the orange line

yesterday i saw a guy waiting for the train doing the robot. oh, sans ipod. no excuse (besides insanity). also, i saw a guy with straight up 1980s hairplugs. he also had a twitch. it was hot.

for these reasons, i enjoy the orange line. a nice blend of commuter and crazy. that's important. but, to metro, i must ask how the hell an extension of the orange line through tyson's and out to dulles will ever work. i mean, has anyone on this planning committee ever ridden the orange line? during any time between 7am-10am/3pm-9pm? you can't fit 14 more people on those trains during rush hour - let alone commutes from fucking tyson's corner! it's the dumbest thing i have ever heard of, and only take solace in knowing that by the time this ever materializes, i will hopefully have long parted from the orange line.

i think we should start a petition requiring that everyone working for wmata making more than $50,000/year MUST ride either the red or orange line during rush hour twice a week. i think we would see a marked increase in service and decrease in craptitude.

it's been a hard day's night ...

this week sucks ass. that's right - i said it. i hate this week. i hope i never have to live this week again. if i wake up a la bill murray on last monday morning again next week, i will be seriously pissed. seriously.

i was so out of it last night that i actually got off the metro a stop early. which left my post-class metro-ing companion mighty confused. when i saw her today, she was like, you're an idiot and we can't be friends anymore. not outloud, but i definetly got that vibe.

anywoo, i actually got off the train and exited the turnstile before i in fact confirmed that i got off the train early. then i had to call B to come pick my ass up because there was no way i was waiting another 20 minutes for the train to go three quarters of a mile. he thought it was funny. or sad and desperate. then we split a bottle of wine, watched vh1's hottest rock girlfriends special, a little international house hunters, and called it a night.

well, that's that. to sum, this week sucks ass and sometimes during a particularly sucky ass week, i do stupid things like get off the train at the wrong time. and i like wine. that's this week.

if you thought getting fenty and cropp to debate was a hassle ...

clearly this debate will never happen. but it's on my list of things i'd like to see if i ruled the world. also on that list: W having to go before congress a la the british house of commons.

Call it a clan, call it a network, call it a tribe, call it a family. Whatever you call it, whoever you are, you need one. ~Jane Howard

the past week has been a blur of new professors, inner tantrums over having to spend 7 hours on a sunday pouring over casebooks, walking far too many city blocks in heels and a suit - in dc in august, it's so cruel - and a handful of meetings with people who have real power to control my career for the next few years. and a stress level at my job that would make you think i'm already litigating cases with multi-million dollar implications.

i apologize to the few people i've managed to bore with the details of the summer job search. interviewing is so wrought with highs and lows (just today, i was riding high with a swift call-back, then brought back down by a curt rejection letter from a firm with which i thought i had an especially strong interview) ... i find myself looking for a reaction commenserate with what i should be getting from my folks, i think. try as i may, i can't seem to engage them in this part of my life. it should be my parents (in addition to the beloved B of course, who's been a real sport) calling after interviews, eager to celebrate a good response and tell those others to F off. but i didn't even get a weekend call to ask how the first five interviews went.

what's even more heartwrenching is that i know this isn't the end of the distance. when i was a musician, my parents could really connect with what i was doing. neither of them are musicians, but they could easily be involved just by coming to a concert. they could experience it. but it seems i can't even talk about law school with coming across as an elitist, so we drift.

excuse the lament!

anyway, B and i unwound this weekend as best we could ... which means, of course, we cooked. we may not have to again until next weekend ...

no, we do not have a family of five that we've been keeping secret. that's for the two of us.

fury!

i don't even know where to start with this one. truly. i guess i'll start by saying ne'er will a forbes magazine be available chez moi. no, ma'am. this is a grave offense, the publishing of this article. (note that the counterpoint was added after the original article.) the one about how apparently my devoted, supporting and loving marriage is statistically headed for failure because in two short years i will 1. be making more than $30,000 and 2. more than my husband. really? is that so? or even if it's not statistically doomed, it won't be happy. i have a really hard time believing that...

and here all this time i thought it was gay marriage that was degrading the sanctity of marriage. turns out it's actually broads like me.

trial by cable?

i am totally shocked by what i was just watching on CNN. (i know that i'm supposed to be doing homework and researching employers ... i know!) right there on national television, they were bringing in a handwriting expert to discuss the similarities between john mark karr's (aka the crazy guy who says he killed jonbenet) message in a high school yearbook and the ransom note left by jonbenet's killer.

what are the implications of this?!

ok, so say that this handwriting expert is qualified - fine. but we don't know that, and no one gets to challenge his/her credentials. think of all the potential jurors who are watching this. i assume a handwriting analysis would be part of a trial, if it comes to that. and who are those jurors going to believe, the person they saw on CNN, or the expert at trial? even if the jurors are committed to not letting anything besides the trial inform their decision, the damage may already be done, if these experts' opinions conflict.

i just think it's an outrage that news organizations are basically examining evidence in a case that may well go to trial, potentially contaminating an entire jury pool. shame on you, cnn.

i'm dreaming of ....

... working someplace where idiotic, unmotivated, ridiculous, totally unprofessional and juvenile employees are fired.

er, i guess juvenile and ridiculous may be asking a bit much. ok, just idiotic, unmotivated and totally unprofessional.

i'm doing all this research on the law firms with which i start interviewing tomorrow. i suppose, however, that when they ask me why i want to work there, i should not answer - because i don't think you hire and continue to employ for years total idiots. and i've looked at your dress code - black and pink puma sneakers are not allowed.

it's hard though to figure out exactly what i should be saying. really? i want to work in your office because the pay is great, you have a pretty office, and i have no idea where i want to work. oh, and your firm has commercials on NPR. i love NPR.

i'm going to be brilliant. i can tell.

ps. there's a mosquito in my apartment, and i've been stalking it all morning with no luck. and i keep thinking it's biting my foot, but it isn't. hmph.

one last blog before the summer dies

how is it only 9:15 and i've managed to go through all of my favorite websites, none of which have changed one iota since friday afternoon? hmph. so this is my last bastion of distraction before

homework.

i don't know whether i'm thrilled to be starting or scared to death. this semester is starting with a reading of three of the federalist papers, marbury v. madison (the case that won me B's heart, i'll tell that story later), and a look at the structure of the criminal law system. so much better than contracts and civil procedure ...

but this also means interviews (thankfully, a lot of them) - and while i'm excited about that, my stomach is already in knots over the first three on wednesday, and i fear the anxiety won't pass until i've received offer(s?) and made a decision.

i really do want to join the real world. i do. i want to work in a real job and make real money and not go to school. but at the same time: eek!

no time for eeking, though. james madison is calling my name.

gots to get me one of these!

because i'm on team halpert.

file under: sad but true

someone posted this listing under the "buy and sell" forum on my law school's portal.

My Soul
Posted: 8/14/2006 1:30:49 AM By: ------------ Posted to: Buy and Sell
One slightly used soul for sale. Must sell quickly, as this is my last year of school and I’ll have to start repaying loans. Therefore, this is a reduced rate special that you DON’T want to miss! Inquire for further details...