched the game on. How did I pull that off, you might ask. Well I don't mind telling you it was a combination of laziness (failing to post the old tv on Craigslist for a few months), elbow grease (or re-wiring RCN service), and good old American work ethic (yeah!).
Since my roommate is a Giants fan, we were quite the house divided. I think Giants fans outnumbered Patriots fans 6 to 5, with another 7 people whose main attractions to the game were beer and salsa. In my book, some people (my roommate) deserve a penalty for excessive celebration. But the losers took their defeat with grace and poise. No one even punched a wall or destroyed a door. My response was doing dishes (conveniently aided by remembering I have a dishwasher and using it for the first time in two and a half years - no joke), drinking a beer, and watching Game of Thrones.

I paid attention to more than half of my Trusts and Estates class today. I relish the small victories.

I got a haircut today and got my barber in trouble with the head barber, for lack of a better term. With Diego, whose establishment it is. I unknowingly skipped ahead of a guy with an appointment. Sorry doode. Me and my barber are thick as thieves. Mostly because I've always wanted to say that. But he's a good guy and I gave him extra tip for getting him in trouble. That's the appropriate response, right? I can honestly say I had never seen a barber get disciplined. It wasn't a pretty sight. There was hair everywhere.

I did not understand what "Semi-Charmed Kinda Life" was about until much later

So last weekend was fun, but rough. Thursday (yes, that's the beginning of the weekend) was a fun bar review at Marvin. I went to a total of two bar reviews last semester, so I am enjoying no longer having an internship. Saturday was the Lamb of God show, which was awesome - the best way to get out some aggression and feel at peace with the world. And Sunday was a really, really...really messy brunch. I am not even thinking about alcohol until Friday thanks to brunch.

I decided to pass/fail my Trusts & Estates class. Mostly because I cannot, for the life of me, pay attention for more than a few sentences. Some days listening to a full sentence is quite the task. I tried really hard to pay attention today. But my professor spent 35 minutes discussing the details of the execution ceremony for a will. Which the book already did in our reading. And which is mostly common sense. When the statute says that the testator must watch the witnesses sign, it's not difficult to understand that you should probably have them all in the same room. Now the professor is perfectly nice. But. But...he just moves so slowly. He is the tortoise, and my mind is the hare. So pass/failing the class, it doesn't matter if I don't finish first. I just can't finish C- or below.

What's your favorite song featuring Jay-Z? I'm proud to say that mine is Mariah Carey's "Heartbreaker."
What's your favorite 90's song? "Semi-Charmed Kinda Life"
Man, I love superlatives. It's probably my favorite game.

Tomorrow I get to see Justice Kagan judging a moot court competition. A reception follows the oral arguments. However true, it might not be a good idea to go up to her and say, "Hey, I know your niece. She lived on my freshman hall and I heard her having sex all the time. Especially in the morning." That could only be followed up by a hilarious request for assistance procuring a clerkship.
Inappropriateness aside, it is pretty exciting to see a Supreme Court justice doing her thing in person. I wonder if Clarence Thomas would talk while presiding over a moot court. Scotty doesn't know.

Newt Gingrich strongly reminds me of Jabba the Hut. I really hope that isn't just me.

Shaked sent me the Gordon Ramsay autobiography, perhaps to further my man-crush. He is super British and swears almost as much in his writing as in his speech. It's awesome!

U-Haul

I'm upgrading my bed. I bought my friend Lindsay's queen size, but the problem was transporting it. So today I had the terrifying experience of renting a U-Haul and driving it around DC in rush hour. But I had the awesome and unique experience of driving past the White House in a moving truck.


I'm pretty sure I made a bunch of reckless lane shifts when I forgot that I was in a huge freaking truck. I definitely pissed some Prius off and I made a semi-illegal turn. But I did not hit anything or anyone, so I consider that a success. Plus I have a new bed and the experience of driving a U-Haul around.
I don't know why but U-Hauls are kind of sketchy. That's why I love the contrast of the truck and the President's house. But why are U-Haul's sketchy? Do lots of people commit crimes in them? Granted, I was driving around with a bed in the back of one. I could see that looking bad.

I was actually too bored to function today in Trusts and Estates. It shut down part of my brain. Too bored to be angry. Now that is impressive.

I made custard for creme brulee. Tomorrow I'll whip out the brulee torch that was a birthday present. And I'll be extra careful not to burn down my apartment.

How 'bout that State of the Union last night? President Obama - he knows how to deliver a pretty speech. Now let's see if he knows how to win a difficult election.
With luck, he'll be facing The Amphibian. I really can't comprehend how 200,000 people (in one state nonetheless!) could vote for Newt Gingrich. Where is the redeeming quality? His racism? His sexism? His hypocrisy? I mean, it is progressive of him to ask his (ex)wife for an open marriage. Who knew that the Republican Party was so open to polyamorous relationships (between Newt and a Mormon - sorry for the stereotype there). But The Amphibian is...a fat jackass. Just being honest. What does anyone see in him?! How has he convinced three women to marry him?!!!

As a bad internet user, I should be standing in solidarity with the black out protest of SOPA and PIPA bills currently in Congress. But I think Wikipedia is far better equipped to get that message out. So here I am with my sporadic blog.

The low down on my classes this semester. The scoop. The quick and dirty.
Separation of Powers - perhaps the first and only class in law school that I actually enjoy. I like the reading and the discussion. I like sitting through class. What's wrong with me? I feel like my heart grew three sizes today, as the law school grinch. But really, what a fun, interesting class with a great professor, my old Civ Pro prof.
Computer Crime - semi-interesting, rapidly-evolving area of law. The professor is entertaining and showed us a scene from "War Games" already. It should be fine. But soon I'll be scolding you (one person in particular) for stealing facebook passwords. Fun fact: my professor defended the "MySpace Killer."
Antitrust Seminar - the first class was just obnoxious name dropping. The second class was much better. Mostly I am amused by how much antitrust knowledge the professor thinks we have, but we totally don't know/remember any of it.
Trust and Estates - I may kill myself out of sheer boredom.

Using CVS Extrabucks (I spend waaaaay too much money at CVS for some reason), I bought fancy hair conditioner. As in something that cost more than $2.09. So far I am afraid to use it. It's like razor blades - why so expensive? But I hope it gives my hair extra shine and bounce. Is that Mitt Romney's secret?

White Collar addiction: activate.
Now I want to learn to how to pick locks. It just seems so cool and useful. I promise I'm not considering becoming a professional art thief after law school. Pinky swear it.

I may soon be royalty. I am purchasing my friend's queen bed because she is moving in with her boyfriend. I'm considering getting sheets with pictures of Freddy Mercury on them.

Portion of a GChat Conversation with Jonah - oops

me: people are stressed. they take it out in different ways

vanessa freaks at you

i drink whiskey and yell a lot

same different

difference*

sorry - whiskey

Sent at 11:57 PM on Wednesday

Jonah: ghahahah

me: that was an honest mistake

is the terrible part