awake yet?

I awake up a thrill seeker, I'm fueled and frayed, what a vast world awaits. Some may think I've gone gaga or MIA but I haven't tossed it all in the garbage, instead I used it up. I'm a badly drawn girl, but at least I'm brand new. I clash over the default: why don't we switch to metric? I want to live, I'm lit up, in the low millions. I talk to my muse and take the tonic and wait for nirvana, I find it in an oasis delivered by the postal service. I await a remedy and smile over their empty soul, but soon I'll be on snow patrol waiting to play in the cold. I get a tattoo and create a sugar cult. I slid across the verve now I'm only 30 seconds from mars.

I've been leaving you slowly...

Oh blog, your poor neglected thing. I haven't talked to you in weeks. But here I am back again, telling you about pumpkin pie. Oh, I haven't said anything about pumpkin pie yet have I? I'm making 2 maybe 3. I bought a pumpkin. I'm going to bake the pumpkin, puree it, and make vegan and regular pumpkin pie. oops have to go to law school Byes!

thunder and lightning

I'm the shining star, the lightning, the burning meteor; what am I without the sky, the clouds, the atmosphere? A better question is in reverse, I am still a burning sun but what will I leave in my wake, only rain?

out of bullets

Not so serious when you are looking down the barrel of a gun is it? Life looks good from there? a long dark tunnel reflecting into some brass and gunpowder. I found him, finally, I emptied a clip in the dark and hoped. Whether to hit him or not I haven't decided. It's invulnerable, those explosive charges only blew up that bank. I suppose it's better now with this pile of money but why can't I get rid of him? Looking down the barrel of the gun in my own hand I realize what I'm fighting against. Ideas are invincible.

p.s. litle bit of V, little bit of FC.

Conflated

Dear friend,
I'm sorry I stole your camera and left you drunk on the side of the road. Sorry. I curled up next to you. You say there is no other reason for you to stay here. I can't say the same. I'm just where I would be without you. If I'm what's keeping you here, where is it that you really want to be? I'm sorry I slapped him, I know I laugh too loud, talk too fast, drink too much, and pass out too early. I didn't want to hurt your feelings when I played you into each others' arms. I'm sorry I bought you that last drink. I'm sorry your not here anymore. I let things get out of hand but didn't elbow you in the nose. Sorry. I'll put you in the shower and make you drink water till you puke. I'll flag you a cab and send you back to the bar. Have a Dark and Stormy, that's our weather. I am afraid you will find that it tastes awful. They don't make them like they did before; out of control and irrational. Now its sweet and predictable. You're lost, I'm sorry I know exactly where that is.
only a little bit of myself. (maybe half an e or so)

Mass Murder

I was with my friend, who was the queen of England. We lived in a small house in the bad part of town just around the corner from the mansions. I had a little stack of toys with explosives strapped to them. Then they came, and we killed them all. Shot them, bludgeoned them to death, left blood like watermarks on the walls, and pools on the floor. Then we ran. There are more of us now but not with me. We killed them all, but not the one who betrayed us. We went back to the house as soon as they were gone we kept living there but didn't turn on the lights. Every time we thought we were on our own, they came back. Splintering our door, guns drawn trying to find us. Cutting into our conscious, with a needle. We never cleaned up the blood.

I missed it

I missed the dirt and sand; the hay and smoke; the cold and fire.
Saturday: Wake up throw food in a bag, go to work - think about how it should be... Wake up! Its freezing outside. Its 6:00 AM and still dark. The sleeping bag you are in has frosted over. There is no fire. Your clothes are so cold they krinkle if you touch them. But most of all you have to pee.
The closest outhouse is a 15 minute walk.
Sunday: Wake up hit snooze, turn over and dream of how it's supposed to be:
A chocolate crepe, a cold pear, grungy hair, the hike up the mountain pretending you will get cell phone reception if you get to the top. Listen to the drums, watch the fire dancers and feel it. The faire, something that cannot be found no matter where else you go. A perfect world? probably not. But its good enough for me.
Beep Beep Beep!

All I do is Fight

If only I could stop arguing, bitching, moaning, fighting, and being generally angry life would be better. I blame school. I feel like things are spiraling out of control, what can you do when things seem to fly away? I'll deal with it.

My Best Friend

No-one however much they try, can ever replace my best friend. Although I may never see or talk to her again, that one person who gets you without question. Maybe you only get the chance to meet your soulmate once. But lets face the truth that person, they aren't them anymore, and you are not you anymore. holding on to the past, remember times where everything fit together beautifully. If only I was once again me, and she was once again her. Maybe, its not possible again but I can't help but to dream of a time where I laughed so much it hurt, and hope that its not gone forever.
I love[d] you Iya.

Accept without question

Rules are not right.
Rules, Codes, Law, Administrations, statutes are not Right.
They are a method of control
They are not moral, good, successful.
Although occasionally they accomplish a positive goal we can all agree on, mostly they are used as a control mechanism.
We must accept without question that Criminals are not necessarily bad.

extremists?

Why?
I find some woman to be particularly disturbing they cannot run fast enough to give away the rights earned merely 90 years ago. I simply want to know why after years of suffering to get these rights instated would anyone work to eliminate them? especially those the laws are instituted to serve?
You don't like abortions, don't get one
you don't want to work, don't
you don't want an education, don't go to school
you don't want to participate in the political system, don't vote
I, however, would like the freedom to do all of those things. Just because the freedoms we maintain don't exactly fit you as an individual and those thing you abstain from are not illegal does not mean you should fight for the law to reduce our freedoms to have different beliefs and take advantage of different freedoms. Our laws need as much latitude as possible to provide as much individual liberty without infringing on others' rights. I didn't get the legal ability to wear pants in order to wear skirts all the time. Additionally, my ability to work or get an education or vote does not in any way effect your ability to choose not to. While your push to remove my abilities so the law fits into your belief system does effect my ability to choose. We as a nation need to get over the idea that the legal system will reflect each of our own personal beliefs and realize we require as much legal flexibility as possible in order to achieve personal liberty.
On a side note if you play robo-rally don't use the board with the conveyor belts leading to the pit of doom with the intersecting lasers. BIG MISTAKE (you will die).

read this and wanted to share

Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed. This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children. This is not a way of life at all in any true sense. Under the clouds of war, it is humanity hanging on a cross of iron.
- Dwight D. Eisenhower

Why can't I just tell them to go fuck themselves?

This is the question I ask myself on occasion.
Despite individuals frequently deserving this treatment most of the time it isn't done. The interest weighing against it is to strongly ingrained in my psyche. Considerations like burning bridges, proprieties, balance of power, shock. When objectively considering a situation I usually say I don't think I'd deal with that very well. I'd probably tell them to go fuck themselves, which is why I consider myself mildly volatile. The truth however is I underestimate my control. Most likely I will wish that I would have told them to go fuck themselves when I had the chance. I guess I'm a little bit of a real life internet tough guy. Mostly becuase I weigh my self control way to low, and my ability to react quickly far to high, in addition when examining a situation objectively I don't take into account the affect of that action on the relationship I have with people, most of the time I don't want to damage a relationship with anyone beyond repair, only in the most extreme situations and I can count them on one hand will it get to that. It usually takes such an overt and absurd aggressive stance on their part that no matter what my reaction is the relationship cannot be salvaged at all. This is probably a good thing however, why can't I just tell them to go fuck themselves? Especially if they fucking deserve it?

life is a series of french fries

Due to confusion over my last post I would like to extend the following clarifying points.
Pouting: where someone sticks out their lower lip and whines and bitches.
Poutine: where someone takes a pile of french fries tops them with cheese curd and pours gravy on top.
Frisking: when someone runs around in a park, acts silly, and has fun.
fisktin: when someones takes a pile of french fries tops them with mozzarella cheese, and fish sauce with salmon and herring chunks.

Pouting!

(I think its supposed to be gravy covered french fries but in this case is me being discouraged)
I applied to be a TA last spring the person told me to talk to them in the fall which I did, then I just saw a posting about the position today on the board... I think that means they are not hiring me and I've been wasting my time. It just annoys the shit out of me, I could have at least got an email back first saying that I wasn't what they were looking for. Nor I suppose does it matter that I actually got my shit into them on time...
Poor me...
the poor pathetic law school student...
who is incredibly lucky in life...
Its just a little discouraging, being rejected on a regular basis. Kind of like applying for jobs, which is also a waste of time.

If only someone could tell me...

Reality comes and goes. When its gone it is replaced by something similar and impossible to distinguish until its back. Our minds have the ability to comprehend and accept the most ridicules scenarios. We realize its not possible for individuals to suddenly become someone else only when the reality that we weren't in replaces the one we were. If we didn't fear insanity to much we would easily be able to adapt to any change in atmosphere. Although stuck in our ways by the necessity of nature and the urge to survive, our subconscious proves to us in alternate reality our will to survive also necessitates the ability to adapt quickly to new realities. Now If only someone could tell me, why are the walls are moving?

half a day of scents

popcorn, macaroni and cheese, 3 day old burnt coffee, rotting garbage, stale piss, arsenic and licorice, cinnamon baked apple, paprika, fresh paint, waldorf salad, garlic, sweat, pesto, old greens, ranch, overheated rubber, bbq smoke, and stale donuts.

Beads

I went to class today, I arrived 10 minutes early but class didn't begin for what felt like 3 hours. I found at my designated seat 1 raisin, 1 trident gum wrapper (with spearmint gum in it) and 1 candy wrapper. I moved them all next to the outlet in a little row. on the way home I found a purple flower smushed into the sidewalk and remembered my grandmothers old flower press, it would have made a beautiful specimen. Tentacles of miniature pink roses extended to the side walk from a small garden, I think they were attacking the ivy. I remember the sweat stains from soccer on the middle of their chests above their stomachs were little salty hearts after long enough they faded into misshapen splotches or were ruined by the rain. I keep hearing about Hunter S. Every time anyone writes anything interesting they compare it to Hunter S. I saw a book at the library by Warren Ellis on Friday. I almost got it but on the back it said Hunter S. I am still thinking about reading it. Although, he mostly reminds me of another Warren.

An old soccer injury

I was thinking earlier about everything we miss when someone dies, years of wonderful stories, It makes we feel like I should take down everything interesting that happens in my life. It was my Junior year of Highschool and I was playing varsity soccer. I loved it, I practiced non-stop, I showed up early for practice to practice dribbling and passing with my left foot. I played defense, I was a wall. Years before that however Joe D and I had a run in; it was an accident. I pulled three muscles in my right thigh. It never completely healed. This was the day however, that my friends were coming to watch me. We played a good game, we won. All my friend remember though is when I went to take a goal kick, and did, the ball went pretty far, but I feel on my ass because my leg the one I hurt suddenly decided it didn't want to support me anymore. When we left the field they were all laughing and teasing me I was annoyed the only thing they remember tsk. It was a good game. Honestly though, I'm not sure I can remember anything else either.

Even a code

I smell oranges, it reminds me of engine grease. The idiosyncrasies of smell. Someday I will discover its power unlocking the ability to smell donuts anytime I want. there is something delicious about warm sugar. I think about writing in codes. Codes of cookies and fish, long strung metaphors so confusing nobody really knows what I'm talking about except me. The only problem is code is already code for something else. Maybe I'm in past the safety line already.

Not overlooked, ignored.

As I lay in bed trying to pry my eyes shut, I go to the distinct conclusion that a person should not over any circumstances consume 5 cups of suntea before floortime, as a saying goes, news travels slowly, Its not DECAF! Which is becuase now instead of being asleep I am uncontimplating the merits of dipping hot caramelled apples into an ice-bath to see if that would keep the caramel from leaking into a pool at the base of the apple like it doesn't at the stores. Here I am tired, exhausted almost, not sleepy fuck caffiene to bad about my eyeballs coming open, I thought I might finally give it. I didn't so much as overlook the caffeine as ignored it, I followed my opportunity to go to sleep about 4 hours ago, previous time I'm not running stairs, I'm coming to sleep.

Traffic

What is it about traffic that makes a otherwise normal person want to tear of peoples heads and drop skittles down their throats? Or maybe make person-alized pez dispensers. I find myself in my time off playing a million games of minesweeper(which I never win), not packing nearly enough stuff, and stealing boxes from QFC. I has been two weeks since school ended some of the best weeks of my life, good friends, good drinks, lots of family time, me time, sunshine. Now its time to get a job and see if I can save for the trip to Hawaii. Cross your fingers every one, the flag dropped, life begins again.

Gravity

I find myself unaccountably annoyed by the affects of gravity. Not gravity as in the gravity of the situation but the way everything just won't stay where I put it. I always find that cords and things end up lower then where I want them to be. I assume I have gravity to blame for this.

Excerpt from Torts 2

...were a superseding cause. Held: Affirmed.
machine used to use two buttons and was jury-rigged (heh heh heh) to use only one. It was meant to be used by only one person but was used by two. So the safety precaution of having to move to the side of the machine was a waste...

Excerpt from Torts

liability or congress can do things and the court can read into it some change of liability.

Hungry...

federal pre-emption of state tort law.

Excerpt From Contracts Notes 2

1.- reasonable expectation standard – if the meaning of the contract is put in contention relying on the four corners is ridicules because if we look at it

(I was very sleepy today and I am not making much sense of this. So disregard if you think this is wrong)

including extrinsic evidence should provide evidence of subjective intent. Not by a reasonable person but by the parties in question.

Legal Writing Haiku

Stress, write, read, party
suguary finish, finals.
Finally, now what?

Competative Lawschool Highlighting.

Pink - Elements to be integrated into arguments
Cyan - Cases good for us
Orange - Important case points
Lime - Cases good for them
Yellow - Re-review this portion
Tangarine - Our first argument
Lemon - Their first argument
Sage - Their second argument
Turquise - Their third argument

Why do they call it dreams

I slipped past the darkness that regularly inhabits the space behind your eyelids, into a room with no pancakes. I couldn't make any pancakes either, so I had to suffice with Gyoza from a non-stick pan. The heat was turned on high, I tried to tell them it was leaching into our food but I forgot the way it is to communicate such things. It smelled like Armani, I only know this becuase later there were perfume samples. Now all I can think about is Armani Pancakes, and wonder why I smell different.

Running through the dessert.

I spend a night in the desert once, only the sun never sent, it never got cool. I was there on a quest for something, but after you have traveled through the sun, you don't remember such trivial facts as why you are there at all. I, or someone like me, was traveling with 2 other people, whom I knew very well, but whom I don't know who are. We were holding a small tent over our heads as we walked to protect us from the heat. We got what we were looking for but someone came, we knew them but didn't know why or from where, she hit us with a bus told made a dramatic speech, of which I don't remember even one word, and flew off into the sunset with her bus. I remember making it across the desert or more specifically I remember being at my destination with no idea how I made it from there, across the ocean or two or why someone hit me with a flying bus, or what I was in the desert for.



(ya that's right I said dessert, it sounded more delicious than desert)

Law School is Destroying my Psyche

So say you sit down and read a nice new book, the characters just moved into a nice new neighborhood, far from the main road, when suddenly there is a snap from the bushes, they turn to see their new neighbors emerging from the bushes with some a bucket of fish from the nearby lake. You know law school is destroying your life when you immediately think, wait is that an express easement, a prescriptive easement, was there some kind of covenant, or a profit. Are you getting a warranty deed? Doomed, I'm completely doomed.

Excerpt From Contracts Notes

where it would be easy to dispense a reasonable person standard.

when you are toasted you come upon brilliant ideas. Besides seeing blinking eyelashes you realize things like that. The fact that people go through life at different speeds. Some people take their life slowly savoring ever moment, Other obtain a broader range of experiences by doing this more quickly. We are all forced to slow down as we get older but it is essentially up to...

How many threats are necessary and what threats are necessary to equal duress?

it's best to write when you know better

It's best to write when you know you are too drunk/tired to form coherent sentences.

I found mercy

I read something that probably shouldn't have meant anything to me at all, but it stuck in my mind... It was a list of last meal requests, it made me sad, empathetic, how can you hate the murderer that asked for a bag of Jolly Ranchers, or some hot tea and 6 cookies? How could their lives turn out so fucked up?

Italics?

There is much debate in the world of citation whether or not to italicize the period. No really, there is actually a debate on the difference between "." and ".". And just in case you couldn't tell... the second one is italic.

Undue influence

I can tell you were it starts
and I can tell you where it ends
but I'm afraid I'm not sure where the middle is, or how it comes about... you see it all starts when you agree to go to a party, you are dancing, there's a DJ or a couple of them, you are moving smiling, you love to dance, and then you meet him, maybe by the bar, or the fire dancers, or on the dance floor, maybe he's a wallflower but you ask for his number. You exchange them. You both think the other person is cute. you dance, you eat, you kiss.
Three years later, you are listening to electronica and have no idea where it came from, well that's not entirely true, you know exactly where it came from you just don't know why. That is how all of them influence you, leaving imprints in your mind although no physical traces, they are all there. Now, Maybe, you like ice cubes in your milk. Now, maybe, you listen to electronica when you do your homework but now, you are unable to separate them and you.

Valentines Day

Starts with a chocolate donut, it's 2 p.m. somebody went through my quilt book and drew a giant blue cock on my teddy bear. We circle around and play poker sharing stories of past valentines and IHOPs. It morphs into sex stories, all the guys suck, "there was this chick... and we banged". We, the girls, had better ones, sexy librarians and models. The blue and whites show up, they say we got a noise complaint, there were three all flanking my door. They tell me I'm not being too loud and leave, but they come back in my dreams the next morning. There is skittled vodka or vodka-ed skittles and skittles all over my floor. in the corner there is a pile of dirt and doritos, I guess the means it is an awesome party. we drink all of the booze and set the wallpaper to an old lady getting her purse stolen by a spaceship. flattened skittle discs on my floor and pieces of risk create chaos. we started with munchkin now why do we all have three cups?

I was once inspired by Eddie Izzard

"I’m a creativist, I want money so I can create things. The capitalists want to create things just to make money." (slightly edited)

Secret Cookies

The secret to cookies, let me share with you.. take them out before they are done. that's right, the shiny, gooey, warm delicious type cookies that are soft and moist. You have to take them out about 1-2 minutes before you think you should. I recommend baking them at 375 (and heat up your oven first) for about 7-8 minutes. they should be slightly brown on the bottom, and mostly done around the edges with a patch in the center top that looks not quiet done, they will bake more when you remove them, let them rest for a couple of minutes and Tada! the best cookies ever.. Also if you are going to add nuts make sure you toast them first, then cut them(if they are pre-cut you should still roast them unless they are pre-roasted), then put them in the cookies, then bake the cookies.