Since Larceny already teased the story I might as well finish it. So Mrs. Ito also is in school, but thankfully for her it is not law school. As I was dropping her off this morning, before coming to this glorious law school, this is what transpired.
Mrs. Ito opened her car door, from an obviously parked car, and proceeded to have a helmeted bicyclist come crashing into the open door. The bicyclist, the bike, and the door appeared to be unscathed. I looked at Mrs. Ito, she was very concerned, I, on the other hand, was trying my hardest not to laugh. And then it dawned on me, what if I get sued? God, I hate what law school is doing to me...
Damn you Lance Ito
So, it looks like the sumabit#@ may have gotten me sick. I walked into Tax and Lance Ito looked like crap. I had noticed a faint scratchy throat this morning, so I asked him if he was okay and he says to me, "I'm sick." Ah, shit. Lance Ito and I spent lots of quality time together last week because he took pity on me because tax law is the bane of my existence and he was trying (in a valiant effort I might add) to explain it to me. So, I'm sure I'm gonna get it. Shoot, shoot, double shoot. Doesn't my body know I don't have time to get sick. I will add that at one point, while Lance was trying to teach me Tax Law, Lance told me to read him the question and when I got to reading the number $432,347 or something of a combination like that I read it all wrong and he said, "Geez Larceny, no wonder you can't do math, you can't even read numbers." So what I say? If any of you all got somethin' to stay about my math skillz, you can shove it! (I mean that lovingly). I realize I probably test for math at the 9 year old level.
However, I think Lance got sick as karma for almost trying to kill a bicyclist with his car door this morning. Damn bicyclists, can't they see that Lance had places to be? That's not as bad though as Sandra Gay wishing they didn't count as pedestrians so she could run them off the road.
Also, because it made me happy: John Robert's never-fail, always superior, blah blah blah Mac - it failed today. He had to reboot. That's my present to you PC people.
However, I think Lance got sick as karma for almost trying to kill a bicyclist with his car door this morning. Damn bicyclists, can't they see that Lance had places to be? That's not as bad though as Sandra Gay wishing they didn't count as pedestrians so she could run them off the road.
Also, because it made me happy: John Robert's never-fail, always superior, blah blah blah Mac - it failed today. He had to reboot. That's my present to you PC people.
Being a 2L Licks my Taint
Day: Saturday
Time: 9:00 pm
Number of Friends Online Presumably Doing Law School Related Bullshit (Including Me): 6
Time: 9:00 pm
Number of Friends Online Presumably Doing Law School Related Bullshit (Including Me): 6
What a lovely Friday morning
So apparently, this is what 2Ls do to entertain ourselves now that we're bored with the 1Ls: I am currently sitting in a study area with my "good" blogger friends Lance Ito and John Roberts. And what is the discussion at hand?
This, this, and this.
You are warned, these things are freaking disgusting. Oh, and Lance Ito and John Roberts are highly amused by the looks on my face. I'm not going to be able to sleep for weeks thinking about those little pinworms and their apparent admiration for the anus. And what the hell, they're not even in some small, 3rd world country, they're right here in North America. Note to self: when you have plans to study, and actually get some work done (i.e. actually read for a class for once) DO NOT sit with John and Lance when they have access to the internet and are intent on grossing each other out.
Also, I hate Tax Law.
This, this, and this.
You are warned, these things are freaking disgusting. Oh, and Lance Ito and John Roberts are highly amused by the looks on my face. I'm not going to be able to sleep for weeks thinking about those little pinworms and their apparent admiration for the anus. And what the hell, they're not even in some small, 3rd world country, they're right here in North America. Note to self: when you have plans to study, and actually get some work done (i.e. actually read for a class for once) DO NOT sit with John and Lance when they have access to the internet and are intent on grossing each other out.
Also, I hate Tax Law.
Top Ten Things To Do During Wills & Trusts To Keep From Stabbing Yourself in the Eye with Your Pencil...
- Use Microsoft Paint to make your own rendering of the prof.
- Scream “I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!,” jump off the desk, roll down the stairs, and belly crawl out the door.
- Write your own will.
- Keep a bottle of Jager next to your laptop and pass it down the row every time anyone says “testator” or “decedent.”
- Masturbate.
- Use your remote control on your iBook to mess with the person who has a Mac in the row in front of you. Keep changing their modes and watch as they get more confused and frustrated as class goes on.
- Stick a popsicle in your ass.
- Throw M&Ms at the moron in class who feels the need to reiterate what the prof just said.
- Do work for one of your “real” jobs. (If this is not a desk job then feel free to practice your pole tricks. No one will even be awake enough to notice.)
- Create a top ten list with the fellow bloggers also suffering through the class with you.
Between Sandra Gay, Scalito and myself we are willing to do everything on this list throughout the duration of this class in order to keep ourselves from falling asleep. After class the other night we can cross #6, #8, #9 and #10 off of the list. [Well, two of seriously considered doing #8, but we didn't want to waste the M&Ms that we were eating.] Given that this class will meet 23 more times this semeter means that we may have to create another list...
Our School is Infested with Vermin
No, I'm not talking about the 1Ls, or even some of the more insidious 2Ls. I'm talking about rodents.
I was down in the basement of the library when I saw a mouse sized shadow flit across the aisle and dart under one of the stacks.
Needless to say I screamed like a little girl and lept onto the nearest table. All man baby.
I was down in the basement of the library when I saw a mouse sized shadow flit across the aisle and dart under one of the stacks.
Needless to say I screamed like a little girl and lept onto the nearest table. All man baby.
Okay, seriously
Is it just our school, or does every law school blast the fucking air conditioner so that I am freezing all day that I am here. I mean people, it's about to get inappropriate here. There are lots of girls in this school, and some who believe that law school is the perfect time to wear that sheer halter top. Can we do something about this please?
Regards,
Larceny
PS: Again, while I have nothing against 1Ls, as not long ago I was one, I do not appreciate the 1Ls who are taking their time figuring out the parking ramp. If one more 1L cuts me off in the ramp because they come down the wrong way and then freak out when they see that the are about to hit me, I am going to post some instructions.
Regards,
Larceny
PS: Again, while I have nothing against 1Ls, as not long ago I was one, I do not appreciate the 1Ls who are taking their time figuring out the parking ramp. If one more 1L cuts me off in the ramp because they come down the wrong way and then freak out when they see that the are about to hit me, I am going to post some instructions.