Bad Hair Day

Alright, let's get this straight. I did not chicken out. I went down to the bank and did not see Bank Girl working there. I quickly got the hell out of dodge. Why? Well, when getting ready this morning, I glanced in the mirror and realized that I looked a lot like the picture below....

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So I'm working on getting hair appointment scheduled right now. I figure it's okay to wait a few days...it lets this girl know that I'm suave, that getting her phone number hasn't been on my mind. I've found that the fastest way to make a girl uninterested is to be desperate...or flatulence. Flatulence works real well.

I have some entertaining links for you. One of these links will eat up hours and hours of your time. It will enthrall you. It is a java applet that gives you a visual representation of how all the bloggers on the internet are feeling. You can also see little blips from their blogs and it correlates all this stuff with weather, age, gender, etc. This is an amazing thing, you will not be disappointed. The link is right here. Just click here.

My other entertaining link is about contract law. Ever thought about writing a contract in blood? Well this guy did. Now he's trying to enforce it in court. The other guy is trying to say it is invalid, but from what I know about K law, this thing is going to be solid. The best part of this story is when the guy says "there is no such thing as a contract being extra valid". I think there should be. Extra valid would be awesome. Corporations would begin writing all their Kontracts in blood...Can you imagine the parole evidence rule problems this would create?

"Your honor, this contract is not fully integrated. My client would have put all the terms into the Contract, but he ran out of blood to write with."

Anyways, here it is. Click Here.

Alright guys, time for me to turn up the base and kick it old school.

aLs

It Has Begun!

The roller coaster is symbolic of my criminal procedure class, the girl is symbolic of a law student enrolled in said class..



In two weeks I have a mid term. Two weeks after that, I take the final. A summer law course is like watching a movie on fast forward. It takes way less time, but it can present some challenges. In some ways, it is easier. It's easier because I only have to focus on this one class. I never have to shift gears from crim pro to civ pro to Kontracts to con law. Crim Pro all the time. Nothing gets mixed up in my head this way.

I'm only allowed to miss three classes. I think I might shoot for a perfect attendance record this time...Mostly because this course is so short and missing one class is the equivalent of missing an entire weeks worth of class in a normal semester. Heh, missing three classes is like skipping three weeks straight...that is awesome. I salute anyone that does that.

I've decided that I'm going to build up the courage to ask a girl out. There's this girl at the bank who I have creatively named "Bank Girl". Bank Girl is cute and has a good sense of humor. A week ago I went to the bank and deposited a five dollar check. I was so embarrassed to deposit such a small check that I felt the need to explain to her that it was from a poker game...that if I didn't deposit the check, the guy who wrote it would think he could get out of paying his part by writing checks. We joked around a bit and I didn't think any more of it.

Today I went in there and she remembered me, saw the bigger check and commented "A little more than five dollars this time eh?" (it was 1500 dollars). We chatted some more, but it didn't occur to me to ask for her phone number or anything until later on. Now I'm thinking I should just go for it. I really love the location of the bank branch, but if she turns me down, I'll never go there again. I just couldn't handle it.

She had a ring on her right hand, but one of my female friends tells me that this means nothing. So tomorrow I will go and have my address changed (since it has) and I'll ask her something like "hey, I was wondering if you would write your phone number on the back of this slip" or something like that. I'll probably bungle it up and just say "You PRETTTTTTYYYYYYYY!!! THOG LIKE PRETTTTYYYYYY!!!". That's when security will tackle me.

Anyways, I gotta get back to watching my new neighbors with my new binoculars.

aLs

Still Is Still Moving To Me

I'm still moving, which means I'm making this post from inside one of the computer labs at the law school. Nobody else is around, but I can't help but feel paranoid. I can just see the Dean working with the CIA to unmask aLs. As soon as I exit the building, black stealth helicopters are going to swoop down on me and take me away, never to be seen again. Why? Because that's what most law schools would like to do to their anonymous bloggers. Lucky for me, my school doesn't know I exist...I'm sure they could claim that some of my complaining is an honor code violation.

I've decided not to try out for law review. I think I could have made it, but it's just not my thing. I don't really care about it at all. I know that I would never enjoy a single minute of it. Instead, I am trying out for moot court competition.

Moot Court sounds like something I could get into. Moot court is basically imaginary litigation and trials. It's fun because it really emphasizes oral advocacy skills...which is where I think I am best. There is also some writing involved, but hey you can't have everything.

Anyways, I gotta get out of here. Empty computer labs at empty law schools creep me out.

aLs

Moving In Progress

I'm not able to do much online right now because I am in the process of moving to my new apartment. The new apartment is cheaper than my current one, but twice as nice. The neighborhood is very nice; the neighbors seem nice, good location near town, even a freakin' fireplace.

Okay, question. Do any of you guys ever get an email or a snail mail from people you knew in high school? I guess I've reached the age where that starts happening. The thing is, I can't help but judge these people based off the grammar that they use when they write to me (please don't point out to me that technically, my grammar on here is crap, you know what I mean). I mean, I know my grammar and spelling isn't perfect, and I'm not asking for theirs to be perfect, and yes, I realize that email and internet grammar is kind of relaxed...but holy Christ these are some poorly written emails.

I mean, I will get a letter from someone and half of the words will be misspelled. Run a freakin spell check people! Some sentences I can't even divine a meaning from.

I just think that if you haven't spoken to someone in 5-7 years, you should take care to write an email or snail mail that shows you have the ability to write beyond a second grade level. Am I wrong? Am I just being a jerk? I don't think so, but that's why I'm asking you guys.

Alright, gotta go clean my fridge. Ewwwwwwwwww......

aLs

The No Relationship Zone

I've been thinking about the number of relationships I've seen stumble and fall in the last year. When school started, these were strong relationships. Often, the two people had been dating for a couple of years.

Law School is where relationships go to die.

I've seen other students cheat on their significant others time and time again. I've lost count of the number of breakups. Why does it happen? Well, that's complicated. I think there are lots of factors that go into it.

1. The stressed out student probably doesn't put as much into the relationship as he/she takes out of it. They need support, understanding, and patience. Yet, they are too freaked out and busy to really give these things out in large quantities.

2. Lack of understanding. The partner to the law student doesn't understand the new world their significant other has entered. The new law student is speaking a foreign language, making new friends that 9 out of 10 times, want to talk shop. This means the significant other finds him/herself excluded. The significant other starts to resent the fact that their partner is always busy and always stressed out. This creates tension because on top of this fact, the law student is asking a lot of their girlfriend/boyfriend.

3. It lasts 3 years. This isn't something that is going to end soon. In fact, it will go on for atleast three years...then it will continue in a new form. The law student will become an attorney and it will all start over again. The new attorney will be busy and plunged into new challenges...once again, the significant other is called on for support.

4. Law School can change people. I've only been here for a year, but I feel like a very different person than I was a year ago. I'm a lot more direct, I don't want to dance around the bush or play games. I'm a little less patient, I'm a little more cynical. Other people have told me that they feel different. I've read accounts of many law students that feel that law school changes a person...But is that bad? I mean, you're thinking, people change all the time. That's true, but I think law school has the potential to alter personalities a bit. It changes your outlook on life, it has the potential to remold the very way you think. Suddenly the law student is changing and their significant other doesn't recognize them as the same person they used to be...furthermore, as I mentioned above, the new law student is always wanting to talk shop...wanting to share the new world they're in with the person they love...and that person can't share it with them.

In Scott Turrow's book about being a 1L he talked a lot about this. He said that alot of law students would go home and "lawyer" their bf/gf/wife/husband. He meant that they were going home and using their new abilities to take things apart on their significant others. I think #4 applies more to relationships that have been going for a while...but I think it has the potential to be a big one.

So how does a couple balance the horror that law school can be? I imagine that both people need to have good communication. Also, I think a relationship already on the decline is dead on arrival at law school...it just doesn't know it yet. Aside from that, I really can't say. I'm single.

I'll tell you what I resent about law school. I feel like my life has been put on pause for 3 years. I don't do anything but prepare for a career. I have almost no free time to go out and meet people or enjoy my life. My friends are enjoying relationships, working good jobs, moving on with their lives....mine is frozen. I'll be 26 before I really start rolling again...and even then, I'll be a brand new freaked out attorney. That means a lot of my energy is going to go towards my new career.

Ugh, the outlook is bleak, but that may be because I'm in a bad mood.

aLs

One thing

I'm bored, I scoured the web for funny. These videos make much happy.

This is a very funny video, worth checking out. Imagine if the news guy just started talking to you.....Click Here For Happiness.

Here's a human domino commercial. I imagine when they made this that about 200 people ended up bruised. Very cool though. Click Here.


One thing that never fails to annoy the everloving shit out of me, is when one person says "let's do x, call me at y time". Then, when you go to call them, they aren't home. Furthermore, all day long, they aren't answering their phone.

You see, this sucks because the plans for the day are ruined at that point. There isn't really enough time to change gears and call someone else because most people are out of town right now.

Gr....

New Links

This kid would fit in with a lot of law students.

I'm adding three more blawgs that I read regularly. The first one is written by a Public Defender in Washington. The Blawg is called Arbitrary and Capricious (a term that, as a law student, I hear and read about constantly). Of particular interest is a post on April 17, 2006. Read the post, then the comments, then jet over to a blog called The World As We See It and read from March 30th to today. It won't take you that long, and its worth the read.

My opinion: They are right that the system is insufficient and unacceptable in many places, but their anger is misplaced. They are blaming Public Defenders, which accept much lower pay to serve a population that tends to be marginalized. In sum, they are overworked and underpaid. If the writer of "The World As We See It" wants the system fixed, they should be lobbying their representatives to increase the budget of the local PD office, not blaming the good people working there.

Readers: Offer your opinion.

The other blog I've been reading lately is called The 13th Juror. This Blawg is written by a poverty lawyer in Florida. She is also a law professor. This site is very interesting and well written. I suggest you mosey on over there and check it out.

I also picked up an interesting link at The 13th Juror, a thing called theThe NameVoyager. This tells you how popular any name is right now, all the way back to the 1800's. I found out that my name is really high on the list. So is my Mom's, but my brother's name is relatively uncommon.

It's really interesting to type in names that are associated with history. For instance, Adolph wasn't horribly uncommon in 1920. However, by the time WWII rolled around, it was getting to be unpopular. Hmmmm...I wonder why? It continued to die off, and fell out of the top 1000 names in the 70's.

My prediction: George will be the next name to fall out of favor.

The third blog is written by a former military officer, now 3L law student. Don't let the officer thing throw you off, the writer is female. The posts can be quite funny...I recommend looking at her 5 worst dates, which is located Here. Anyways, check that out if you get a minute.

I'm going to go for a walk.

aLs

70,000 > 143

I generally don't like to update daily, because then people won't read the last post, but this link is just too precious to keep to myself. Nobody can tell me I have a problem with Diet Coke when you look at this guy:

Click Here For Enlightenment

Law School Has Warped Me

143

What does that number mean? Well, it relates to the biggest casualty of Finals season in law school. What could it be? Weight gain? Friends lost? Sleeping pills taken?

Nay sir.

143 is the number of Diet Coke cans that were piled on my desk. I removed them today while I was looking for a CD. I removed another 20 cans from the room when I gave it a more thorough cleaning. Conservative estimate: I drank 6-8 DC's a day in that last month of school. Does anyone have a kidney I can borrow?


The endless span of free time in front of me is starting to screw with my head. I've run out of things to do. The exhaustion of this last year or so is still deep in my bones, but I'm bored. I've read several books for fun, beat a video game or two, and gone out drinking with Matterhorn. Should I get a job? I'm thinking about it....but where? The newspaper says that there are openings at the local fast food restaurants and there's a need for bell boys at the local hotels. I am inclined to go be a bell boy. If I work at a fast food place, I will almost for sure end up serving another law student....I would never live that down.

I found a new apartment. Its in a nicer part of the city. I've been fairly close to the school this last year, but this new apartment just looks and feels so much better than mine. I can handle the commute, even though gas almost costs the same as Gold.

I have been made a mentor to a group of 1L's for next year. What kind of wisdom will I impart upon them? I can just imagine the questions now.

Q: "As a law student, what's the most annoying thing I can do?"
A: "Good question, try getting up early in an exam and making as much noise as possible. Also, I've found that endless bragging about your abilities, how little you have to work, and your rich family will really hit the sweet spot."

Q: "Cool, I'll make sure I try that. Whenever the professor speaks, should I type every Goddamned word he/she spits out?"
A: "Go for it! If you write every thing the professor says, and I mean every freaking word, you will be like the other 95% of law students. They can't listen without typing. It's because they're Psyborgs."

Q: "Psyborgs?" (Edges away from me)
A: "Yes. It's okay, they won't hurt you. Normal Cyborgs could, but these are Psyborgs, totally different! Any more questions?"

A: "Yeah. I plan on being in the top ten percent, if not the top spot. Am I unique in this ambition?"
Q: "Your ambition is not unique. The top spot however, is. You probably won't get it. Work hard, enjoy your life, and be happy with whatever you get."

Q: "You're just annoyed that you don't have the top spot."
A: "No not really, the guy that has that spot works ten times harder than me. I know I don't have the kind of work ethic that he does. If you want to drive yourself like a mule, then by all means, go for it."

Q: "What's a good way to destroy my reputation before it ever gets off the ground?"
A: "Glad you asked. Lots of students find that sleeping around with a large number of people works well for them. You should also consider doing hard drugs and telling everyone about it...have you thought about alcoholism? That works sometimes. If nothing else works, try converting to Scientology."

Okay, that's all the fake questions and conversation I can think of right now. How's summer going for everyone? Message me on AIM, I am bored out of my mind.

aLs

The Most Annoying Thing Ever

I don't know how many law students are reading this, but I hope that talking about this problem will help others.

The most annoying thing in the world is when some law students get up in the last five minutes of an exam, make a shit ton of noise, and leave early. They have been working for 6 months for these 3 (sometimes 2) hours. Some people need every second they can get on an exam. When those law students get up and make noise, they distract people that are still working in the last few minutes. It is extremely agitating. When people do it, I just want to jump across my desk and strangle them.

OBSERVATION: The kids at the top of the class do not do this. They use every second they're given. Why? Because you can always improve your essay answers. You can spell check them, you can rephrase them in better ways. But for fucks sake, don't be a prick and get up early. Just don't do it kids. Don't do it.


Con Law: Con law was a difficult test. I believe I probably got about a B on it. I memorized giant paragraphs to spew out onto that exam and only one or two of them ended up being useful...oh well. Thank God I'm done with that class.

Kontracts: This was my best class. There were 8 million issues hidden in the essay, and I pretty much got them all. Lots of people in our class hated this one the worst because of the obscene time pressures built into this exam. The trick for this professor I believe, is to get through his multiple choice as fast as possible. It's the only way to go.

Property: The essay question was deceptively easy. This makes me nervous because it means I need to have wupped ass on the multiple choice. I'd like to say that I did, but there were plenty that I just wasn't sure about. I consider Property to be the unpredictable wild card class. I could have done really well, I might have done very poorly. It's impossible to predict.

Civ Pro: Some people were ecstatic about their performance on this exam. A large portion of people were angry as hell. I have never seen an exam that came down to time management as much as this one did. It was a difficult test and there was sooooooooooo much material to cover on it. It made 3 hours feel like 20 minutes. I did not finish this one. I got right to the end, but didn't get to cover the second part of the second essay question. I really pray that I did not screw the pooch this time.

As soon as I got out of the last exam I went to lunch with my good friend Jeff K. We ended up at my friend T's house. Me, T, L, and Jeff K. got completely slammed drinking vanilla flavored smirnoff vodka. At 2something in the afternoon we staggered across town to an Irish bar to continue the fun. We did Irish Car Bombs there for a few minutes, but Jeff K. got sick in their bathroom and we had to bolt before they figured out who did it.

Then we went to the park and played around on a carousel we found. After that....things get really hazy. I hate to say the world "black out"....but I think that's what happened. I don't remember how we got to the next bar. I remember being at a Mexican restaurant and asking someone if I could get a sombrero. We went to another place too....they gave me cheese sticks....It's all really hazy. I ended up stumbling home around midnight.

When I woke up, it felt like a horse was standing on my head. I downed a bunch of asprin and stayed in bed until around noon. Anyways, I've been kind of recovering from that night and all the exams for the last day or two. I'm focusing on moving right now, but there have been some complications.

Alright, it's go time.

aLs

Net Neutrality

The internet as we know it is under attack by the large tellecommunication companies. They want to be able to control the speeds of access to different websites. Imagine not being able to read a blog because the owner of the blog is a poor student that can't pay for the high level access that these guys want to charge for. If you want to keep the internet awesome, independent, and public, then I urge you to to head over to Save The Internet and sign their petitions. If you have a few minutes, maybe write a letter to the editor or to your representative. This is a huge issue and we must not ignore it.

Thanks,
aLs

oops

I'll have a full post later today or early tomorrow, but everything went off without a hitch.

After the exam, droves of law students went off in random directions to party hardy. I ended up drunk by 2 in the afternoon with a group of my friends.

The oops comes from the fact that I might have told someone about my blog. She was buzzed too, so I'm not sure if she'll remember or not. If she does remember (and is reading this) let me know. It only seems fair that I should know who's readin' my blog!

Anyways, I gotta roll, catch you guys later.

aLs

Tweaking

I'm up still, taking a short break.

Follow this link: To this very interesting news story.

I offer my opinion, you offer yours.

1. 3 strikes laws are dangerous and should be limited to violent criminals.
2. This guy should get leniency, though he should also get rehabilitation since he obviously has problems not breaking into other people's homes.
3. Rapists and Child molesters should get life in prison with no chance for parole.

Property Sucks.

I've been working on property for the last few days and my mind is numb. I spent two whole days building this amazing outline...and now for the life of me I can't memorize any of it. I'm sitting here and the most basic concepts just won't gel in my mind...I'm so exhausted mentally....I'm trying to care...but I care less and less.

But I can't give up now...if I do...I can't be like my idol, Leanord Crabs. The picture below shows how he rolls.



Alright, but to the living hell that is my life right now.

aLS

Strategy

I'm using the strategy for property that I used for Kontracts. What is the strategy you ask? My answer: Creating a completely new outline in a day and a half and then memorizing it. Is that a little overboard? Maybe. Does it work really freaking well? Yes.

It is mentally exhausting though. I just woke up from a two hour nap that I did not need. Have you ever taken a nap when you there's a ton of caffeine in your system? It doesn't feel like a normal sleep at all. It usually causes strange dreams for me.

My dream:

I'm riding on this little tourist attraction train that goes around Alaskaland (a small park in Fairbanks). The train won't stop and I can't get off of it. My torts professor is sitting in the seat in front of me. He is turned around, looking over the seat, telling me why tort law is so important.

He keeps trying to throw me off the train whenever I stop paying attention. There are hamsters everywhere. All over the tracks, and we keep running them over.

Analyze that shit.

aLs

Chat with aLs

I'm really busy right now, so there probably won't be a proper update until Wednesday when I finish my last final.

Aside from that, K went well I think. I'll have more on all my finals when I finish with them.

Until then, I've decided to make it possible to chat with me on AIM. Click here to hit me up.

However, be aware that I'm really busy right now and I might not respond to you. I also added the link to my AIM on the right side of the screen. I realize that this makes it easier to figure out who I am...If you know what my AIM is and suspect I am who I am, well shit, don't be a prick. Let me know that you know who I am.

Really I don't care though. I know that I'm just being paranoid when I think about other students trying to figure me out.

Alright, I'm gone. Ciao.

aLs

Brief Brief Update

Con Law went well, I did not fail the course. As many of you know, that's my main goal. If I do beat the curve, I'm quite pleased...but really, I'm happy to graduate.


This link will entertain and make you raise an eyebrow:

Click on it.

I made a 17 page outline today, and I am now busy memorizing it. If I could be anybody, doing anything on Earth, for just right now during finals, I would be a goat herder on the Moon.

aLs

I Done Learned It Good

Con Law makes me feel that way sometimes.

You see, it's beautiful and terrifying all at once. When I read old Supreme Court cases I find myself marveling at the brilliance of the Justices or raging against their obvious lack of foresight and their knack for just makin' shit up.

I've memorized a whole lot of text for my Con Law quiz tomorrow...I memorized it word for word. I feel that by doing that I have defeated my Con Law professor's demand that everything be said with total specificity.

I don't hate her for this. I think she's a great professor...and really, I understand where she's coming from. Words are the lawyers' scalpel. It has to be really precise. I can't show up with a chainsaw and get all bent out of shape when the doctor overseeing the procedure freaks out.

There is so much information in my head...it feels like there's some sort of convention going on up there. The thing is, it's a boring convention. All the people in my head are milling about talking about the Dormant Commerce Clause....the Market Participant Exception...The 3 exceptions for Mootness....Scalia's hair...stuff like that.

Tomorrow, one way or another, the Con law pain ends. Of course, this only means that the Kontracts pain begins. K may end up hurting worse than CL.

Scalia's head has hypnotic powers. If you stare directly at it, you will turn to stone. It's true.

aLs