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Ok, wish me luck. I go into my little quiz as my friend, Brookie, likes to call it, tomorrow. I should be done with it Thursday after which I will dine with my pals Smirnoff and Kalua oh so happily. Then I will concentrate on rebuilding my poor domain and taking that other nasty quiz called MPRE.
See ya after day 1.
It has come to my attention that there is quite a delicious scandal brewing at my law school in regard to an upcoming external advocacy competition. The advocacy teams are the school's pride and joy, but it seems it has gotten out of hand.
I'll elaborate when I know more, but good luck to HLSA.
Oh crap. I just found out Witch Hunter Robin started last week on Adult Swim, and I missed it. I completely forgot it was premiering, and it looks so cool too. Granted, I don't have cable, but I had a friend who was perfectly willing to tape it for me since I download the lastest fansubs of Inuyasha for us. Now I have to wait till it repeats, which is probably a blessing in disguise.
I really need to get off the laptop. Honestly, procrastinating is so much more entertaining. I don't want to get off my puter. We're having a love affair of epic proportions. ::pout::
Tick, tock. Tick, tock. I feel like Captain Hook. I'm standing on my pirate ship, perceiving the open seas carefully with hardly a gale blowing at the sails, resting my one remaining hand at the mast. The crocodile isn't there, but I face the bloody thing three days hence, and it seems as if all I have to do is flip a coin to determine the winner of our next meeting.
Get me in a better mood next time and I'll use Madam la guillotine for my next anology, though to be honest I'm rather amused with this one. Really, I wasn't kidding when I told my roommate that I was itching to write. It just sounds so much better than mineral interests.
I just took the only practice MBE I will ever take this time. Same one I took last summer. I scored an 82 then. I friggin scored a 113 this time, and I think the only reason I didn't score higher was because I was blanking out on Evidence and Contracts. That and I was just tired by the last 100 questions, which was obvious based on my score. A frapuccino will be a must next week because I need my stamina.
I'm exstatic!!! A 113!!!!! I've never scored that high. I mean on the actual bar exam my scaled score was a 104 so that has got to mean something regardless. Yes, some of the questions were familiar because of Micromash. About 10 to 15 to be exact, but the rest were fair game. At least I won't feel like I'm going into this already set up to fail because quite frankly up until today that's how I've been feeling, and it's the worst feeling in the world. Like hitting up against a brick wall with no where to go but foward.
In a surprising and delightful move, the BBC has decided to add more disABLED actors and extras to their shows and contests. They cite public opinion and the actual reality that a minority of the population actually have or know of someone with a disABILITY. Imagine that. A country that isn't ashamed to show the not so perfect bodies on public tv. They don't throw fits at an exposed breast, or a little shag, and now they're going to include us, the beautiful people and in a non-reality type setting.
Another law blog bites the dust. En Banc has shut down, which is such a damn shame. I was really enjoying it too. Apparently a bunch of good law blogs are disappearing either because they've lost their anonymity or because they have to censor themselves. How sad. You'll be missed.
I often wondered if the majority of the reviewers on Amazon.com were on crack when they posted their effulgent reviews of Anne Rice's more recent efforts, and it turns out, maybe about 75% were drugged when they wrote them and the other percent were written either by her friends or herself. It could happen!
It's sad when author's and their friends post anonymously to give a book a glowing review. Deceitful, despicable, and hypocritacle are just a few words that come to mind, and on Amazon no less. Are we really heading towards a society where five little stars trusted by 100 people will matter more than by a well established critic writing for the New Yorker? Do we want to trust the words of a nobody who may not have even read the book, versus a friend or a colleague with a better understanding of our likes and dislikes?
Extreme. Perhaps. But I find this mildly disturbing and amusing at the same time because it just proves that there's no way in hell that that many people could have liked that pile of rubbish known as Merrick and everything else written afterwards. We're talking character assassination, people and Anne Rice is queen at that.
Friday the 13th is usually a good day for me, but now it sucks.
Oh my gosh, this is so pathetic. I am in tears because I just found out that the WB just canceled Angel. This is so not cool. All good shows must come to an end, but when it is their time, not when they're forced out for lame replacements.
Is John Kerry doing a Clinton? According to the Drudge Report it's very possible.
I don't know what to think other than the fact that it's rather amusing and damning when you think about it. World News Tonight just reported that Kerry is ahead in the polls against Bush, which is preliminary but nice. But if the news turns out to be true not only is Clark not going to give his nomination, but the door will have opened for Dean and Edwards.
Ok, I need to get this out of my system:
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I'm taking the bar in a little over a week. The world is going to end. I am going to die, or rather, I am going to get my ass kicked ten times over, and over, and over, and over, and over, again. Actually, I think I liked the bit about the world ending better.
Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!
I feel human now.
Would you like to be my Anti-Valentine?
The EEOC finds that Cirque de Soleil discriminated against an acrobat and fired him before he was to begin performances of Mystere. They were afraid he'd infect his fellow acrobats with HIV.
How exactly?
Unless the performance has added the scene, "intro to the kama sutra," or suddenly the performers start sharing needles for that last high before the denoument, I don't quite see how the other employees will contract the disease. Oh wait, they must still be living in the 80's.
Courtesy of DISABLAWG.
Oh dear god, now they're breeding!
Oh my gosh, Cordy, no! How could you do this to us, Joss? ::sniff::
What happens when you listen to rap music a little too loudly in your car? You're sentenced to listen to opera. Alas, if only we had this in Texas. Give them a little Wagner. That will get their blood pumping.
My blog is back! Yay! I missed you. Yes, you may all groan now.
There are two and a half weeks left till the bar and I still don't get the difference between an easment appurtenant and an easment in gross except that the latter does not benefit the land and the other purrs.
Yes, that was lame, but it's a cute mnemonic.
