"These Boots Were Made for Walking" is a passive statement. If Nancy Sinatra had paid attention during 8th grade English, perhaps she would have written "Someone Made These Boots for Walking" or "I Bought These Boots with the Express Intent of Walking In Them (Perhaps All Over You)" or "These Boots Do What I Tell Them (And At the Apex of this Song, I Will Tell Them to Walk On You and then the Trumpets Will Musically Depict This Act)"

Jokes about the movies on the Lifetime Network are always in good taste.

Quotes of the Day:

Jace: Well, you can take solace in taxes.

Kate: Girls are F**king Insane. (context: the middle of Feminist Legal Theory) (a mitigating factor: we were washing off grapes away from the class) (second mitigating factor: it was about me, not anyone else, really)

Anonymous Professor's Last Day of Class Wisdom: Lawyers... are jerks and you'll just want to strangle them. (i think the hilarity was really in the delivery)

Thick Walls, But Thin Doors

Guy Across Hall is having a very heated argument with someone in which he repeatedly uses a word that cannot be mentioned on a family blog such as my own* but rhymes with "luck." Keep in mind I have the weather channel on for white noise and I'm probably about 20 feet from the nearest part of his apartment. Piece of advice, Guy: move away from the door with your private conversations.


*I find that all stories of Guy Across Hall are not suitable for public consumption on a family blog. In fact, the only time I have encountered Guy Across Hall and he would not be violating a public ordinance were he outside (which he sometimes is) is the time when I went over and knocked on his door to ask him if he had heard the person walking around on the roof on election night. He had not, which then led to the calling of the police and the amusing little "I'm a diabetic, not a heroin addict I Swear" story as well as the "5 police people watch as I can't open my fire escape door despite comically pulling on it with both hands while having a foot braced against the door frame" story. And Bush had just won Ohio. That was a bad night.

Ok- the new Hyundai commercial - is that a Tainted Love ripoff I hear? A bad Tainted Love ripoff? respond!!!

(btw look who's back! it's me!)

Best quote of the Holiday (Thanksgiving for my Canadian readers)

My parents and I discuss the Scooter Libby thing and I decide that this time I'm gonna focus my blame lazer on Robert Novak because IMO he's not getting enough flak for being a jackass. Mom counters with the sins of the administration.

Mom (heatedly): Julia, you know Robert Novak is a tool.

Me: (giggles, overcome by the word "tool" coming out of my mother's mouth. I know that she meant it to convey "instrument of the corrupt and childish adminstration" but c'mon, guys- you would laugh, rt? And it's not like my mom knows what tool means)

Mom: Yeah, haha, I know what that word means. Your brother explained it to me.

Me: (busted. and shamefaced.)



ETA: the guy in front of me is listening to The Darkness on his earphones. I can't think of what is scarier: the fact that he's listening to music on his earphones so loud that people sitting 5 feet away can hear it or the fact that i can recognize the Darkness with only 5 bars of faint squeaky music.

what's everyone taking next semester?

I'm signed up for:

Health Care Regulation
Employment
Law of the EU
Insurance
Estate & Gift Tax
Legislation

And maybe VA procedure, tho I'd rather chew on tinfoil (i have a mouth full o' metal, for those of you who don't know). I know that's like 40 credits, but I'll only take 12 or 13 because I'm lazy and that's all I need to take.

my favorite away message of the last month has been:

"should i use my powers for good or for awesome?"

Mostly for the use of awesome- I love awesome. But I think it would benefit from a few returns between good and for, but that's my personal style.

hurray for tison! making me laugh aloud to myself at odd moments for the last 3 weeks :)

i love you too, katie :P

I love it when Manolo talks about Galiano. He's like a little pirate... of love.

Before Crim Pro

Chase and I are sitting next to each other in class.

Me: What do my hands smell like?
Chase: [smells] They smell like my hands used to smell after gym class
Me: Ewwww.
Chase: What? They smell like resin... and sweat. No, they smell like rough leather and feet!!!
Me: [completely grossed out now, want to run to bathroom and scrub til the skin flakes off my hands]
Chase: [laughs maniacally]


these are the times we'll all remember.

Gym thoughts.

It's difficult to go to the gym in the early morning because that's when all the little anorexic girls go, and I just want to grab them all by their skinny little wrists and drags them to a therapist who happens to have a milkshake machine in her office.

If i can see ribs through your sports bra/shirt, you need help, sweetie. My eyesight isn't even that good.


They really need to clean the machines more often. When the whole gym smells slightly sour, you know that someone needs to be better acquainted with bleach (el dios blanco).



Also, why is the music so bad these days? And what does the new Kelly Clarkson song mean? I refuse to listen to the whole thing (is whining the new singing?), but I can't tell if she's mad at or happy with the addressed person in the song before i run screaming back to the loving arms of Senor Pod ("There, there, miho, you want some David Bowie?")




I found a rude site that makes me laugh: want me to post it even though it may offend you?

Taint

I think everyone's known someone who's nickname should be Taint.

Y'know, someone who always has a thin layer of stinky drunk sweat on him who just looks dewey in a dirty way all the time. And when everyone's sitting around talking at a party, and the conversation gets into those things that everyone thinks but never says out loud because it's just not really done, Taint will just come out with the most disgusting socially taboo comment and then say "what?" when the group falls silent and move their body parts away from the body parts of others.

Think Kevin Federline.