Truth be told, I miss you

The fact that, during a discussion about trying to get a patent on altered biological organisms, my intellectual property professor felt the need to make a disclaimer that by now, she hoped we all knew evolution does really occur, and asked us not to try to get her fired for saying so [albeit in a joking way, but seriously, our state governor is a creationist] makes me despair for the future of humanity.

Grr. Argh.

Found this at Japers' Rink.

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Also, someone else at Japers' just posted a picture of Robert Bork, which I find funny because we were talking about him in Admin Law today.

Ok, so. There's an organization of which I'm a member, called the Legal Association of Women [hey there, nice acronym]. As you might imagine, we discuss lady lawyer stuff at the meetings. At Belly Up to the Bar [basically one big schmooze fest held by the Bar Association for us to network with lawyers, with food and drinks for all], we're going to be baking cookies or some other kind of dessert item, which, fine, most clubs that go do bring food and it's easier to bake cookies than serve an entree dish.

But we're also going forces with the Tailgating Club this year. And what will we be doing? Because the Tailgating Club has problems providing enough food, why, we'll be doing the cooking!

I mean, not to pull out my hairy-legged, man-hating feminazi street cred [which I sadly couldn't do right now even if I wanted 'cause I shaved this week and am still in the clutches of my inappropriate professor crush], but is this really the direction the club's leadership is going in this year? Since we're the club for womenfolk, we're going to cook for every event we attend? Don't get me wrong, because I do enjoy cooking occasionally, but have we as women not come far enough that we have nothing better to contribute to our law school experience than food?

If we do a bake sale for our fundraiser, my head may just go 'splodey. Unless it would be a Wage Gap bake sale, that would be pretty cool. Thankfully, my annoyance was slightly abated by the suggestion that we volunteer at a battered women's shelter for our service project. 'Cause that's definitely something worthwhile to spend our time on.

In other news, I'm deeply saddened that AnGus' crazy ass "workout" video was taken off of youtube, 'cause that was the funniest shit I've seen in a while.

So. Barring any last minute job offers, it's back to school for me. Yay.

I got about what I was expecting in Maraist's class, and did much better in family law than I thought, but my gpa will pretty much stay the same since six credits isn't enough to drastically change anything. It looks like my classes in the fall have a higher median than my first year classes though, so hopefully I'll be able to raise my gpa this semester.

Spent this weekend with my sick niece and nephew, and yesterday I felt like crap.
Thankfully, I felt much better today and it doesn't seem like I'm getting sick anymore. Because being sick is just what I would've needed right before going back to school.

The mysterious week-long breakout of hives also appears to be over. Those were more annoying than anything else, but still. Even more annoying is that I have no idea what caused it. I've broken out in hives twice in my entire life. Both times were this year, in two different places [well, three technically, since this past week was split between my parents' house and my sister's house].

Maybe I'm becoming allergic to Louisiana in general. If I have to listen to my family's opinions on health care and whether Obama was actually born in America one more time, I may go insane.

I'm getting in some last minute reading-for-fun before Monday. None of my professors have sent out assignments yet, which is good since I haven't picked up my books. Oh wait, scratch that. My income tax professor just emailed his syllabus. :( I just hope Amazon delivers my international law books before Monday, since Claitor's was being an asshole and didn't stock them.

August sucks so bad. Nothing interesting ever happens in August, and it's still ridiculously hot. The only thing to look forward to this month is the Greek season premiere, and it's the last day of the month, which is practically September.

And oh crap, but I still need to buy my plane ticket to Hawaii. Ugh. They just keep getting more expensive, but they're already so expensive as it is. Good thing I have a good bit of money left over from my summer loans, and since my fall loans were disbursed yesterday, I'm pretty well set financially. It feels weird having this much money in my checking account.

Because of that surplus of money, I splurged when ordering my books from Amazon and also bought the King's Quest collection. Oh man, I'm so excited. It's like reliving my childhood.

If you're unable to stop poisoning the child, the right to custody may be adversely affected.

[Actually, it's probably not the best ever, considering the rather in-depth discussion on what constitutes adultery, but still pretty funny.]

Now excuse me, please, I have a date with Evgeni to get ready for.

Wow, this weekend was brutal. However, it also reminded how much I do not want to have kids, so I s'pose it wasn't a complete bust. It was also a completely unproductive weekend, which was exactly what I didn't need a week away from finals.

If there's one good thing about summer semester, it's that I'm only taking two classes, so only two finals to worry about. Still, I've been really lax about studying, and as it has in the past, it's about to come back and bite me in the ass.

Thank goodness for my penguin-shaped cocktail shaker. I've dubbed him Evgeni, after my second favorite Russian [and forbidden love on the Penguins].



Evgeni and I have a hot date planned for next Wednesday night. Just him, me, and a bottle of vodka. [And probably a pizza, a pint of Ben and Jerry's, and several Disney movies.]

Thank you for reminding us why we're here, you crazy man.

"They key is not whether you lose, it's whether you can charge $500 an hour."

It's so much fun going back over my notes from Evidence. About 1/3 is crackpot things Maraist says, 1/3 is me typing stream of consciousness so it looks like I'm taking notes, and the other 1/3 is actual lecture notes of questionable value. Makes for a fun reread, but not so helpful when outlining for finals.

I think this part is my favorite: "alex and evgeni could reunite as bff and there would be lots of cute pictures of them smiling and laughing with each other and probably lots of awesome youtube vids of them chattering away in russian and OH MY GOD if there was a video like the one with sasha semin going to a sushi bar that would be like the greatest thing ever and i might die of the squee."

Grocery shopping? Nah, who needs food?

Cleaning? Nope, that's no fun. Besides I like to keep myself guessing. As Brooksie once said,
 
[Unfortunately, I don't have Brooksie lurking in my closet.]

Studying? Hahaha, like I'd waste a weekend on that.

Watching Mike Green do triangles and hip raises and bridges all day long? YES x10000000000000.

Dear Caps PR,
OK, there's no need to be humble. You're brilliant at attracting female hockey fans. First with the Scarlet Caps site, then the Caps Cribs episode with Brooks and Greenie. Yeah, we come for the sport first and foremost, but having a team full of hot guys doesn't hurt. And you know just how to showcase this team's more aesthetically pleasing members. So as a little suggestion, you should really film videos of the guys working out. All those Greenie vids are just so... so... There isn't a single word to describe them. I'll just say they're "nice." And you understand that "nice" is a euphemism for a collection of emotions that ranges from squeeing to jizzing in my pants. So, really, for the good of the fans film some more videos.
Hugs and kisses,
Sarah

ETA: Also, watching my dog pace around her new water dispenser is proving to be vastly amusing. She doesn't like it. At all. And keeps making these really funny sounds of discontent. Then she scratches at her old water bowl, and whines a little, even though there's a fresh supply of water mere inches away. Poor baby.

The fact that any of this has been slightly amusing to me proves just how boring my life has become. Gah.

Sometimes I wish I could leave LSU, just take the plunge and move to DC. Then reality intrudes and I remember that I have no job prospects and am already up to $67,000 in debt.

Sigh.

I try to comfort myself with the thought that after I graduate I'll be able to attract employers with my shiny JD. But reality intrudes again to remind that even then, with my fairly crappy grades, I'll probably have trouble finding a job around here [much less one in DC]. Also, there's that little detail of having to take the Virginia/Maryland/DC bar to work there. Such a vicious cycle.. I wouldn't move there unless I had a job to support myself, but I couldn't get a job there in the first place unless I moved there and took the bar.

Double sigh.

On a slight upside, the second coming of the Gators draws nigh. Granted, they'll be playing in the SPHL, which is such a minor league that the ECHL teams assign players to it, but at least it's something. Too bad I no longer live within 30 mins of Lafayette, but I'll make it work.

Of course, any excitement I feel about being able to watch hockey in person again is nearly crushed by the fact that the Gators made fucking Jason Hamilton their first signing. Bodes well for the kind of hockey they're planning to play by signing that goon.

Also, my dad brought to my attention today that Dave Farrish is an assistant coach for the Ducks. That's so cool. I guess I never noticed because I only pay attention to the Wild and the Flames [well, okay, mostly just Jarome anyway] out in the West. I guess now I'll have to give a little love to the Ducks in honor of one of our old coaches.