Coyote Fun

Can I buy a bathroom break?

Tomorrow will suck and I'll show you why:

8:40-10:00   Torts
10:00-11:00  Contracts
11:00-12:00  Contracts make-up
12:00-1:00   Crim make-up
1:00-2:30     Civ Pro (starting Erie)

You may have noticed, as did I, that there is no room for lunch.  Lunch!  The only part of my day that isn't tainted with some sort of learny-time thing - lunch.

Wait...I'm hearing...yes - class for Friday has been cancelled.  What's that?  Oh not for everyone - just my section?  Well that is good news.  After tomorrow's wickedness - I have 10 days off.  10 days off.  10 days off.  10 days off... 

Table for one

Well, that's it...my kids are gone.  I can't say that the time alone is better really.  I thought it would be.  I thought it would be magical.  Mostly - it's quiet.  And a little lonely.  I miss my family - my pre-law life.

On the way to school this morning I saw something new - frozen roadkill.  An orange cat was upside down with it's frosty little paws up in the air and a stiff raccoon was keeping watch over a gas station.  Frozen roadkill - there are things you just don't get to experience in Southern California.

Virginia personalized plate spotting - ME RONK

Crim is calling...

Why Come Here?

Because application season is afoot once again, I thought I'd let you know that my school offers free tampons in the female restrooms.  That's right.  You think the big boys dole out those kind of perks?  Think again - you'll be shelling out for Tampax there.  So, if you have a uterus, and you like free shit - this is the place for you.

First of Many

Alberto Gonzales?! Alberto Freaking Gonzales?? I can't wait to see who he nominates for the bench.  Absolutely unbelievable that you - you majority of Americans - thought it would be a good idea to re-elect this guy.  Getting rid of Ashcroft was supposed to be good news.  This is just shitty news.

Missed what?

I'm back at school - whatever the hell I said about missing it - I take it back.  Screw this place, give me a bed and 34 hours of peace and quiet.

Must..get..sleep

I am spent.  2 days in Vegas was great.  Our wins were dwarfed only by our losses.  I can’t wait to get back home.  I think…I think I miss law school.  OK – I miss being home to be prepared since going is inevitable – but also…well I missed it just a little.  Sentimental for the old school – ahhh.  I will now take this opportunity to reconfirm my abhorrence for the airport in Phoenix.  It remains the worst airport in the country (until I visit all the rest and until something is as bad or worse). 

I can’t remember if I slept at all in the past couple days.  There were a few fleeting moments when I put head to pillow...short blips of time…until something else had to be done….like blackjack.  My body aches from drinking, smoking and gambling away the hours.  I need about 34 hours to get back to normal – which is good really since in the next 34 hours I have Crim, Contracts, a blood drive, a conference with Professor K to discuss Open Memo results, lunch with the Deans and all the make up reading from this weekend.

I did take my books to read on the plane and I did, in fact, do some reading.  What I did not do is bring both of my Crim books, nor did I write down the second reading assignment correctly for Contracts and I haven’t yet gotten the reading for tomorrow emailed to me from the class I missed today.  Catch up… catch up… catch up…  and mustard.  Oh man – I am hilarious.  Time for bed.

Disappear

Teach your children to discover reality.  On my way from long term parking to the airport terminal (on a big ass bus with 5 people in it) there was a young girl – probably 8-9.  The bus driver, her mother and several passengers were ‘playing’ with her, by having her blow at red lights (to turn them green) and say abra cadabra to open gates.  It’s not the imagination that bothered me – but the girl had asked how the light knows how turn from red to green and all the adults gave her this bullshit reason – Magic.  Magic??  Come on – she’s not 4.  She is curious and here is a perfect opportunity to engage in something worthwhile.  Magic.  This kid is not going to like Magic and isn’t going to love science if every event or phenomenon is chalked up to Magic, that great mystical bearer of responsibility for all things we don’t want to bother knowing/learning/understanding/talking about.  Screw Magic – your child will have a far better imagination if she has been exposed to math, science, arts, literature, culture – give her the tools to create endless possibilities in her mind…for if all she can do is suppose inane situations and then sigh out the well-worn Magic maxim…then her imagination is doomed.  And that goes for the rest of us as well.

Flight to NV

I have a chipper flight attendant on my way to Vegas - one with an act.  I guess it was a little better than some I’ve heard, but really – not so much.  Lines like, “there may be 50 ways to leave your lover, but there are only 6 ways to leave this aircraft” are about as fresh as those women on the Massengil commercials.  What a throw back – I don’t think those have run for a while now.  The guy in front of me just reclined his seat – and it pushes my screen down to where I can’t read it.  I love flying.  I love the community of it all – oh, there go my ears…again.  What fun.

Let me tell you about Arkansas – doesn’t look too good from above.  It appears that everything is growing a heavy coat of mold – everything looks either swampy, smelly or fuzzy.  Eww.  Southwest, with whom I haven’t flown in a while, tricked me.  My itinerary showed a non-stop flight from Baltimore to Las Vegas, so imagine my surprise when the Captain announced we were beginning our descent into Little Rock.  ???  Now I wasn’t the one with the biggest beef either – this plane apparently was continuing on to Vegas, then Reno then Portland.  If I had booked a seemingly non-stop flight to Portland and had to stop 3 times first – I’d be a little ticked.

We could de-plane if we liked, but I didn’t like.  Eww.  Then we left late after all that.  LATE.  They opened the doors, closed them, opened them, let on stand-by’s, some people left the plane, Capt said they were doing paperwork – now does he really think people buy that shit?  Just tell me what fell off the plane.  I guess some people bought it – cause the guys behind me had a riveting debate about the nature of the paperwork, suspecting some sort of terrorism documents were in play.

I’m still in the air – though I’m not sure what this says as I write since I can’t read it.  If all goes well – I’ll be in Vegas in 3 hours.  3 hours.  3 hours. 

I'm going

I'm going.  I'm going.  I'm going to Vegas.  That's right - have fun where ever you are while I am living it up in Sin City.  Class for tomorrow was cancelled.  Class being cancelled is the best thing ever.  Better than cake.  It was Torts.  I wish I could trade in cancelled Torts for Civ Pro.  Civ Pro never gets cancelled.  Civ Pro should be cancelled at least once a week.  Civ Pro being cancelled would be like...like....like heaven...I can only imagine.  It would be almost as good as eating cake in Vegas whilst not having Torts - no, better.  Almost as good as kicking ass tonight at poker (thank you very much) - but not quite.  Damn, I love to win.  I am awesome.  Not even Civ Pro today could bring me down.  Even Contracts tried - it put up a good fight, but in the end...Vegas kept me strong.  Happy Weekend.  Lady Luck and I are outta here.

A Plea to the Democratic Party

Can you be the party I used to love? Can someone, anyone, just be liberal and be comfortable with that. Can you not be a raving loon, but be civilized and motivated to acheive real change? Can you not run scared to the middle - the middle is a terrible place to be. The middle is where all the wish-washy votes come out, but you have to pander to the nothingness of the middle to get those votes. You need to energize your base. You need to make people get excited about you as much as they get angry about Bush. And more. If your calling card is "I'm not Bush" - you are not doing the right things. Bush is a total nut - but he's a radical nut and there is strength in that. People want to get amped about the issues and the guy who gets them amped and stays amped with them is going to score more often. Tell me why I'm not going to have Social Security when I retire - and convince me that you can fix it - have radical ideas. Tell me my civil liberties aren't going to get tromped on by over zealous patriot-nazis - and convince me that you won't let it happen. Show me how to shore up this economy and send it booming in the other direction. Get your party together for crying out loud. What the hell is going on?? Be liberal - really liberal...if not, then you're just the other guys. Talk about making changes for the country that people have never heard or never dared believe - and mean it. Make me excited to be a Dem - get the youth of this country behind you because they want to be excited about something....they want to be part of something big. You have to be big. You have to stop being afraid of not being popular and make big moves. In four years we will face another major election...will you be ready then?