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if i look back, i am lost
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trying on a metaphor
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occasionally subtle
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KIROKAZE
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RMH
#extradirty
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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@nicetweedjacket
Not all days are so bad. I lost my dear Gramma last week. That coupled with the gnarliest most depressing summer of my life nearly sent me over the edge.
But today, I completed Con Law II, saw the return of a dear friend from exile, and copped this comfy lounger chair thingy.
All in all, I must remember: whatever it is, this, too, shall pass.
Lies I told
"I don't wanna be single!"
"I love being single."
"I hate girls that ask if they look fat. They're just looking for attention and confirmation that they're not fat."
"I would NEVER cheat on my boyfriend."
"I believe that all tabs and bills should be split 50/50."
"Oh, I LOVE this song."
"No, no. That's okay."
"I don't want a boyfriend, either."
"I, uh, I love you, too."
"Fuck em. Who cares what they think?"
"Oh, I understand."
"My parents adore you."
"I'll only be out for a little bit."
"I'm only gonna have one drink."
"We can split the bill."
"I hate you!"
"I'm happy."
"I didn't cheat!"
"I never want to see you again."
"I can't live without you."
"I love being single."
Please stop: An entry in which I complain about stupid people's behavior on the always crowded 38
Talking to your cousin about that hot mess bitch you don't wanna hear nothing from about your life. She gotta get her shit together.
Eating that apple.
Playing solitaire and not noticing the pregnant woman standing in front of you.
Wearing that backpack.
Snapping that gum.
Having your shitty headphones turned up to 11.
Yelling at the bus driver.
I acquired this photo as a junior in high school and it hangs on my wall to this day. A subtle reminder that sometimes all it takes is one dude in the middle of the street to change traffic laws.
fracas: n., a noisy quarrel. a brawl.
The first time I opened my first ever case book, I went to dictionary.com and looked up "tort." Twenty minutes into my first reading, I'd looked up about 15 words. Over the next week, I had two pages of new words. By the end of the semester, I'd filled a notebook.
Then I kinda stopped giving a shit. If it was just another word of art that had no bearing on the court's decision, I didn't bother expanding my knowledge of the Latin. Instead, I found myself snickering at "septic tank" and underlining "too small" with arrows to the margins where I'd written "That's what she said."
Then, reading for Evidence today, I came upon this sentence, as penned by J. Breyer inOld Chief v US, 519 US 172: In 1993, petitioner, Old Chief, was arrested after a fracas involving at least one gunshot.
Fucking perfect. I love the written word. Gonna go get involved in some fracases tonight.
Shouldn't be too difficult to identify this guy
tall guy in plaid at Mc Teague's - w4m - 23 (lower nob hill)
Date: 2012-05-28, 11:16PM PDT Reply to: [email protected]
We danced, we talked about awesome adventures, and I REALLY LIKED YOU. I think I gave you the wrong phone number.
View from my office today. #mycity (Taken with instagram)
This. Is. Awesome.
I kinda remember what it was like to be excited about law school. Now, I'm happy for small victories. Like, stillpossibly being competent to stand trial. But, I've not yet taken a final, so we'll have to wait and see*.
*The Rule Against Perpetuities has mostly been abrogated by statute. In states that apply the "wait and see" test, if I haven't gone crazy by the time the statutory period runs, I don't reap the benefits of whatever reason it was I decided to go to school in the first place.
Das what she seddd #thatswhatshesaid (Taken with instagram)
Tulie - #catmatzoing. (Taken with instagram)
Law School note takin skills, boyeeee.
I found this place that serves you beer while you get a haircut. Awesome.
Boy who's apparently never heard of every decent spa/salon.
Marina folk make me think about death.
Why am I at Mayhem day drinking when I could be doing something way funner like working on my final brief?
I love my friends. That’s why.
Things I decided I want at my funeral:
A HUGE PARTY.
Open bar (not just well, wine and beer. I’m talking whole shehbang)
Special guest speakers Eddie DiBartolo and Morgan Freeman.
A brawl. Men vying for this dead woman’s love.
Lotto ticket party favors.
Darts.
Strict dress code: jeans and tshirts.
Devon gives the first of 100 eulogies
Some award given posthumously.
A boring slideshow consisting of every photo ever taken of me, over which Boys II Men, Whitney Houston, 2Pac and (of course) Journey play.
When I'm not studying...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eJWlavnM6b0
liz: oh my god i am so thoroughly uncomfortable
is this a joke?
step is pretty good though
she better say yes.
i was overwhelmed when 3 employees welcomed me to walmart....
walmart... i mean gap
bitch stop crying
OH MY GOD
HE MADE HER GET MARRIED THERE
me: what?
NO DONT TELL ME
liz: OH MY GOD
me: I HAVENT FINISHED IT
SHH
WAIT
WAIT
liz: i haven't seen it
this show is absurd
Sent at 749 PM on Thursday
liz: what the fuck is this show
Sent at 751 PM on Thursday
liz: if this ever happens to me, SAY NO
Sent at 752 PM on Thursday
me: OKAY
notes
how romantic, he's humping the floor, JUST FOR HER
at least they made it realistic and put the dominicans in cooks outfits (?)
they even got the right size in construction paper for her
liz: hahahaha
hahahahahahaha
i am laughing so hard
i was like really? you're getting married with your dress underneath?
is he afraid she'll run?
me: her?
i dont think she runs
liz: hahahaha
touche
me: oh man
if that ever happens to me......wake me up
liz: i couldn't finish it
me: u HAVE to
liz: when she was on the alter going "are we really?"
me: she's funny at the end
she calls the bitch out
liz: haha
like cheering for her
me: im gonna watch it again
liz: oh god
me: then reality sets in
they fail their blood tests when they go to get a marriage license
liz: hahahahahahaha
me: he's got aids AND theyre brother and sister
liz: shittiest song ever for a wedding song
me: thats my FAVORITE SONG
so romantical
how could she ever doubt his love for her?
he took her out to eat in a mall
liz: i want to get married in front of 1,000 people i've never met
liz: hahaha
me: but seriously
i want some LOVE ACTUALLY shit
liz: haha
dress over dress
love it
me: you think they were gonna do some back flips with her and had to rearrange the choreography when they saw who was wearing the special nametag
liz: haha
jesus
me: wow howie, good observation about the waiters
he acted like he was surprised
shes into the dudes out the kitchen.... "awww get it boy!"
one chef hadnt clocked in...he's still in his street gear
Sent at 806 PM on Thursday
me: nicki this all for you. i've brought you here to say "i think we should lose a combined 350 lbs"
liz: hahahahah
i'm laughing so hard at your commentary
Sent at 808 PM on Thursday
me: omg best friends!!! i LOVE that scrunchie
liz: hahahah
me: i dont have anything funny to say about when she claps her hands when he starts dancing
she just looks like a retard
liz: she needs to stop crying
and find another man
me: at least they did the right thing and put the fat groomsmen who dances worse than him in the back
does she ever actually say "yes"?
liz: i know
i mean, i'm sure it's not legal so she could back out
plus i want to plan my own wedding
what the f
and the camera adds 10 pounds
me: BORROWING FROM FRIENDS
so HOW MANY CAMERAS ARE ON HER?
liz: haha, no idea
at least 9
i'd kill my friends
me: what friends?
liz: are you mocking me for not having friends? or that her friends are terrible people?
me: hey nikki your parents are gonna stand on top of this truck while we get married
oh, okay, so just as if it were a regular wedding
liz: hahaha
me: THAT BITCH IS WEARING A SCRUNCHIE
liz: true friends 4 lyfe
me: without any further ADO
because u know... there was a little bit
do you take him to be your husband? more than anything! what does that mean?
more than you take him to be a shlub?
justin and nikki davis
remember that when youre practicing family law
and as the beat drops out..... a voice plays over the tape
"that was the happiest night of nikkis life. two weeks later, justin left her for the hot girl in the gold dress"
hahaha okay but my FAVE part
"what are you thinking?" - huhhhhh i'm married
hahahaaa
the girl in the gold dress come here! hahahaha NO!
i could not have ever dreamt this, because freddy kreuger would have killed me
liz: hahaha
me: okay
all in all though
cute
but much
liz: as i said
i walked into gap and was overhwlemed by the 3 people who greeted me at the door
me: i cried when the wax lady told me my vag looks normal
not the same thing?
liz: haha is this you getting me back for comparing your fb loss to my bracelet loss?
me: no
this is me slowly losing my mind and making fun of other peoples happiness
liz: no, that girl won't be happy the morning after
me: of course not....somehow it will always be wrong
men can never do the right thing
when he proposed...i was like..theres 7 minutes left for him to fuck this up
liz: hahahahahaha
Two random things
1. A stranger stopped me on the street today to ask if I knew how to get to "New Chinatown." I started laughing but then remembered reading a blog somewhere that said some tourists are now calling Clement Street the "New Chinatown"... I came home and googled and lo and behold! Afewpeople are calling it that. I haven't quite digested it, and am unsure how I'm feeling about this "new" microhood....but so far I can only describe the taste as bitter upchuck.
2. I hate law school and what it's done to my body/mind/life. So far, I've broken up with a few besties who think my life is one big party. I've torn a rotator cuff and strained/inflamed bicep muscles carrying books. I've had more panic attacks and fewer nights sleep than a Teen Mom 2, gained 15 pounds and seriously considered dropping everything and moving to Belize for a few years.
Dear Drunk Self,
I really want to thank you for somehow knowing in advance that I would need a meal today. I was excited to find this awesome Subway spread when I opened my bag at the train station this morning, although I wonder where you got it between the cocktail party and puking in the trash can at home last night. I also exclaimed “I totally took care of myself!” and scared a few passengers when I found that you also threw in travel toiletries, pain killers, a purse, the laptop, two weeks worth of Property Law reading, highlighters, pens and my favorite sunglasses.
You fucking rock, Drunk Self.
Love,
Hungover Self