No one lives in the house across the street. Really, no one. It has yellow crime-scene-type tape all around it. At night, something inside that house glows an eerie shade of blue. Very X-Files-ish.
Law school breeds better assholes. Better than??? Anything.
Professor Civ Pro II calls us all by our given names, and expects us to do the same. He has a little kid name but he's older than anyone I've ever met before. It's a little weird. He rides a bike to school and has a sweet pair of bright yellow radio earmuffs with big antennas that extend upwards about a foot over his head. It's amusing. When he comes into class he's always wearing a sweater. He always takes the sweater off and rolls up his sleeves like we're getting ready to do crafts. Very Mr. Rogers-y. When he pulls the sweater off (over his head) I always fear he is going to pull himself right down to the floor.
You can't get away with planning your own fun. The SBA will see to that.
If one more person tells me they are going to fail on an exam, I'm going to tell them to go fuck themselves. Seriously, no one cares about how badly you are going to do. You can't fail and you'll probably do just as well as the vast majority of the rest of us. Quit whining, suck it up and stop hitting me up for validation.
It's funny to look back on all the early hook-ups. Man - those people weren't thinking properly. Life is full of regret and most of them got a heaping helping full.
My roommate won't let me get a chicken.
When you go all in on a full house and get beat by four 2's, it stings a little.
Whiskey is the best thing ever. Maker's will make any bad day good again...I promise.
If all you have to talk about is your boobs, who has touched your boobs, how big your boobs are or what you and your boobs will be doing later - I categorically don't give a fuck.
It snowed yesterday for 2 minutes. Today, it's 65 degrees outside.
Trees are wonderful and shade is great - bird shit all over your car is the grits.
Time spent reading/sleeping/blogging the day before a Civ Pro exam is time well spent.
I might get a chicken and just not tell my roommate about it.
If you have vast knowledge of pleadings or discovery in civil litigation, I welcome your phone call this evening. Email me if you want the number. No, really.
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