I'm in Melbourne, Australia. No really, I am. I've spend the day sleeping off jetlag, and trying to make sense of what happened to August 13th. I can't figure it out. Like, at all.
My first order of business in my hotel was to flush the toilet to see what way the water flows. But I was foiled. My hotel has gone all eco-friendly, and so it has a lo-flow toilet that you can either choose lots of water... for you know, twosies, or a little water... for number one. Either way, the water shoots straight down the pipe. CURSE YOU GLOBAL WARMING! It looks like I have to wait a bit more before I check off "flushing the toilet the Australian way" from my to do list.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Completely Worthless.
I started off okay. I had pictures and videos in my blog. Not just words. Lately, I haven't put quite the same moxie into my blog as I started out with. I'll remedy that...
...later.
There are a couple issues to contend with. First, my super awesome brown camera hates my computer and won't upchuck it's contents onto it. That means that I can't pictorially supplement my written wit and wisdom regarding the two weddings I just attended. At least, not in real time. So I won't. Because both my super awesome camera and my blog deserve better.
Second, I'm leaving the country for 3 weeks starting tomorrow. I told you, it's a big year. Again, my (un)trademark(ed) sass and commentary will have to be put on hiatus while I forget that the real world exists for a bit. Sure, the interweb exists "outside the U.S.," so maybe I'll be able to say what's what. What? What.
Be good. I'm leaving the 6th person who reads this terrible blog each day in charge for that day.
...later.
There are a couple issues to contend with. First, my super awesome brown camera hates my computer and won't upchuck it's contents onto it. That means that I can't pictorially supplement my written wit and wisdom regarding the two weddings I just attended. At least, not in real time. So I won't. Because both my super awesome camera and my blog deserve better.
Second, I'm leaving the country for 3 weeks starting tomorrow. I told you, it's a big year. Again, my (un)trademark(ed) sass and commentary will have to be put on hiatus while I forget that the real world exists for a bit. Sure, the interweb exists "outside the U.S.," so maybe I'll be able to say what's what. What? What.
Be good. I'm leaving the 6th person who reads this terrible blog each day in charge for that day.
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Logical.
I'm in Montana for a friend's wedding. At the reception tonight, the urinal was black. I'm actually surprised that isn't more common. Like how darker cars don't get as dirty as lighter cars. Seems like it would apply here.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Why You Should Invest in Mead Every February and July.
Note: I didn't use my new camera for this. Bar review material is not worthy of my fine brown camera.
Welcome to the 21st Century, or the Answer Is Brown.
Yesterday I bought a digital camera. It's my first real digital camera ever. I had a fake one that came with my old Dell several years back. I call it fake because I didn't like it.
Things were going swimmingly at BestBuy. I had my friends' recommendations for a camera in mind, I had a price point set, and I was running on time with my day's schedule of errands. Quick and easy... until the salesperson offered my choice of either blue or brown. Then my mind exploded, and I literally stood there dumbfounded trying to make the decision. I think the salesperson now thinks I'm either "special" or I believe in unicorns which I do.
Things were going swimmingly at BestBuy. I had my friends' recommendations for a camera in mind, I had a price point set, and I was running on time with my day's schedule of errands. Quick and easy... until the salesperson offered my choice of either blue or brown. Then my mind exploded, and I literally stood there dumbfounded trying to make the decision. I think the salesperson now thinks I'm either "special" or I believe in unicorns which I do.
Monday, August 4, 2008
Phase Three.
I chose to name this blog what I did mostly because I'm not creative, but also because I started writing this blog to document a big year for me. We're entering part 3 of the year: where I move to Washington, DC, and actually start work as a lawyer (that's if I pass the bar).
This past weekend I went to DC to find an apartment, and I got one within a day. It was actually the first one that I looked at. I had scoped it out online first, and thought I might like it, so I had scheduled an appointment first thing in the morning. I've done an apartment search in New York, where apartments get snapped up faster than Britney inhaling Doritos, so I was well-prepped.
I liked the place, but I just wasn't sure. I got the leasing agent (who couldn't have been more than 15 years old) to hold the place until 3pm. Normally, you're supposed to put down a deposit of several hundred dollars to keep an offer open for 24 hours or so, but I got him to hold it for a few hours for just the application fee of $50. That turned out to be my saving grace. I noticed as I was walking out the door that the person after me asked the leasing agent whether I had taken the apartment.
So then I looked at a few more places. One had a living room the size of a shoe box with the bedroom the size of Florida. Another faced the back alley where the garbage dumpster was. Both were about the same price as my first place. So yeah. I wanted the first place. But I forgot to mention that that morning, I had actually bumped into a friend of mine who happened to live in that apartment. I couldn't ask her about it in front of the agent though, so I decided to call her later... only I didn't have her phone number. From about 2pm on was a mad dash to call everyone I knew who might know her number, and thankfully, I got it. She gave me the real go ahead, and I took the place.
At 3:01pm, as I'm signing the lease, the dude who had the appointment after me walked in to see if I had accepted the lease. Me: "Sorry, well, not really, but good luck." What else do you say?
So now I'm one step closer to taking over the world. There's one tiny problem: I've been Googling my apartment complex (it's easy - in DC every apartment has an ostentatious and unnecessary name like "The Croydon" or "The Gables"), and there are some heinous reviews of the management company. I mean downright nasty. I wasn't planning on naming my apartment because I don't want you, dear reader, to stalk me and kill me and take my super-awesome DVD collection, but if the internet turns out to be more prophetic than personal recommendations, you can count on me ripping the company a new one. You're on notice, The _____.
This past weekend I went to DC to find an apartment, and I got one within a day. It was actually the first one that I looked at. I had scoped it out online first, and thought I might like it, so I had scheduled an appointment first thing in the morning. I've done an apartment search in New York, where apartments get snapped up faster than Britney inhaling Doritos, so I was well-prepped.
I liked the place, but I just wasn't sure. I got the leasing agent (who couldn't have been more than 15 years old) to hold the place until 3pm. Normally, you're supposed to put down a deposit of several hundred dollars to keep an offer open for 24 hours or so, but I got him to hold it for a few hours for just the application fee of $50. That turned out to be my saving grace. I noticed as I was walking out the door that the person after me asked the leasing agent whether I had taken the apartment.
So then I looked at a few more places. One had a living room the size of a shoe box with the bedroom the size of Florida. Another faced the back alley where the garbage dumpster was. Both were about the same price as my first place. So yeah. I wanted the first place. But I forgot to mention that that morning, I had actually bumped into a friend of mine who happened to live in that apartment. I couldn't ask her about it in front of the agent though, so I decided to call her later... only I didn't have her phone number. From about 2pm on was a mad dash to call everyone I knew who might know her number, and thankfully, I got it. She gave me the real go ahead, and I took the place.
At 3:01pm, as I'm signing the lease, the dude who had the appointment after me walked in to see if I had accepted the lease. Me: "Sorry, well, not really, but good luck." What else do you say?
So now I'm one step closer to taking over the world. There's one tiny problem: I've been Googling my apartment complex (it's easy - in DC every apartment has an ostentatious and unnecessary name like "The Croydon" or "The Gables"), and there are some heinous reviews of the management company. I mean downright nasty. I wasn't planning on naming my apartment because I don't want you, dear reader, to stalk me and kill me and take my super-awesome DVD collection, but if the internet turns out to be more prophetic than personal recommendations, you can count on me ripping the company a new one. You're on notice, The _____.
Saturday, August 2, 2008
Non-Non-Live Live Blogging the Bar Exam: Day 2.
No, the "non-non-live" description doesn't mean that I actually live blogged day 2. Please. I was too busy destroying my hand writing 10 essays with ballpoint pen in 6 hours. You know what happens after you write for that long continuously? Your wrist locks, and so you start writing with your whole arm, and then that locks, and you have to move your entire body to chicken-scratch out an "essay."
The "non-non-live" description means that this entry isn't actually even going to pretend to be a live blog. Nope, just wanted to point out one thing.
At the end, while we were waiting to leave, and they were checking all our collected essay booklets, the proctor announced that the Manny Ramirez trade occurred during the afternoon session. Many people seemed just as relieved/anxious about that news as they were finishing the bar exam.
Ah, Boston, we really do have our priorities straight.
The "non-non-live" description means that this entry isn't actually even going to pretend to be a live blog. Nope, just wanted to point out one thing.
At the end, while we were waiting to leave, and they were checking all our collected essay booklets, the proctor announced that the Manny Ramirez trade occurred during the afternoon session. Many people seemed just as relieved/anxious about that news as they were finishing the bar exam.
Ah, Boston, we really do have our priorities straight.
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