Tonight in church my brother-in-law sat behind some lady who almost barfed up a lung. She coughed throughout the entire mass. I understand being sick. Heck, I've been sick these last couple of days. Thats why three drinks and I was GONE tonight... (Thank the mucinex.) But this lady was ILL. She should not have come to church. She coughed every thirty seconds for a good hour. Sometimes instead of coughing she would clear her throat but it would sound more like a sexual moan... I had to choke back my laughter.
When it came time to shake everyone's hands and say "peace be with you," my brother-in-law shook her hand. You can call him whatever you like... a nice guy, a loyal catholic... I will call him a dumb shit. This lady had been hacking in her hands for the last 45 minutes and you go and shake her hand??? Don't touch me. I love you Daniel, but what were you thinking. If you get sick, I will just laugh and say "peace be with you."
I hope everyone has a very Merry Christmas.
P.S. When I got home tonight, I caught the same brother-in-law dropping a load in my toilet... guess I know what you are getting in your stocking.
Friday, December 24, 2010
Thursday, December 23, 2010
The Twins
I'm not really sure why, but I have a weird infatuation with twins. I think they are freaks of nature. Well, no... not freaks. But just really cool. The fact that there are two people that shared the womb together AND look alike, I find that really cool. Every time I meet twins, I inform them of my love of twins... preferably identical ones. I always ask if they switched places just to screw with people. If I had a twin, I'd make her take tests for me. Hopefully she's smart.
I have a pair of friends. They are twins. I somewhat regularly draw attention to the fact that they resemble one another. I also attempt to play them against each other like, "if you don't call me back you won't be my favorite twin anymore." Truthfully, I do not have a favorite because they are very special in their own ways. It's cute because they drive to school together. They often share things. They are virtually the same person in my eyes,... but not. (One is married... which makes it totally hilarious when teachers see them sit next to one another... they look alike BUT HAVE DIFFERENT LAST NAMES. It's the funniest thing you ever saw.)
Whenever I see something about twins on tv or read about twins in magazines, I like to share it with them. One day I was watching this documentary on these sets of twins and they were so competitive with one another that they drove each other to have eating disorders. One weighed like 86lbs. and the other 73lbs, and the 86-pounder was pissed that she was the "fat twin." I warned my dear Twins of this unfortunate story and helped by giving them advice. I believe my note ended with something along the lines of "love each other and eat hamburgers."
The other day when I got to school, the twins were staring at me. I was concerned that something was on my face, or my clothes didn't match or something... but soon I got a better look at the twins. They watched me enter the room, walk up the steps, make it all the way to my seat and I was like what?
Then twin #2 said, "Just say it already?"
To which I had no idea what she was talking about. "Say what, twin #2?"
"Make a remark about the fact we are dressed alike."
"OHHHHH. Well I had noticed... did your mother dress you today?"
We are still friends. I love my twins. And I like to hope they love me. To the twins, if you are reading this... GET A WORKING CELL PHONE AND CALL ME BACK PLAYAS..... OH AND HAVE A MERRY CHRISTMAS.
P.S. Twin #1 used to kick Twin #2 in the face while in the womb... so Twin #2 had brown teeth as a tot. Rude.
P.S.S. The day they dressed alike, I made them take a picture. They were less than pleased.
I have a pair of friends. They are twins. I somewhat regularly draw attention to the fact that they resemble one another. I also attempt to play them against each other like, "if you don't call me back you won't be my favorite twin anymore." Truthfully, I do not have a favorite because they are very special in their own ways. It's cute because they drive to school together. They often share things. They are virtually the same person in my eyes,... but not. (One is married... which makes it totally hilarious when teachers see them sit next to one another... they look alike BUT HAVE DIFFERENT LAST NAMES. It's the funniest thing you ever saw.)
Whenever I see something about twins on tv or read about twins in magazines, I like to share it with them. One day I was watching this documentary on these sets of twins and they were so competitive with one another that they drove each other to have eating disorders. One weighed like 86lbs. and the other 73lbs, and the 86-pounder was pissed that she was the "fat twin." I warned my dear Twins of this unfortunate story and helped by giving them advice. I believe my note ended with something along the lines of "love each other and eat hamburgers."
The other day when I got to school, the twins were staring at me. I was concerned that something was on my face, or my clothes didn't match or something... but soon I got a better look at the twins. They watched me enter the room, walk up the steps, make it all the way to my seat and I was like what?
Then twin #2 said, "Just say it already?"
To which I had no idea what she was talking about. "Say what, twin #2?"
"Make a remark about the fact we are dressed alike."
"OHHHHH. Well I had noticed... did your mother dress you today?"
We are still friends. I love my twins. And I like to hope they love me. To the twins, if you are reading this... GET A WORKING CELL PHONE AND CALL ME BACK PLAYAS..... OH AND HAVE A MERRY CHRISTMAS.
P.S. Twin #1 used to kick Twin #2 in the face while in the womb... so Twin #2 had brown teeth as a tot. Rude.
P.S.S. The day they dressed alike, I made them take a picture. They were less than pleased.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
It's Been A Long Time...
It's been a long time. School got a little busy so I just stopped. I apologize. I'd like to promise that it won't happen again, but that'd probably be a lie. Sorry... again.
Since school has been out and finals are over, I've been in a lot better of a mood overall. In such a good of a mood in fact, that sometimes in the morning my mom loses patience with me. My good moods can sometimes be annoying. I'm rather obnoxious. Its such a nice change because exactly two weeks ago today, I took a final that I was not so proud about. Professional Responsibility.
PR (what we call it for short) is a class based on the Oklahoma Rules of Professional Conduct. Its where lawyers learn to be ethical. I probably could have studied more than I did... Ok I definately could've studied more than I did, but I find myself to be an ethical person. I paid attention in class. I listened what Reverend Kershen had to say. I agreed a lot of the time. I know that sometimes what some people may find immoral could be considered ethical in my future profession.... So because I felt this was something I knew so well, I did not study as hard as some of the others in my class....
THAT WAS A MISTAKE.
The only thing that allowed me to walk out of that classroom with my head held high was the fact that I was wearing a pair of shiny spandex tights, a leopard shirt, a leather motorcycle jacket and my biker boots. Even though I'm pretty sure my ethics course will be my worst grade in law school, I walked out of that class looking like I kicked ass. I'd like to hope that it matters,... it doesn't, but hey. Now I have a system. On finals, I dress up like a "bad ass." That way, professors will know not to mess with me, haha.
Now my only concern is what its going to look like when people see my that my worst grade was in professional conduct. I'm one hell of an individual.... good head on my shoulders.
Since school has been out and finals are over, I've been in a lot better of a mood overall. In such a good of a mood in fact, that sometimes in the morning my mom loses patience with me. My good moods can sometimes be annoying. I'm rather obnoxious. Its such a nice change because exactly two weeks ago today, I took a final that I was not so proud about. Professional Responsibility.
PR (what we call it for short) is a class based on the Oklahoma Rules of Professional Conduct. Its where lawyers learn to be ethical. I probably could have studied more than I did... Ok I definately could've studied more than I did, but I find myself to be an ethical person. I paid attention in class. I listened what Reverend Kershen had to say. I agreed a lot of the time. I know that sometimes what some people may find immoral could be considered ethical in my future profession.... So because I felt this was something I knew so well, I did not study as hard as some of the others in my class....
THAT WAS A MISTAKE.
The only thing that allowed me to walk out of that classroom with my head held high was the fact that I was wearing a pair of shiny spandex tights, a leopard shirt, a leather motorcycle jacket and my biker boots. Even though I'm pretty sure my ethics course will be my worst grade in law school, I walked out of that class looking like I kicked ass. I'd like to hope that it matters,... it doesn't, but hey. Now I have a system. On finals, I dress up like a "bad ass." That way, professors will know not to mess with me, haha.
Now my only concern is what its going to look like when people see my that my worst grade was in professional conduct. I'm one hell of an individual.... good head on my shoulders.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Not So Regular Handy Man
I don't know much about Norman. I only found a dry cleaner this summer, the only housekeeping service I found charged more than my mom's (although my house isn't even half the size), I can't find a single grocery store with a decent meat market, and overall, I only know about the restaurants in my general area. Therefore, obviously I do not know anyone that I can hire to do handy things around my house. That leaves it up to me.
Normally when I purchase something that requires manual labor to install, it will lay around for approximately one month.... give or take a few months. I had curtain rods hanging out in my bedroom for the first three months I lived here. Then one day I was tired of waking up when the sun came thru my window, so I hung the rod closest to my bed. I waited another month to hang the other one... and even then it was only because my mom suggested I do it. It was more of her telling me to hang it because it looks bad, but whatever.
In the middle of August, I decided to purchase a new shower rod. The one I had was not a very quality piece of equipment... it would not stay up higher on the wall, so my shower curtain had about a foot of plastic that would just hang out in the tub. It would accumulate water and I just thought it was really dirty. I purchased want that I could mount on the wall and that curved out giving me about 7.5 inches more of elbow space. A nice upgrade, kinda like going from Coach to Business Class.
The shower rod got hung today... almost two months later. I took it out of the box and soon realized I didn't have the drill it required. I had to get creative. When I hung my curtain rods, I also got creative. Instead of using a drill, I just nailed a whole in the plaster and then screwed the rod into the wholes that were there with my electric screwdriver/drill thing (but I didn't have drill bits... thats why I couldn't "drill.") I figured I could do that again... one problem. The electric screwdriver was no longer electric. And I didn't know where the power chord was. So again, I got creative.
Currently my shower rod is in place having been completely nailed to the wall. It was extremely tricky nailing one side in without anyone else holding the weight of the other end. Often times, my hammering consisted of me balancing the rod on my head. At one point I needed another nail but the rod wouldn't have held so I balanced on one foot, held the rod on my head and used my other foot to pick up the nail on the sink (like a monkey). It was no easy fete. But I felt as if I could attend yoga afterwards.
My shower curtain no longer hangs loose in the bottom of my tub and I have more room to "wash that man right outta my hair."
The only thing I'm worried about now is whether or not I can be held liable if someone were to buy my house and the rod collapse in on them... we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.
Normally when I purchase something that requires manual labor to install, it will lay around for approximately one month.... give or take a few months. I had curtain rods hanging out in my bedroom for the first three months I lived here. Then one day I was tired of waking up when the sun came thru my window, so I hung the rod closest to my bed. I waited another month to hang the other one... and even then it was only because my mom suggested I do it. It was more of her telling me to hang it because it looks bad, but whatever.
In the middle of August, I decided to purchase a new shower rod. The one I had was not a very quality piece of equipment... it would not stay up higher on the wall, so my shower curtain had about a foot of plastic that would just hang out in the tub. It would accumulate water and I just thought it was really dirty. I purchased want that I could mount on the wall and that curved out giving me about 7.5 inches more of elbow space. A nice upgrade, kinda like going from Coach to Business Class.
The shower rod got hung today... almost two months later. I took it out of the box and soon realized I didn't have the drill it required. I had to get creative. When I hung my curtain rods, I also got creative. Instead of using a drill, I just nailed a whole in the plaster and then screwed the rod into the wholes that were there with my electric screwdriver/drill thing (but I didn't have drill bits... thats why I couldn't "drill.") I figured I could do that again... one problem. The electric screwdriver was no longer electric. And I didn't know where the power chord was. So again, I got creative.
Currently my shower rod is in place having been completely nailed to the wall. It was extremely tricky nailing one side in without anyone else holding the weight of the other end. Often times, my hammering consisted of me balancing the rod on my head. At one point I needed another nail but the rod wouldn't have held so I balanced on one foot, held the rod on my head and used my other foot to pick up the nail on the sink (like a monkey). It was no easy fete. But I felt as if I could attend yoga afterwards.
My shower curtain no longer hangs loose in the bottom of my tub and I have more room to "wash that man right outta my hair."
The only thing I'm worried about now is whether or not I can be held liable if someone were to buy my house and the rod collapse in on them... we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Do the Math.... 10K = 5 Miles
On Wednesday, I signed myself up for a 10K for this morning in Enid. I signed my parents up for the 5K... they aren't runners, but thats only 3.1 miles and I figured they could walk it. It was an excuse to have someone to see when I crossed the finish line.
Last night I didn't even think about picking up the registration packets.... I checked the website before and quickly realized I could have picked the packets up yesterday from 12:00pm - 7:30pm at the Continental Resources lobby. There was an option to pick it up the day of the race from 6:00am - 7:00am. Shit.
When I told my mom we had to be there at a quarter til 7, she wasn't pleased. My dad wakes up at 5:30am every morning but he insisted that if he went to pick up the packets, I had to come with him. I didn't think that was all that fair, but whatever, I went with him. I woke up at 6:15 so we could be our way around 6:30.
First we went to the North lobby of Continental Resources and there was no one there. So I check my phone... on race day we are supposed to pick it up at the Cherokee Strip Convention Center. So we go there to pick up our t-shirts, numbers and I get a time chip. At about 6:58am we leave the Convention Center because we have to go get mom... she was still in bed. I call her and tell her she needs to be ready by 7:30am so we can be there by the race at 8:00am.
We get home, she gets ready, dad eats, we are on our way out the door. We get downtown around 7:40. We walk towards the start line and I am confused the amount of people that are there... there isn't many. Then it dawns on me... the race started at 7:30am. Let me just tell you, I felt really cool walking up with my number on my chest when there were people finishing the race. But to make matters worse, I had to go have the people on the other side of the finish line clip my time chip off because they are the kind you have to return....
-"Excuse me, excuse me... can I get you to clip mine off?"
-"Oh goodness, how'd you get by us?"
She has no idea.
I still needed to run 5 miles... I'm training for my half and that was on the schedule. So I let my parents take my car and I ran home from downtown.... On my way home I almost got hit by a car that didn't see me when he was at the stop sign. Luckily he didn't.
I feel good about my 5 miles. But I can't help but feel like a dumb shit for missing the race.
Last night I didn't even think about picking up the registration packets.... I checked the website before and quickly realized I could have picked the packets up yesterday from 12:00pm - 7:30pm at the Continental Resources lobby. There was an option to pick it up the day of the race from 6:00am - 7:00am. Shit.
When I told my mom we had to be there at a quarter til 7, she wasn't pleased. My dad wakes up at 5:30am every morning but he insisted that if he went to pick up the packets, I had to come with him. I didn't think that was all that fair, but whatever, I went with him. I woke up at 6:15 so we could be our way around 6:30.
First we went to the North lobby of Continental Resources and there was no one there. So I check my phone... on race day we are supposed to pick it up at the Cherokee Strip Convention Center. So we go there to pick up our t-shirts, numbers and I get a time chip. At about 6:58am we leave the Convention Center because we have to go get mom... she was still in bed. I call her and tell her she needs to be ready by 7:30am so we can be there by the race at 8:00am.
We get home, she gets ready, dad eats, we are on our way out the door. We get downtown around 7:40. We walk towards the start line and I am confused the amount of people that are there... there isn't many. Then it dawns on me... the race started at 7:30am. Let me just tell you, I felt really cool walking up with my number on my chest when there were people finishing the race. But to make matters worse, I had to go have the people on the other side of the finish line clip my time chip off because they are the kind you have to return....
-"Excuse me, excuse me... can I get you to clip mine off?"
-"Oh goodness, how'd you get by us?"
She has no idea.
I still needed to run 5 miles... I'm training for my half and that was on the schedule. So I let my parents take my car and I ran home from downtown.... On my way home I almost got hit by a car that didn't see me when he was at the stop sign. Luckily he didn't.
I feel good about my 5 miles. But I can't help but feel like a dumb shit for missing the race.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Rude!...but genius!
There is a gym down the street from where I live. They are currently bulldozing their parking lot to make more money by putting in an outlet mall of sorts... i.e. they are putting three stores/shops/restaurants in. (The owner is a real entrepreneur.)
The most ironic/hilarious/sad thing about this little business venture is the fact that one of the businesses being put in is an IHOP. That is just wrong. They are putting an International House of Pancakes, which is open 24 hours a day, in front of a 24-Hour Fitness gym. Boom. Talk about setting people up for failure.
This makes as much sense as putting an abortion clinic in front of a sperm bank.... they are placing a business that will undo everything the individual just achieved in the other business.
While I was laughing hysterically about what was going through these entrepreneurs' minds, I realized THEY ARE GENIUSES. They are doing things exactly like Coca-Cola. When coke first came out, they had minutes amount of cocaine in the beverage and caffeine... two very addicting substances. Then when they decided to get a piece of the pie in the bottled water industry, they decided to screw with people by adding sodium to their Dasani water... (its not there for preservation people... water doesn't go stale.)
They place an ingredient in the water, which makes you need more.... 24-Hour Fitness is placing a restaurant in front of their business that will make people walk out and say to themselves, "I feel huge, I need to work out.... oh look a gym."
Rude!... but genius.
The most ironic/hilarious/sad thing about this little business venture is the fact that one of the businesses being put in is an IHOP. That is just wrong. They are putting an International House of Pancakes, which is open 24 hours a day, in front of a 24-Hour Fitness gym. Boom. Talk about setting people up for failure.
This makes as much sense as putting an abortion clinic in front of a sperm bank.... they are placing a business that will undo everything the individual just achieved in the other business.
While I was laughing hysterically about what was going through these entrepreneurs' minds, I realized THEY ARE GENIUSES. They are doing things exactly like Coca-Cola. When coke first came out, they had minutes amount of cocaine in the beverage and caffeine... two very addicting substances. Then when they decided to get a piece of the pie in the bottled water industry, they decided to screw with people by adding sodium to their Dasani water... (its not there for preservation people... water doesn't go stale.)
They place an ingredient in the water, which makes you need more.... 24-Hour Fitness is placing a restaurant in front of their business that will make people walk out and say to themselves, "I feel huge, I need to work out.... oh look a gym."
Rude!... but genius.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
A Short Story
Once upon a time, three girls loved them some OSU Cowboys and wanted to hit up the season opener which fell over labor day weekend. They partied it up before the game enjoying a large amount of alcoholic beverages. They mixed some drinks, thanks to Sonic, shotgunned some beers and even enjoyed a nice "lunch box."
When the game was about to start, they went on inside the stadium and continued to drink. They left the game at half time to go to a bar to drink some more. Their beloved cowboys were winning. They returned to the game in time for the 3rd quarter but soon realized there was no longer any reason to stay. The boys were winning and the bar was running dry.
They needed time to regain their thoughts, so they hung out in an automobile and listened to some music to decided whether or not they should go to the bars. Lady Godiva and Cha-Cha wanted to go to the bar and stay the night, however Big Momma wanted to drive back to OKC. It was obvious to both Lady Godiva and Cha-Cha that Big Momma was way too drunk to drive, but Big Momma assured them that she would eat some McDonalds, take a power nap and be good to go.
Big Momma dropped Godiva and Cha-Cha off at the bar and then waited in line at McDonalds. She got herself some nom nom and started to drive out of town. It then became apparent to Big Momma that she should not be driving and that it was very dangerous, so she pulled over into a gas station and parked. She hopped in the back of her car and took what she was hoping would be a 30 minute nap... it ended up being a 2 and 1/2 hour nap.
She woke up around 2:30am and realized she wasn't going anywhere that late at night. She called Cha-Cha and Godiva, they were currently getting a room at the Days Inn with some guy they knew from college. Big Momma was not so sure it would be a good idea for her to stay there because she did not want to sleep with this strange man she had not yet. Cha-Cha assured Momma that Godiva would be more than happy to sleep with him. So Momma picked up some water and headed to the hotel.
Cha-Cha and Godiva were getting ready in the bathroom and immediately began laughing hysterical upon Momma's entrance into the room. Momma laughed to because she realized how funny it was that she had just slept in a gas station parking lot while Cha-Cha and Godiva were living it up at the bar (although Cha-Cha and Godiva admitted to not having the best of time at the bar because it was too crowded and they just felt really old.)
The girls put their pajamas on and washed their face, and Momma introduced herself to Prince Charming admitting that she recognized him afterall. When Momma got done washing her face, Cha-Cha and Godiva had already crawled in bed together leaving Momma to sleep with Prince Charming. Awkward much?
Big Momma made the best of it announcing, "Guess I'm sleeping with you," followed by laughter. Prince Charming was a gentleman and both Momma and the Prince stayed on their very separate sides of the bed. The next morning when everyone had woke up completely sober, it quickly became obvious that the immediate situation they were all on was absolutely hysterical... mostly for the Prince and Big Momma.
The Prince thanked Big Momma for the water.... Big Momma thanked the Prince for the room and then informed him that she would be calling him in about six weeks to let him know about the results of the pregnancy test.
The End.
When the game was about to start, they went on inside the stadium and continued to drink. They left the game at half time to go to a bar to drink some more. Their beloved cowboys were winning. They returned to the game in time for the 3rd quarter but soon realized there was no longer any reason to stay. The boys were winning and the bar was running dry.
They needed time to regain their thoughts, so they hung out in an automobile and listened to some music to decided whether or not they should go to the bars. Lady Godiva and Cha-Cha wanted to go to the bar and stay the night, however Big Momma wanted to drive back to OKC. It was obvious to both Lady Godiva and Cha-Cha that Big Momma was way too drunk to drive, but Big Momma assured them that she would eat some McDonalds, take a power nap and be good to go.
Big Momma dropped Godiva and Cha-Cha off at the bar and then waited in line at McDonalds. She got herself some nom nom and started to drive out of town. It then became apparent to Big Momma that she should not be driving and that it was very dangerous, so she pulled over into a gas station and parked. She hopped in the back of her car and took what she was hoping would be a 30 minute nap... it ended up being a 2 and 1/2 hour nap.
She woke up around 2:30am and realized she wasn't going anywhere that late at night. She called Cha-Cha and Godiva, they were currently getting a room at the Days Inn with some guy they knew from college. Big Momma was not so sure it would be a good idea for her to stay there because she did not want to sleep with this strange man she had not yet. Cha-Cha assured Momma that Godiva would be more than happy to sleep with him. So Momma picked up some water and headed to the hotel.
Cha-Cha and Godiva were getting ready in the bathroom and immediately began laughing hysterical upon Momma's entrance into the room. Momma laughed to because she realized how funny it was that she had just slept in a gas station parking lot while Cha-Cha and Godiva were living it up at the bar (although Cha-Cha and Godiva admitted to not having the best of time at the bar because it was too crowded and they just felt really old.)
The girls put their pajamas on and washed their face, and Momma introduced herself to Prince Charming admitting that she recognized him afterall. When Momma got done washing her face, Cha-Cha and Godiva had already crawled in bed together leaving Momma to sleep with Prince Charming. Awkward much?
Big Momma made the best of it announcing, "Guess I'm sleeping with you," followed by laughter. Prince Charming was a gentleman and both Momma and the Prince stayed on their very separate sides of the bed. The next morning when everyone had woke up completely sober, it quickly became obvious that the immediate situation they were all on was absolutely hysterical... mostly for the Prince and Big Momma.
The Prince thanked Big Momma for the water.... Big Momma thanked the Prince for the room and then informed him that she would be calling him in about six weeks to let him know about the results of the pregnancy test.
The End.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Wrath of the Diet Gods
Today I went grocery shopping... I was running out of food, I had no choice. I started off in the produce section. About 1/2 of my final purchase consisted of fruit. I got cantaloupe, peaches, plums, apples, strawberries, raspberries, blackberries, scnhauzberries... I got a ton of fruit. Its healthy and it taste good. Then I got some deli meat, pickles, milk, cereal, yogurt, eggs, then I stopped.
The eggs are next to the cookies. Cookies are my weakness. There is nothing quite like a warm, gooey cookie right out of the oven. I stood in front of my favorite cookies for about two minutes, grabbed it, then put it down and walked away. I was proud. I contemplated rewarding myself with a bottle of wine, but soon realized that would totally defeat the purpose.
I went home, put away my groceries, read a little bit, made dinner, and then got ready for a leadership meeting I had to go to. OU Law has a new dean so every organization had a representative present to give a presentation on the organization. (I had to talk for the 2L class... thats a whole other story. Anyway, this meeting lasted two hours. I wasn't thrilled. After we got through the first 15 speakers, I thought we were done, I was wrong. They surprised me with another 10 speakers. Great.
By the time it was finally over, I needed something because that just sucked. I suggest to my roommate we go to either Passion Berry or Orange Leaf. She thinks its a great idea and I follow it up with suggesting we should definately go to the Orange Leaf because its better than Passion Berry.
So I'm driving down Lindsay and what do you know, its my best friend the police man. I get pulled over. I didn't know what the speed limit was. The best part of this story is not only did I not have insurance on me (BECAUSE MY PARENTS HAVE YET TO GIVE ME A NEW COPY) but I also had an outstanding warrant out for my arrest. I had gotten a ticket on my way to Kansas City a month ago and forgot about it until the day after the arraignment. That in OKC equals warrant, even though its only one day late. I had paid it yesterday, but I had yet to receive confirmation of the payment, which means they had not received it.
SO the beginning of my conversation with the police officer started off like this... um, I don't have my insurance and I may as well tell you this now, but I'm pretty sure there is a warrant out for me because of the last ticket I got, I've paid it, I just don't think its gone through. He answered my statement by saying, "So you are saying I should just arrest you right now." ..... He was kidding, but I didn't think that was funny.
I ended up getting two tickets, but I got away without being arrested. He said that because he didn't have a real reason to arrest me, he wouldn't take me in because most likely the OKC cops would come pick me up.
I actually thanked him after he gave me my tickets.... thats how you know I was relieved.
I couldn't help but think, if only I hadn't gone to Orange Leaf... shit.
The eggs are next to the cookies. Cookies are my weakness. There is nothing quite like a warm, gooey cookie right out of the oven. I stood in front of my favorite cookies for about two minutes, grabbed it, then put it down and walked away. I was proud. I contemplated rewarding myself with a bottle of wine, but soon realized that would totally defeat the purpose.
I went home, put away my groceries, read a little bit, made dinner, and then got ready for a leadership meeting I had to go to. OU Law has a new dean so every organization had a representative present to give a presentation on the organization. (I had to talk for the 2L class... thats a whole other story. Anyway, this meeting lasted two hours. I wasn't thrilled. After we got through the first 15 speakers, I thought we were done, I was wrong. They surprised me with another 10 speakers. Great.
By the time it was finally over, I needed something because that just sucked. I suggest to my roommate we go to either Passion Berry or Orange Leaf. She thinks its a great idea and I follow it up with suggesting we should definately go to the Orange Leaf because its better than Passion Berry.
So I'm driving down Lindsay and what do you know, its my best friend the police man. I get pulled over. I didn't know what the speed limit was. The best part of this story is not only did I not have insurance on me (BECAUSE MY PARENTS HAVE YET TO GIVE ME A NEW COPY) but I also had an outstanding warrant out for my arrest. I had gotten a ticket on my way to Kansas City a month ago and forgot about it until the day after the arraignment. That in OKC equals warrant, even though its only one day late. I had paid it yesterday, but I had yet to receive confirmation of the payment, which means they had not received it.
SO the beginning of my conversation with the police officer started off like this... um, I don't have my insurance and I may as well tell you this now, but I'm pretty sure there is a warrant out for me because of the last ticket I got, I've paid it, I just don't think its gone through. He answered my statement by saying, "So you are saying I should just arrest you right now." ..... He was kidding, but I didn't think that was funny.
I ended up getting two tickets, but I got away without being arrested. He said that because he didn't have a real reason to arrest me, he wouldn't take me in because most likely the OKC cops would come pick me up.
I actually thanked him after he gave me my tickets.... thats how you know I was relieved.
I couldn't help but think, if only I hadn't gone to Orange Leaf... shit.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
You Don't Want a Guilty Verdict, So Get Off the Couch.
In Criminal Procedure the other day, we were discussing the constitutionality of trash searches. I'll give you a quick summary of what we discovered: It's totally legal! Once you expose something to the public, you no longer have a reasonable expectation of privacy, and thus your trash may be searched without warrant.
The way my teacher went about teaching this particular rule is by bringing two of his neighbor's trash to the classroom and asking for "volunteers" to go through it.
Neighbor #1: We learned that it was a woman... she had just started her monthly cycle (luckily for us she had just started and not just gotten off), She was NOT a natural blonde, she had tan skin thanks to her bronzing lotion, she loved cosmetics particularly the ones that smell like grapefruit and we also learned that her father is still paying her phone bill.
Neighbor #2: Although we did not figure out the sex of neighbor #2, we learned something else.... #2 was fat. #2's garbage consisted of hershey chocolate rappers, old carrot cake, TGI Friday's take out box, Braums receipts and my personal favorite... DIET PILLS.
It got me thinking about the thought process of an individual who purchases diet pills... Why exercise or eat healthy when you can buy a little pill for an easy fix?
The way diet pills work depends on the ingredients they have. While some have an appetite suppressant effect, others will accelerate the metabolic rate or will eliminate toxins that promote weight gain. Virtually... you are royally screwing up your body. The moment you get off these pills, you will balloon back up plus some. People seek an easy fix but they soon realize, nothing is free. You have to work or pay for everything in life.
People take diet pills because they are desperate BUT lazy. Its not rocket science. When my clothes stopped fitting, I knew I needed to take immediate action. So I did. I limited my caloric intake and began working out 5 days a week. The pounds dropped fast. It wasn't easy, but it was worth it in the end. I still have to work hard and eat right to maintain where I'm at now... it isn't easy but I know how much its worth it and I have begun to enjoy my new life style and totally own it.
A wise man put it in a way that I particularly appreciate and I want to share it with you....
If you are lawyer, and you are good at what you do, you must make sacrifices in your life to achieve the goal at hand, which is winning the case.... If you want to win the case known as My Fat Ass Vs. The Mirror, you must be prepared to be in the court room for years and years. Your Fat Ass is a tough case, and you wouldn’t want the verdict to be returned guilty. -Luc Carl from Drunkdiet.com
Moral of the Story: Although trash searches are constitutional, Neighbor #2 has been found guilty of a fat ass. Don't let the same thing happen to you.
The way my teacher went about teaching this particular rule is by bringing two of his neighbor's trash to the classroom and asking for "volunteers" to go through it.
Neighbor #1: We learned that it was a woman... she had just started her monthly cycle (luckily for us she had just started and not just gotten off), She was NOT a natural blonde, she had tan skin thanks to her bronzing lotion, she loved cosmetics particularly the ones that smell like grapefruit and we also learned that her father is still paying her phone bill.
Neighbor #2: Although we did not figure out the sex of neighbor #2, we learned something else.... #2 was fat. #2's garbage consisted of hershey chocolate rappers, old carrot cake, TGI Friday's take out box, Braums receipts and my personal favorite... DIET PILLS.
It got me thinking about the thought process of an individual who purchases diet pills... Why exercise or eat healthy when you can buy a little pill for an easy fix?
The way diet pills work depends on the ingredients they have. While some have an appetite suppressant effect, others will accelerate the metabolic rate or will eliminate toxins that promote weight gain. Virtually... you are royally screwing up your body. The moment you get off these pills, you will balloon back up plus some. People seek an easy fix but they soon realize, nothing is free. You have to work or pay for everything in life.
People take diet pills because they are desperate BUT lazy. Its not rocket science. When my clothes stopped fitting, I knew I needed to take immediate action. So I did. I limited my caloric intake and began working out 5 days a week. The pounds dropped fast. It wasn't easy, but it was worth it in the end. I still have to work hard and eat right to maintain where I'm at now... it isn't easy but I know how much its worth it and I have begun to enjoy my new life style and totally own it.
A wise man put it in a way that I particularly appreciate and I want to share it with you....
If you are lawyer, and you are good at what you do, you must make sacrifices in your life to achieve the goal at hand, which is winning the case.... If you want to win the case known as My Fat Ass Vs. The Mirror, you must be prepared to be in the court room for years and years. Your Fat Ass is a tough case, and you wouldn’t want the verdict to be returned guilty. -Luc Carl from Drunkdiet.com
Moral of the Story: Although trash searches are constitutional, Neighbor #2 has been found guilty of a fat ass. Don't let the same thing happen to you.
Monday, August 30, 2010
I wear sunglasses because my future is so bright.
After admitting to everyone that the spelling of "Helmut" was in fact unintentional, I will now share another humbling experience in my recent history.
I really like sunglasses. For as long as I can remember, buying expensive sunglasses even when I did not need a pair was on of my weaknesses. It was extremely ironic when Lady GaGa became one of my favorite people in the world because like me, she shares a love of sunglasses. (Hers a just a lot cooler and a little less practical then the ones I buy.)
Several weeks ago, I purchased a new pair of Oliver People's sunglasses. The Daddy O's. Love the name, althoug that is not the reason I bought them. I'd seem them in magazines for several months and everytime I would say to myself, I really like those, I wonder what they are. When I continually found out they were Oliver People's Daddy O's, I made the decision to buy them.
I loved sporting the new shades. Particularly when wearing a bandana because I feel it makes me look semi-rockstaresque and I appreciate that. The bandana also keeps them in place because I have yet to get them sized. (I'm beginning to think I have a small head.)
Sometimes I'd wear them while driving and other times I would choose to wear another favorite of mine, the Oliver People's Zooey design. Those are a classic I always revert back to. (Thank you Zooey Deschanel, you did brilliantly in designing them.)
In my car I have a heads up display. This means that I have a little computer screen in the dashboard of my car that reflects onto the windshield so that I always know how fast I'm going. When using my navigation, that too is reflected onto the shield. It is a lot more convenient because I almost never miss my turn when using that. It took a while to get use to, but now I almost always go way to fast when it "isn't working."
When the temperature began getting in the 100s everyday, I noticed my heads up display wasn't working regularly. I couldn't figure it out. Sometimes it would work and other times it wouldn't. I immediately assumed it was the heat. Sometimes it wouldn't be working on my way to my house, but when I left my house, it would magically work again. I was perplexed.... until a recent trip to Kansas City.
My friend Michelle and I were using my navigation to direct us around the city. Although Michelle has lived in the greater Kansas City area for over a year now, she has yet to completely get the highway systems down. Not a big deal. We had back up. It was working fine... and then it stopped working and went dim. I was pissed. I started telling Michelle how I was going to have to take my car in because it kept going out.
THEN I LIFTED MY SUNGLASSES UP.
Turns out my new rockstaresque Daddy O's were polarized. A feature that my older Zooey's did not possess. The glare of light is very similar to a digitalized image. Go figure.
So now I've learned my lesson. Use your head before jumping to conclusions.... and when pulled over by a police officer for speeding, attempt to use that as an excuse... although I'd put money on it that it would just piss him off that a 23 year old had a heads up display in the first place.
I really like sunglasses. For as long as I can remember, buying expensive sunglasses even when I did not need a pair was on of my weaknesses. It was extremely ironic when Lady GaGa became one of my favorite people in the world because like me, she shares a love of sunglasses. (Hers a just a lot cooler and a little less practical then the ones I buy.)
Several weeks ago, I purchased a new pair of Oliver People's sunglasses. The Daddy O's. Love the name, althoug that is not the reason I bought them. I'd seem them in magazines for several months and everytime I would say to myself, I really like those, I wonder what they are. When I continually found out they were Oliver People's Daddy O's, I made the decision to buy them.
I loved sporting the new shades. Particularly when wearing a bandana because I feel it makes me look semi-rockstaresque and I appreciate that. The bandana also keeps them in place because I have yet to get them sized. (I'm beginning to think I have a small head.)
Sometimes I'd wear them while driving and other times I would choose to wear another favorite of mine, the Oliver People's Zooey design. Those are a classic I always revert back to. (Thank you Zooey Deschanel, you did brilliantly in designing them.)
In my car I have a heads up display. This means that I have a little computer screen in the dashboard of my car that reflects onto the windshield so that I always know how fast I'm going. When using my navigation, that too is reflected onto the shield. It is a lot more convenient because I almost never miss my turn when using that. It took a while to get use to, but now I almost always go way to fast when it "isn't working."
When the temperature began getting in the 100s everyday, I noticed my heads up display wasn't working regularly. I couldn't figure it out. Sometimes it would work and other times it wouldn't. I immediately assumed it was the heat. Sometimes it wouldn't be working on my way to my house, but when I left my house, it would magically work again. I was perplexed.... until a recent trip to Kansas City.
My friend Michelle and I were using my navigation to direct us around the city. Although Michelle has lived in the greater Kansas City area for over a year now, she has yet to completely get the highway systems down. Not a big deal. We had back up. It was working fine... and then it stopped working and went dim. I was pissed. I started telling Michelle how I was going to have to take my car in because it kept going out.
THEN I LIFTED MY SUNGLASSES UP.
Turns out my new rockstaresque Daddy O's were polarized. A feature that my older Zooey's did not possess. The glare of light is very similar to a digitalized image. Go figure.
So now I've learned my lesson. Use your head before jumping to conclusions.... and when pulled over by a police officer for speeding, attempt to use that as an excuse... although I'd put money on it that it would just piss him off that a 23 year old had a heads up display in the first place.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
We're Friends, Rights?
I would like to share with everyone the text I received about 5 minutes ago... but before I tell you what it said I'd like to give you a little background on the friend that took the time to text me.
Her name is Linda and she is one of my very best friends. Linda and I met about 5 years ago but became good friends only 3 years ago. When we were seniors, Linda and I and 2 others moved into a house together. We had a lot of fun. For those of you who know Linda, you know that she is probably one of the most entertaining people you have ever met. I think it helps that her name is Linda. Linda has a theory that everybody who is named Linda (excluding herself) is either over 50 or overweight. To date I have yet to find someone that disproves this theory.
Now, Linda is a very intelligent young lady. Its just that sometimes, the things she says don't sound that intelligent. We have a similar issue of not thinking of what we are going to say before we say it. In fact, my favorite catch phrase of Linda's is "You're right." The great thing about this catch phrase of hers is often times it is employed before you even say anything back to her.
EXAMPLE: Linda and I are home alone and it is storming out. Katie (our other roommate) is not back from work yet and Michelle (our other roommate) is on her way to Kingfisher to see her now husband. (Don't kid yourself, we told Michelle she was a dumbass for driving in the storm, but lucky for us, she survived.) When I say storm, I mean there had been tornados that had touched down around the area, and the sirens were going off in Stillwater. So naturally, Linda and I go to the basement of our ghetto house. In the basement, there is an old tv that worked the last time we tried it. When in the basement, I decided to turn it on so we could watch the news. Well, it wouldn't turn on. To which Linda replied, "OMG do you think the electricity went out?" I look at Linda, I look at the light, I look back at Linda... "You're right." Gotta love her.
Now to the text...
Linda: I'm saying this because we're friends... You have misspelled "helmut" on your blog. It's "helmet." Love you :)
Then later,
Linda: I knew you'd appreciate that! We're friends, right?
Yes Linda, we are friends. And I feel now that this gives you adequate material to make fun of me whenever I comment on the dumb things that can come out of your mouth. Love you and thank you for pointing out that just because one is in law school, doesn't meant they know how to spell. HA!
P.S. Remember that time you thought a cyclone was a one-eyed monster and I wasn't really thinking and when we were discussing it with Michelle she called us both out?
"You move your body like a cyclops!"
Her name is Linda and she is one of my very best friends. Linda and I met about 5 years ago but became good friends only 3 years ago. When we were seniors, Linda and I and 2 others moved into a house together. We had a lot of fun. For those of you who know Linda, you know that she is probably one of the most entertaining people you have ever met. I think it helps that her name is Linda. Linda has a theory that everybody who is named Linda (excluding herself) is either over 50 or overweight. To date I have yet to find someone that disproves this theory.
Now, Linda is a very intelligent young lady. Its just that sometimes, the things she says don't sound that intelligent. We have a similar issue of not thinking of what we are going to say before we say it. In fact, my favorite catch phrase of Linda's is "You're right." The great thing about this catch phrase of hers is often times it is employed before you even say anything back to her.
EXAMPLE: Linda and I are home alone and it is storming out. Katie (our other roommate) is not back from work yet and Michelle (our other roommate) is on her way to Kingfisher to see her now husband. (Don't kid yourself, we told Michelle she was a dumbass for driving in the storm, but lucky for us, she survived.) When I say storm, I mean there had been tornados that had touched down around the area, and the sirens were going off in Stillwater. So naturally, Linda and I go to the basement of our ghetto house. In the basement, there is an old tv that worked the last time we tried it. When in the basement, I decided to turn it on so we could watch the news. Well, it wouldn't turn on. To which Linda replied, "OMG do you think the electricity went out?" I look at Linda, I look at the light, I look back at Linda... "You're right." Gotta love her.
Now to the text...
Linda: I'm saying this because we're friends... You have misspelled "helmut" on your blog. It's "helmet." Love you :)
Then later,
Linda: I knew you'd appreciate that! We're friends, right?
Yes Linda, we are friends. And I feel now that this gives you adequate material to make fun of me whenever I comment on the dumb things that can come out of your mouth. Love you and thank you for pointing out that just because one is in law school, doesn't meant they know how to spell. HA!
P.S. Remember that time you thought a cyclone was a one-eyed monster and I wasn't really thinking and when we were discussing it with Michelle she called us both out?
"You move your body like a cyclops!"
Friday, August 27, 2010
Vocabulary Lesson
Although I am 23 years old, there are still things I learn every day... (besides the law.) I will begin sharing the "lingo" which I've been introduced to here in Norman, OK. The other day I was with a friend of mine and we volunteered to pick up another friend and take him to his car... He chose wisely the previous night and chose to drink... not drive. After he got in the car, the first thing he said to us was, "I'm gonna go get greased."
Greased. This is the new word that I have decided to share with you. Obviously it is a verb. The root of the word comes from the English word grease. Not the movie. But the stuff that is making this country so incredibly fat. It is typically used after a night of binge drinking to ease the after effects of alcohol, often referred to as the 3-2 flu, a hangover, etc, etc. When one uses the word "greased" they are referring to the fact they are about to go eat a shit ton of fast food. Get it?
I thought it was clever and hope you do to. So go out there and spread the word. Try using it in a sentence from time to time. When people hear it... they will know you are on the up and up in life. Peace. Love. Fried Chicken.
Greased. This is the new word that I have decided to share with you. Obviously it is a verb. The root of the word comes from the English word grease. Not the movie. But the stuff that is making this country so incredibly fat. It is typically used after a night of binge drinking to ease the after effects of alcohol, often referred to as the 3-2 flu, a hangover, etc, etc. When one uses the word "greased" they are referring to the fact they are about to go eat a shit ton of fast food. Get it?
I thought it was clever and hope you do to. So go out there and spread the word. Try using it in a sentence from time to time. When people hear it... they will know you are on the up and up in life. Peace. Love. Fried Chicken.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Look Mom, I'm FAMOUS.
Television is entertaining. It has many different channels, which have many different programs or sometimes movies. If I don't have anything to do and have already ran, walked or biked that day, I will sit on the couch and enjoy the television. On Sunday and Monday nights, I have a busy schedule. True Blood and Entourage air on Sundays and on Mondays, Weeds, Rizzoli and Isles and The Big C air. Luckily for me, I have DVR or else my Sundays and Mondays would become very emotional times. It would be a cross roads in my life in which I must choose between some of my favorite shows... and I would not like that.
I've only just begun watching Rizzoli and Isles. I've seen 3 episodes now and I'm addicted. I think its because when I was young, Angie Harmon was my favorite on Law and Order. When she left the show to get married and have a family, I was less than amused. How dare she betray her fans like that? Anyhow, because I've only seen 3 episodes, to reward myself after reading an assignment for class, I will watch an episode online. (Thank you TNT.TV... I love you.) I was watching a particular episode which was about necrophilia. The killer would take the bodies of his victims and leave them somewhere he thought no one would see them and then go back for a lover's tryst. However, since tv shows needs story lines someone FOUND THE BODY he left for later. Rizzoli and Isles went to investigate the scene. Rizzoli wanted to leave it there so they could stake it out in hopes the killer would come back, but not Isles. She is the doctor. SHe was concerned about the "forensic evidence" that would be ruined over time.
During the argument, the camera man kept a shot of the body within view... well... NOTE TO CAMERA MAN/DIRECTOR/PRODUCER... make sure if you have a "dead" body on camera, it isn't breathing. I was shocked. Here I was losing myself in this story line and then reality check... it completely ruined it because it became apparent to me that this body was not actually dead, it was faking. That pissed me off.
How much do extra's get paid? Surely they get paid enough to HOLD THEIR BREATHE FOR 30 SECONDS. I mean c'mon. Let me play the dead girl. I wouldn't be fan of the nudity, but shit, I can hold my breathe.
I wonder how that young actress felt about herself when she showed her big debut off to her friends and family. The only thing she had to do was lay there and act dead. I know one of them had to notice, it was obvious. I giggle to myself because I can envision her sitting down with her mother saying, "Look Mom I'm Famous." Only for her mother to turn to her and ask, "Did you just breathe?"
I've only just begun watching Rizzoli and Isles. I've seen 3 episodes now and I'm addicted. I think its because when I was young, Angie Harmon was my favorite on Law and Order. When she left the show to get married and have a family, I was less than amused. How dare she betray her fans like that? Anyhow, because I've only seen 3 episodes, to reward myself after reading an assignment for class, I will watch an episode online. (Thank you TNT.TV... I love you.) I was watching a particular episode which was about necrophilia. The killer would take the bodies of his victims and leave them somewhere he thought no one would see them and then go back for a lover's tryst. However, since tv shows needs story lines someone FOUND THE BODY he left for later. Rizzoli and Isles went to investigate the scene. Rizzoli wanted to leave it there so they could stake it out in hopes the killer would come back, but not Isles. She is the doctor. SHe was concerned about the "forensic evidence" that would be ruined over time.
During the argument, the camera man kept a shot of the body within view... well... NOTE TO CAMERA MAN/DIRECTOR/PRODUCER... make sure if you have a "dead" body on camera, it isn't breathing. I was shocked. Here I was losing myself in this story line and then reality check... it completely ruined it because it became apparent to me that this body was not actually dead, it was faking. That pissed me off.
How much do extra's get paid? Surely they get paid enough to HOLD THEIR BREATHE FOR 30 SECONDS. I mean c'mon. Let me play the dead girl. I wouldn't be fan of the nudity, but shit, I can hold my breathe.
I wonder how that young actress felt about herself when she showed her big debut off to her friends and family. The only thing she had to do was lay there and act dead. I know one of them had to notice, it was obvious. I giggle to myself because I can envision her sitting down with her mother saying, "Look Mom I'm Famous." Only for her mother to turn to her and ask, "Did you just breathe?"
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Benefit of the Doubt
I believe you can tell a lot about someone based on what their customized license plate says. It takes approximately 3-6 weeks to get a customized tag and an additional $26. OBVIOUSLY it takes a lot of quiet meditation and prayer to decide what you want the whole world to think about you....in only 7 characters or less.
For example, my license plate says "GAGA." I am a huge Lady GaGa fan, I think she is genius and the most talented musician out there. I also want to pursue a career in music so I thought perhaps having GaGa on my tag could serve as a constant reminder to not settle.
Another example is my neighbor down the street. His license plate says "DRYWALR." I'll give you a hint what he does for a living... Ok fine, he works in construction and apparently does a lot of "DRY'WALN."
About two weeks ago I went to the lake with several of my friends. On our way back around the Tulsa area, we got stuck in construction traffic. We had already seen about two other customized tags, but their names seem to escape me. HOWEVER, the one we came across in Tulsa will never be forgotten.
"POOPSIE" The title on her plate was POOPSIE. What does that say about her? Perhaps she doesn't wipe very well and leaves a little "poopsie" stains in her panties. Maybe on occasion she shits herself. She could have a small colon. Who knows.. maybe when she was a little girl she would throw dirty diapers around her room.
Bottom line... why on earth would anyone put POOPSIE on their license plate? You've read the many things that crossed my mind upon seeing it. I would just like to know what the heck she was thinking.
I guess it would be nice to give her the benefit of the doubt, but I'm going with irritable bowel syndrome... its not always easy finding a bathroom.
For example, my license plate says "GAGA." I am a huge Lady GaGa fan, I think she is genius and the most talented musician out there. I also want to pursue a career in music so I thought perhaps having GaGa on my tag could serve as a constant reminder to not settle.
Another example is my neighbor down the street. His license plate says "DRYWALR." I'll give you a hint what he does for a living... Ok fine, he works in construction and apparently does a lot of "DRY'WALN."
About two weeks ago I went to the lake with several of my friends. On our way back around the Tulsa area, we got stuck in construction traffic. We had already seen about two other customized tags, but their names seem to escape me. HOWEVER, the one we came across in Tulsa will never be forgotten.
"POOPSIE" The title on her plate was POOPSIE. What does that say about her? Perhaps she doesn't wipe very well and leaves a little "poopsie" stains in her panties. Maybe on occasion she shits herself. She could have a small colon. Who knows.. maybe when she was a little girl she would throw dirty diapers around her room.
Bottom line... why on earth would anyone put POOPSIE on their license plate? You've read the many things that crossed my mind upon seeing it. I would just like to know what the heck she was thinking.
I guess it would be nice to give her the benefit of the doubt, but I'm going with irritable bowel syndrome... its not always easy finding a bathroom.
Burnt Hair Day
Yesterday was my first day back at school. I only have classes M-W so my schedule is extremely hectic. (Honestly the only reason I am able to post right now is because its raining so I didn't wake up and run.)
My first day back, I woke up, went and ran, came home, showered, and started getting ready. Blew my hair dry. Put on make-up. THen I started straightening my hair. Layer by layer until I made it to the top, everything when smoothly... then I untied my hair and LOOK AT THAT... I HAD A PATCH OF HAIR MISSING. It seems my blow dryer inadvertently (or not) burnt my hair and singed it off. Well, it was right on my part. So there was no hiding that. I have a very stubborn part, it is where it wants to be and the patch of missing hair decided it wanted to be on the part for the whole world to see.
SO my first day back, I wore sunglasses on my head all day because I don't have any head bands. My fear was that the professors would call me out, I lucked out.
After school I went to my hair guy... I spent $400 on new shampoo, conditioner, deep conditioner, blow dryer and straightener. I'm not taking anymore chances.
Today, my hair is pulled back. Tomorrow? I'm thinking a hat.
WELCOME BACK TO SCHOOL.
My first day back, I woke up, went and ran, came home, showered, and started getting ready. Blew my hair dry. Put on make-up. THen I started straightening my hair. Layer by layer until I made it to the top, everything when smoothly... then I untied my hair and LOOK AT THAT... I HAD A PATCH OF HAIR MISSING. It seems my blow dryer inadvertently (or not) burnt my hair and singed it off. Well, it was right on my part. So there was no hiding that. I have a very stubborn part, it is where it wants to be and the patch of missing hair decided it wanted to be on the part for the whole world to see.
SO my first day back, I wore sunglasses on my head all day because I don't have any head bands. My fear was that the professors would call me out, I lucked out.
After school I went to my hair guy... I spent $400 on new shampoo, conditioner, deep conditioner, blow dryer and straightener. I'm not taking anymore chances.
Today, my hair is pulled back. Tomorrow? I'm thinking a hat.
WELCOME BACK TO SCHOOL.
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Don't Mind Us Officer, We Are the Law
Two nights ago the OU Law Class of 2012 threw a party for the incoming law class. We purchased kegs, I became a member of Sam's Club so we could purchase hamburgers and meat franks (not beef...yum) in bulk. I also thought it would be wise to purchase three liters of flavored vodka and charge $1 per shot... I'm such an entrepreneur. We purchased pink lemonade, cherry and peach.
I was in charge of collecting money from the 2L's and 3L's and pushing shots on people. Several people insisted I take one with them and eventually I gave in a couple of times. On occasion I would also buy shots for my friends in an attempt to boost sales.
Around 8:30pm, a police officer arrived. Upon hearing this news I thought to myself, "Cops do not like you, you have a problem with authority and often get aggressive when drinking' stay away" AND then ultimately decided I would let someone else handle this...... Then I snapped out of it reminding myself I was a law student and I would get paid for shit like this, so I went to handle business.
I walk up to the police officer and immediately say, "It's ok officer, we are all 21.... We are law students." To which he replied, this isn't a drinking issue, it's a parking issue. Now I found this humorous. Here I was telling this man we were law students and that we would get right on it because we have 'due respect' for the law and yet about 50 cars were parked on the side of the street that had a sign that said" No Parking At Anytime." Apparently literacy is not tested when applying to law school.
We assured him we'd get right on having them move their cars but were trying to arrange a way in which the party could continue. He was worried that because more and more people were going to arrive, the same thing would happen again. Then I think he started getting a little annoyed with us... He started telling us that just because we are law students doesn't really mean anything. He respects that, but he gets really tired of pulling people over and the first thing they say is, "Its ok officer, we are law students." (I mean, what??? That is virtually like saying, "don't mind us officer, we are the law.")
After this statement, I knew I had to immediately rectify my peers. So I started telling him how absurd that was and how we have to look the law up, but it is gentlemen like himself that have to enforce it. HE LOVED THIS. He ate it up like it was a jelly-filled donut, wait, even better an apple fritter.
I think my sucking up to the police officer and virtually giving my profession zero to no credit at all, he informed us that he wouldn't be back till 10:00 and that the cars should be gone by then. Great. That gave us another hour and a half... Enough time to float all three kegs.
Moral of the story... We may not BE the law (although I still like to say that to piss my family and friends off) but we definitely know how to handle it.
I was in charge of collecting money from the 2L's and 3L's and pushing shots on people. Several people insisted I take one with them and eventually I gave in a couple of times. On occasion I would also buy shots for my friends in an attempt to boost sales.
Around 8:30pm, a police officer arrived. Upon hearing this news I thought to myself, "Cops do not like you, you have a problem with authority and often get aggressive when drinking' stay away" AND then ultimately decided I would let someone else handle this...... Then I snapped out of it reminding myself I was a law student and I would get paid for shit like this, so I went to handle business.
I walk up to the police officer and immediately say, "It's ok officer, we are all 21.... We are law students." To which he replied, this isn't a drinking issue, it's a parking issue. Now I found this humorous. Here I was telling this man we were law students and that we would get right on it because we have 'due respect' for the law and yet about 50 cars were parked on the side of the street that had a sign that said" No Parking At Anytime." Apparently literacy is not tested when applying to law school.
We assured him we'd get right on having them move their cars but were trying to arrange a way in which the party could continue. He was worried that because more and more people were going to arrive, the same thing would happen again. Then I think he started getting a little annoyed with us... He started telling us that just because we are law students doesn't really mean anything. He respects that, but he gets really tired of pulling people over and the first thing they say is, "Its ok officer, we are law students." (I mean, what??? That is virtually like saying, "don't mind us officer, we are the law.")
After this statement, I knew I had to immediately rectify my peers. So I started telling him how absurd that was and how we have to look the law up, but it is gentlemen like himself that have to enforce it. HE LOVED THIS. He ate it up like it was a jelly-filled donut, wait, even better an apple fritter.
I think my sucking up to the police officer and virtually giving my profession zero to no credit at all, he informed us that he wouldn't be back till 10:00 and that the cars should be gone by then. Great. That gave us another hour and a half... Enough time to float all three kegs.
Moral of the story... We may not BE the law (although I still like to say that to piss my family and friends off) but we definitely know how to handle it.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
If You Can't Stand the Heat, Wake Up Before the Oven is Done Pre-Heating.
As I imagined, it was not easy. I added about 15 seconds on average to my miles and also didn't run as far. Guess I gotta get the hell outta bed tomorrow to make up for it.
Are you "Gel-in"?
I enjoy running. I only recently discovered this. Around November of last year, I was sitting on my couch watching "The Biggest Loser." I thought to myself,... I can either gain 100lbs so that I can be on this show or I can start working out. Decisions, decisions, decisions.... So I started working out. Then one of the contestants that had been kicked off ran a half a marathon and I was like oh nooo noo noooooo. If she can do it, I sure as hell can. So I began training for my first marathon. Being in school I slacked a little... I also slacked a little because my training was supposed to begin in January... in Oklahoma. There were days when it was straight up icey and sleeting so I had to call those days due to the inclement weather. Then I slacked just because I was being a slacker. But come May, I ran my first half-marathon on an injured foot but still managed to not suck too bad.
Where I'm getting at --> Now I'm training for another half-marathon. But being in a state that has seasonal weather, it makes it a little interesting to say the least. Seeing as Oklahoma is currently experiencing one of the hottest summers I can remember, I normally try to run before 8:00am. And that means I must finish running BEFORE 8:00am. I hate waking up early and yet I've made a commitment to myself to run 5 mornings a week.
Since being back from Chicago, I have really not enjoyed waking up early. While in Chicago I could wake up and run whenever because normally it would stay in the 70s until around 10:30/11:00. Now I'm back in a state where cold front means its gonna be 94 outside instead of 107.
This morning I set my alarm for 6:55am. Gave myself 10-15 minutes to get ready and then out the door for a 4-5 mile run... However, when my alarm went off and my dog began licking me non-stop I was thinking I can use a little more sleep. So I reset my alarm for 7:55am while promising myself that today, I was going to take it up a notch by running outside when its a little hotter out.
Side note: (Some people enjoy pushing their bodies like that... I do not. I enjoy running. I enjoy wanting to stop but pushing your body to go further... but I DO NOT enjoy being so hot it feels like your blood is boiling and the sun is cooking your skin. )
Now seeing as I wake up when its so early, I typically do not eat before I run. I am not a fan of eating when I first wake up. Normally, I have a stomach ache anyway from brushing my teeth, I do not need to add to it by forcing food down my throat. Some days though, I feel as if I need it. Since I slept in an hour later, I think that made this day one of those... NOW COMES THE POINT WHEN I START TALKING ABOUT WHY I'M WRITING THIS POST...
I don't have a lot of food in my house. I don't do much cooking in the summer because I don't want my food to go to waste and I travel a lot... so I just don't buy any and eat at Subway for almost every meal. WHat I do have in my house is an "Accel Gel" pouch. It is an advanced sports gel that is supposed to extend endurance, speed muscle recovery and provide more energy. When I ran the half in May, I had one of these before and during the race. At those moments, I nearly threw up. Imagine taking a spoonful of rubber cement and sticking it in your mouth... but imagine that the rubber cement was flavored using tang. The consistency of this gel makes it nearly impossible to stomach without gagging. So it makes me wonder, why would they create something so impossible to eat if they knew that they'd probably be used in the middle of a workout.... when sometimes people are pushing themselves so hard they already feel like they are going to throw up. I think I'm going to invent something better. Maybe like a 5 hour energy shot, but for athletes. It will do everything the gel does EXCEPT make you want to vomit.
While writing this, I am squirting this crap in my mouth and chasing it with a gulp of water. I'm hoping it gives me the energy I need to run at 8:36am instead of my usual 7:00am. I will keep you all posted if I survive. (The gel AND the run.)
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Penny Auctions
Before I begin enjoying some great classics, and not enjoying reading a long monotamous book, I thought I'd draw everyone's attention to QuiBids. I recently was informed about this site after a trip to Chicago for Lollapalooza. The girl I went with works there and the first 20 minutes of our journey consisted of her explaining this site to me. ITS GENIUS.
It is a penny auction site. The items begin at one or two cents and when someone bids on it, it will only increase by either one or two cents. The catch is, everytime you bid, it costs you 60 cents. (In order to bid, you must first purchase the bids.) Everytime a bid is placed on an item, the clock resets to 10-20 seconds. So virtually, you could walk away having purchased something like a camera or an iPod for $0.61 if no one else is bidding on it.
I recently wasted some of my bids. I thought I could buy something in just a couple of clicks, boy was I wrong. I've been watching the items... and some of them can go on for hours. INSANE. So when someone as impulsive as me purchases bids on a site like this, I end up just wasting money because when I click, I want immediate satisfaction. I don't want to sit around and wait for hours. But I suppose when finals role around and I need something to preoccupy me from studying, those bids might come in handy.
Check it out. www.quibids.com.
Beginning of Something Not So New
My second year of law school starts on Monday. It will be nice to have a little structure to what has been a very unstructured past 3 months, however, I cannot say I'm thrilled. About the only thing that I'm looking forward to about starting back up is the fact that the sooner I start, the sooner it will be over for another summer.
I have taken a crack at blogs before... it ended after about 3 posts. I'm hoping this will be different. I'm not only a 2nd year law student, I'm also an avid music-listener, pilot in training, runner, and big dreamer. I often find myself looking so forward to the future, that I lose track of what is happening NOW. This blog is going to help me pay a little bit more attention to the now.
Right NOW, I'm sitting at a computer typing this blog. In five minutes, however, I will be listening to a little Metallica, The Clash and The Ramones while reading for my Administrative Law class. How exciting. Later tonight, I have to go to Byron's liqour warehouse and pick up 3 kegs of PBR... they are for a party tomorrow, but I can't talk about that, because that is the future, and right now is a gift, thats why the call it the present.
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