Fun or Frightening?

You decide.

Vote for Me

There is really no point in posing questions to these two if they are just going to resume the same tired monologue. They are not presidential candidates but just two boys fighting it out in the school yard. Do I really want a person like that as president? I'm pretty sure I don't. That's why you should vote for me. (as you have seen my slogan in another post)

"Vote for me. I'm not full of shit."

Work Shmurk

I am tired.


I spend the day at work researching consolidation of student loans, filling out forms for income contingent consolidated loans, and figuring out what the requirements are for disability discharge.. of student loans. And no... it wasn't for my loans. For a client's. It would have been interesting ... except that it was all drawn out by a meeting with the client and the advocate who is actually handling the case.

So I'm tired. And now I am watching the one show that makes me feel relaxed: the Nanny.

(also does anyone know what song is in the Smallville commercial? it is so catchy i want to eat it. or at least listen to it on repeat... did you know that i listen to songs on repeat sometimes for days. it is true.)

Scary Drudge Kittens

I don't know if people who read this read the Drudge Report ... I know I read it a few times a day just because it is nice to have my articles all sorted out there for me. LOL. Lazy.

The kittens part of this entry is that I just read an article about cloning kittens which was linked by Drudge. Click Here For The Article! People can actually clone their dead pet! What's next??? Why don't we just clone each other so we never have to miss someone who dies or leaves... or even a clone in case your spouse travels a lot for work. Or a clone of yourself to send to work. If you make enough money you could just get a clone to work for you. That's the way to go.

OH HELP CLONING IS SCARY. LIKE HALLOWEEN SCARY BUT WORSE. I wish I still found Halloween scary. I can't even make it scary for myself by watching a horror movie because I am so scared of horror movies and I freak the living crap out. I can't be alone for days -- honestly weeks.

Speaking of scary, I love when there are scary toys for kids -- like the one I had posted from IKEA. Now Playskool is rivaling IKEA for "SCARIEST TOY OF THE YEAR." Here is BooBah! (see picture below.)

Bachelor Divided Fields? (combination of topics for fun)

I hate to admit it but I watch the Bachelor. I thought I wouldn't like it since ABC began with that awful gimmick of having 2 bachelors... but one was quickly removed and it became status quo = many beautiful women + one man. I am fascinated by it because it is like watching ants in ... an ant farm... I guess that is the appeal of reality shows. But what makes this more strange to me is that they are not striving for reality... they are trying to live a fairy tale. And I love it. I am a sucker for romance. I really am. So that's my justification as if I needed one.

[Insert here my narrow, unpopular view of 2004 issues. The gist of it is that it is all semantics and everyone is saying the same thing. That's why you should just vote for me. I'm not full of shit.]

By the way, I have never mentioned that my favorite band has been and continues to be the Magnetic Fields. Did anyone know that? Maybe I will quote them from time to time.

A New Look

How do you like the new look of my page? I thought I would spruce it
up a bit. I was really getting tired of the header and couldn't figure
out how to change it... but I figured it out!

Today I went food shopping (in addition to classes). Meghan took me she
is so nice. (I wonder if other future lawyers read this page and are
appalled at my grammar... not realizing that this is the time I can be
free from rules! I know I use run-on sentences. And fragments.)
Okay, anyway, Meghan and I went to Pathmark and I bought a TON of food!
Yippee. It was a nice relaxing time spent with one of my favorite
people. I couldn't be more lucky to have her. And I got some treats
for Ryan. He is going to be so happy.

I have a good solid study weekend ahead of me which I really need
because I have been neglecting my studies (shame on me!) and I will be
missing classes to interview (because I got yet another interview!!!).

I have been thinking about wearing broaches. They are lovely aren't
they? Then I found this nice spread of animal pins.

Snooping Is Fun and Now You Can Do It Too (in the safety of your own home) (legally)

Do you try to peek into people's windows at night to see how other people live or what they are watching on tv? Do you love to sit at the airport just so you can see people going by? In a restaurant, are you riveted by the neighboring table's boring conversation? Then you, my friend, are in luck! Here is an article that shows you how to combine two of my loves: google and snooping. When you search (on Google Image) the typical codes automatically assigned to digital camera photos you can uncover people's photos. I love it because you can see weddings, new babies, proms... all the things I don't see in law school. Or in my apartment in Newark. These are other people's happy moments. Why not share in them?

Not Jokes

(Note that I segue way into new topics with the ease and lightheartedness of a comedienne even though the topics are not funny and not jokes.)

So I wrote this whole entry about how Flickr sucks my butt b/c they were down last night but how cool it is that I can just send them an email instead of entering all this old-school-style and then I decided to do just that. I really didn't feel like using flickr because I hate the format it has to be in. Besides ... they put all those carrots in my entry (see below). (Btw, it is probably my fault... but I like to blame them).



So there is some commercial where a woman asks her husband if there is magique where they are going.... and he envisions all these crazy clowns / performers drawing on him and stuff... and I don't know what magique is... so I tried to look it up (on google of course)... and I didn't really find the answer (mostly because I can't remember French from High School) but what I did find is that if you look up "magique" under images in google you will find interesting delights. Oh google, you never cease to please me.

Being Good

>
> I am having a lovely evening by myself. I did a little reading.
> Fixed my eyebrows a little. And watched a Lifetime movie about an
> Amish girl who was pregnant and her baby was dead. I am going to bed
> after Seinfeld. I had some DREAMS last night. One of them was the
> age-old "oh my god I have a final and I don't know anything" dream.
> At least it will be motivation for me.
>
> Isn't this beautiful? This is me with a wand and crown. Being good.
> --

Complimentary Starbuck

Ryan and I got a free sample packet of Starbucks coffee when we were treating ourselves to fancy lattes last week. I brewed it this morning and it is delicious. Although I think it is making me dizzy.

Apple Picking

We did it --- went apple picking! Even though my toe is busted.

Ryan is checking out the apples.


I am reaching for one.

Yummy apples, I will put you in a pie.

Much Worse

Is this the storm before the calm? Hehe. I hope that this bruising means that the toe is getting better but somehow I don't think so.

I bet you don't like looking at pictures of my feet. It is just another reason to hope my toe gets better.

Here is the hunk of ice I was putting on my toe at work:

Isn't it pretty?

Broken Toe?

I think I broke my toe in that spill. OUCH. It hurts. In "real life" it looks purple but my wonderful camera-phone is not that accurate. Alas.

King Klutz

I dress up as the "New Me" today. Very pretty with new shoes and blazer. I bought a big coffee to propel me through the busy day. I walked into class - really glamorous -- and then TRIPPED (over nothing), fell towards the wall in front of me but my hands were full with bags and the coffee. The coffee hit first. Popped open and shot up like a fire cracker. I hit the wall second and slid down the coffee waterfall onto the ground twisting my foot in my fancy new shoes. And then I just sat there. And then I reached for my phone. Figured since I was sitting (in a tremendous puddle) I would make a call. Then I stood up and everyone was horrified -- cleaning me -- convincing me that it wasn't terrible -- and then that's when I cried. I just started crying and people I knew were coming in and I tried to explain what happened through my sobs. And I wreaked of stale french vanilla. Then I walked home like that. As if I peed myself.

Have you ever had a migraine?

Oh why does my head hurt all the time? My brain is overloaded. No
wonder I cut it off in my dream. I hope apple-picking this weekend
will rid me of my stress. Oh lovely apples -- delicious and sweet.
And fresh air. That should do the trick.

to give the artist credit