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April 30, 2003
it could be worse. i could be watching "angel."
I can't stop watching Manor House on PBS. I'm especially obsessed with the British Indian Flaming Gay Tutor. I mean, is he really gay, or is this some sort of affected British thing that I don't know about? He's certainly annoying, and I can understand why the servants hate him. Then again, the butler is a little uptight with this "servants knowing their place" crap. That guy missed his time by about 100 years.
(Note: I'm not homophobic, he's just annoying. Some of my best friends are gay! Including my girlfriend. Har har har.)
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April 28, 2003
apple a day
Apple announced it's new pay-per-song music service, new iPods, and new iTunes 4.0 today. I and every other crazy Mac owner out there of course spent way too much time analyzing every little detail of the new offerings. I think the new iPod buttons are kind of ugly, but the smaller case is nice. They also came out with new firmware for the older iPods. For some reason, however, this firmware does not include the Solitaire game that the new iPods have. Hmmph.
Anyway, like usual, Mac users who are MORE CRAZY THAN ME posted ridiculous articles, like this one this one
"Apple revolutionizes music industry"?? Ah, hyperbole and Mac psychos. God bless 'em.
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barbri can suck my big, fat nonexistent dick
yup. that's my cheery message to you for today.
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April 27, 2003
"____ i've been arrested last night please press 0"
At 10am I picked up my ringing phone and that's what I heard. Thankfully, I'd already been awoken by "Pimp Juice" (yes, again), so I was clear eyed and bushy tailed (or whatever), and thus I was able to fully appreciate the beauty of the phone call.
Poor sucker. I hope that wasn't his only phone call, because he had the wrong number. I suppose I could have pressed 0 and TOLD him he had the wrong number, but, really, I'm on a student budget here, and paying for collect calls from god knows where is not something I can afford. I hope he finds some quarters and calls again so I can ask him what he did, who ____ is, and why he doesn't have his/her correct phone number.
Monday, April 28th: UPDATE: He called back and left a long and involved message on my answering machine (my answering machine is a computerized voice, so it didn't give him any hints about having the wrong number) about how I, ____, had to call him with the itinerary and the cost of the plane tickets. Apparently, he's out of jail. And he's going to skip bail and fly somewhere.
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April 26, 2003
the bad, the good, and the Naomi Campbell
Ah, it's Saturday. A day to sleep in. A day to recover from last night's drinking and poker playing. A day to read, or watch some weird Ruby Ridge movie on Lifetime, in peace.
It is NOT a day to be awoken at 9am by "Pimp Juice," the new Nelly song, blasting so loud it shakes your mattress (and, really, I usually enjoy mattress shaking, just not in this context).
Fucker. Three and a half more weeks and I'm out of here.
In good news, C. just called and my Barbri bill and ID FINALLY CAME. Hallelujah praise the lord, they recognize me in their computer system. Unforunately, it also included a $2000 bill, because they refuse to bill my firm, for some unknown, and, quite frankly, counter-productive reason, seeing as if they'd just bill the firm they'd get their fucking money in a day. But, whatever. I have an ID. I'll fax the bill to the law firm on Monday morning and let them do it. All is right wtih the world.
And now, the Naomi Campbell:
Naomi Campbell has inside info on where Osama is.
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April 24, 2003
assumption of risk
college women sues over nude photos on internet
i'm not quite sure what to say about this. the guy who runs the site says that she's lying, and while i don't usually believe those who run porn sites, i'm on his side. either that, or she's just really, really dumb.
really dumb.
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April 23, 2003
williamsburg
Williamsburg is a city in Virginia. It is also a neighborhood in Brooklyn full of annoying hipsters. It is also my new, and old, home. I lived there this summer with my girlfriend. In the fall I moved back to Chicago to finish up law school. Soon I'll be moving back in with my girlfriend, back to Williamsburg, the 'burg, billy's burg, the WB, hipster haven. Oh boy. We're talking about a place where you can walk down the street at 2pm on Tuesday and feel like it's Saturday, BECAUSE EVERYONE IS AT HOME. Why? THEY DON'T HAVE JOBS. They're artists (often of the performance variety), musicians, gurus, actors--some of them moonlight as waitstaff, a lot of them don't because they are funded by their parents. These are people who rip their clothing on purpose. They match orange and pink. Fluorescent pink. They drink Pabst because it's retro, not because it's cheap. They're ironic about irony. I'll stop.
It's not all bad. Sure, it's annoying, but a lot of times it's funny. There's never a dull moment. The pretension is so obscenely overstated that it's easy to deal with--you just roll your eyes and laugh internally. My girlfriend is there. The L-trains are mostly new, and thus mostly clean, and zip you right across the East River in mere minutes. Good bands play in the neighborhood. People-watching the tourists and the locals is better than anything you'll ever see in Times Square, especially on the weekends. Good kielbasa is in abundance--along with hipsters, Williamsburg is home to a lot of Polish immigrants. There's the old Polish guy who works/owns the laundromat on Bedford and 8th that shrieks at you in polish if you put your dollar bill in the change machine the wrong way. Shit, what's NOT to love about that?
So, beginning in the next couple of weeks, you can expect a lot of comments about hipsters, as I become readjusted to living in their native habitat. Know that it's all in good fun. Know that I'm not cool enough to be a hipster. Know that I'm okay with that.
I'll leave you with this: the Great Blizzard of 2003, shot on Bedford.
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this is why i listen to NPR. they aren't owned by Clear Channel. yet.
The press and freedom: some disturbing trends
Excellent, excellent article.
I feel that this is also newsworthy.
ps--Barbri NY is incompetent. I won't get into the details, just trust me on this one.
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April 22, 2003
saintly
In honor of my mother's stellar progress in her converting-to-catholicism classes, I present you with a closeup of St. Francis of Assisi, taken from a statue in my mom's house a few weeks ago.
Creepy, huh?
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wild animals have been known to chew off a limb to free themselves from situations like this one
I've figured out why I go to my legal professions (ethics class, basically--the ABA wants us to be ethical lawyers!) class: face time. All I'm doing is putting in face time. It's at 8 in the morning, twice a week. I go once a week. Sometimes I'm late. I don't pay attention; I read for other classes or play video games. Hell, I don't even read for the class. It's so awful, I can't begin to describe it. We need it to graduate, but no one cares about it. The professor cares about it, but he's some ancient partner from a local law firm with too much time on his hands (I picture this: managing partners meeting last year. Old white guys. "What are we going to do about Partner A? He refuses to retire. All he does is toddle around, call the secretaries "girls" and harass junior associates who have real work to do." "Hey, I know! Let's send him to a top ten law school to teach a legal ethics class two days a week!"). The class is truly painful. And slow. Agonizingly slow, in fact. Everything from the subject matter to his rate of speech is sloooooow. And he smacks his lips like my 85 year old great uncle (I believe they're contemporaries, although this guy could be younger, as shit this boring just MUST make you look older than you are. Hell, I can feel my aging process speeding up as I sit here.)
Compared to this, my Calc II class in college was like going to a fucking amusement park three days a week.
So anyway, I go because I'm afraid he'll notice I'm not there if I don't go, and if that happens he won't let me take the exam and I won't graduate. What's possibly worse than not grduating is that I'd have to take the class again.
But, I'm risk averse. I'd say a good half of the class showed up the first day and has not attended since. He can't fail us all, can he? He wouldn't, would he?
Then again, this is a man who seems to get off on the Model Rules of Professional Responsibility. I wouldn't put anything past him.
Oh wait. I might not have to go again. I think he just had a stroke--he just stopped mid-sentence for 10 seconds. Whole room held it's breath, waiting for him to start again. You could tell no one would be surprised if he fell over, though.
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April 21, 2003
weekenders.
C. and D. (whose name also starts with a "C", but in the interest of clarity, we'll just call him "D") came to visit for the weekend. We drank. We ate hot dogs. We saw many, many, MANY Frank Lloyd Wright houses. D. rode a mechanical bull and turned his tongue black with too much pepto bismol (sp). C. cleaned out my refrigerator. I developed an unhealthy obsession with Arctic Thunder at the arcade.
It was excellent.
In other news...
Guardian Unlimited | The Guardian | Gary Younge: Bush needs his next fix
Younge writes of Bush that "his folksy ways make Europeans think he's stupid and many Americans think he's down-to-earth." Although he qualifies the statement with "many Americans" I would like to make it very, very clear that I'm on the European side of the issue. In any event, it's a good read.
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April 18, 2003
hmm.
you must do this with the volume on
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April 17, 2003
neko case
If you can't appreciate "Tightly" off of Neko Case's "Blacklisted" album, you're missing some very important genetic code.
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exactly.
What I said, only written with better grammar and syntax by a real journalist...
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culture loot
Salon.com News | The end of civilization
The Iraqi National Museum is ransacked. The Pentagon was warned this would happen and did nothing. For those of you who missed the week in 8th grade world history detailing where and when civilation began, here's a recap: it began in Iraq, in the river valley between the Tigris and Euphrates. The first writing, the first irrigated farming, the first complex social structure because of the first agricultural surpluses. And they have (or had) hundreds of thousands of artifacts documenthing this. And the U.S. Government knew this would happen, knew that looters would destroy what they didn't understand and that art dealers would steal what was unprotected. And they did nothing.
And you're probably thinking "Yeah, that sucks, but the U.S. military has a lot more to worry about in Iraq." Perhaps. But think about what this lack of action says when it comes from an invading state which has promised to allow the Iraqi people to govern themselves, to preserve their uniquely Iraqi character. A state that doesn't care if the conquered's museums are destroyed is a state that does not care about the culture or the personality of the conquered people, a state whose promises are as empty as these museums.
We protect Iraqi oil fields because we claim that they are a national asset, that the revenue from the oil will help the Iraqi's rebuild (nevermind how we can exploit it.) We did not protect another national asset which also could have helped the nation rebuild, because, let's be frank, the U.S. for all it's talk of a free, self-governing Iraq, doesn't give a fuck about Iraqi self-determination. They want to structure the new Iraq in a way that chills radicalism and protects oil, and if Iraqi culture itself flourishes or flounders is of little concern.
Be very afraid of an invading state that cares about the oil, but doesn't care about the soul, of the people invaded.
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last night i lost my cellphone.
this morning i hit a parked car.
day before last i cried over tv news.
tomorrow you'll make me forget.
in two days you'll be in chicago.
in a month i'll move back to brooklyn.
and it was only last spring it all started.
time flies when you're having fun. i'm lucky you're the one flying with me.
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April 15, 2003
crabby
I'm tired. It's hot. Asshole boy is still playing loud music. I can't get the people at Barbri to do their jobs. ("Oh, we don't have that on record. You have to send in the form." "I sent in the form." "Oh well we don't have it." "ok..." "Send it again." Sigh.) I miss my girlfriend. I'm having a fat day. I'm stressed. I don't like moving. I can't seem to get enough sleep, with or without asshole boy's stereo. My right shin hurts but I can't stop running because then I'll have even more fat days (this is written with a wink). George Bush is an ass. My credit card bills aren't paying themselves. My parents are getting old. I'm hungry. Grrr.
I still have both my arms. Doesn't make me feel any less crabby, though.
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apologies
NBC news finished off tonight's broadcast with the widely reported story of the Iraqi boy who lost his parents, along with both of his arms, in an American bombing a couple weeks ago. The story centered on how the Iraqi hospital was crowded and "unsanitary" and how he was being transported to Kuwait that night for better medical care. Some branch of the US military was doing the airlifting.
Yeah, this was just another human interest story. And yeah, it was supposed to feel sincere and heartfelt and give us all the "oh isn't war horrible when it hurts children" after-taste.
The real problem with it was what wasn't said or implied. The reporter at the end wishes the boy luck. That boy didn't fucking need luck--he needed not to have his neighborhood bombed and his parents killed and his arms blown off in the first place. The spin of the story was "oh isn't this great that he has high spirits and the military is airlifting him and the Kuwaitis are going to take care of him." No mention of "isn't it horrible that this boy had to have his arms blown off and the skin on a third of his body burned just so we could prove that we're the big dog on the block."
And it's just fucking ridiculous. This 12 yearold boy loses his arms. George Bush's approval ratings go up. Young people, both soldiers and civilians, British, American, Iraqi, etc, are killed and maimed. And for what? To get rid of a tyrant who may have tortured this same 12 yearold boy at some point in his life (but then again, maybe not. One thing is certain: the kid never would have lost his arms and his parents to US bombs if the US had never dropped them)? To intimidate the Arab and Muslim world ("terrorists" in White House venacular)? To wreak vengenance on people who probably didn't have anything to do with September 11th, but who share the same language, skin color, and religion with the people who did?
So I guess I say to the boy that I'm sorry. I'm sorry that my country did this unapologetically and arrogantly. I'm sorry we don't believe in diplomacy, or stealth, but in cluster bombing and invasion. And I'm sorry that you will grow up to hate us, but I understand why.
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April 14, 2003
twenty-five's okay
I spent the weekend in Cincinnati, going to Reds games with an ex-turned-friend. The new ballpark is nice, the weather was beautiful (I've got a farmers' tan/burn to prove it), and it was nice to get out of Chicago for a bit.
Some highlights include the interesting park rules
and a particular tribute bricked into the sidewalk in front of the park (note: Pete as in Rose. note 2: he's not allowed in the hall of fame for gambling. note 3: this is silly and they should let him in. he's sorry now, really.)
and this, which needs no introduction
I managed to get lost on the way there AND the way back, too. I also saw some nice Indiana countryside by getting off the main highway (yes, that's how I got lost, but it was well worth it). The hotel was hosting a teenage beauty contest, which you'd think would be at least funny if not hot (if you're a teenage boy or a dirty old man), but it was mostly annoying. A bunch of them were in the gym when I went to go running on the treadmill. None of them actually knew how to use (or, in some cases, even turn on) the equipment, so they must stay so skinny by throwing up instead of working out.
Sometimes I feel old and wish for those glory days of high school. Then I remember how annoying high schoolers are and how much I hated them when I was one. And then I think, "ok then, I wish I was 20" but then I couldn't go into a bar and get a drink without some amount of trouble, so that's out.
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not what jesus would do
Army chaplain offers baptisms, baths
As far as I can tell, Jesus would have just given you the water without making you accept him as lord and savior. I don't know about that John the Baptist, though--he might have made you convert first.
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April 10, 2003
random
i hate to admit this, but i'm really enjoying justin timberlake. i keep trying to stop (negative reinforcement: slapping myself, etc), but i can't.
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Pscience
Guardian Unlimited | Life | The battle for American science
Leave it to the British media to write a coherent piece about why American science is being killed by conservatives (think "creationism" and "there's no global warming, really!").
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April 09, 2003
DMCA: let the abuse begin!
Guy gets 5 months for selling Xbox mod chips
In related news, man who is convicted of beating his wife for the fifth time gets probation.
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April 08, 2003
always mistrust people who work too hard to create bad acronyms
Paying drug addicted women to be sterilized. Seriously. There's a private organization that does this. And now government organizations are referring women there. Great...
Oh, and when I say "pay", I don't mean just for the operation--they give you $200! And $50 if you refer a friend! And no, "Live from New York...it's Saturday Night!" does not follow the end of the article, unfortunately.
There was an article about this organization, CRACK, in the New York Times awhile back, when the signs started showing up in (poor, low income, minority. don't want to sterilize rich drug users, of course.) neighborhoods in Brooklyn or Queens or both, forget exactly the details.
Perhaps next we should start sterilizing people who are members of evil religions (we don't need any more little terrorists--er, muslim children), or people who have had gay children, or children with downs syndrome, or ugly children, or...
The counter-argument is that this is the woman's choice. If you're poor and addicted to crack and offered $200, do you really have a choice in this situation? Especially for women on crack, who don't consider the future beyond how to get the next crack rock.
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April 07, 2003
weed love
AIM Log:
C: honey you grow on me like a weed!
C: i love you so much and you are the best [embarassing nickname] in the whole world
Me: uh, can i grow on you like a flower?
Me: weeds kill
I love my girlfriend. She tries to be sweet and simultaneously reveals that in the deepest recesses of her mind she thinks I'm smothering her with my weed-like qualities.
If this entry is making you nauseous, check this out. You'll wish you'd never left my sappy entry.
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April 06, 2003
paranoia strikes deep, into your domain stats it will creep
Yup, didn't take them long...
(Actually, the link is from the Navy, and is probably from a friend of mine who is, surprise!, in the Navy. But it's still pretty funny. Ha ha. Ok, *I* think it's funny.)
Apparently the British like me too. Must be all the dry humour. Did you catch it? HumoUR? Yeah, that's it.
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homewrecker pt. 2
Toby, circa November, 2002:
Toby, April, 2003:
My mother swears she's not giving him steroids.
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8 mile road in the 313
I'm home visiting my parents for the weekend. I grew up a few blocks away from
8 Mile Road (of Eminem movie fame), in a suburb of Detroit. My particular stretch of 8 Mile has a golf course on it, so it's a little different from the part that presumably plays a prominent part in the movie (I say "presumably" because I've never bothered to see the movie. My Mom takes 8 Mile to work and she saw the film crews, though. She wasn't impressed, just pissed off that they slowed down traffic.) And the trailer park really exists, only it has another name and is on the Warren (suburb), not Detroit side of 8 Mile. I've always loved that trailer park. It's just entirely out of place and trashy. It deserved to have a movie filmed there, definitely.
But, anyway, that's not the point of the entry. Here's it is (brace yourself): every single time I'm in Detroit, driving around between parents' homes, I hear a Spin Doctors song. Is Detroit the LAST PLACE ON EARTH STILL PLAYING THIS CRAP, or do other small cities participate in this bizarre ritual? Detroit also plays a lot of Kid Rock (for obvious reasons--he's a local) and John no-longer-Cougar Mellencamp (we're too close to Indiana, I guess), and, of course, Eminem, but the whole country is playing too much Eminem now. And that all makes sense. But the Spin Doctors ARE NOT FROM DETROIT (thank god--we have enough crap to deal with, what with Ted Nugent. Go on, click on the link. It's worth it.). So, what gives? Do midwestern housewives from mid-sized metropolitan areas just like the Spin Doctors? I though they listened to other crap, namely Celine Dion.
In other news from home, my eighteen yearold cousin just had a baby--or rather, his girlfriend did. This isn't the normal way baby production is done in our family, so this came as a bit of a surprise. He IS my step-cousin, though...hmm. He's such a nice kid, too. Hopefully he'll be a good father. Hopefully.
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April 04, 2003
"luddite" is a good word. "hysterical luddite" is a better phrase.
Heather MacDonald of the Manhattan Institute (they should have named it the Alabama Institute. Manhattan is pretty liberal. Ok, that was a lame joke), thinks that the Government should have all our person info, because they have our best interests at heart!
After rolling on the floor for at least five minutes in spasms of laughter, I was able to recover enough to post a link to a discussion of her comments: Wired News: Do Privacy Fears Allow Terrorism? In short, she likes the TIA*, and she thinks John Ashcroft is "dreamy."
Her views are also discussed at Slashdot, where some of the commentators suggest finding sensitive personal info on HER and posting it on the internet to see how she likes it. A few noted that this wouldn't change her mind one bit, since she says only the Big Benevolent Government should be allowed to get whatever personal info it wants, not individuals. But I give the Slashdot posters a thumbs up for thinking up a nice way to screw over someone who is obviously, well, a moron. She's a lawyer and I'm a law student, and let me tell you, there are a LOT of moron lawyers. Unfortunately, she went to Stanford Law (how the hell do you graduate a conservative out of Stanford Law?), so I can't attack the credentials of her law school like I do with every thinktank lawyer who went to Regent.
* Jesus, I can't believe that I just linked directly to the military's TIA website. Any bets on how long it takes me to get a file with my name on it at the Pentagon? But, I won't worry, because I know that my government is benevolent and a big old fuzzy sweet teddy bear, and would never misuse my information to harm me, only to get evil terrorists. Phew, that's reassuring.
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April 03, 2003
news fix
Shit, if I'd known there was a freeware version, I would have downloaded this earlier: Ranchero Software: NetNewsWire. Download the news and read it offline! Yay!
God I'm a dork.
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April 02, 2003
moody
yes, it's more than just the title of an ESG song.
why am i so crabby lately? i can list of reasons: paper stress, leaving C., not getting enough sleep, asshole nextdoor (he's part of the not sleeping problem), the hippy mooch earlier this week (who, btw, left a message on my voicemail this morning: "hey i had a great idea! since you're in class during the day, can i use your apartment as a home office for the next few days?" ugh. i won't even describe the "dinner" she cooked me monday night to "thank" me for letting her stay. she said she was going grocery shopping, but instead she "didn't have time" so when i got back from class she'd made me quesadillas using stuff from my refridgerator. want to know what was in my refridgerator? TWO MONTH OLD tortillas, 6 week old sour cream, and cheese that i don't remember buying.), stepbrother problems at home, blood brother problems at home, graduating stress, moving soon stress, etc. and then there's always PMS :)
ok, so maybe i do have some good reasons to be crabby and moody and all the rest of it. maybe i just need a good 10 hours of sleep. and some quality time with C (even if it is just on the phone.)
In unrelated, cheerier news: I finally bought a wireless router. Some people eat chocolate. Some people drink. I shop for electronics.
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Long time coming
A white cop in a small town in Texas didn't like the black residents. So, instead of burning crosses on their lawns, he decided to arrest 10% of them (literally--about 400 black people live in the town) on drug charges after some dubious undercover work. It went to trial and, on the strength of his testimony (he was the sole participant in these little undercover opperations), around 46 people were convicted and around half sent to jail.
For the last four years these innocent people have been fighting to get out of jail and nail the bastard who put them there.
They may have finally won:
Texas to Toss Drug Convictions Against 38 People (washingtonpost.com)
The ACLU has a lot of background info on this story.
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where's the "child of divorce scheduler: split time between exes"?
Split-Up.com Child Support Calculators 2002 [DOWNLOAD]
hmmm.
Be sure to check out the divorce version.
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April 01, 2003
WARNING: This entry contains no real content, just whining, threats, and misdirected hate
I managed to finish my last paper of law school by 2pm yesterday. Then I went to my first class of the new quarter. And then my hippy friend arrived. She called the night before out of the blue (while I was writing my paper and not at all in a good mood) and said "guess what! I'll be in Chicago tomorrow? Can I stay with you?" Apparently she was supposed to stay at one of the hippy communes she was working with, but, surprise surprise, that fell through. Hippies aren't very organized and they rely on the kindness (or lack of back bone) of strangers and old friends from college, like myself. So she shows up. And I haven't slept in 36 hours and all I want to do is go to sleep but all she wants to do is talk. And then the asshole fratboy next door starts blasting his stereo (he played that sheryl crow/kid rock song three times in a row, then moved on to that new obnoxious r kelly song). I knocked on his door three times and he never answered, because a) he couldn't hear me knocking over the music or b) he's just an asshole and knew why i was knocking so didn't come to the door on purpose. That was great. I had to take nyquil wear headphones blasting my own music to fall asleep.
Then I get up this morning for my fucking 8:30 am class, when hippy friend announces that she might not go to the commune tonight as planned, she just might stay all week with me and wouldn't that be great?
Jesus Christ.
To top it all off, I'm over my "printing quota" and I now have to pay to print, even though I pay $30,000 a year in tuition. Hmm.
I'm in an "I hate everyone and everything and I just want to go home and sleep ALONE without being seranaded by some asshole's shitty music." Yes, I hate everyone--that includes you, your mother, all your unborn children, your pets, AND your dead grandmother. So there.
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