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.

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!"

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.

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?"

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.

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.

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.

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.)

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.