the thin line between optimism and delusion…

1. My Sigg water bottle. When I lose it (as I’m sure I will one day, me and water bottles have a hard time keeping up with each other) I will go into the depths of depression. It is so pretty. Shiny metallic blue, with thin piece of diving/fishing rope attached to the neck and the top (so I don’t lose the top) that the sweet greek man tied for me, every dent adds character and the "I heart Kephalonia" sticker brings back fond memories.

2. My Red Pen. I love pens, especially red pens. I like to write with red pens on yellow legal pads. I like the way it looks and it makes me feel like an attorney. Right now I have a clicker EnerGel needle tip from Pentel. I don’t highlight much anymore, mostly I just underline with my needle tip red pen. I don’t know what made me switch. I still carry around a highlighter – I like InkTank highlighters the best – but I don’t use it very often.

3. My iPod. Obviously this is a universally loved inanimate object. Mine has a blue iSkin cover that keeps it from getting scratched and works as a shock absorber when I drop it. Plus, I haven’t been able to rip it yet, which is impressive. Along with my iPod, my bose Sounddock is also a much loved inanimate object. Oh, and the remote control that goes along with it. The remote really adds.

Least Favorite Class of Inanimate Objects Currently:
Every Single article of winter clothing. I am tired of needing my sweaters and fleeces. I want to box them up, and seal it with a kiss and put them in the back of the closet until October. It isn’t personal, but now that February is almost over (yea!) I want to get back to my flip flops, tank tops and short skirts. They miss me.

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I’m not a very goal oriented individual. Short term goals are okay, like, stay calm until you can get out of this crowded hallway, or keep running until you get to the top of the hill, or don’t call everyone that it strikes you to call at 3 in the morning.

But long term goals are not my thing. I don’t think I could train for a marathon, unless I had someone else who told me where to be and when and threatened me on a regular basis. I don’t revel in setting goals and achieving them. Some people set goals because they enjoy proving that they can do it. I don’t have this drive. Actually, maybe the problem is that I’m not very driven. I don’t know.

At least I’m happy, regardless.

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Have you ever thought about the phrase, "As a matter of fact…"?

I feel like it is a phrase that is used quite often but never really thought about. Because if I use the phrase in a conversation, it is totally different than when Wells uses the phrase in his Con Law lecture.

"As a matter of fact I did take a shower yesterday."

"As a matter of fact in the abortion cases the scientific evidence of the trimester structure…."

I don’t think I am making much sense, but think about the phrase. I never thought about where it came from, but it is legal jargon being thrown around in real life. I don’t know how I feel about that, I get enough legal jargon in my pretend life – class.

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1. Just because it was warm yesterday doesn’t mean that it will be warm today, check the forecast before getting dressed.

2. It is possible to have absurd attachments to inanimate objects, i.e. my sigg water bottle, my iPod, vending machines in general.

3. My glasses aren’t as strong a prescription as my contacts, and this is becoming more and more of a glaring problem as time wears on and my eyes wear out (regardless of how cool my glasses are).

4. If your alarm goes off at 8:15, that is because it is in your best interest to get up at 8:15. Hitting the snooze button for 45 minutes is not conducive to getting your life in order.

5. The picture window that takes up a whole wall of the law library is wonderful most of the year, but when it is cold outside, it is freezing anywhere within 20 feet of the glass (an area which encompasses half the tables).

6. Five Points Deli has the best tea in america that doesn’t come out of someone’s mother’s rubbermaid pitcher that has been pouring tea my whole life. I love to watch people make sweet tea. It makes me happy. Makes me think of my grandmother for some reason. It actually makes me think of when she used to sprinkle sugar over cut up strawberries and then let them sit in the refrigerator for a few hours and it would magically make strawberry shortcake topping.

7. I love to sit on the yellow benches outside of the library, but still inside the building and watch people walk by. Kent sat out there with me today while I ate lunch. It was fun, I enjoyed it.

8. Brandon Ansley is awesome.

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Wow, I found this site through this post by soupie.   I love it.  I wish that I thought that girls and guys could really be friends, but I don’t think they can.  I think that guys and girls can be "friends,"  but I don’t think that girls and guys can be really close friends without there being some sort of hope or expectations on one side or the other.  Jessica Faye and I disagree on this.  But it is fun to talk about.  Not that I would necessarily phrase the whole idea in the same way as the intellectual whore, but you get the idea.

p.s. I love my evidence class.

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How is that you can go for such a long time and never notice something and then once you do notice it – you can’t stop thinking about it – or noticing it – and you don’t understand how you never noticed it before?

Why are the stars so much brighter when it is cold outside?

Why do the coffee people at coffee shops like to put so much foam on the top of lattes? Does anyone actually like the foam? What is the purpose of the foam?

How come I love to play free cell during finals?

Law students will do anything to avoid studying – which includes talking to people that they don’t know very well, or don’t like, or don’t know at all, or just don’t normally talk to. Striking up a conversation with a perfect stranger is much easier than facing the situation at hand (i.e. the impending final in a class for which you only took seven pages of notes all semester).

How come grits taste so much better when my mom makes them when anyone else makes them?

How come food in general always tastes better when someone else prepares it?

How come I am such a terrible student?

I’m pretty sure "how come" is bad English.

Why does my dog think that everyone wants to be in physical contact with her at all times? Or maybe it is that she wants to be in physical contact and doesn’t give a damn about what you or anyone else thinks or wants. Kinda like some people I know.

Why does my ipod get stuck on a certain album when it is on shuffle – where every other song is from this one album when it is suppose to be shuffling through my whole library of 1734 songs?

I think I like friendster better then thefacebook. I think friendster works better. facebook is really, really, really slow and I think it does strange things sometimes.

What are the chances that I am going to fail my trust and estates exam tomorrow? Any bets on business crimes?

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It is easy to get caught up in my own life. I quickly become absorbed in my immediate surroundings and lose sight of the world around me. Right now it is hard for me to relate to anyone that is not in law school. This is interesting because this time last year I was not so absorbed.

While getting a bagel at Zim’s this morning I became aware of the vast quantities of undergraduate sorority girls scattered about the restaurant. They wore sevens, cool fleeces, carried large purses, and a couple had on large sunglasses. Most had their hair in a messy ponytail (but the same messy ponytail).  And of course each group vaguely knew each other. They all looked very young, and were all very, very pretty.

The large groups that these girls were traveling in made me realize that they either live in the dorm or, more likely, live in the house together. They probably all went out last night(to find dates to Christmas date nights), came home late, ordered pizza, and slept in this morning. When they did finally get up, they went and laid in each other’s beds and complained and told ridiculous stories of boys and bars and girls in other sororities or of other ages. Someone had the bright idea to go to Zim’s, and they all piled into an oversized SUV, cranked up the music, and took off. After Zim’s they probably drove downtown to pick up someone’s car or someone’s credit card.

It caught me off guard how far removed I am from such situations. It made me kinda sad. But it also made me realize how so many different worlds can co-exist blissfully unaware of each other.
This afternoon Jessica and I saw a hawk on north campus. He was huge. It is strange to think of hawks in the middle of the town. It just makes me realize how small Athens really is. Yet another crazy co-existence. (jessica hates birds! isn’t that awesome?)

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