<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279</id><updated>2011-12-15T20:17:10.098-06:00</updated><category term='Fall 1L'/><title type='text'>Reasonable?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>113</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-9191035063649435100</id><published>2011-05-29T23:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T23:29:53.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Done</title><content type='html'>I've graduated from law school.  Currently studying for the bar.  Kind of forgot about this blog.  For those that stumble across this blog when they are thinking about going to law school, make sure you love the law.  Law school is hard.  The legal market is tough.   I have a job.  I had to work my ass of for it.  NONE of my classmates got the job or the salary they thought they were going to get when we started law school.  If you love the law, finding a job that you love will happen.  If you go to law school looking for a paycheck your life will be miserable.  I saw way too many of my classmates that burned out because they were only there to get a paycheck.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do decide to go, go for it.  Study hard.  Meet as many attorneys as possible in whatever way you can.  Bar functions.  CLE classes (most states will let students go for free, check with you bar assoc).  If you get a chance to get a decent job in law school, everytime single time you go to a function or court, INTRODUCE yourself to every single attorney you see.  Be cordial, be confident.  Ask them about THEIR practice area.  Don't go on and on about YOU.  Let them tell you stories about when they went to law school.  This is called networking.  It works.  If you have something interesting about yourself, mention it to them, they will remember it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-9191035063649435100?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/9191035063649435100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=9191035063649435100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/9191035063649435100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/9191035063649435100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2011/05/done.html' title='Done'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-8705118562919286886</id><published>2010-02-18T20:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T20:27:11.498-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Deep End</title><content type='html'>It seems as though every student at my school the new drama: The Deep End.  Too bad 1st year associates lives are nothing like that show portrays them to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-8705118562919286886?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/8705118562919286886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=8705118562919286886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/8705118562919286886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/8705118562919286886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2010/02/deep-end.html' title='The Deep End'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-7155352531796358738</id><published>2010-02-02T15:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T15:44:48.167-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Unprepared</title><content type='html'>I read. Really I did. But I have absolutely no idea what I read.  What did O'Conner mean there?  No idea.  Something about tort law from first year?  Don't remember that concept.  (No, really, even though I do know what your talking about and would love to answer I don't remember the case and don't really want to talk to you anymore)  Proximate cause?  Yep, I know that concept, but again don't feel like contributing today.  Oh, you're gonna let me sit here and read it and then talk about it?  Yep, still not gonna contribute.  &lt;br /&gt;I'm such a rebel.&lt;br /&gt;I was so unprepared.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't care.&lt;br /&gt;I have another 1.5 more years of this.&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably start reading now that we are in the 3rd week or is it 4th week? of classes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-7155352531796358738?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/7155352531796358738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=7155352531796358738' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/7155352531796358738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/7155352531796358738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2010/02/unprepared.html' title='Unprepared'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-6694978900711496342</id><published>2010-01-27T19:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T19:33:48.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Delays</title><content type='html'>Da judge: "if your witness isn't here in the next 10 minutes I am going to have to dismiss this case"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Your honor, in the interest of justice I ask the court to not take that course of action. I called the two officers and was assured that they were on their way"&lt;br /&gt;Da judge: "I need to set a precedent here and get the officers to show up on time, not when they feel like it"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I understand your honor, could we let the next hearing go ahead and I'll wait till after lunch?"&lt;br /&gt;Da Judge: "Would you like to rearrange the rest of my daily schedule for me as well...?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Sorry Judge, I was just suggesting..."&lt;br /&gt;Da Judge:  "You now have 7 minutes"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Would it help if I said please?"&lt;br /&gt;(snickering heard in the audience)&lt;br /&gt;Da Judge:  "No it would not."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-6694978900711496342?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/6694978900711496342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=6694978900711496342' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/6694978900711496342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/6694978900711496342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2010/01/delays.html' title='Delays'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-9091411468199029688</id><published>2010-01-21T19:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T19:48:00.979-06:00</updated><title type='text'>akward</title><content type='html'>Mr. Chief Justice do you mind if we stand here for another 30 seconds, which btw felt like 4 years, while my mom fiddles with her camera to get &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; shot of me shaking your hand?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observation of the day:  Moms always cry when their kids accomplish something meaningful or get thrown in jail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-9091411468199029688?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/9091411468199029688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=9091411468199029688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/9091411468199029688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/9091411468199029688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2010/01/akward.html' title='akward'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-7150028647838528175</id><published>2010-01-20T21:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T21:42:11.627-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew.</title><content type='html'>I needed a break.  Didn't go to rehab.  Passed all of my classes.  Didn't take any elaborate trips this past break.  Reconnected with some old friends.  Rekindled an old romance.  Old romance flamed out.  Ms. Defense Attorney decided to stay with old boyfriend.  I decided to spend more time doing whatever it is that I do.  Spent Christmas and New Years with my closest friends.  Bought my first truly custom made to measure dress shirt, ordered many more.  Told one of the attorneys I was working for that I didn't respect them, they didn't seem to care.  Dog got sick, dog got better.  Went fishing one day when it was 30 degrees, caught exactly one fish. Bought two pairs of really nice dress shoes, not Aldens, but damn close.  Broke one of my stupid expensive wine glasses, went to Ross and bought cheapo replacement.  Figured out you only use 1/2" measurements if you are around 5' or over 6', of which I'm neither. Became a dark chocolate snob and will not eat it unless it is at least 65% Cacao.  Tripped and fell one day at the courthouse but no one saw so it really didn't happen.  Looked a girl in the eye and told her that was the worst sex I ever had, she agreed.  Sometimes it just doesn't work.  Gave up dry cleaning and now launder and iron my own dress shirts.  Became addicted to styleforum.net.  Went vehicle shopping but got buyers remorse from just thinking about spending the money.  Had to explain to my best friend why the tree looks taller without the brush.  Got accused of being an anti-Semite.  Cussed them out in Hebrew &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; Arabic, they were not pleased.  Watched lots of movies.  Decided that marrying an escort might have more plusses than minuses.  Looked at my golf clubs but didn't touch.  Went thru two containers of hot chocolate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-7150028647838528175?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/7150028647838528175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=7150028647838528175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/7150028647838528175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/7150028647838528175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2010/01/whew.html' title='Whew.'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-7621804354457317324</id><published>2009-10-27T21:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T21:04:38.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>new fling</title><content type='html'>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*&amp;# herself.  I don't think she actually realizes that I'm in law school and not a temp secretary from an agency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this little gem was spoken to me the other day:&lt;br /&gt;"If you keep your socks on, it still technically counts as a 'quickie'."   I smiled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-7621804354457317324?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/7621804354457317324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=7621804354457317324' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/7621804354457317324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/7621804354457317324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-fling.html' title='new fling'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-7506644596297720852</id><published>2009-10-21T21:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T21:16:28.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee?</title><content type='html'>I made an earth shattering discovery today.  None of my past girlfriends or my ex-fiancé  were coffee drinkers.  I am currently on the look out for chicks with coffee cups and hoping that hottie defense attorney is a coffee drinker.  Maybe I'll ask her next time I see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-7506644596297720852?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/7506644596297720852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=7506644596297720852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/7506644596297720852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/7506644596297720852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/10/coffee.html' title='Coffee?'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-3462743285990360684</id><published>2009-10-19T19:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T18:27:20.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>These things take time.</title><content type='html'>and now from the way back machine.  See #2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/05/yingyang.html"&gt;May 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;I've seen her once in the hallways since that day in May, we smiled in passing, nothing special.&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on a completely unrelated note.  I don't know who lil' jon is but damn this is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely NOT safe for work:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E5VUd7NCtjY&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E5VUd7NCtjY&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-3462743285990360684?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/3462743285990360684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=3462743285990360684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/3462743285990360684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/3462743285990360684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/10/these-things-take-time.html' title='These things take time.'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-2482174851397088729</id><published>2009-10-16T16:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T16:07:17.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperately seeking:</title><content type='html'>Cheap booze in massive quantities.&lt;br /&gt;Loose women. One will do.&lt;br /&gt;Even looser slot machines. One will do.&lt;br /&gt;and a weekend that completely lacks anything law related.&lt;br /&gt;Unless of course I end up in jail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-2482174851397088729?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/2482174851397088729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=2482174851397088729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/2482174851397088729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/2482174851397088729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/10/desperately-seeking.html' title='Desperately seeking:'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-4255799246660305616</id><published>2009-10-06T23:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T23:12:51.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Committee overload.</title><content type='html'>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.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just learn to say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cGSCSQCpz9Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cGSCSQCpz9Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-4255799246660305616?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/4255799246660305616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=4255799246660305616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/4255799246660305616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/4255799246660305616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/10/committee-overload.html' title='Committee overload.'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-8841541982159610896</id><published>2009-10-02T12:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:59:30.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GD I Hate my life, or do I?</title><content type='html'>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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-8841541982159610896?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/8841541982159610896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=8841541982159610896' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/8841541982159610896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/8841541982159610896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/10/gd-i-hate-my-life-or-do-i.html' title='GD I Hate my life, or do I?'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-5135470772244726230</id><published>2009-09-29T20:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T20:17:43.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you single?</title><content type='html'>The three most dreaded words or the three most welcome words.   It all depends on the speaker.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-5135470772244726230?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/5135470772244726230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=5135470772244726230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/5135470772244726230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/5135470772244726230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/09/are-you-single.html' title='Are you single?'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-3199167868579745592</id><published>2009-09-23T20:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T20:04:58.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross dressing errrrr posting.</title><content type='html'>I used to post over at &lt;a href="http://hugobell.com/"&gt;hugobell.com&lt;/a&gt; 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 &lt;a href="http://hugobell.com/2009/09/23/welcome-back-hugo/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-3199167868579745592?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/3199167868579745592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=3199167868579745592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/3199167868579745592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/3199167868579745592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/09/cross-dressing-errrrr-posting.html' title='Cross dressing errrrr posting.'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-663568956876392245</id><published>2009-09-21T19:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T19:44:40.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Witness stand jitters and contempt of court...</title><content type='html'>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...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADA:  and when you did your pat search did you discover anything illegal?&lt;br /&gt;Officer:  Yes, he had drugs in his right front pocket.&lt;br /&gt;ADA:   After you felt these drugs did you remove them from his pocket? &lt;br /&gt;Officer:  Yes.&lt;br /&gt;ADA:  Did you field test the substance you found in the defendants pocket and if so what was the result?&lt;br /&gt;Officer: Yes, it tested positive for Crystal Method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADA:  I'm sorry, could you clarify what the substance field tested as?&lt;br /&gt;Officer:  (red faced like a albino after 3 days on the surface of the sun)  Crystal Methamphetamine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-663568956876392245?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/663568956876392245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=663568956876392245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/663568956876392245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/663568956876392245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/09/witness-stand-jitters-and-contempt-of.html' title='Witness stand jitters and contempt of court...'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-4723252918042531557</id><published>2009-09-18T14:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:28:11.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Perception is 9/10th of the law.</title><content type='html'>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...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-4723252918042531557?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/4723252918042531557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=4723252918042531557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/4723252918042531557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/4723252918042531557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/09/perception-is-910th-of-law.html' title='Perception is 9/10th of the law.'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-5766594520861014933</id><published>2009-09-16T19:43:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T19:49:13.147-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Must be over 25.</title><content type='html'>This:  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VuinqB9z3JI"&gt; safe for work youtube link &lt;/a&gt; has been stuck in my head ALL. FREAKING. DAY.   I hate my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-5766594520861014933?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/5766594520861014933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=5766594520861014933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/5766594520861014933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/5766594520861014933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/09/must-be-over-25.html' title='Must be over 25.'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-7812056527190878936</id><published>2009-09-16T08:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T08:47:13.998-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Randoms</title><content type='html'>I've been eating a lot of onions everyday.  Enough that I noticed it.  Cause for concern?  Am I pregnant or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-7812056527190878936?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/7812056527190878936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=7812056527190878936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/7812056527190878936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/7812056527190878936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/09/randoms.html' title='Randoms'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-6251952711888130944</id><published>2009-09-14T21:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T21:25:03.887-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Your not fooling anybody Mister.</title><content type='html'>Just when we convince ourselves that we've got it all figured out and that doors are gonna start opening and birds will sing when we walk by and the sun will shine and it will never rain on our uncovered heads and our bank account will have MORE money in it than the last time we made a withdraw....&lt;br /&gt;You come home from an extremely trying and exhausting day and open the liquor cabinet to make your favorite drink and try to relax and realize that you forgot to go by the liquor store and they closed 7 minutes ago.  &lt;br /&gt;Then your dog bites the pant leg of your favorite suit ripping a 5" gash in the leg because your were pissing and moaning and throwing stuff like a little girl and he thought it was playtime.&lt;br /&gt;Back to the drawing board...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-6251952711888130944?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/6251952711888130944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=6251952711888130944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/6251952711888130944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/6251952711888130944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/09/your-not-fooling-anybody-mister.html' title='Your not fooling anybody Mister.'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-891792839729636830</id><published>2009-09-12T13:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T13:25:23.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>football season</title><content type='html'>College football season is here.&lt;br /&gt;My saturdays are over.&lt;br /&gt;Actually getting anything done is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't help that the University that I attend Law Skool at is football crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I like me some football and dammit that motion I have to write will have to wait until after I visit one or two tailgates this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;I do my best legal work after I have loosened up with some beer pong, flip cup, and blackened masses that are supposed to be hamburgers...&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;There's always sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-891792839729636830?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/891792839729636830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=891792839729636830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/891792839729636830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/891792839729636830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/09/football-season.html' title='football season'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-1402101043597148215</id><published>2009-09-09T23:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T23:20:03.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Really?</title><content type='html'>newbie 1L: Professor, Professor!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Are you talking to me?&lt;br /&gt;newbie 1L: Yeah, do you know where the 1L Lunch meeting is?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  I'm not a professor... and I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;newbie 1L:  uhhhhh, I just... uhhh,  guessed...&lt;br /&gt;Me:  I'm a student, just like you.  Except I just came from work.  That's why I'm wearing a suit and your wearing, uhm...pajama pants...&lt;br /&gt;newbie 1L:  uhhhh sorry?  Do you know where room 5B is?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  that way.  2 doors down.&lt;br /&gt;newbie 1L:  thanks&lt;br /&gt;Me: (under my breath)  go f yourself you clueless 22 year old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-1402101043597148215?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/1402101043597148215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=1402101043597148215' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/1402101043597148215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/1402101043597148215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/09/really.html' title='Really?'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-3722377438583173631</id><published>2009-09-05T15:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T15:24:32.322-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when it was all going well...</title><content type='html'>I have been seeing this girl for the last few weeks.  Things have been going great.  So last night we end up back at her place.  This is going to be it I was thinking.  She grabs me a beer and excuses herself to the bathroom.  I'm hanging out in the kitchen and notice about 10 prescription bottles on the kitchen counter.  Curious (who wouldn't be?) I saunter over to that side of the kitchen and browse the bottles while she is gone.  Three bottles of varying doses of Lithium, 2 different doses of Paxil, and a few other I can't remember.   I thought before this night that this girl was a bit emotional and spacey sometimes, but it all makes sense now.  Chick is certifiable.  I made some lame ass excuse after about an hour to leave.  I don't have room for a bi-polar manic depressive chick in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is going well so far.  I have escaped being called on but I have been reading this semester.  It actually seems like I might be trying this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-3722377438583173631?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/3722377438583173631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=3722377438583173631' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/3722377438583173631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/3722377438583173631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-when-it-was-all-going-well.html' title='Just when it was all going well...'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-9184618554358179335</id><published>2009-08-26T21:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T21:32:05.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1L's</title><content type='html'>The blank scared look on their faces this week has brought back memories from one year ago for me.  I am glad that I am past that point now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-9184618554358179335?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/9184618554358179335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=9184618554358179335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/9184618554358179335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/9184618554358179335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/08/1ls.html' title='1L&apos;s'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-6138529966416891426</id><published>2009-08-24T06:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T06:20:27.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'>9</title><content type='html'>9 more months.  Today is not a happy day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-6138529966416891426?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/6138529966416891426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=6138529966416891426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/6138529966416891426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/6138529966416891426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/08/9.html' title='9'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-3522937568338201284</id><published>2009-08-22T22:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T22:35:51.288-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused</title><content type='html'>Got grades back from my summer classes.  One of my professors is a notoriously hard grader.  I got my best grade yet in that class.  I thought I did well, but damn if I wasn't smitten with myself when I saw my grade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-3522937568338201284?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/3522937568338201284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=3522937568338201284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/3522937568338201284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/3522937568338201284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/08/confused.html' title='Confused'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-2765343269878761220</id><published>2009-08-17T10:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T10:54:21.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dread</title><content type='html'>School starts again soon.  All of my 2L and recently graduated 3L friends always spoke about the apathy and dread of going to law school after your first year was over.  I now understand that dread.  After having worked all summer in the legal field I realize just how much law school really doesn't train you for legal work.  It is not professional school, it is a legal fleecing of students money.  Law school should be 2 years with 15 hrs per semester and 6 hrs in the two summers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-2765343269878761220?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/2765343269878761220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=2765343269878761220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/2765343269878761220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/2765343269878761220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/08/dread.html' title='dread'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-2765180089066035351</id><published>2009-08-12T23:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T00:04:20.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>uncomfortable</title><content type='html'>My boss has had me checking on the work product of some of the other volunteers and interns in the office the past few weeks. All but one of these 5 people have been in this office longer than I have and while I have been King of discretion up to this point when it all came crashing down on me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was checking some files that one of them, lets call him Fred, has been working on.  Fred sneaks up behind me and proceeds to look over my shoulder at what I'm working on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Oh Fred, I didn't see you there.&lt;br /&gt;Fred:  Is that the Johnson file I was working on earlier?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  uhhhhhhh, what? yes. no. what file?  &lt;br /&gt;Fred:  I turned that in to Mrs. Boss 30 minutes ago...&lt;br /&gt;Me:  uhhhh yeah, something new came up and she wanted me to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;Fred:  Really, like what?  Bring me up to speed.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  (SHIT!!!!!! as I quickly scanned the papers in front of me...)  Its this A&amp;B w/ a deadly weapon from 6 years ago, I was just looking over the sentencing.&lt;br /&gt;Fred:  I detailed that in my report.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  (SHIT!!!!!!!)  yeah, I saw that but Mrs. Boss wanted to make sure that this wasn't the same Johnson as another case she remembered from last year.  This guy is known for giving false info to the cops.&lt;br /&gt;Fred:  oh, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so with the crisis averted and Fred seeming satisfied with my bullshit the most senior intern, (lets call her Bitch but in actuality I am pretty good friends with her), in the office comes over to desk not 30 seconds after Fred leaves and I quote:  "She doesn't have you checking up on MY work does she"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  huh?&lt;br /&gt;Bitch:  I overheard that line of BS you gave Fred...&lt;br /&gt;Me: what BS?&lt;br /&gt;Bitch:  Answer me, does she or doesn't she have YOU checking on my work?&lt;br /&gt;Me: nope&lt;br /&gt;Bitch: are you sure?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  nope&lt;br /&gt;Bitch:  would you tell me if she did?&lt;br /&gt;Me: nope&lt;br /&gt;Bitch: I should just go ask her.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  (crickets.......)&lt;br /&gt;Bitch:  Your silence is all the conformation I need.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  I didn't tell you anything.&lt;br /&gt;Bitch:  You said enough.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  So I guess we aren't meeting for happy hour after work.&lt;br /&gt;Bitch:  Not likely.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Ok.  I'll still be there if you care to show up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-2765180089066035351?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/2765180089066035351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=2765180089066035351' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/2765180089066035351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/2765180089066035351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/08/uncomfortable.html' title='uncomfortable'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-6621750873286276971</id><published>2009-07-30T20:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T20:52:56.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gypsies</title><content type='html'>I swear I encountered a band of gypsies today at the courthouse.  I was waiting for the elevator reviewing a file and all of the sudden I was surrounded by a horde of the smelliest, worst dressed, non-haircut having nor shaving, speaking a language or slang that I couldn't understand (and I understand/speak 4 languages) and they ALL knew each other, like all 12 of them.  I was even more surprised when they ALL tried to get on the elevator with me.  At this point I put one hand in my back pocket (to protect my wallet from the gypsie ace pickpockets) and I put one hand in my jacket pocket to grab my phone.  &lt;br /&gt;I felt dirty when they got off the elevator.  Their filth was "on" me.&lt;br /&gt;When I got home today I wanted to just throw my suit in the trash because I know the lady at the dry cleaners is gonna give me the look when I drop that thing off tomorrow.  It still smells, and thats why its hanging on a hanger in the garage right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-6621750873286276971?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/6621750873286276971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=6621750873286276971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/6621750873286276971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/6621750873286276971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/07/gypsies.html' title='Gypsies'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-3569201493506895149</id><published>2009-07-26T23:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T23:20:51.574-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AWOL</title><content type='html'>I took a little break from blogging.  I finished my summer classes, been working like crazy and work has been a blast.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;one quick story, just because you're in an elevator doesn't mean you can go street on a judge, unless your a dumbass.&lt;br /&gt;me:  what's up judge?&lt;br /&gt;Judge:  excuse me?&lt;br /&gt;me:  uhhhhhh, sorry Your Honor.  I apologize.  How are you doing today, your Honor?  (I was crapping my pants about this moment)&lt;br /&gt;Judge:  you are?&lt;br /&gt;me: I'm a summer clerk at the DA's office.&lt;br /&gt;Judge:  Haven't you been in my court room?&lt;br /&gt;me:  Yes your Honor.&lt;br /&gt;Judge:  Don't let that kind of language slip out in my courtroom, ok?&lt;br /&gt;me: Yes your Honor.&lt;br /&gt;Judge:  ok, and btw I'm doing damn fine, I've had a marvelous day.   Would like to go to lunch with me today?&lt;br /&gt;me:  I would be honored.&lt;br /&gt;Judge:  Alright, swing by my office around noon.&lt;br /&gt;me:  thank you your Honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was awesome.  The judge is a really great guy and like most judges they like to do some 'ball busting" on the newbies.   But I'll be damned if I wasn't scared to death when I heard those words slip out of my mouth...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-3569201493506895149?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/3569201493506895149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=3569201493506895149' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/3569201493506895149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/3569201493506895149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/07/awol.html' title='AWOL'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-6002726972741004355</id><published>2009-06-28T21:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T21:30:30.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>complicated</title><content type='html'>Love and life are complicated bedmates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-6002726972741004355?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/6002726972741004355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=6002726972741004355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/6002726972741004355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/6002726972741004355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/06/complicated.html' title='complicated'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-2198596399393888906</id><published>2009-06-28T10:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T10:55:18.202-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fake out</title><content type='html'>I was 7 hours into a legal memo or research problem from hell for my boss yesterday when I answered my phone in the cafe at Borders.  I had my headphones in and was listening to my tunes thru my iphone and I hear my ringtone and push the little talk button on the headphones cord.  I say hello, phone keeps ringing, I say hello louder, phone keeps ringing, I push button again, say hello louder, phone keeps ringing, I look up and EVERYONE in the cafe is staring at me.  I guess I was being a wee bit loud.  Then I realized it wasn't my ringtone at all, it was the actual song that I created my ringtone from.  I am such a tool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-2198596399393888906?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/2198596399393888906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=2198596399393888906' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/2198596399393888906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/2198596399393888906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/06/fake-out.html' title='fake out'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-2976046447458399966</id><published>2009-06-24T20:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T20:18:54.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>can you swim?</title><content type='html'>I don't know if it was trial by fire, or that I am just being trusted with responsibility but yesterday I went with two of the ADA's to the revocation docket and when we got there they handed me a stack of 25 cases and said 'good luck.'   They know I can't sign anything yet but I was completely in charge of adjusting the rec's and deciding if Joe Blow was gonna get his sentence revoked in full or given more time.  It was kinda exhilarating.  I had defense attorneys pleading (see: giving me bullshit excuses why Susan B.  Crackwhore hadn't paid one red cent in restitution/costs in over 18 months to the guy who claimed his client couldn't pay because he spent all his money on drugs, he seriously told me that.)  I revoked that guy in full.  He spent last night in jail. &lt;br /&gt;After I would give my rec and the PD or defense atty accepted it I would hand the sheet to one of the ADA's and they would sign it.  After a brief description of what I did they signed, after the third file they just signed without me giving them the info.   It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;I will have my interns license in January and then "I" will be the one able to sign.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-2976046447458399966?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/2976046447458399966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=2976046447458399966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/2976046447458399966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/2976046447458399966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/06/can-you-swim.html' title='can you swim?'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-8145456011632144827</id><published>2009-06-23T09:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T09:32:27.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This lawyerin' stuff is fun.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we had a motion to exclude some testimony on a possession and intent to distribute CDS case prior to trial.  My ADA was freaking out b/c the defense counsel had owned her in the morning session that got pushed to the afternoon because the judge 'had' to go to lunch.  I got on Westlaw, did about an hour of research and found two cases that were spot on, in our fed district, and were directly on-point.  Over lunch we wondered why the defense hadn't brought these cases up, your 'supposed' to, but it rarely happens.  We walk back in after lunch, introduce our new cases to the judge and defense, judge adjourns to chambers for 15 minutes to read cases, defense attorney walks over to our table when judge comes back in and takes our original rec.   I love it when it all goes right and especially when we win and they scurry out the door with their tails between their legs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-8145456011632144827?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/8145456011632144827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=8145456011632144827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/8145456011632144827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/8145456011632144827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-lawyerin-stuff-is-fun.html' title='This lawyerin&apos; stuff is fun.'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-358157561504018017</id><published>2009-06-17T22:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T22:32:46.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>apathy, really?</title><content type='html'>I was talking to a recent grad at the office today.  She was telling me about the apathy that will set in my 2L year.  I told her that I have read not more than 50 pages so far in my 4 weeks of summer classes.  She welcomed me to the apathy club.  It is awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-358157561504018017?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/358157561504018017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=358157561504018017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/358157561504018017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/358157561504018017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/06/apathy-really.html' title='apathy, really?'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-114751611566319504</id><published>2009-06-16T21:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T21:15:33.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>watch what you say...</title><content type='html'>today during a break in court I was making small talk with some of the pubic defender girls I know and the conversation went downhill, I mean downhill like 1:30am Friday night at a dive bar downhill.  Those girls are nasty, errrrrrr sexy.   I was playing along being my usual flirty self and made a comment to one of the girls that I would take her up on her offer.  We all laughed, the judge came back in, life went on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast forward 2 hrs later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing in the elevator and said PD steps in.  She looks right at me even though 2 citizens (see: non-legal people in courthouse) are in there with us and asks if I was serious about earlier.  I said "what earlier?"  She replied "your offer in court"....I stumbled, bumbled, and fumbled my way out of that one with some seriously nervous laughter and kidding.  She was dead serious, I could tell.  I was sure there wasn't enough beer in all of the South to get me to sleep with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember kids, sometimes only 1 of you is joking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-114751611566319504?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/114751611566319504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=114751611566319504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/114751611566319504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/114751611566319504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/06/watch-what-you-say.html' title='watch what you say...'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-2436374408880737205</id><published>2009-06-11T09:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T09:18:46.662-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fetish</title><content type='html'>I have self-diagnosed a new fetish.  I buy way too many freaking ties.  I've bought 5 this week alone.  Is there a pill to cure me of this?  I'm calling my doctor (see: psychologist) today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-2436374408880737205?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/2436374408880737205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=2436374408880737205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/2436374408880737205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/2436374408880737205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/06/fetish.html' title='fetish'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-878251854510090776</id><published>2009-06-09T10:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T10:40:18.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>shorty</title><content type='html'>My life has been a cruel reminder of my former wild ways lately.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that I live on the straight and narrow now...  kinda.&lt;br /&gt;I have my interview today, should be fun since I already have a job, no pressure.  Good place to be.&lt;br /&gt;2L apathy is in full-blown effect for me this summer.  I hardly read, and when I do it definitely isn't that in-depth.  I foresee some serious cramming in my immediate future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-878251854510090776?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/878251854510090776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=878251854510090776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/878251854510090776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/878251854510090776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/06/shorty.html' title='shorty'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-8047576107186948795</id><published>2009-06-08T08:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T08:45:07.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'>uh-oh</title><content type='html'>I should be doing my reading for my summer class, but then again it is 'summer school'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a call from a girl I had a short fling with 11 years ago. Yes, ELEVEN years ago.  I checked the voicemail and a chill went up my spine.  I hadn't spoken nor heard from this girl since our fling ended.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I called her back my first question was literally:  Are you calling to tell me I have a ten year old child?&lt;br /&gt;She said no, and was just wondering what I was up too.&lt;br /&gt;She then said she tracked my number down from a mutual friend of ours.&lt;br /&gt;I asked again if I had a kid I didn't know about.&lt;br /&gt;She said no again.&lt;br /&gt;So I told her it was good to talk and kindly told her that I had to go.&lt;br /&gt;She asked if I was going to call her back.&lt;br /&gt;I said not likely.&lt;br /&gt;She was not amused.&lt;br /&gt;I was relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and on friday I got a call with another legal job offer.  I will pass along more info after I interview this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-8047576107186948795?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/8047576107186948795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=8047576107186948795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/8047576107186948795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/8047576107186948795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/06/uh-oh.html' title='uh-oh'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-5548879022310470794</id><published>2009-06-02T17:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T17:44:18.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>old flames burn(out)</title><content type='html'>I walked into court yesterday afternoon with the Head of the Division Boss ADA lady (who btw liked my suit and tie combo, yeah bonus points) and promptly was put in an awesome position.   Seems one of my ex flings: see crazy ex-girlfriends, had a run in with johnny law.  DUI, leaving scene of injury accident, poss of a CDS, expired license, and on and on.  She spots me sitting on the states side and just about wigged out.  It was awesomesauce!!!  I haven't seen her in over 5 years and those have been 5 LONG HARD years for her, she looked more rough than an albino getting in a fight with a can of black spray paint.  &lt;br /&gt;It was just a motion hearing and it went well for us, not so for her.&lt;br /&gt;We left before her counsel was ready to leave so I didn't have to have that uncomfortable conversation with her in the hallway.  &lt;br /&gt;I DID NOT mention any of this to my boss, I didn't want to try and explain how I used to be with her...  "really, she used to be such a nice clean cut girl......"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-5548879022310470794?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/5548879022310470794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=5548879022310470794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/5548879022310470794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/5548879022310470794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/06/old-flames-burnout.html' title='old flames burn(out)'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-7816532474570711294</id><published>2009-05-31T19:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T19:30:27.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend</title><content type='html'>You know you had a good weekend trip when you come home with less underwear than you left with...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-7816532474570711294?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/7816532474570711294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=7816532474570711294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/7816532474570711294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/7816532474570711294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/05/weekend.html' title='weekend'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-6238067851469408110</id><published>2009-05-27T22:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T22:17:20.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ying/yang</title><content type='html'>and now from two opposite ends of the spectrum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 funny&lt;br /&gt;Judge: the prosecution has evidence that you admitted you had digital gram scales and over 2lbs of a CDS at your house that you admit was yours.  That seriously alludes to distribution charges...&lt;br /&gt;∆:  nah ya honor, that was so I could weigh my stuff&lt;br /&gt;Judge:  exactly my point &lt;br /&gt;∆: naaaahhh, I would weigh the stuff my guy sold me.&lt;br /&gt;Judge:  So you would weigh the drugs your dealer sold you, you weren't selling the stuff yourself?&lt;br /&gt;∆:  yeah, thats right.&lt;br /&gt;Judge: Guess you can't even trust drug dealers these days...&lt;br /&gt;∆:  yeah!  that guy was a crook&lt;br /&gt;Judge:  He may have been a crook and shorting you, but you are going away for distribution son...     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2  somber&lt;br /&gt;You never realize what you are capable of giving until you really look at yourself in the mirror and decide to open that door.  My door has been locked for quite some time, I'm ready to unlock it now and I think someone has the key...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-6238067851469408110?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/6238067851469408110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=6238067851469408110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/6238067851469408110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/6238067851469408110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/05/yingyang.html' title='ying/yang'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-8986856322130487980</id><published>2009-05-23T00:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T00:30:18.364-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oh yeah</title><content type='html'>I watched a defense attorney get owned today in court.  It was awesomesauce.  We found a state statute that totally fucked over his case and he totally discounted it in the hallway before we went before the judge for our motion hearing.   He was trying to deal but my ADA (see: bossman) wasn't biting, told him he should have taken the reduced deal he was offered from the start.  Now he is gonna get the full rec.   Mr. Douchebag defense atty was none too happy with us.  He alluded to us insinuating that his firm was not so honest in filing this motion, we simply stated the facts, he wasn't pleased with us.  So...   We walk into court and my ADA totally owned that guy and he was speechless.   Judge listens, agrees with us, actually kinda slammed the defense for wasting his time.  It felt awesome to win something, it sure beats the hell out of studying 1800's tort cases...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to ride the elevator down with the defense counsel to get something from the office for my ADA directly after the hearing, it was uncomfortable for them.  I was smiling, making small talk about the upcoming holiday weekend when said defendant is standing there looking at 1yr in the pokey because his atty is a douche.  I am such a dick.    Later that afternoon me and my ADA spent 15 minutes trying to come up with motions to file just to f*** with this guy since he was such an ass.    We only came up with one, we were too busy telling all the other ADA's about the events from court.    I can not wait to get out of school and do this full-time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-8986856322130487980?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/8986856322130487980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=8986856322130487980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/8986856322130487980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/8986856322130487980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-yeah.html' title='oh yeah'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-3593236237073077898</id><published>2009-05-16T21:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T21:37:14.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>done</title><content type='html'>Done with my first year of law school.  I am now officially a 2L.   First year was hell.  All the scary stories you hear are true,  the exams really are that hard, the reading really is that dense, some or most of the professors are intimidating at first but once you start understanding the law they get to be less so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad I did it, I am glad I survived it. &lt;br /&gt;I start working on monday, I am gonna look pimp in my new suit, while I fetch coffee, files, and essentially do grunt work.  Welcome to the bottom of the totem pole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-3593236237073077898?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/3593236237073077898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=3593236237073077898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/3593236237073077898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/3593236237073077898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/05/done.html' title='done'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-2514722038929900876</id><published>2009-05-12T16:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T16:11:17.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Estonia</title><content type='html'>I love women that are willing to help translate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T41ZRw45obs&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T41ZRw45obs&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-2514722038929900876?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/2514722038929900876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=2514722038929900876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/2514722038929900876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/2514722038929900876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/05/estonia.html' title='Estonia'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-8215051461612965892</id><published>2009-05-12T12:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T12:58:47.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>almost there</title><content type='html'>last final is on friday.  Then I will officially be a 2L student.  One week off and then summer classes start, that sucks.  I start at the DA's office on Monday, ugh.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, one year of law school is nearly done.&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to all of us bloggers that have made it thru.&lt;br /&gt;Talking to one of my classmates this morning I asked her what she was doing tonight.   She said drinking.  I said me too.  Then she asked if I wanted company.  I said yes.  Then she bluntly informed me that nothing would be happening tonight if we got drunk, which only told me she was thinking about it...     I love my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-8215051461612965892?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/8215051461612965892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=8215051461612965892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/8215051461612965892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/8215051461612965892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/05/almost-there.html' title='almost there'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-4656138169378957889</id><published>2009-05-05T19:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T20:11:18.064-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1/4th</title><content type='html'>I am 1/4th of the way thru my 1L finals.  3 more and I will officially be done with my 1st year of law school!    I never imagined it would be this demanding.  I have studied more these past nine months than I have for anything in my life.  You NEVER feel like you know the material well enough.  There really is that much to learn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my Property final today.   4 hours was NOT enough time to finish that thing.  I saw a few people turning theirs in after 3 hours.  I feel sorry for them.  Either they choked, gave up, or are so f-ing smart they should have went to med school.  I felt like I left tons of points out there during the final today, but it was impossible to get to all the points on that exam.  Our professor's exams are legendary around the school and every 2L and 3L was more than happy to remind me of this leading up the final.  I must say it did not disappoint.  It was a test in every meaning of the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping today for nothing in particular.  Wanted to kill some time and didn't want to start studying for my next final yet so I headed to the mall.   I am now the proud owner of this&lt;a href="http://slimages.macys.com/is/image/MCY/products/9/optimized/518449_fpx.tif?bgc=255,255,255&amp;wid=327&amp;qlt=90,0&amp;layer=comp&amp;op_sharpen=0&amp;resMode=bicub&amp;op_usm=0.7,1.0,0.5,0&amp;fmt=jpeg"&gt;suit&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always wanted a white or super light tan suit, and now I own one.  The Calvin Klein suits were on sale, almost half off, so I pulled the trigger.  I have a TailorByrd shirt that is just perfect for it and since the suit was on sale I got an awesomesauce tie to go with the Tailorbyrd shirt.   Bring on the summer weddings, I will be the fly mofo enjoying the open bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got permission to take a class, litigation skills, for the fall semester that usually only goes to 3L students.  I guess someone at school likes me.  I really wanted to take this class in the fall since I will have my legal interns license by January and will get to do some actual trial stuff.  I am above excited.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start working a real legal job in 13 days, I'm kinda nervous.   I will just drink some more tonight, that seems to cure everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-4656138169378957889?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/4656138169378957889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=4656138169378957889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/4656138169378957889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/4656138169378957889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/05/14th.html' title='1/4th'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-1547852958392337522</id><published>2009-05-03T21:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:52:26.251-05:00</updated><title type='text'>study much?</title><content type='html'>I have been studying, a lot.   I am terrified of my upcoming Property final.   I am seriously thinking I could fail this class, ok maybe get "C" but damn if I'm not nervous about having to repeat this god-awful class.  I am not worried about my other finals, I will get what I get and move on.     Considering my grades after the 1st semester I am no longer worried about my class rank...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was contemplating trying to write onto Law Review at my school, but I think I would rather concentrate my time on Competition Teams and working on passing my Legal Interns exam.  Law Review plus crappy grades equals me not getting a bigfirm job.  I never wanted a bigfirm job, but the option would have been nice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigfirm interviewer:  so I see you were on LR?&lt;br /&gt;me:  yes I was&lt;br /&gt;BFI:  but your class rank is low, like really low.  In fact I am not even sure why you are in this interview, how did we even grant you an interview anyway?&lt;br /&gt;me:  uhhhh, I don't know, because someone saw LR on my resume?&lt;br /&gt;BFI:  yeah but your grades...seriously...&lt;br /&gt;me: hey asshole, how about you go fuck yourself and your stuffy, 70hr wk, no fun firm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me not doing LR and getting my Legal Interns license and doing trial work with the DA next spring.&lt;br /&gt;BFI:  I see you have some significant trial experience.&lt;br /&gt;me: yeah i did this and this and that...&lt;br /&gt;BFI: impressive, but your grades...&lt;br /&gt;me: ah fuck it, I'm outta here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I am SOOOOOO happy to be working for the DA this summer and was told that when I get my LI license I get MORE responsibility.  Pay may not be what it is at a firm, but the hours are great and I will get immediate litigation and mediation experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw: I hate Property class.  with a passion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-1547852958392337522?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/1547852958392337522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=1547852958392337522' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/1547852958392337522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/1547852958392337522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/05/study-much.html' title='study much?'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-2787507572920797650</id><published>2009-04-22T22:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:40:45.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>finals</title><content type='html'>finals start in two weeks.  ugh  &lt;br /&gt;my computer crashed last week.  Hard drive fried.   Glad that I back up daily.  You should too.  That's why I have been MIA the last week.&lt;br /&gt;school is the same, boring.  &lt;br /&gt;looking forward to working this summer.  should be exciting.&lt;br /&gt;I have a new crush, but don't think I will act on it till after finals.  She is a 2L and I don't think she even knows my name, which makes it even more awkward for me when I actually make that move.  Life can be so awesome sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Life is going ok.  &lt;br /&gt;Hope the same for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-2787507572920797650?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/2787507572920797650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=2787507572920797650' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/2787507572920797650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/2787507572920797650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/04/finals.html' title='finals'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-2371169720867586338</id><published>2009-04-15T19:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T19:58:19.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>love is in the air.</title><content type='html'>nope, not that kind of love.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to say thanks for the congrats comments on me getting a job and also to those that emailed me saying congrats.  Thanks to each one of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently trying to finagle my fall schedule so that I can work at least 2 full days a week at the DA's office before I take the interns exam in Dec/Jan.  It is great finally getting to set my own schedule for once...  I did my schedule before I got the job and now I am trying to get permission to take two class that are full so that I can work more, homeboy likes to work. The ADA that interviewed view said something about how he didn't want me to burn out.  I pointed him to my resume reminding him that I have worked full time since I was 17 and had a job since 15.  I don't think working 8-5 with 1 1/2 hour lunches is necessarily going to 'burn' me out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the life front, I got nothing.  No irons in the fire, no solid prospects, there are not horses in the stable.  I am effectively single.  &lt;br /&gt;Exercise is going good, getting close to summer at the lake fit, in 3 more weeks you'll be able to do your laundry on my abs.  Hell yeah!&lt;br /&gt;I have all of my outlines up to date and ready to start really hitting the caffeine to prepare for finals.  &lt;br /&gt;Life is okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-2371169720867586338?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/2371169720867586338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=2371169720867586338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/2371169720867586338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/2371169720867586338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-is-in-air.html' title='love is in the air.'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-6123531970301372748</id><published>2009-04-09T17:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T17:32:06.212-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GOT A JOB!!!</title><content type='html'>I got a job today!!!!!! Awesomesause!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be working for the county DA's office this summer and thereafter if I like it.  I am so happy right now.  This county office serves a population size of 800,000.  I don't think I am going to be very bored this summer.  I had my interview with the Assistant DA and I guess he liked what I had to say because he hired me on the spot.  It feels really good to have my first legal job secured even if it is an internship with the DA.  I never saw myself slaving away at a BigLaw firm anyway.  I need the hustle and bustle of a busy office without all the stuffiness that usually accompanies BigLaw types.  I don't have anything against it, but I think getting real practical litigation experience in a wide area of types of law will let me know what I want to do if the DA's office isn't where I ultimately end up, but I really do hope it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was given a tour of the office by the ADA and I got to meet my future boss.  She is in charge of the misdemeanor division and I had met her an hour earlier while waiting for my interview with the ADA.   I will have the option of moving over to the Felony division after 8 weeks if I still like criminal and if I don't then I can go to the civil division or wherever else.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited right now.    This whole legal experience is really starting to take off with getting my first job and yet I am still worrying about finals in 4 weeks and tomorrow they announce the final teams for moot court competitions.  I am almost sure that me and my partner are going to make it based on the feedback from the judges...  I've got my fingers crossed, wish me luck.   Looks like I need to hunker down and get some studying done, I've got a busy couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH!!! I got a legal job.   :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-6123531970301372748?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/6123531970301372748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=6123531970301372748' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/6123531970301372748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/6123531970301372748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/04/got-job.html' title='GOT A JOB!!!'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-5484724754280984234</id><published>2009-04-06T18:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T18:46:49.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>neglect</title><content type='html'>I have been neglecting my blog.  &lt;br /&gt;I promise to update later this week.  &lt;br /&gt;Moot court is crazy how much time you can dedicate to an issue you already know backwards and forwards.    &lt;br /&gt;I look forward to the day when I become a litigator and get to do this on the reg...  &lt;br /&gt;more later, still have some juicy details to divulge&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-5484724754280984234?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/5484724754280984234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=5484724754280984234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/5484724754280984234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/5484724754280984234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/04/neglect.html' title='neglect'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-2562176417425551219</id><published>2009-03-30T19:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T19:57:32.785-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moot Court=M.I.A.</title><content type='html'>I have been looking forward to moot court since before school started.  It's now here and with two arguments last week and one this week and a bench brief with 25+ cases equals me being MIA.   It is incredible how much time it takes, but damn if I am not enjoying every single minute of it.  &lt;br /&gt;In my first round I did ok, me and my partner did really well considering the ranking we ended up with after the first round.   We corrected all of our little problems for the second round.  &lt;br /&gt;In the second round the judge had me on the ropes 3 minutes in.  I never got a chance to articulate my argument.  I had 10+ minutes of material in case I got a cold bench.  I actually got to about 3 minutes of my argument.  The judge got me pinned against the ropes and did NOT let me go.  I felt horrible after my round, of course everyone said it was fine and the judges critique of my round was good, but I am my own worst critic. &lt;br /&gt;The next round is when we get seeded for the competitions between the entire class.   wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moot court will suck the life out of you, I feel asleep AT THE DINNER TABLE SATURDAY NIGHT while over at a friends house.  Finals are coming up, my social life is completely on hold for the next 5 weeks...lamesauce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-2562176417425551219?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/2562176417425551219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=2562176417425551219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/2562176417425551219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/2562176417425551219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/03/moot-courtmia.html' title='Moot Court=M.I.A.'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-518065505063767272</id><published>2009-03-27T23:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T23:06:43.998-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ummm  hamburger</title><content type='html'>I have never wanted a hamburger more than right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X8nJKa13sBo&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X8nJKa13sBo&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some law school stuff happened this week... lots of juicy stuff I will elaborate on later this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-518065505063767272?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/518065505063767272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=518065505063767272' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/518065505063767272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/518065505063767272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/03/ummm-hamburger.html' title='ummm  hamburger'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-6429095439160275116</id><published>2009-03-20T11:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T11:27:27.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'>time flies when...</title><content type='html'>you don't have daily responsibilities&lt;br /&gt;you exercise to exhaustion and then...&lt;br /&gt;you drink on a daily basis&lt;br /&gt;you've got all the 'to do' items on your list done&lt;br /&gt;you don't have class and homework pressing&lt;br /&gt;yard is mowed, grocery shopping is done and..&lt;br /&gt;March Madness takes hold.&lt;br /&gt;you can actually lose whole days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New girl is officially done.  I give up.  &lt;br /&gt;3L is somewhere on vacation with her boyfriend...&lt;br /&gt;me and my bf have been hanging a lot lately, she is the best, in multiple ways  :)&lt;br /&gt;another girl kinda entered the picture over the past week, but it's not worth pursuing.&lt;br /&gt;I have a formal engagement (law prom) coming up and I am debating who to ask to this deal, and if I should even go.&lt;br /&gt;prob will skip it.   I thought a classmate was angling for me to ask her the other day, I will explore this in the coming week to determine if it was what I thought it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and school?&lt;br /&gt;I have read some this week, and over the next three days will hit it hard to get ready for moot court...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-6429095439160275116?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/6429095439160275116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=6429095439160275116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/6429095439160275116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/6429095439160275116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/03/time-flies-when.html' title='time flies when...'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-3567585589172350583</id><published>2009-03-15T23:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T00:43:28.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break.</title><content type='html'>SCOTUS brief is done.&lt;br /&gt;Final check and go-thru tomorrow morning before I turn it in.&lt;br /&gt;I am officially on spring break.&lt;br /&gt;In the next 6 days I am going to get my reading done for the next 2-3 weeks so I can spend the rest of my time during the week prepping for moot court.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to start my outlines for all my classes and get them up to date.&lt;br /&gt;In 4 days I am meeting with my moot court partner to go over our arguments.  Smack dab in the middle of spring break.&lt;br /&gt;Law school sucks.&lt;br /&gt;It really does suck.&lt;br /&gt;I'm jus' sayin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also:&lt;br /&gt;New girl is a goner, didn't return a couple of calls last week, ditto on some texts...  went from 100 to zero in 7 days.  She was into me, I was into her, we meshed, we gelled, then it took a long walk off a short pier.    whateva,  such is life.&lt;br /&gt;3L girl really put the fear in me last week... because I think by blog may no longer be anonymous I will just say that she now scares me, like no girl/woman has scared me before.  It's all fun and games till someone gets hurt, and by someone I mean me and by hurt I mean physically.  &lt;br /&gt;So, I start spring break with a clean slate, so to speak.  I will always find ways to cause turmoil in my life, I always do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-3567585589172350583?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/3567585589172350583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=3567585589172350583' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/3567585589172350583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/3567585589172350583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break.'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-8222361806256348740</id><published>2009-03-13T15:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T15:12:04.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'>humor</title><content type='html'>my new favorite.   &lt;a href="http://courtoons.wordpress.com/"&gt;courtoons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-8222361806256348740?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/8222361806256348740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=8222361806256348740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/8222361806256348740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/8222361806256348740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/03/humor.html' title='humor'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-7343201614419823897</id><published>2009-03-12T18:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T18:36:01.439-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Set me straight...</title><content type='html'>So i have been getting quite a few emails about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my school we have the following requirements for our Legal Writing and Research class for 2nd Semester of 1L:&lt;br /&gt;1. 3 page client letter concerning our Motion memo from 1st semester.&lt;br /&gt;2. A couple of bullshit research assignments.&lt;br /&gt;3. 3000 word (14 pages or so) Appellate Motion brief.&lt;br /&gt;4. 6500 word (35 plus pages) Supreme Court Brief due before Spring Break.&lt;br /&gt;5.  AND 3 days after spring break Moot Court starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all for 2 credit hours.  This blows.    I have heard from some people at other schools about what they have to do and let me tell you they are doing FAR less in LWR than we are.  What are YOU having to do at your school?  You don't have to identify the school if you don't want to, I'm just curious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-7343201614419823897?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/7343201614419823897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=7343201614419823897' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/7343201614419823897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/7343201614419823897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/03/set-me-straight.html' title='Set me straight...'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-4222973779693160314</id><published>2009-03-10T22:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:59:23.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DONE!</title><content type='html'>Appellate brief is done, the nearly final copy rough draft anyway!  I'm feeling kinda awesomesauce at the moment...  Final copy not due till noon on Monday. The hard part is over.  6300 words of greatness!  My paper is gonna kick ass by Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also,   another facebook spotting...  You know your getting old when you see people from your past that you made out with and it's been long enough (like a decade or more) that they have COMPLETELY let themselves go.  Good lord ladies, mix in a salad.  or some lipo.  I'm just saying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw.  did I mention my 35 page appellate brief is done.  well, basically done.   yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-4222973779693160314?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/4222973779693160314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=4222973779693160314' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/4222973779693160314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/4222973779693160314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/03/done.html' title='DONE!'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-7859259308298338394</id><published>2009-03-08T23:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:39:03.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>meh.</title><content type='html'>meh, that describes my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My appellate brief is kickin' my arse.  I spent all weekend on it.  literally all fucking weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't read for classes this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't heard from new girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meh, that describes my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know that the sun is going to rise in the east tomorrow  and I will watch it happen just as I do everyday, and that makes me smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is nothing more than good health and a bad memory.&lt;br /&gt;Albert Schweitzer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-7859259308298338394?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/7859259308298338394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=7859259308298338394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/7859259308298338394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/7859259308298338394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/03/meh.html' title='meh.'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-3778396482445176927</id><published>2009-03-07T23:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T23:51:31.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ramblings</title><content type='html'>Had date with new girl on thursday and..... ehh?  I got nothing in the way of feedback.  We had a great time, laughed like crazy, talked about all kinds of serious and stupid stuff and at the end of the night I was still wondering...   I think she may be trying to not let herself go there since she is leaving for med school in a few months... just a thought.  wtf do I know, she could just "not be that into me."  But why go out again.  ugh.  fuggetaboutit and move on, if it works it works, if not so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have rediscovered exercising this semester and I feel better than ever.  Last semester I let myself get out of my exercise routine and now that I have found myself in another pattern for the last month or so I am really starting to reap the benefits.  I like what I see in the mirror these days.  :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think some of my classmates have discovered by blog, if you have then great, if not I am being paranoid.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ongoing on-again, off-again drama with Miss 3L continues to rear its ugly head about once a week.  I DO NOT know what to make of that chica, just when I think I have it figured out she throws me for a loop.  and by loop I mean HER being loopy, chicks can be super funny sometimes in just how ridiculous they can be when it comes to falling all over boys.  I 'still' don't think her boyfriend knows because he still says hi to me in the hallways.  Oh yeah, I got myself in one hell of a pickle there...  I love my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During spring break I am going to wean myself off of my dependance on the sweet nectar of life that most people call coffee.  I did say wean, no way in hell I am giving the stuff up.  I love the bean of life!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also during spring break I am going to do lots of stuff that I am not able to do during the semester.  I am going to be bad and that is all I am willing to post online for everyone to read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to start my research on my next dog that I am going to get during spring break.  Preliminary choices: weinheimer, Rhodesian ridgeback, or another lab mix of some sort, the search continues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-3778396482445176927?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/3778396482445176927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=3778396482445176927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/3778396482445176927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/3778396482445176927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/03/ramblings.html' title='ramblings'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-4054468685919427518</id><published>2009-03-04T22:23:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T07:47:32.064-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Button up now...</title><content type='html'>I saw the movie: The Curious Case of Benjamin Button over winter break and remember today how much it affected me.  That movie really stirred something inside of me.  Especially this quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For what it's worth: it's never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There's no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you're proud of. If you find that you're not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one ever gave this speech to me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father was a non-issue in my life right up till the time I watched him waste away from cancer and ultimately take him.  My step-dad was a great man that did the best he could.  My mom is the strongest person I know on the face of this earth.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a huge life change coming to law school.  Very few people supported me, I can only think of one that was actually supporting me and she is no longer in my life.  None of my friends were gung-ho about the idea.  My mom supported me, but I could tell that she held some trepidation about the idea even if she didn't say it, I could see and feel it.  You could say that my cheering section and support group are somewhat lacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not been on the ball this semester.  Just barely doing enough to get by on a daily basis, not really caring one way or another.  I didn't really care.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had a class project in CivPro were we had to style an entire lawsuit on the board in front of the entire class, figure out all the rules that apply and our classmates would choose someone after they applied one rule and so on.  I hadn't re-read ANY notes or done ANY extra studying for CivPro this entire semester.   I read my notes from the previous weeks classes 20 minutes before this class started.  I knew I was fucked if someone chose me, someone chose me.&lt;br /&gt;I fell flat on my face, really made an ass of myself in front of my classmates.  I was speechless up there.  I had nothing.  I stood up there for an eternity.  The professor walked me thru it, barely.&lt;br /&gt;I felt like shit, total shit.&lt;br /&gt;I really thought about leaving school today and not coming back.  Walking out the door and never showing my face in that place again.  Yes, it was that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am not the smartest in my class, far from it actually, but I really let myself down today.  It really hit home just how much I have let myself go. I am doing an about face from this point forward.  I am going to put into law school the drive and determination that saw me succeed in my previous career.  I just hope its enough to overcome this pit in my stomach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-4054468685919427518?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/4054468685919427518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=4054468685919427518' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/4054468685919427518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/4054468685919427518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/03/buttons.html' title='Button up now...'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-394554130258506510</id><published>2009-03-03T22:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:25:44.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'>stuff</title><content type='html'>I get to see new girl again on Thursday.  I am still smitten.   Really. Really. Really. Stupid smile on my face and everyone, I MEAN EVERYONE, keeps asking me what's going on with me...  great googly moogly I am a moron.  I don't even know if this feeling is mutual... I think it is, but who really knows about these things until they have time to work themselves out.&lt;br /&gt;I have one major reservation, she has had two medical school interviews in the past few weeks.  Based on her numbers and the schools I think she'll get in, and that means moving away.  Minimum of 2hrs away which isn't a big deal, but could be 12hrs away... it's fucked up that I am even worried about it.  I told you, I am smitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School:  I am in the middle of Appellate Brief hell.  I have read and briefed 32 scotus cases so far, have a rough outline, have pinpoint cites for my outline, pleadings are written, and I have NO desire to finish it.  I have over a week till the rough draft is due but I will probably try to get it done in the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;I am still struggling with Property.  I hate this class.  It's not the Prof, its the material, it just sucks.  total lamesauce. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though school sucks right now with so much going on, I am smiling and floating on cloud 9.   Life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/small%20happy%20face" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/trixiegram/Happy%20face/laughingsun.jpg" border="0" alt="small sun Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-394554130258506510?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/394554130258506510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=394554130258506510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/394554130258506510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/394554130258506510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/03/stuff.html' title='stuff'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-8670210252501766583</id><published>2009-03-01T18:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T19:01:56.970-06:00</updated><title type='text'>repeating mistakes?</title><content type='html'>Didn't we already make this mistake with Iraq.     http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090301/ap_on_re_us/mullen_iran&lt;br /&gt;I thought when Bush went the chest beating, brow beating, and war mongering would go with him.  Guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for reference: http://www.cnn.com/2003/ALLPOLITICS/07/08/wbr.iraq.claims/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-8670210252501766583?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/8670210252501766583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=8670210252501766583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/8670210252501766583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/8670210252501766583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/03/repeating-mistakes.html' title='repeating mistakes?'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-1326949039528604598</id><published>2009-02-27T22:29:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T22:47:39.484-06:00</updated><title type='text'>26 hours later.</title><content type='html'>A friend who I don't see that often told me that she has this girl that I have to meet, which is NEVER  a good thing.  So I make her show me a picture and the girl is hot, really hot.  My friend then tells me that this girl saw me a few months ago as I was leaving the bar one night and she thought that me and my friend were going out!!!  My friend told her that wasn't the case and then she commented on how hot I was!   I don't care who you are, that makes you feel good when someone attractive finds you attractive.  Instant confidence booster.  &lt;br /&gt;So a few months have passed since this incident, which I knew NOTHING about as my friend never bothered to mention it.  She does mention it to the other girl earlier this week, my friend calls me, numbers are exchanged, and a drink date gets made for thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met her for a drink Thursday night around 8pm.  I just took her back to her car 30 minutes ago, its 10:30pm on Friday.  26 hrs, straight.  Hit a few bars that night till closing time at 2am, had some friends over at my house till 6am, went to sleep as sun came up.   Got up around noonish and we lounged on my couch ALL day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how life can change so very quickly.&lt;br /&gt;I am smitten, and still have a permanent smile attached to my face.   Yeah me!   LIfe is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps:  I have lots of catching up to do this weekend in reality word that is law skool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-1326949039528604598?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/1326949039528604598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=1326949039528604598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/1326949039528604598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/1326949039528604598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/02/26-hours-later.html' title='26 hours later.'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-8487875484641421921</id><published>2009-02-24T20:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T20:50:40.554-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My worst fears...</title><content type='html'>have been confirmed.  Tonight, the guy who works at the Liquor Store said hi to me, in the grocery store.     FML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-8487875484641421921?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/8487875484641421921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=8487875484641421921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/8487875484641421921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/8487875484641421921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-worst-fears.html' title='My worst fears...'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-4317099931279315668</id><published>2009-02-23T19:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T20:02:53.334-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So a guy walks into a bar...</title><content type='html'>and walks directly up to the bar and orders a drink.  &lt;br /&gt;while ignoring the girl who he was meeting at said bar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her:  ugh, you ordered a drink before you even said hi to me.&lt;br /&gt;me: yep&lt;br /&gt;her:  that was kind of rude.&lt;br /&gt;me:  yep&lt;br /&gt;her: is there something wrong?&lt;br /&gt;me: yep&lt;br /&gt;her: well?&lt;br /&gt;me: you weren't smart enough to realize by my mood and our conversation earlier that I had a horribly shitty day, wanted a drink and some company, HENCE me inviting you here tonight after telling you I wanted to hang out and decompress from a shitty day.  But YOU were only worried about you and how I remotely ignored you for 5 seconds while I ordered a drink. (close, but not verbatim)&lt;br /&gt;her: your being a dick (or something to that effect)&lt;br /&gt;me: yep&lt;br /&gt;her: your being childish&lt;br /&gt;me: yep, I just realized that I'm just not that into you.  &lt;br /&gt;her: and this is how you act.&lt;br /&gt;me: yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whereas I threw the barkeep a $5 for the beer and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;I've been in a kind of super-dick mode lately.  I blame law school. &lt;br /&gt;or my drinking...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-4317099931279315668?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/4317099931279315668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=4317099931279315668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/4317099931279315668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/4317099931279315668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-guy-walks-into-bar.html' title='So a guy walks into a bar...'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-3180057228235103739</id><published>2009-02-19T15:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T16:04:18.665-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HowDy</title><content type='html'>LOST was awesomesauce last night.  One of the best in a long time.    &lt;a href="http://u-can-call-me-jax.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jax&lt;/a&gt; turned me unto this: &lt;a href="http://thelostdiary.com/"&gt;Lost Diary&lt;/a&gt; and I am even more hooked than I have been for the previous seasons.  I usually don't read diaries or commentaries on shows, I watch, am entertained, and get on with life.  But LOST is so complex and intertwined that it helps to have someone break it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damages was also great last night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to reading, and studying, for a little while.  Happy hour starts in 1 hr...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-3180057228235103739?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/3180057228235103739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=3180057228235103739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/3180057228235103739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/3180057228235103739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/02/howdy.html' title='HowDy'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-2132543672326494655</id><published>2009-02-16T20:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:54:28.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'>possessed</title><content type='html'>I was sitting here quietly making love to my keyboard (see: beating the shit out of the keys with my fingers) writing an awful get my ass laughed out of court appellate brief when my printer decided to get all jiggy with itself and start making noises and ultimately running thru about 5 sheets of blank paper.  I came out of my chair a good 8.6 inches, composed myself by saying that mechanical things cannot be possessed by ghosts, and promptly went to the kitchen to pour myself a nice short glass of Baileys over some ice.&lt;br /&gt;I am currently typing while keeping one eye on the printer.  &lt;br /&gt;I've seen this movie: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7K44PqV2Idk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7K44PqV2Idk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-2132543672326494655?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/2132543672326494655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=2132543672326494655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/2132543672326494655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/2132543672326494655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/02/possessed.html' title='possessed'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-6772183141791785029</id><published>2009-02-14T21:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T21:42:14.064-06:00</updated><title type='text'>vday</title><content type='html'>I am sitting in the coffee shop working on a appellate brief at 10pm on a Saturday night and on Vday no less.  Law Skool has killed my life, my desire, everything good...       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am going to open a coffee shop that sells alcohol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-6772183141791785029?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/6772183141791785029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=6772183141791785029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/6772183141791785029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/6772183141791785029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/02/vday.html' title='vday'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-2717350842659996977</id><published>2009-02-12T13:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T13:02:21.069-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I got zero.</title><content type='html'>Motivation that is...  I have the weekend to catch up, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-2717350842659996977?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/2717350842659996977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=2717350842659996977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/2717350842659996977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/2717350842659996977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-got-zero.html' title='I got zero.'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-3010429339959227381</id><published>2009-02-11T20:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T20:20:25.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When's the next meeting?</title><content type='html'>Went to pour myself a nice glass of Petit Verdot and realized that in the last 4 days I have plowed thru 3 bottles of wine.   It's gonna be a long semester... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone else got pwnd in Torts today, I kinda laughed to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a Valentine Card from a fuck-buddy who is going to be out of town for the next week.  Awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an interview on Friday!  Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-3010429339959227381?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/3010429339959227381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=3010429339959227381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/3010429339959227381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/3010429339959227381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/02/whens-next-meeting.html' title='When&apos;s the next meeting?'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-8327536296949661855</id><published>2009-02-10T18:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T19:04:21.265-06:00</updated><title type='text'>facebook</title><content type='html'>I get friend requests time-to-time from old high school classmates.  Granted, I graduated in the early nineties, damn near the late eighties so alot of my HS classmates don't do facebook.  But me being all youngish and hip I'm down with facebook stalking, uh I mean seeing what people are doing versus just asking them... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I get this friend request from this girl I graduated with.  This girl was prime.  Hot beyond all hot.  Sell a kidney to a billionaire to be able to afford a lifestyle that would garner her attention hot.  I wanted her more than those awesome grey stone washed 501's.  We hung out with the same group of friends, we went to movies together, pizza hut, just the two of us but we never went out per se, but I still remember one night at a party we mugged down pretty hard core.  3rd base type stuff.  I wanted her even more after that, but I started seeing someone else and so did she, thats just how HS worked.    Then we graduated and went our separate ways...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't do the HS reunion thing.  The thought of seeing all those fat, divorced, bitter, and otherwise people I no longer care about doesn't appeal to me.  But in the back of my mind I always wondered what Kim was doing.  Ahhhhh, Kim.  She was the one I always wondered about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she sent me a fb friend request, I accepted of course out of curiosity.  She had a picture of some brat ass kid as her profile pic, so I clicked next.  I saw her pic,the years have not been kind.   I threw up in my mouth a little bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-8327536296949661855?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/8327536296949661855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=8327536296949661855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/8327536296949661855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/8327536296949661855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/02/facebook.html' title='facebook'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-3693658693155388704</id><published>2009-02-09T18:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T18:42:33.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'>theory</title><content type='html'>Dissecting legal theory from a case in 1700's England is a f-ing pain in the arse.  What freaking language are they using anyway?  I'm seen retarded chimpanzees that have better command of the English language.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after minutes of excruciatingly painful dissection and the godawful Socratic method I tell the professor:&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don't know what you want.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: blah, blah, blah, beep beep, wonk wonk, blah.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sorry, thats all I've got, pass.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: there are no passes.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Well I guess we can just sit here for another 5 minutes and bang our heads together because I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: uh..... Susan?&lt;br /&gt;Susan: blah, blah, blah, beep beep, wonk wonk, blah.&lt;br /&gt;Prof:  nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt slightly vindicated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few people told me after class "that took balls to say that".  I replied, yep.  &lt;br /&gt;Is it 2nd year yet???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-3693658693155388704?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/3693658693155388704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=3693658693155388704' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/3693658693155388704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/3693658693155388704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/02/theory.html' title='theory'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-7106778378119014902</id><published>2009-02-07T23:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T23:41:09.159-06:00</updated><title type='text'>inspired</title><content type='html'>opening lines from this video are words to live by...the rest of the song applies as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k4LB3RKv4CI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k4LB3RKv4CI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-7106778378119014902?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/7106778378119014902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=7106778378119014902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/7106778378119014902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/7106778378119014902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/02/inspired.html' title='inspired'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-6716129746551904175</id><published>2009-02-05T20:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T20:46:18.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>F!!!</title><content type='html'>I hate appellate briefs.   I despise LRW.  I am grumpy and tired...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-6716129746551904175?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/6716129746551904175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=6716129746551904175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/6716129746551904175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/6716129746551904175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/02/f.html' title='F!!!'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-5091417798640028360</id><published>2009-02-03T20:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:49:00.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'>so....I am a crazy S.O.B.!</title><content type='html'>I've been talking to this girl who is a 3L... well, talking doesn't exactly cover it all especially that one night, but you get the idea.   Things are moving along nice and then I find out she has a live-in boyfriend, who is also a 3L.  Things are...can you say awkward around the school these days.  I don't think he knows about me and I intend to keep it that way.  :)&lt;br /&gt;drama at the law school!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be damned if I am gonna stop.  She approached me, I have a clean conscience.  Its up to her to get out of her bad relationship.  I am just along for the "ride"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When I was crazy, I didn't think of anything but being crazy,”&lt;br /&gt; Margot Kidder &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah me and my crazy effin life!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-5091417798640028360?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/5091417798640028360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=5091417798640028360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/5091417798640028360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/5091417798640028360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/02/soi-am-crazy-sob.html' title='so....I am a crazy S.O.B.!'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-5763760121607604429</id><published>2009-02-03T06:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T06:48:35.927-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pro bono?  (giggity)</title><content type='html'>I giggle every time I hear or read "pro bono".   I realize that its childish, really low brow elementary school humor, but damnit it makes me laugh.  &lt;br /&gt;My school has a pro bono (giggity) fair coming up and I was discussing this with a group of classmates yesterday and one guy in particular, we'll call him Mr. Douchebag, actually laughed when I said I was going to drop off my resume and stuff to a few of the groups at the fair.  I wanted to take my Property book and dislodge his nose from his face.  I wish that guy would swallow a rusty razor blade... I'm just saying that this isn't the first time Mr. Douchebag has earned the ire of me and others.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 and HEROES were on last night, 24 was blah, and HEROES was pretty good, looking forward to this season as it looks like they are going to step it up a notch.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pro bono,  giggity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0cPFhYVXIAs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0cPFhYVXIAs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-5763760121607604429?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/5763760121607604429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=5763760121607604429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/5763760121607604429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/5763760121607604429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/02/pro-bono-giggity.html' title='Pro bono?  (giggity)'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-1674733123716039201</id><published>2009-01-30T08:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T08:16:02.795-06:00</updated><title type='text'>dig it</title><content type='html'>Old school &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gZqYEcGwS3M"&gt;Jam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-1674733123716039201?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/1674733123716039201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=1674733123716039201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/1674733123716039201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/1674733123716039201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/01/dig-it.html' title='dig it'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-7535382430787119642</id><published>2009-01-29T18:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T18:57:06.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Class ranks...</title><content type='html'>Class ranks came out today...  But I am more concerned about Spinach.  yes, that leafy green vegetable.   My southern roots and upbringing were brought to the fore today, as if this was the first time, when someone corrected me on the pronunciation of the word Spinach.  I was not aware of this, but I pronounce it:  Spinage.  Not Spin Age, but Spinauuuuge. &lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/spinach"&gt;Spinach&lt;/a&gt; (click on the microphone) I never enunciate the "ch" at the end.  I never really thought about it to tell you the truth, I eat the stuff almost everyday in salads or in omlettes or on sandwiches.  I am now on the prowl to figure out which other words I mispronounce.   I was corrected many years ago on the proper way to say: strength.  I still sounds funny to me today when i say it correctly...  &lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/strength"&gt; Strength&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-7535382430787119642?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/7535382430787119642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=7535382430787119642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/7535382430787119642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/7535382430787119642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/01/class-ranks.html' title='Class ranks...'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-827281096101643080</id><published>2009-01-28T22:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T22:36:18.941-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TV, because who studies?</title><content type='html'>no spoilers, just reflection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOST was great tonight.  They are really laying the groundwork for some serious plot revelations.  I was completely surprised that one person in particular had actually been to the island.  WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMAGES was also awesomesauce tonight.  I love the plot twists that show comes up wtih. You never know who knows what and who is gonna screw who over, and who is working for who.  luv it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-827281096101643080?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/827281096101643080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=827281096101643080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/827281096101643080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/827281096101643080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/01/tv-because-who-studies.html' title='TV, because who studies?'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-1605870040340082486</id><published>2009-01-28T15:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T15:42:51.652-06:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling all inspired....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/42E2fAWM6rA&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/42E2fAWM6rA&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-1605870040340082486?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/1605870040340082486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=1605870040340082486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/1605870040340082486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/1605870040340082486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/01/feeling-all-inspired.html' title='feeling all inspired....'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-7343633817663675905</id><published>2009-01-27T22:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:16:28.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy crap!</title><content type='html'>WTF is going on???????  My ex-fiance' contacted me today!  what in the hell is going on?  Seriously freaking out, this has been a crazy week...   ex's are coming out of the woodwork.  If that freaky stalker chick from 10 years ago finds me that will be the sign that I need to officially move to Mexico.   crazy week, crazy week indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-7343633817663675905?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/7343633817663675905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=7343633817663675905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/7343633817663675905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/7343633817663675905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/01/holy-crap.html' title='Holy crap!'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-4288119692028419482</id><published>2009-01-27T19:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T19:25:33.744-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Must be the weather...</title><content type='html'>My last two serious girlfriends contacted me this week.  The fact that both of them were the ones who screwed up makes it even more odd, like they are conspiring to throw my head into a tailspin.  I only IM'd with the one I wrote about the other day, I haven't responded to the other one.  Must be the cold weather, loneliness and cold winter nights must be screwing with them...  such is life, well my life anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-4288119692028419482?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/4288119692028419482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=4288119692028419482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/4288119692028419482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/4288119692028419482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/01/must-be-weather.html' title='Must be the weather...'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-7521526051007204443</id><published>2009-01-26T10:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T15:38:41.758-06:00</updated><title type='text'>question</title><content type='html'>How do you know when you have taken "manscaping" too far?   &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=manscaping"&gt;Manscaping&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just curious if any ladies have some thoughts on the subject. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in my Torts reading this morning I will now have nightmares tonight:&lt;br /&gt;"child has the permanent imprint of her mother's hand on her stomach".    Little girl was severely burned, and now that gruesome image is severely burned into my brain.    &lt;a href="http://www.audiocasefiles.com/acf_cases/10089-anderson-v-sears-roebuck-co-/"&gt;Anderson case&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-7521526051007204443?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/7521526051007204443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=7521526051007204443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/7521526051007204443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/7521526051007204443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/01/question.html' title='question'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-5359344104896254849</id><published>2009-01-25T23:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T18:41:41.554-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a towel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://hugobell.wordpress.com/"&gt;Hugo&lt;/a&gt; turned me onto &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BgrNHvJugZk"&gt; Hadise&lt;/a&gt; and I am hooked.  This is officially my new "I want to git my freaky on wit chu chica" song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-5359344104896254849?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/5359344104896254849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=5359344104896254849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/5359344104896254849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/5359344104896254849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-need-towel.html' title='I need a towel'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-579919666604516426</id><published>2009-01-25T22:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T22:16:07.787-06:00</updated><title type='text'>blah</title><content type='html'>I have been EXTREMELY lazy this weekend.   Got some things done around the house and laundry is done.  The essentials are taken care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent 4 hours on Westlaw Saturday night doing research for a Property project.  10pm on Saturday night, me and the coffee shop and Westlaw, my life rocks.  You know your jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have settled on a moot court partner.  Should be interesting.  She is a 5' spitfire of legal knowledge.  Should be a good mixture with my overwhelming knowledge of how to BS my way thru anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the first day back at school since grades came out, should be interesting to see who looks like they contemplated committing suicide this weekend.  I am less interested in seeing the douchebags who won't be able to resist telling everyone how they got such and such grade in such and such class.  I don't care that you got an A+ in Contracts, really I don't.  I sure as hell didn't and if I did, you wouldn't know about it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hung out with some of my classmates saturday morning playing soccer for about an hour.  The first 10 minutes of  warming up and kicking the ball around was about grades... I wanted to puke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-579919666604516426?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/579919666604516426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=579919666604516426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/579919666604516426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/579919666604516426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/01/blah.html' title='blah'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-6948391496388787042</id><published>2009-01-25T09:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T10:01:43.494-06:00</updated><title type='text'>weird weekend</title><content type='html'>Grades came out friday.  I passed.  Absolutely nothing stellar, nothing surprisingly bad either.   &lt;br /&gt;As one of our Deans said, 90% of the class isn't in the top 10%...  true dat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got an email last night from an ex.  Really struck me as odd.  She IM'd around midnight last night, we talked for 2hrs. Strange feelings came over me.  Life is complicated sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been too particularly productive this weekend, oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-6948391496388787042?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/6948391496388787042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=6948391496388787042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/6948391496388787042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/6948391496388787042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/01/weird-weekend.html' title='weird weekend'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-1696183597518118256</id><published>2009-01-22T15:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T15:25:03.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grades</title><content type='html'>Grades come out tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I daydreamed thru property this morning. &lt;br /&gt;I am getting absolutely nothing done today.&lt;br /&gt;I spent the last 3 hours looking for a new laptop/messenger bag.&lt;br /&gt;I really wasn't worried about grades, but now I am...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-1696183597518118256?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/1696183597518118256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=1696183597518118256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/1696183597518118256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/1696183597518118256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/01/grades.html' title='Grades'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-4124499337262176055</id><published>2009-01-19T19:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T19:17:40.355-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Musings and my Mom</title><content type='html'>Classes start tomorrow, at least the ones that didn't get rescheduled or cancelled due to the Prez thingy.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get grades for another week, at least.  lamesauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT really in the mood to fire up the scholarly motivation just yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actual text log between me and my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  I am not ready to come home from my vacation.&lt;br /&gt;Mom:  aren't you home yet?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  no, still in *********&lt;br /&gt;Mom:  when does school start?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Tues&lt;br /&gt;Mom:  weren't you supposed to fly home 3 days ago?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  yeah...  older women are far diff from college girls&lt;br /&gt;Mom:  what???  how old?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  45&lt;br /&gt;Mom:  (name deleted)!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me:  she told me I could live with her and keep her "company" here in her condo, on the beach...  must drop out of school though.  struggling with this decision.  :)&lt;br /&gt;Mom:  OMG!  I hv a gigolo for a son!!!  r u coming back?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Yes u do!   Yes I am coming back.&lt;br /&gt;Mom:  come home and start studying.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  ok... I need one more round b4 I leave&lt;br /&gt;Mom:  OK!  Way to go son!  then get on that f-ing plane...  luv u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the best Mom ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-4124499337262176055?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/4124499337262176055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=4124499337262176055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/4124499337262176055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/4124499337262176055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/01/musings-and-my-mom.html' title='Musings and my Mom'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-830490358199082600</id><published>2009-01-07T01:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T13:32:20.164-06:00</updated><title type='text'>chicken nuggets and a job</title><content type='html'>Nip/Tuck premiered tonight, I was thoroughly psyched.  It was a great season premiere, looks like another great season.&lt;br /&gt;I ate chicken nuggets while watching the show.  I love chicken nuggets.  They are quite possibly the best food ever, that is until you remember Kraft mac and cheese, the original in the box.  Don't even try to give me some of that white cheddar or Easy Mac crap.  Cheddar flavor in the box, don't fuck with a legend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also worked on my cover letters to employers today.  I just about have my excel spreadsheet done listing all of the employers I am going to apply to for summer internships, 75 listed so far.  Hope I get something in this economy.  I would even take an unpaid internship for the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my blogging colleagues are getting their grades back, hooray for you.  We don't get them till the first week of February....  such is life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-830490358199082600?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/830490358199082600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=830490358199082600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/830490358199082600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/830490358199082600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/01/chicken-nuggets-and-job.html' title='chicken nuggets and a job'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-2920465375641628292</id><published>2009-01-02T13:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T13:38:22.164-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>Got a bunch of little chores that I need to get done, lots of errands to run, non-law related books that I want to read on break, and I am glued to the couch like a sloth with a broken leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neeeeeedddddd  moooootivaaaaaaation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/couch%20tv" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i471.photobucket.com/albums/rr73/rottenjonny888/2d2d7159.jpg" border="0" alt="Typical guy Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-2920465375641628292?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/2920465375641628292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=2920465375641628292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/2920465375641628292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/2920465375641628292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2009/01/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-8134584048797182598</id><published>2008-12-28T00:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T00:21:22.995-06:00</updated><title type='text'>remember</title><content type='html'>Remember that each day is a gift, and that each experience is a lesson, and that each person you encounter either for a second or  a lifetime can have a profound affect on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a dream, follow it even though you may get sidetracked from time-to-time,  stay on course and live out your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of ups and downs, its how you handle the ride that determines your path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play hard, study hard, work hard, and enjoy life.  Law school is but a bump in road in our long lives, fret not over the little things, things have a way of working out over time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-8134584048797182598?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/8134584048797182598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=8134584048797182598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/8134584048797182598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/8134584048797182598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2008/12/remember.html' title='remember'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-3273578965727021242</id><published>2008-12-25T13:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T13:35:20.154-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy December 25th!!!</title><content type='html'>Happy Happy Joy Joy to whatever you and yours may be celebrating today or this month!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-3273578965727021242?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/3273578965727021242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=3273578965727021242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/3273578965727021242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/3273578965727021242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-december-25th.html' title='Happy December 25th!!!'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-2352516096763124488</id><published>2008-12-23T12:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:56:49.882-06:00</updated><title type='text'>boo hoo</title><content type='html'>I am have been a sniveling fool these past few days.&lt;br /&gt;I think the end of finals and too much free time on my hands lent itself to massive amounts of drinking and remorseful thoughts.  I am so glad that I am going on a proper vacation.  Christmas and New Years in Colorado!&lt;br /&gt;getting away is always good for the spirit.  And spirits are good for getting away when you are stuck at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw my civpro book on my desk this morning and for a split second I thought about picking it up and reading a bit for next semester.  Then I came to my senses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite being all mushy inside, on the outside I am quite the handyman.  Bob Vila ain't got shit on me!  I have been working on my house a bit since school ended and was up in the attic last night doing some work and this morning I couldn't find my tape measure.  Yes, I know what you are saying, "its only a tape measure".  But, I have had this tape measure for years now, through multiple house remodels, projects at friends houses, it has been dropped from roofs, buried in trenches (only to be dug up by me looking for it :) ) and thru it all this tape measure keeps going.  Thing is, its not a fancy contractor grade super heavy duty tape measure, just a run of the mill generic 25' jobber.  It has character, it has battle wounds, I know it and it knows me (wow that was weird to type that) and it is always on my hip or tool belt when working.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...this morning I go to start working and can't find it.  Looked everywhere, like 20 minutes of checking every inch of the house and garage, then I remember the attic.  Attics have insulation, things disappear in insulation and I was up there for awhile kicking around so it is probably lost for good.  I crawled around in my attic at 7:30 this morning for what felt like an eternity and finally gave up, surrendered the tape measure to the gremlins in the attic.  Work my way out of the attic and when I get to the crawl hole guess what I spy out of the corner of my eye, my trusty tape measure buried in the insulation.  I must have kicked it and exposed it when I went past it when I got into the attic.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does all this mean?  I think me and my tape measure were meant for each other, I've had it longer than any relationship...&lt;br /&gt;is it noon yet?  I need a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x133/imwithhappy/General/tape_measure_lg_blk.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-2352516096763124488?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/2352516096763124488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=2352516096763124488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/2352516096763124488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/2352516096763124488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2008/12/boo-hoo.html' title='boo hoo'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x133/imwithhappy/General/th_tape_measure_lg_blk.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-2827689400786662597</id><published>2008-12-22T23:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T23:48:13.224-06:00</updated><title type='text'>cured</title><content type='html'>A good friend asked me over dinner some time ago "do you still think of her?"&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;in what manner?&lt;br /&gt;many ways actually.&lt;br /&gt;after what she did, do you still think of her in a favorable light?&lt;br /&gt;yes and no.&lt;br /&gt;what would you do if you saw her?&lt;br /&gt;I did see her, months ago, she was still with him, our eyes met, I turned away.&lt;br /&gt;did you want to contact her?&lt;br /&gt;for what purpose?&lt;br /&gt;to see how she was, did you desire to reach out to her?&lt;br /&gt;desire yes, but no action did I take.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;because I no longer want her in my life.&lt;br /&gt;but yet you still desire her?&lt;br /&gt;yes, but it is difficult to explain, I don't want her back.&lt;br /&gt;So, you desire her but don't want her in your life?&lt;br /&gt;yes.  She made her choice to leave, she could choose to come back.&lt;br /&gt;So your not over her and would take her back?&lt;br /&gt;No, I would not take her back.&lt;br /&gt;So you wouldn't take her back but you still want or desire her?&lt;br /&gt;yes I replied.  ( I validated this thought in my head as I ended the conversation with my friend, I had enough, I was over her and me trying to rekindle anything would only lead to problems after the newness wore off i rationalized to myself.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched "My Zinc Bed" on HBO tonight, great movie adaptation of the play.  The closing line of the movie really hit me:&lt;br /&gt;"If you were cured, you'd be cured of desire, who wants to be cured of desire"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all desires are healthy, some are wrought with pitfalls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accept my fate, I live my life, I am damaged, waiting to be cured.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-2827689400786662597?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/2827689400786662597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=2827689400786662597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/2827689400786662597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/2827689400786662597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2008/12/cured.html' title='cured'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-2709698278555765492</id><published>2008-12-21T23:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T23:58:15.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'>love</title><content type='html'>Love, it is powerful.&lt;br /&gt;can be overwhelming,&lt;br /&gt;mysterious at times,&lt;br /&gt;clear as a blue sky sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;can cut like the sharpest of knives when taken,&lt;br /&gt;can be destroyed in the blink of an eye,&lt;br /&gt;can be created by just a simple glance,&lt;br /&gt;fills the emptiness,&lt;br /&gt;mends the worst of worst days,&lt;br /&gt;can overflow an empty heart,&lt;br /&gt;gives you something to live for each day,&lt;br /&gt;expands your own self awareness,&lt;br /&gt;if taken can destroy,&lt;br /&gt;compels you to take risks,&lt;br /&gt;is the ultimate ying/yang,&lt;br /&gt;i have a love hate relationship with love,&lt;br /&gt;I realized something saturday night around midnight,&lt;br /&gt;I am ready to love again, really give myself, really go deep,&lt;br /&gt;last time it hurt when that love died in my arms,&lt;br /&gt;really hurt,&lt;br /&gt;I knew this day would come,&lt;br /&gt;yearned and dreaded it,&lt;br /&gt;but it has come and I accept it.&lt;br /&gt;It felt good, knowing that I was ready once again.&lt;br /&gt;I do not take this decision lightly, &lt;br /&gt;two times in my life have I given my heart completely,&lt;br /&gt;twice have i wallowed in sobs that ceased not even with the rising of the sun,&lt;br /&gt;I was shown by one single eyeball last night that I am once again capable and ready to love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-2709698278555765492?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/2709698278555765492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=2709698278555765492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/2709698278555765492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/2709698278555765492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2008/12/love.html' title='love'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-5233539419561033975</id><published>2008-12-19T14:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T14:26:33.047-06:00</updated><title type='text'>schools out...</title><content type='html'>schools out:&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/schools%20out" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn137/mollystar14/GudgeonvilleBridgeFairviewLakeCity2.jpg" border="0" alt="Schools Out Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I get to call United and play trip organizer with the reservation people.  This would be MUCH easier if I wasn't using frequent flier miles, but I'm not spending money when I got good hard earned miles in my account.  Come to think of it, I've got enough miles in my account to fly first class to Australia, or I could fly business to Hawaii and then economy to Colorado....dammit, after my 4hr contracts final this morning my brain is fried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-5233539419561033975?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/5233539419561033975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=5233539419561033975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/5233539419561033975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/5233539419561033975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2008/12/schools-out.html' title='schools out...'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-6979660895936413560</id><published>2008-12-18T21:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T21:45:23.093-06:00</updated><title type='text'>lame attempt at humor</title><content type='html'>Bush has the reflexes of a much younger man, but seriously a shoe?  I know Arab cultures, I fully understand the symbolism but dammit be a man and throw a camera or something substantial if you want to make a statement.  A shoe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5D5oKEVqQJg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5D5oKEVqQJg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-6979660895936413560?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/6979660895936413560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=6979660895936413560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/6979660895936413560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/6979660895936413560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2008/12/lame-attempt-at-humor.html' title='lame attempt at humor'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-714504697851439789</id><published>2008-12-18T21:16:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T21:37:17.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'>zero</title><content type='html'>I have zero motivation at this point.  Contracts final is in 12hrs and I still think I might fail.  OK, maybe not fail, but damn if it doesn't feel that way right now...  I have studied, but not nearly as much as I did for my other 3 finals.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x133/imwithhappy/funny%20internet%20stuff/Head20on20Desk.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously ready for this semester to be over.  Going to law skool after being in the real world for 15yrs has been really hard, hard like waking up in the morning and asking yourself if you made the biggest mistake of your life hard...  Not hard like when you had to get up in the morning and sneak out after your first one night stand and you couldn't remember the persons name, but hard like going from the couch to a bar stool to watch a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to live the movie theater life, comfy.  Saw something I wanted, bought it.  Vacation somewhere new this year, went there.  So I throw it all away to finally live this dream that I have been thinking about for 10+ yrs.  Yeah, I have been thinking about law skool for 10 yrs now, and now that I finally did it, I feel like that guy who finally decided to go sky diving at 50 and when he steps into the door to jump he sees the ground WAY down there and says wtf have I done?  yep, I'm that guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mistakenly got caught up in the 22yr old's anxiety that if you don't get good grades you'll never get a job bullshit.  I hate myself for this.  I know plenty of attorneys, over 20 in fact, not a single one graduated anywhere within sniffing distance of top20%.  Every single one of these attorneys also told me that NOBODY cares what your class rank was 5 yrs after graduation, its how hard you work.  What alot of 22yo kids don't know is that law school isn't like med school.  When you graduate from law skool, you really don't know anything about how to practice law, you know the broad concepts, but functionally you are an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know all of this but I still study hard.  Face it-while I am probably not gonna be anywhere near the top20%,  I sure as hell don't want to be in the bottom 20% either.  I am going to law school to learn the law, to become a lawyer, and enjoy the next 30yrs of work.  These 3 yrs are gonna be a drag, school is not really fun, and my life is drastically different from what it was.  But I am gonna make the best of, study hard, get the grades I get, and thank the admissions people everyday that I got into the best school in my state and one of the best in the region!  And least I have a leg up there.  The preceding two sentences were courtesy of my fellow classmates who have instilled in me this new found right of "prestige whore".  Even though we are not at Harvard, we are the Harvard of this state....such is life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961051302608640279-714504697851439789?l=somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/feeds/714504697851439789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961051302608640279&amp;postID=714504697851439789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/714504697851439789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961051302608640279/posts/default/714504697851439789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatreasonableperson.blogspot.com/2008/12/zero.html' title='zero'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14010956816464179396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaHDXOugu-k/STxKEHOKkBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V3xHC9bJ_RI/S220/Law_Scale.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x133/imwithhappy/funny%20internet%20stuff/th_Head20on20Desk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961051302608640279.post-9148623396803935576</id><published>2008-12-18T11:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T11:25:04.618-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The end is near...</title><content type='html'>I always wondered what would be the sign that I knew our society was on the brink of collapse.  I have now seen the sign...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="bchead"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="ef" href="http://www.blogger.com/email.friend?postingID=954122212"&gt;email this posting to a friend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://columbus.craigslist.org/"&gt;columbus craigslist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &amp;gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/mis/"&gt;missed connections&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div id="flags"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div id="flagMsg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   please &lt;a href="http://www.craigslist.org/about/help/flags_and_community_moderation"&gt;flag&lt;/a&gt; with care:&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div id="flagChooser"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a class="fl" id="flag16" href="http://www.blogger.com/flag/?flagCode=16&amp;amp;postingID=954122212" title="Wrong category, wrong site, discusses another post, or otherwise misplaced"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    miscategorized&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a class="fl" id="flag28" href="http://www.blogger.com/flag/?flagCode=28&amp;amp;postingID=954122212" title="Violates craigslist Terms Of Use or other posted guidelines"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    prohibited&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a class="fl" id="flag15" href="http://www.blogger.com/flag/?flagCode=15&amp;amp;postingID=954122212" title="Posted too frequently, in multiple cities/categories, or is too commercial"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    spam/overpost&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a class="fl" id="flag9" href="http://www.blogger.com/flag/?flagCode=9&amp;amp;postingID=954122212" title="Should be considered for inclusion in the Best-Of-Craigslist"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    best of craigslist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tsb"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;a href="http://www.craigslist.org/about/help/exploitation_of_minors"&gt;Please report suspected exploitation of minors to the appropriate authorities&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;The baby is yours, Chris - w4m&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reply to: &lt;a href="mailto:pers-954122212@craigslist.org?subject=The%20baby%20is%20yours,%20Chris%20-%20w4m"&gt;pers-954122212@craigslist.org&lt;/a&gt; &lt;sup&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.craigslist.org/about/help/replying_to_posts" target="_blank" title="How do I reply?"&gt;?&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 2008-12-11,  2:45PM EST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="userbody"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris -- I lied when you asked if the baby was yours. She is. I don't know why I didn't want you in our lives at the time, but now I regret it. Our daughter is 10 months old now and so beautiful. She deserves to know her daddy. Will you forgive me for lying to you? Will you be there for your daughter now? 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