Have a new fling that has me all smitten. She's a law student but its what I know these days... Sex is up, sleep is down, studying is non-existent, and I might just tell my boss at work to go f*&# herself. I don't think she actually realizes that I'm in law school and not a temp secretary from an agency.
and this little gem was spoken to me the other day: "If you keep your socks on, it still technically counts as a 'quickie'." I smiled.
All is clear on the law skool front. Just chugging along waiting till mid-November before I start hitting the outlines everyday for a month. Apathy is full blown at this point. I have a few friends that are 1L's now and they are miserable. They despise the day they started law skool. I lie and tell them it gets better...
and now from the way back machine. See #2: May 2009
Earlier this summer I was in my boss's office when this smokin' hot defense attorney walks in. We get introduced, there is a noticeable pause as we exchange hand shakes and smiles, it was 'that' feeling. I went on about my day and later asked my boss who she was and what was her story (I had noticed there wasn't a ring...). Turns out she works for the husband of my boss who is a criminal defense attorney. AND, she lets the cat out of the bag and tells me that the hotty attorney thought I was cute. But, she was in a long term relationship that wasn't going good, blah blah blah blah is all I heard after boyfriend but my boss tells me she'll put in a good word for me if things go south with boyfriend. I've seen her once in the hallways since that day in May, we smiled in passing, nothing special. Today, I walk into court for the 9am call and there she is sitting at the defense table. Looking hot. I give a polite wave, she returns it. She was first up, waives the PH and is on her way. I was talking to a defense attorney about a case and happened to look up and she was staring right at me and gives me the most awesome smile and wave as she was walking out. It was not a just saying hi smile and wave, these things you can tell. Plus I know this because an ADA and the defense attorney at the table that saw it asked me "what the hell was that all about and please tell us the details of what brought that on," I feigned ignorance and went on. I get back to the office later, go talk to my old boss and she informs me that hotty is no longer living with boyfriend and that she will investigate what is going on. I am going to ask her to lunch or happy hour next time I see her. Life is good.
and on a completely unrelated note. I don't know who lil' jon is but damn this is funny.
Cheap booze in massive quantities. Loose women. One will do. Even looser slot machines. One will do. and a weekend that completely lacks anything law related. Unless of course I end up in jail.
If I'm asked to serve on one more committee or panel I am going to find a bell tower and a high powered hunting rifle.
Maybe I should just learn to say no.
But, one committee I'm on is interviewing a potential professor that is married to someone very famous and the potential hire is an Ivy League Law Review hootie-tootie type person. Should be an interesting interview, what with me not knowing exactly where the Law Review office is in my school an all... I've heard its nice.
I'm going to ask the candidate if they plan on teaching Pennoyer v. Neff in Civ Pro I, if they say yes I am going to recite this word for word for being totally fucking worthless...
I started my outlining today. On a beautiful friday afternoon I am in the library going over my notes from the last 4 weeks and starting two of my outlines. At some point I have to write a paper that must be turned in by 5pm today as well. But alas I am writing a blog entry and lamenting the amount of alcohol I ingested last night and thinking I need to reassess my priorities or increase my alcohol tolerance. I also ate seven (7) pieces of pizza last night and committed improprieties with a 1L. I guess my life isn't so bad after all.
The three most dreaded words or the three most welcome words. It all depends on the speaker. If its the hot attorney that I have a crush on who btw said hi to me the other day, in the most "non-friendly I want to jump your bones right now in a bad way" way, then it's the most awesomest three words ever. But if its the legal secretary that is so large that she sweats vanilla ice cream and has pictures of her "perfect for you" daughter on her desk, you might as well just swipe the scissors off her desk and drive them into your jugular vein without pause.
I used to post over at hugobell.com when I had something to bitch about. Hugo took a vaca but is back again so I did some ranting over there... You can see it here.
Preliminary hearing this morning at 8:30am for a routine Possession of CDS with intent. Guy only had 13 grams of meth in his possession...
ADA: and when you did your pat search did you discover anything illegal? Officer: Yes, he had drugs in his right front pocket. ADA: After you felt these drugs did you remove them from his pocket? Officer: Yes. ADA: Did you field test the substance you found in the defendants pocket and if so what was the result? Officer: Yes, it tested positive for Crystal Method.
I laughed out loud and so did about 5 defense attorneys sitting in the jury box. The judge, see: 67 year old grandpa, did not find this amusing one bit and chastised us for our outburst.
ADA: I'm sorry, could you clarify what the substance field tested as? Officer: (red faced like a albino after 3 days on the surface of the sun) Crystal Methamphetamine
Laughing hysterically in court should be allowed. Especially during boring ass PH's. We had to explain to the judge afterwards why Crystal Method was so funny. It was kind of difficult describing their music to him.
Earlier this week we had a trial techniques class where we argued a motion and were video taped presenting our motion in the courtroom. I had the pleasure of going last so all of my classmates got to watch me during my presentation as they hung out in the jury box. I felt like I bombed it when I was done, but I got the DVD recording and after watching my classmates performances I didn't do so bad...
I've been eating a lot of onions everyday. Enough that I noticed it. Cause for concern? Am I pregnant or something?
Also, it is my belief that if you have to use your fingers to count to four (4) you should not be operating the big ass meat cutting machine at the deli counter. I question the competency of the management that put a mildly retarded individual in charge of a huge spinning cutting wheel...
