ICP and Manson

ICP and Manson are singing me to sleep tonight. It might be dorky, but these are my guys when I'm in a bad mood. Have a good one people.

aLs

Took a day off

I took today off. I had breakfast at IHOP with lizaster and Blake Runner. The chocolate chip pancakes are simply heaven. However, thousands of screaming children and old people are not a slice of heaven. If you can avoid IHOP on a saturday or sunday morning, I highly recommend doing so.

I haven't made it to a Sunday service in about 3 weeks. I am still going to the life group meetings, but I don't feel like I get the same stuff out of the actual sunday school. I'm more interested in getting to know people in small group settings and doing readings. I need the logical angle when I do the religion thing...other people need singing, tongues, whatever. I like logical arguments. Plus, I'm not going to meet any pretty girls in the normal church service.

I'm going to start working out again on Monday. I've slipped hardcore. I will be doing weights come Monday. I never seem to get any real results with just pure cardio...but you throw in weights, and boom. It doesn't make much sense, but that's the reality.

Tonight I had Blake Runner, Eggs Benedict, and Like Mike over to play scattergories and chill out. We played 3 games of scattergories, I won two of them, but that's because I've played a lot of scattergories in my time. I know the key to success lies in double words. Anyways, we had a good time. I bought a ton of beer, but we didn't even put a dent in it. That's alright, it just means I have plenty on hand for an emergency.

Here's how I like to play scattergories. I think people should lie, I think it should be an acknowledged part of the game. I think people should vote down legitimate answers when they know they are legitimate, but nobody else does. I think everyone should be buzzed. I think there should be 7 players. Scattergories freakin rules.

A study group is being formed. It will consist of me, Blake Runner, Eggs Benedict, Matterhorn, The Sheriff, and The Sheriff's roommate. We haven't had time to give the roommate a good nickname. She's cool though. I imagine our group will meet for the first time this coming Friday or Saturday. We didn't meet this weekend because we're still solidifying, but also, because there really isn't much to go over yet. It would have been a pointless meeting.

I got my contracts primer. One of my primers is being held up by hurricane Katrina. The others should arrive shortly.

The undergrads have arrived on campus. They are everywhere.

Okay, evaluate this situation: I'm going to lunch with two very pretty girls. Two 2L's that we kind of know see us in the parking lot and chat with us for a minute. Well, a better way to say that is, the 2L's chat with the two pretty girls. After a few minutes, the 2L's say "hey, we're going up there to get lunch, come with us". So I follow with the girls and we get lunch with them. The whole time, each one of the guys focuses on one of the girls. Partially, I can't blame them, these girls are stunningly cute. However, I feel like I can blame them. They hijacked my freakin lunch. It wasn't enjoyable.

Next situation: We enter a local bar that none of the guys in our group want to be at. Those same two girls are with us. Those same two 2L's are in the bar. They instantly engage those girls in conversation and shut us out. In other words, we were ambushed.

Here's my question. Is my dislike of these two guys justified? I kind of liked one of them before this, but now I think he's a big meat head. It seems incredibly rude to steal all the girls from a group that your acquainted with. I mean, sure, go ahead if its someone you've never met...but this seems sleazy to me. Neither of those two girls think I'm exercising logic with my annoyance. Some of my friends fully understand and agree with me. Some of them don't. I just lay out my case over and over, hoping to get something. "My lunch was hijacked, then we were ambushed. Those 2L's suck".

Dnaut, sorry I didn't get to talk to you on the phone. Something happened to the connection, then I had trouble getting it back.

Also, Anonymous Lawyer has posted on his site again. Go there now.

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The Kids Are Alright

I'm nursing a hangover. I was in a bad mood when I got home last night, don't worry too much about my last post.

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Im d abit drink righ t now. Ive had lot s to drink and im not happy.

i would likee ot be happy, but my life feels shalllow and meanningless aright now.

aLs

Off Target

Do not buy furniture from target that has to be put together. I tried to put together my coffee table...but there were no instructions and I think there may have been missing pieces. Needless to say, i'm taking it back.

I bought a lamp that lights up when I touch it. I tried rubbing a stick against it, but it doesn't light up when I do that. How does the lamp know its me? Perhaps its some sort of super lamp.

I'm going to call that girl tomorrow.

There are 8 empty diet cokes sitting on my computer desk.

On my wall, this is written: "I make Much Happy?! Oh God, Chinchillas!"

My contracts teacher threatened to sue a hotel once because they told him he didn't need to make reservations. When he showed up, walked up to the desk, they had no rooms open. He freaked out and told them that they had some sort of verbal contract, and were liable. Needless to say he got his room. He told us not to be jerk lawyers like that.

Can you remember, really remember...how to get to Shell Beach? Well...Mr. Murdock?

These lyrics really sum it up for me right now:

"I don't care about jack sh*t,
I just wanna pick my nose,
Maybe drool upon myself,
If that's the way it goes"

Kudos to you if you know what band that is. In fact, kudos and a million points.

I cleaned out my office today, so it can be an office. I was using it as a giant closet to throw random crud into. The floor in the office was not visible. I threw everything into the real closet in the office. Some day I will clean out the closet, and throw everything in the cubboard.

I may never buy another video game ever again, until Battlefield 3 comes out.

The third terminator looked like she was from a gap commercial. Sad.

Its 10pm and I haven't started my reading yet. I guess I'm going to brew some coffee. So far this week I am down 5 hours of sleep time. Tomorrow I will be down by 8. That's a whole night and it's not even Friday. I keep expecting to mature, but I think that this is it.

Yep, this is it.

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Keep your head down

My property teacher makes me think of Halo. If you know me, ask why and I'll tell you.

My contracts teacher asked who the best lawmaker ever was. I said murphy. Class laughed. He didn't get it.

I got a girl's phone number today. Yay for me.

I didn't understand my civ pro reading....I immediately bought over 100 dollars worth in primers online.

I know of several students that are seriously considering leaving. This is the time to keep your head down. This is when losing your cool would be a bad idea. In the words of yoda (roughly)

"Try? There is no try. There is do, and do not."

What this means, is do not try to do law school. Just do it. If you made it this far you can make it to the end.

Most people sink their own ships.
Keep your cool guys.
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Lawyers, Guns, & Money

Lawyers, Guns, & Money. Its a Warren Zevon song that my civ pro teacher played for us today. I like her. She's got moxy. Also, she tore into a student or two today. I was thanking God that I didn't get called on.

So I had my first real, official, full day of law school today. I don't fully count summer torts. Nor do I count any of the orientation stuff.

The day started off with me and A Bomb sitting in the front row of civil procedure. People usually say this as "civ pro". Anyways, we sat in the front because some of the teachers are assigning seats. I heard of another class all being told that where they sat down was their permanent spot for the rest of the entire year. That's year people, not semester. So I thought to myself, the front is the best, because I will pay more attention up front.

Also, we both wore fedoras. This makes us the first and only people in our class to ever wear a hat so far. We both wore them, and sat right next to each other. It was like shooting a flare right at our teachers head. She kept looking right at us while she spoke, but didn't get around to calling on us. I imagine if she had known our names she might have, but she just had a list that she called from randomly.

My civ pro teacher has a policy that if you come in late, you have to explain to all the other students why you're late. Also, you will lose points from your grade if you come in late more than once. The lesson: skip class if your late. Also, she said she would answer your cell phone if it went off. Expect massive embarrassment if your phone rings in that class. Lesson: don't bring your phone to class.

My crim law class was neato completo. The teacher is young and fiery. He will not bore me, and I will not be sleeping in there. Let's just say that in neither of those classes did I dare turn on messenger or play around on somethingawful. One of the kids in class said something like "well its ad hoc" and the professor said "excuse me, we use English in here. Don't try and sound like a smart boy in front of everyone, just say what you mean." It was awesome, cuz I was thinking the same thing when the kid said that.

In my civ pro class I was made partner in firm B. Firm B has 4 people I know in it, and one I don't know. In a way this is cool, because I'm with people I can work around...in a way it sucks, because it just makes me more clustered and less likely to meet new people. Oh well. I need your help people, I need to think of a cool thing for the B in Firm B to stand for. Like for instance: Firm Brontasauras. I dunno, help me come up with something.

New Topic:

The Rules: List five songs that you are currently digging - it doesn't matter what genre they are from, whether they have words, or even if they're not any good, but they must be songs you're really enjoying right now. Post these instructions and the five songs on your blog or in the comments section. Then try listening to a song or two from other people that you don't recognize.

1. Long Live The Dead Guy-Johnny Socko
2. Drinkin-Reel Big Fish
3. Hate Yer Guts - Reel Big Fish
4. Cumbia Raza - Los Lobos
5. All The Love In the World - NIN

CHINCHILLAS!

A New Diet Idea

I've decided to try a diet. Here it is:

No2: An expensive stimulant. I once lost 40 pounds in six weeks with the help of this shit. It works.

Oatmeal in the morning: Low in fat, but with some carbs. I need carbs, but not many with the No2 helping me out.

Tuna in the afternoon: I need protein.

2 chicken breasts in the evening: I can spice it up however i want, but this is it.

I will attempt to stick to this for as long as possible. Let's see how it turns out. Also, I might ease into it since I have lots of stuff in the fridge that will go bad if I don't use it. I'll also be working out as much as possible.

I reserve the right to change my mind about this at any time.

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Another Day Off

It's 3 in the P.M. and I'm lincoln north bound. Lots of good sandwich shops in this big freakin town.

I was supposed to work today. Yesterday was my complete day off, and today was supposed to be my work day. The idea being that I would then have tomorrow off to rest and relax before my first real day of classes. Well, you know what they say about the best laid plans....I had to go grocery shopping, but first I had to walk to the bar to get my car from the night before. Then I went grocery shopping, only to find out that my debit card was still at the bar. Then I went shopping. Then I grabbed liz and we went to coldstone creamery. I kid you not, I had the best chocolate shake of my life there today. It was unfreakinbelievable. It will open your eyes to a whole new universe of tasty.

Alright, off to video games. Then later I'm going to a movie.

Ciao,
aLs

Birthday, Orientation, Weekend, Real School

Orientation is over, thank God. I came out of having made no new friends at all. Well, maybe The Sheriff's new roommate. She's cool.

My books cost 775 dollars! Isn't that ridiculous! Insanity!

My birthday was yesterday, and it was memorable. Me and 6 or 7 other students went to hooters. I begged the Hardy Boys to spare me, to not tell the hooters girls, but of course I was ignored. If anything, my resistance just increased their urge to tell on me. So out of nowhere, I am told to stand on a stool by some very demanding, scantily dressed girls. So there I am, standing on stool, with a cup in my mouth (my beak), and two doggie boxes for wings (which I had to flap) while 10 or so hooters girls sang songs and clapped in a circle around me. I almost died of embarrassment. I can't even tell you, I tried to black it out, make my mind go numb. I kept thinking of that line in shawshank redemption when what's his face is being told to "go somewhere in your mind when they come for you". It was hilarious though, I will definitely be taking a friend there on their birthday if I get a chance.

I've decided to show my friend Eggs Benedict my site.

This weekend I have some reading to do. Then real school starts on Monday. I'm kind of looking forward to it. My mind is ready to absorb information like a sponge. I can't tell you how happy I am that orientation is over.

I got 10,000 dollars in loans! I'm a King!

I wonder what I should do with my weekend?
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Orientation, Day 1 of 3

I was up at 2 AM last night. I picked a friend up at the airport and we immediately headed for a local bar. A few other students showed up and we drowned our sorrows in 2 pitchers of beer. We didn't really have any sorrows though. We were pretty jubilant about being together again.

The Hardy boys are ready to roll. Maybe solve another mystery. Is that what the Hardy boys did?

Let's see. Today started bright and early at 7:30 for me. It was supposed to start thirty minutes earlier but a pillow attack on my alarm clock kept it from waking me up. Luckily I caught the perpetrator and got out of bed. I have no recollection of attacking the alarm clock, but I'm sure I did. Unless those stupid gnomes that steal car keys and cell phones have stepped up their war against me.

I walked over to Lizfreakingawesomebadassfantasticasswupper's house and we made our merry way up to the law school. We were greeted by coffee, doughnuts, and smiling people that wanted to hand us folders. These folders contained lots of information that I've already gone through, about 2 months ago when I did summer torts.

I'm singing out loud to Me First and the Gimme Gimme's "take it on the run". I just thought you should know.

I would like to say that I switched into super outgoing mode. I didn't. I clumped with the good friends that I've already made. It was clear to all that gathered that we were friends. It was fun, I felt popular. If you define popular as having more friends than the average person in a contained social setting, then I am popular. Yay.

Later on we had lunch and met our advisor. My advisor is pretty cool. His name is Melvin, he loves jazz, and helps run the law clinic. He's a big whig up there. A few other students had lunch with Melvin too, because he is their advisor as well. They were alright I guess, not really interesting, not boring per se...but nothing jumped out at me. Not super funny, not animated...probably just nervous as all hell. I'm sure we'll all get along just fine.

After lunch there were a few more things. I ignored the "how to brief a case" speech. It lasted like 2 hours. I read my book "Lost in a good book" By Jasper Fforde. Pick this one up guys, it will make your day (read the first one first).

After that I halfway listened to the "history of our legal tradition" speech. Mostly about how and where our common law came from. This is interesting...but I pretty much already knew all of it. I continued reading.

It was great seeing the students I befriended this last summer. I feel rejuvenated, and I'm ready to dive headfirst into the kiddy pool!

Yeah! That's how you do it! Whooo Ah! (this is my pep talk)

I HUNGER!
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No loans

You got it. No loans till thursday. That means that when everyone is making new friends and whatnot, I can't participate. No denaro.

blech.

aLs

Manson in the Air

Usually when I'm playing Manson, I'm either working out, or my mood has suddenly taken a turn for the worse. Why is my mood suddenly dark? I don't really know. I'm tired of being broke, and I'm a bit lonely. When I have money I can be social and do things, but without the cash, I can't really do much. I can barely afford to drive my car. Actually I can't afford to drive my car. When this tank of gas runs out, I can't buy more. Hopefully loans will come in tomorrow and I'll be saved.

I'm also ancy because school is starting soon. The idea of taking on five courses is very intimidating. My friend liz doesn't have any classes with me...so I have to make new friends and hang out with the Hardy Boys more often. That's not a bad thing at all, but it does suck that the dynamic duo can't really be a duo while school is in session.

I made a fool of myself and got shot down by another girl. That's starting to get old.

Five courses! Five undergrad courses was always my upper limit. Law classes are ten times harder than anything I ever did in my undergrad. I was able to float through college, but law school....Can you imagine how ridiculous things will get when I have five midterms? Or heaven forbid, five finals?! I'll crack under that kind of stress. How the hell am I going to pull this off? Who knows. I think that isolation will be the oxygen mask I breathe in to survive.

Okay people, I'm going to lay on my bed and sing out loud with Mr. Manson. He speaks the truth.

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INCOMING! LOANS!

I checked my online account thingy today, and it seems to suggest that I have 4000 dollars waiting for me. This means that I can collect my cash on Monday! My private loans still haven't come in, and to tell the truth, I'm halfway expecting them to come back with no approval. I will have to get a cosigner if that happens. For some reasons private companies get nervous about lending 10,000 dollars a semester to people like me. Why? So what if I already owe 50,000 and have a sketchy credit history...I'm a nice guy! Gimme!

Classes start next Tuesday. Lizaster comes in tonight, I'm picking her up at the airport. I think Matterhorn comes in on Monday night.

Pylon K! Where did you go? Did you have a going away party?

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Random Thoughts

If you had a theme song, what would it be? When would it play? All the time, or just specific times? My song would be the Sopranos song (woke up this morning, chosen one mix). Its the coolest most bad arse song ever. It would play whenever I was doing something cool. It would play whenever I was wearing a suit and striding around looking powerful, whenever I took off sunglasses (which is never, since I wear glasses) and whenever I smoke a cigar in public. That almost never happens, but it would be cool.

If I could bring any fashion period back, it would be fashion from the 20-40's. Mostly, the fedora, and the cool coats people wore. Other then that, cloaks. If I could walk down the street wearing a fedora, rain coat, and a cloak, I would be in hog heaven. Also, the sopranos song would be playing.

I made up a new word. Floogy. I think it means weird mixed with nutty. So you could say:

"That Alex guy is a little floogy"
"I don't know if I can go out guys, I'm feeling a bit floogy today"
"Oh Great! That's just floogtastic!"

I also made up the word narn. It means no. I like it more than the word no. I've been using it for a few years.

Today I heard of something called "The Chinese Firedrill". That's where when the car stops, everyone gets out and runs around the car one time and then gets back in their seat. You can do this with or without telling the driver. The driver can participate too. I wouldn't do it in Alaska during the winter, but I might give it a try down here in State X. Even if I'm by myself. I mean, why not?

School starts in a few days. In 5 days I turn 23. I'm so low on money that I bought Ramen today. I swore I'd never eat it again, but I bought 4 packets of oriental flavor. Yeck. Whatever, this is my penance for not budgeting properly.

Alright, back to my life. Cya.
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Feeling Better & Back To My Old Self

I've spoken with a few students that didn't do as well as me grade wise. That really makes me appreciate the grade that I got. Forget all of this "I should have/could have done better" crap. I did well enough! I've decided to vow to myself that I will work harder next semester. I know I worked hard this time around, but I feel like I was very inefficient in a lot of things that I did. Here are a few ways I will become more efficient:

1. Buy a table to work on
2. Stop taking 4 hour naps after school
3. Never study after 9:30pm
4. Do all my reading, no matter what
5. No drinking on school nights

I think that by following these simple rules, I will be able to do even better next semester.

Now that I'm back to my old self again, I thought I would go ahead and rant about something that has been bugging me lately. Its a commercial actually. Here's the script, interspersed with my thoughts.

(It begins with several women sitting near a pool outside, all of them are wearing bathing suits and are having girl conversations)

Suddenly one of their friends walks over, she's wearing a dazzling and very sexy bathing suit.

Friend 1: "Your wearing a bathing suit when your on your period?!"
Period Girl: "Yeah, I don't let a little thing like a period get in the way of me enjoying life."

HOLY SHIT! Do girls really talk like that?!!! How did the one girl know that her friend was having her period? Was it really kosher for her to say that out loud? Why did they all go to the beach if they're all having periods! Why not lock themselves up in a closet for three days or something! Isn't that what girls that have periods do, so as to protect others from their once-a-month madness?!

(At this point, Period girl pulls out a box of Mydol or something)

Period Girl: "Mydol makes my period go away forever. The little capsules release small parasites into my body that devour my entire reproductive system over the course of two weeks. After that, no period, ever. No kids either. The only thing that sucks is the massive internal damage, you know, hemorrhaging, bleeding, infections, and the fact that those little parasites are also going after my spleen now."

(Other girls stare in horror at their friend, they begin to notice for the first time how pale she is, and the random bruising on her body from the parasites (the parasites have grown to the size of small softballs))

That's not how the commercial really ended. Is anyone with me on this though? Shouldn't these kind of things never be allowed to be commercials? Do women really watch this tripe and then go out and buy this sh*t? It must work if they're still doing it. I just wonder if the FCC shouldn't develop a list of topics that commercials should never be allowed to talk about. I'll start the list for them:

1. Tampons
2. Any kind of female "problem"
3. Male Enhancement drugs
4. Toilet paper (remember those commercials with the cutesy bears that were so excited to wipe their asses? Disgusting.)
5. Perscription medicine of any kind. Its wrong to convince people they need a drug when they don't really know anything about medicine. This is an issue for doctors to decide. Also, I hate it when they show a commercial with some guy who normally looks happys, but when nobody is looking he grimaces a little bit, and then the narrator says "Do you have syphilis in your nasal passage? Maybe you should try the orange pill. Call 1-800-Orange Pill to learn about STD's in your nose, so you can go back to enjoying life. (camera cuts to him rubbing his nose against his wife's nose). Yuck.

Okay, I'll catch you cats later. Tomorrow I'm going to go see "The Island". A movie about people getting their organs stolen. I think I've already made my position clear on this subject...clone me, so I can fight my clone. Also, Dnaut, I sold your evil clone my knife set over the weekend. He gave me 400 dollars for it and then hitched a ride on a semi north. Have a good one!

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Not a C of any kind

Let's just say my grade wasn't a C.

I don't know what the average gpa was, so I don't know if I was average, or was above the average. The point system confuses me to no end, I'll update further when I know more.

Walking on the Ceiling

I just received an email from my professor claiming that final grades will be available by 3pm today. I am walking on the ceiling. I know that all those physics people will say that's impossible, but they never met a law student on the eve of his grades. I'm also melting and reforming against my will.

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Sven's Dead

This is war. I'm about 400 feet above pyong yang, a Chinese province to the east. Its imperative that we seize this area because it will afford us the opportunity to disrupt supply lines in the North. God knows the G.I.'s in the north can use the help.

The Chinese base comes into view as we soar over a mountain. We clip a few trees as we desperately try to gain altitude. The pilot, Sven, is in my squad. We've trained for this day for years, even so, I just met him. Sven has blond hair, blue eyes, and two boys waiting for him at home.

Suddenly the inside of the copter explodes in a rain of gunfire. Sven is a bad pilot. He has just taken us over several machine gun banks that are blocking passage on the most direct route to the enemy base. Our job is to destroy those things, but Sven is making it look like our job is to fly close enough to flip them off. I like Sven's moxy, but he's going to get us killed.

According to Title 4, paragraph 2 of the war code, I can kill any man that endangers our mission.

I ask, “Sven if he could be anywhere, where would you be now?”

Sven pauses, I think he knows what I'm about to do.

“I would be home.”

I reach over, grab Sven, and throw him out the side of the copter. Maybe instead of falling 400 feet and dying instantly Sven will make it home. Maye Sven should have paid more attention in helicopter class. Stupid noob. The enemy, startled, stops firing at my copter for just a few seconds. They watch as Sven screams, eventually crashing through the roof of a nearby hut. He doesn't die instantly, which is too bad for him. I'm sure if he had a choice he would have died instantly. His garbled screams distract the two gunners long enough for me to maneuver the copter. I grip the controls and try to steady the AC47 Cobra. Another round of anti aircraft fire rips into it. The smoke is hard to see through, I can taste blood on my lips. I hope my family knows I love them. I hope they don't miss me too much at the next labor day barbecue.

Through the dense smoke, I can see the enemy airfield. An untouched, pristine Chinese AL33 sits on the helipad. I get an idea. With all my strength I wrench the controls and the helicopter spins, then I slam down on the stick and we hurtle towards the two gun banks. The Chinese fighters are startled as they realize that the American fighter pilot is ready to go Kamikaze, but that's not my full plan. I set the stick in place and dive out of the helicopter. My shoot opens, but i'm too low for it to completely break my fall. I hear an audible crack as my left leg is shattered on impact.

As I cry out in pain and roll around in the wet grass, I look up for an instant, just in time to see my helicopter fly right into the enemy gunbanks. I wonder if sacrificing the 40 million dollar copter was worth the lives of the two gunners. Who knows, I'm a soldier/law student, now an accountant.

I can see a jeep full of chinese driving towards the now deserted base at full speed. They will be on me in less than a minute. Ignoring the pain in my leg I sprint to the Chinese AL33. Getting inside it, I remember how poor a pilot I am. I have no clue where the on button is. Oh wait, its the W key.

The jeep is scrambling to my position, they know that they can kill me easily if they can catch me before I'm off the ground. What they aren't expecting is that sheer luck and stupidity is on my side. As the jeep gets within 50 feet of my brand new AL33 I lift off, strafe about 45 feet to my left, and land on the jeep, crushing the driver and the gunner. The passenger that survived my pounce attack crawls out of the wreckage, staring at me in terror. He's died before. This was the gunner I killed a minute ago. He's going to die again. I pull out Sven's side arm and fire two shots into the man's knees. He can't move, the gasoline from the destroyed jeep begins pouring out on the ground, soaking him. I laugh as I engage the engines and begin hovering above the wreckage. I grab a flare gun from the glove box and fire at the wreckage. It explodes, killing the one survivor instantly.

The AL33 soars over the battlefield. Mostly its designed to be a troop carrier. It has 2 powerful gatlin 470's on each side. There's an enemy tank below me, chasing down one of my guys. I give him about 40 seconds until he meets his maker. I hate Chinese copters, so I decide to jump out of it and parachute. I time my jump just right to land next to an unused military ambulance. Anonymous Law Student has a plan. Placing 8 packages of C4 explosive in the back, I hit the gas and drive the ambulance at full speed across the dusty dirt road.

Lt. Birkman runs out from between two houses screaming. The tank that's chasing him comes out of the alleyway seconds later. The tank ignores me, the driver has a beef with Birkman. Maybe its because Birkman is fat, maybe its because Birkman keeps cussing all the time. Frankly it bugs me, can't he just be a little more civilized? The tank driver thinks he can get to me in a second, because after all, what could an ambulance possibly do to a tank? I light a big fat cigar and hit the gas. I hope my family won't cry over me too much when I don't show up for Christmas.

The Ambulance's engine roars and the vehicle crashes into the tank. I can see the stunned driver of the tank through his little armored window. He grins at me as he tank gun swivels around, moments away from turning me and my ambulance into a crater. I grin back, take a puff on my cigar, and lift my detonator for him to see. Goodbye everyone. I press the button and flames engulf everything.

I stop being for a while. Darkness. Endless Darkness. After 17 seconds I come back to life. Maybe I'll make it home for Easter after all.

If you like video games, I highly recommend Battlefield 2 people. You will not be disappointed. The test went well I think. I completely abandoned the IRAC method of answering questions. I don't know if you know what IRAC is, so I will explain it real quick. I stands for issue. You state the issue or the question first. R stands for Rule, you state the law. A stands for Analysis, you apply the rule to the Issue. C stands for conclusion, you wrap it all up and throw in any thoughts you might have. Here's an example of IRAC in action:

Will Barney be able to recover against the LAPD? In prior dinoslayings, the courts in California have stated that if an officer had reasonable suspicion to believe that a dinosaur had bad intentions, he was justified in trying to kill it. Since Barney was growling at a small child, it is likely that the jury will find that the officer had reasonable suspicion. I think in this case, Barney's death will not be avenged by the judiciary.

Anyways, I abandoned that method and switched to a more sing songy conversational tone. I don't know if this will work will for me, or damage my grade. All of the example answers that got the highest scores on previous exams were written in a conversational tone, not IRAC. So even though all the professors and tutors say to use IRAC, I think my method has a good chance of working out. Or it could completely screw me.

I have no idea how well I did. I think I did well, but last time I thought I did well. Not to say I didn't do well, but I didn't do as well as I had thought I had done. This time I have no freaking clue. I just don't know how to tell. Getting a good grade feels like winning at roulette, its a game of chance, and the odds are against you.

Lizaster, and many other students have gone home for the break. I am staying here to relax. I am already doubting my decision though, since I'm already bored. I don't know how to use up free time anymore. I'm reading the new Harry Potter book, but my internet stopped working earlier. I'm actually typing this in a word program, and then I will upload it tomorrow when I get to the campus.

I should have paid more attention to my budget. I thought I would have more money than I have now. At this point, its looking like I will be unable to pay some of my bills. The electric bill is already a month late, but there's just nothing I can do about it. I'm going to try and pay the cable bill (month late), but I don't know if that will be possible. If I don't pay the cable bill, they will turn off my tv and my internet. I have no idea how I could survive my two weeks off without Internet and cable, so cable has higher priority than food. I may end up having to survive off of ramen for a little while. I don't really want to, but I don't have any option. This is what I get for inadequate budgeting. When my next set of loans come in, I am going to budget everything out and put money into my savings account so I don't actually spend it. I don't know what my real balance is at this time, so maybe its not as dire as I think it is, but I doubt it.

The results from the exam will be back on Sunday I think. I will probably update before then, but if not, then I will certainly update on Sunday to let you know how the grade turned out. Wish me luck people, Sven doesn't need it anymore.

aLs

Test

The test went well. This post will be extremely short because my internet has been cut off, due to lack of funds. I will know the grade from my exam within a date or two. I should be back online in the near future, until then, ciao.

aLs

Two Posts, One Day

The last few days I've been avoiding looking at old exams. Tomorrow this changes. I am going to gather myself, and my willpower, and work on some of the old exams. I only have to apply myself for two more days and I know that I have it in me to do so. If I can't cut it now, I certainly can't cut it as a lawyer. Nobody ever said this was going to be easy, and I shouldn't be so lazy and upset when it isn't.

I'm sitting outside waiting for my laundry to finish. Its about 1 Am here. The cool thing about wireless internet and a laptop is that you can do your work wherever you damn well please. I'm looking up at the stars right now, trying to find familiar constellations. It doesn't cease to amaze me that the stars are visible during the summer. I guess I always figured they just went away for a few months every year...to wherever stars might go.

One of my best friends got married yesterday. It was one of those moments where I desperately regretted being down here in the 48's. I miss my friends every day. I am really growing to like some of my new friends, but it will take years to form the kind of friendships that I had up North. Adding to all of this, I have decided to stay here for my break instead of going to Tx to visit my family. I also have some amazingly awesome friends there that I won't get to see because of my decision. I don't really regret the decision to stay here, I think it was the right decision to make, but I do hate the consequences. I wish that I had a month instead of a measly two weeks of break.

I'm just so high strung right now that I think a vacation would actually make it worse. I need to just be alone for a while to sort out everything that has happened this summer and prepare for what will happen in the fall. The off time will allow me to get to know this town better and work on some of those budding friendships. Maybe I'll get to know my new church better.

Its so relaxing out here. At the end of the day, at moments like this, I feel relaxed again. The feeling won't last, but for now I am grateful to experience it. I can't begin to say how honored and lucky I feel to have made it this far. Law school is a privilege that I am so thankful to have. The stars are beautiful tonight. They make me think of fall, and crisp winter nights in Alaska when the northern lights can cover a quarter of the sky. Cassiopeia is my lucky constellation. It has been since I was a kid.

Tonight its fully visible, and shining down on me.
A smile sneaks its way onto my lips.

aLs