but i'm sure i'll be here for awhile
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
I am giddy
i just registered for what will be my last fall semester EVER.
*does a little dance*
Of course, as is always the case, one of the classes i wanted is already full *insert pouty face here* but that's ok...
I'm a little torn about what direction I want to take my last year. My grades aren't stellar, but law school was a great experience. I've met some wonderful ppl and quite frankly, I had fun. I'm not going to be unemployed. I'm going to be fine. (i'm going to repeat this like everyday from now until forever)
In Debbie Downer news, I was looking at my student loan debt and expected payments... all i can do is laff at this point because well... i'm so far in debt it's not even funny. I mean like house debt... house and car debt... my kids will be out of college before i'm finished paying off my debt debt... Part of me wishes I could move into a $900 a month apt for 2 yrs, and take one of those $150k a year jobs... and just spend 2yrs paying it all off... but 1) i would hate myself and my life and 2) i don't have the grades for it... soooooooooooo Plan B... find a job that will repay my loans and somehow get them forgiven. But yeah... i'll be fine... (see)
There are about 7 weeks until i head west. I admit i'm getting a little nervous but this summer will be as much about growth as it is legal opportunities. I really want to do well, but I also need to prove that I've grown past the person I was many moons ago.
I think that's enough randomosity for now.
*does a little dance*
Of course, as is always the case, one of the classes i wanted is already full *insert pouty face here* but that's ok...
I'm a little torn about what direction I want to take my last year. My grades aren't stellar, but law school was a great experience. I've met some wonderful ppl and quite frankly, I had fun. I'm not going to be unemployed. I'm going to be fine. (i'm going to repeat this like everyday from now until forever)
In Debbie Downer news, I was looking at my student loan debt and expected payments... all i can do is laff at this point because well... i'm so far in debt it's not even funny. I mean like house debt... house and car debt... my kids will be out of college before i'm finished paying off my debt debt... Part of me wishes I could move into a $900 a month apt for 2 yrs, and take one of those $150k a year jobs... and just spend 2yrs paying it all off... but 1) i would hate myself and my life and 2) i don't have the grades for it... soooooooooooo Plan B... find a job that will repay my loans and somehow get them forgiven. But yeah... i'll be fine... (see)
There are about 7 weeks until i head west. I admit i'm getting a little nervous but this summer will be as much about growth as it is legal opportunities. I really want to do well, but I also need to prove that I've grown past the person I was many moons ago.
I think that's enough randomosity for now.
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Poor Clumsy Mittens
So remember when I was "alive and kickin"? Well i'm not really kicking anymore. Yesterday I sprained my ankle for what has to be the 50th time. One day these ligaments are just gonna give up on me and i'm gonna have a wobbly ankle or something gross. Yesterday's incident occurred at work. I was just walking (that's all it ever takes) and my ankle buckled and i felt that pop that is my ligaments saying "oh fuck this" and then the excruciating pain. Luckily my coworkers were there to help me out.
so so clumsy.
So yeah, either i did a good job within the first few hours or it wasn't *that* bad because i'm actually able to walk which isn't always the case when i do this ankle twist thing. either way i really need to give thought to doing some strengthening exercises for my ankles because this is the pits.
so so clumsy.
So yeah, either i did a good job within the first few hours or it wasn't *that* bad because i'm actually able to walk which isn't always the case when i do this ankle twist thing. either way i really need to give thought to doing some strengthening exercises for my ankles because this is the pits.
Friday, April 4, 2008
Dear Young People, Die... Thanks
Soooo.... We went to the Stussy grand opening party last night at Chloe in Adams Morgan...
Now... Before I start let me say that I really don't mean to hate on shit... it's just really easy to... and some people/places/things need to be hated on... Now I'll continue
So i'm in Adams Morgan at this party. My first clue should have been the terrible line management (mismanagement is what they call it i believe). I fully understand V.I.P.s what I don't understand is jackass bouncers. Chloe has a jackass bouncer. There was so much posturing and false bravado that I could only assume that his penis is freakishly small. At any rate, the line was halfway up the block and it was raining. And there was a V.I.P. line that was fairly long as well. So they hold the line and start letting V.I.P.s in... cool... but not really. I don't know what took so long but for every V.I.P. there was the dap hug, a little bit of name dropping and then a twenty minute process to get a wristband. After waiting patiently for a good twenty minutes at the front of the line, the kids in front of us ask how much longer they'll be in the rain... asshole bouncer #1 says "gotta let VIP in first"... dude is like "i know but it's raining... i'm just asking' asshole bouncer says "hey some ppl know ppl and some ppl don't". I laffed... like seriously... "some ppl know ppl..." word? Everyone knows ppl. Not everyone is a dickhead bouncer though... that's what he should've said... anyway so the line moves and we're at the front where mr. big testosterone/small penis comes out to yell loudly and be seen. You know the type... white guy, decent muscles, tight black "muscle" shirt with the club logo. BT/SP spends about 5 minutes overcompensating for his SP by yelling at dickhead bouncer #1... something about how he was going to "regulate the hell out of the line"... again I laffed. So Mr. SP regulates the hell out of the line for about 7 minutes... during which time he let about 85 V.I.P.s in... the best part about the V.I.P. is that there was no actual list... People would be standing there. They'd be like "we're on the list"... the bouncer would look at the other bouncer and say "they said they're on the list". Bouncer 2 would say ok and they'd get in. Last night I should've said I was on the list... because clearly i'm on some list somewhere and i think that's all it takes to get in the club.
After about an 15 minutes in the rain (yeah dumb shit, right?), we get in to this party. This is where my hatred of young ppl comes into play....
I lived thru the 80s. The bad hair, the bamboo earings, the foolishness... For awhile I was all behind the kids dressing up in their best 80s gear. I was loving the nostalgia... all of that... but last night i saw some of the worst club behavior EVER. I'm talking bad dancing... Bad attempts at tryna holler at broads... It was one dude dragging this chick thru the club... old girl was draggin some other dude behind her. Finally the first dude stopped and asked dude why he was following them. Ol' boy was like she pulled me along... dude one was perplexed the girl just shrugged and again... I laffed. There was bad dancing in circles, bad dancing in front of the bar... I dunno just not my crowd. I got to talk to/network with some folks but it definitely was not my kind of party. The crowd was diverse... but still pretty lame. I wonder if that's how i looked when I first started going to clubs... i damn sure hope not.
Now... Before I start let me say that I really don't mean to hate on shit... it's just really easy to... and some people/places/things need to be hated on... Now I'll continue
So i'm in Adams Morgan at this party. My first clue should have been the terrible line management (mismanagement is what they call it i believe). I fully understand V.I.P.s what I don't understand is jackass bouncers. Chloe has a jackass bouncer. There was so much posturing and false bravado that I could only assume that his penis is freakishly small. At any rate, the line was halfway up the block and it was raining. And there was a V.I.P. line that was fairly long as well. So they hold the line and start letting V.I.P.s in... cool... but not really. I don't know what took so long but for every V.I.P. there was the dap hug, a little bit of name dropping and then a twenty minute process to get a wristband. After waiting patiently for a good twenty minutes at the front of the line, the kids in front of us ask how much longer they'll be in the rain... asshole bouncer #1 says "gotta let VIP in first"... dude is like "i know but it's raining... i'm just asking' asshole bouncer says "hey some ppl know ppl and some ppl don't". I laffed... like seriously... "some ppl know ppl..." word? Everyone knows ppl. Not everyone is a dickhead bouncer though... that's what he should've said... anyway so the line moves and we're at the front where mr. big testosterone/small penis comes out to yell loudly and be seen. You know the type... white guy, decent muscles, tight black "muscle" shirt with the club logo. BT/SP spends about 5 minutes overcompensating for his SP by yelling at dickhead bouncer #1... something about how he was going to "regulate the hell out of the line"... again I laffed. So Mr. SP regulates the hell out of the line for about 7 minutes... during which time he let about 85 V.I.P.s in... the best part about the V.I.P. is that there was no actual list... People would be standing there. They'd be like "we're on the list"... the bouncer would look at the other bouncer and say "they said they're on the list". Bouncer 2 would say ok and they'd get in. Last night I should've said I was on the list... because clearly i'm on some list somewhere and i think that's all it takes to get in the club.
After about an 15 minutes in the rain (yeah dumb shit, right?), we get in to this party. This is where my hatred of young ppl comes into play....
I lived thru the 80s. The bad hair, the bamboo earings, the foolishness... For awhile I was all behind the kids dressing up in their best 80s gear. I was loving the nostalgia... all of that... but last night i saw some of the worst club behavior EVER. I'm talking bad dancing... Bad attempts at tryna holler at broads... It was one dude dragging this chick thru the club... old girl was draggin some other dude behind her. Finally the first dude stopped and asked dude why he was following them. Ol' boy was like she pulled me along... dude one was perplexed the girl just shrugged and again... I laffed. There was bad dancing in circles, bad dancing in front of the bar... I dunno just not my crowd. I got to talk to/network with some folks but it definitely was not my kind of party. The crowd was diverse... but still pretty lame. I wonder if that's how i looked when I first started going to clubs... i damn sure hope not.
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Alive and Kickin'
Yesterday was a blur... I was working with about 1.5 hrs of sleep and everything was just hazy. I need to learn how not to procastinate because that sleep deprivation thing is not what's up.
Several days ago marked the end of the Short Write On competition where 1Ls and part time 2Ls write a ten page paper in hopes of being selected for one of the school's journals. After they submit them, the papers need to be read and graded. I got 30 papers to read... 30... 10pgs long... all about the same thing. Every single paper had the EXACT same structure "In case name the court held..." I wanted to cry. Reading the papers wasn't the hard part. The topic was actually interesting and most of the authors were good writers. No... the hard part is trying to grade blue booking skills. The blue book is like the MLA of law... it tells you the proper (read: nitpicky) way to cite to legal sources... and it gets tedious... like "is that comma italicized?" tedious.
At any rate I put off the grading task and wound up staying up all night Monday to get it done.
My weekend was cool (before that). Friday night we went to a beat making competition. It was Kev Brown, Marco Polo, Best Kept Secret and Anomaly (B's mentor).... all i can say is "wow".
It's no secret that I have issue with Kev Brown... not Kev himself... but everyone's insistence that if i like Pete Rock I must love Kev... and how Kev sounds just like Pete Rock. I don't want to hear nobody sound like Pete Rock. Talent to me isn't being able to emulate someone else, it's being able to do your own shit. Everyone has influences, but show me what makes you special. Friday night I (temporarily) became a Kev Brown fan. The beats I heard on Friday were his. I heard what made him different and I loved what i heard. Unfortunately, as soon as I acknowledged that publicly there was a Dilla-esq beat... followed by a Pete Rock-esq beat. Nevertheless I know what he's capable of and I will no longer threaten to kill people behind the comparisons.
Next was Marco Polo.... got damn. I don't have some long drawn out story about him so this little "blurb" probably isn't going to do him justice, but that cat is talented as hell. I'll definitely be checking for him in the future.
So next was Best Kept Secret (BKS)and well... i mean for me they were the weak link that night. Don't get me wrong, the dudes are talented but I don't know it just seemed like they were the least developed of the contestants... could be me though.
Finally... Anomaly. I've heard this dudes name for the last two years. As i said, he's B's mentor so B speaks rather highly of him. I didn't know what to expect because somehow I had managed to never hear anything by dude... well at least very little. In my true (and completely unbiased) opinion, dude is extremely talented. While all the contestants had really hard hitting beats, I think what set him apart was the "extra" shit that came with his beats... like there were 'treats' sprinkled throughout... it's hard to explain, and I'm sure I missed alot with the music blaring in the club.
Saturday was a chill day and my weekend ended with a trip to the new Nationals stadium. I'm still in awe at the fact that it's like a real life ball park. If i look past the long lines and some of the poorly planned designs I can say with 100% certainty that I had a blast. Our seats cost about $80 for 2 and they were excellent. It's crazy what they've done with that area of the city... the whole city really... Can't wait to make it to another game.
Several days ago marked the end of the Short Write On competition where 1Ls and part time 2Ls write a ten page paper in hopes of being selected for one of the school's journals. After they submit them, the papers need to be read and graded. I got 30 papers to read... 30... 10pgs long... all about the same thing. Every single paper had the EXACT same structure "In case name the court held..." I wanted to cry. Reading the papers wasn't the hard part. The topic was actually interesting and most of the authors were good writers. No... the hard part is trying to grade blue booking skills. The blue book is like the MLA of law... it tells you the proper (read: nitpicky) way to cite to legal sources... and it gets tedious... like "is that comma italicized?" tedious.
At any rate I put off the grading task and wound up staying up all night Monday to get it done.
My weekend was cool (before that). Friday night we went to a beat making competition. It was Kev Brown, Marco Polo, Best Kept Secret and Anomaly (B's mentor).... all i can say is "wow".
It's no secret that I have issue with Kev Brown... not Kev himself... but everyone's insistence that if i like Pete Rock I must love Kev... and how Kev sounds just like Pete Rock. I don't want to hear nobody sound like Pete Rock. Talent to me isn't being able to emulate someone else, it's being able to do your own shit. Everyone has influences, but show me what makes you special. Friday night I (temporarily) became a Kev Brown fan. The beats I heard on Friday were his. I heard what made him different and I loved what i heard. Unfortunately, as soon as I acknowledged that publicly there was a Dilla-esq beat... followed by a Pete Rock-esq beat. Nevertheless I know what he's capable of and I will no longer threaten to kill people behind the comparisons.
Next was Marco Polo.... got damn. I don't have some long drawn out story about him so this little "blurb" probably isn't going to do him justice, but that cat is talented as hell. I'll definitely be checking for him in the future.
So next was Best Kept Secret (BKS)and well... i mean for me they were the weak link that night. Don't get me wrong, the dudes are talented but I don't know it just seemed like they were the least developed of the contestants... could be me though.
Finally... Anomaly. I've heard this dudes name for the last two years. As i said, he's B's mentor so B speaks rather highly of him. I didn't know what to expect because somehow I had managed to never hear anything by dude... well at least very little. In my true (and completely unbiased) opinion, dude is extremely talented. While all the contestants had really hard hitting beats, I think what set him apart was the "extra" shit that came with his beats... like there were 'treats' sprinkled throughout... it's hard to explain, and I'm sure I missed alot with the music blaring in the club.
Saturday was a chill day and my weekend ended with a trip to the new Nationals stadium. I'm still in awe at the fact that it's like a real life ball park. If i look past the long lines and some of the poorly planned designs I can say with 100% certainty that I had a blast. Our seats cost about $80 for 2 and they were excellent. It's crazy what they've done with that area of the city... the whole city really... Can't wait to make it to another game.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
The Roots: Rising Down
Yesterday we went to Philly for the Rising Down listening party.
Where to begin. First of the event itself was nice. Good food, quite a few familiar faces, etc But the real reason we were there was to hear the album
*sigh*
It's a good album. A strong album. The Roots seem to pride themselves of thinking outside the box. Their music, though always undeniably hip hop, is never a compilation of what everyone else is doing. You tend to get what happens when you have a group of extremely talented individuals working together to come up with a finished project: either a masterpiece or crap. This album falls somewhere in the middle. Black Thought is, as usual, on point. There are songs on the new album that i LOVE (see the last track featuring Wale) while the ones that I don't like just irritate the hell out of me. There's no question about whether I'll buy the album. I just don't think it lives up to the "Better than Things Fall Apart" hype.
Where to begin. First of the event itself was nice. Good food, quite a few familiar faces, etc But the real reason we were there was to hear the album
*sigh*
It's a good album. A strong album. The Roots seem to pride themselves of thinking outside the box. Their music, though always undeniably hip hop, is never a compilation of what everyone else is doing. You tend to get what happens when you have a group of extremely talented individuals working together to come up with a finished project: either a masterpiece or crap. This album falls somewhere in the middle. Black Thought is, as usual, on point. There are songs on the new album that i LOVE (see the last track featuring Wale) while the ones that I don't like just irritate the hell out of me. There's no question about whether I'll buy the album. I just don't think it lives up to the "Better than Things Fall Apart" hype.
Monday, March 24, 2008
Truth Hurts
Sometimes you really don't want to know the truth. I mean we LOVE the truth when it's in our favor... but when you find out that maybe you're not as smart as you thought or maybe you're not as important as you thought you were? ouch.
With just nine weeks left before i head back to san fran the butterflies are starting to flutter. I'm becoming more and more busy and yet nothing seems to be getting done. My laptop died at a pretty inopportune time. The SO is too busy to hang out with me. My drinking is just about back to where it was... and the stuff i *need* to do is steadily piling up. Add to that the frustration and bruised ego that goes along with not having a job or any prspects in the fall and well... yeah... this hasn't been a good week/month for me.
But enough of the complaining. I suppose things could be worse. I think i'm gonna start using all this alone time to take more pics...not that i have anywhere to download them to... but whatever. i'm also at looking at picking up another activity or two at school. We'll see.
With just nine weeks left before i head back to san fran the butterflies are starting to flutter. I'm becoming more and more busy and yet nothing seems to be getting done. My laptop died at a pretty inopportune time. The SO is too busy to hang out with me. My drinking is just about back to where it was... and the stuff i *need* to do is steadily piling up. Add to that the frustration and bruised ego that goes along with not having a job or any prspects in the fall and well... yeah... this hasn't been a good week/month for me.
But enough of the complaining. I suppose things could be worse. I think i'm gonna start using all this alone time to take more pics...not that i have anywhere to download them to... but whatever. i'm also at looking at picking up another activity or two at school. We'll see.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
