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A message from the management of the Arch Bar:


Its a celebration bitches.  The Arch Bar
in
conjunction with the UGA Law school students and
brewers of Pabst Blue Ribbon are hosting a
birthday party celebration for Rupp
on
Thursday, April 13th 2006 from 8pm till
close.
Mr. Rupp is a very disease free,
single, eligible, long time customer of The Arch as
well as a distinguished officer of the law for ova
30 years. The Arch and PBR would like to show our
appreciation for the PBR drinkinest, mostest
litigatinist, best turf grass managing guy in
athens, by for one night only renaming a PBR,
a
"Rupp".

Any patron that orders PBR by the name
"Rupp" will get it for $1.

See you there…..

p.s. Rupp says bring presents

 

Where: the Arch

When: Thursday, 9 pm – if you get there early
we’ll have a super special secret surprise

Who: anyone who’s friends with Rupp, wants to be
friends with Rupp, or just hopes that he’ll drunkenly grope them at some
point that evening

* PLEASE FORWARD ON TO ANYONE –

SBA

This is going to be a ridiculous post – so if you don’t like me already – this post isn’t going to make you like me – so don’t read it – or at least – don’t take me too seriously. 

So, I can honestly say that I don’t care about the SBA elections.   I really don’t even care enough to write this post.  But one of my good looking guy friends made a special request – so I’ll oblige. 

I’m not even a member of SBA.  Due to my immense popularity I have been able to slide through the cracks this year by not paying dues and reaping the benefits of being an SBA member.  Seriously – there are perks to being me. 

Actually – when it comes down to it – I’m not a member of anything.  That isn’t to say that I don’t participate.  I’m an avid participant.  The only SBA event I missed this year was the golf tournament.  But I volunteered last year.  I just don’t like joining groups. 

It is a slippery slope.  If I join SBA – I will want to join the environmental law association because I’m a tree hugger – then I will need to join WLSA – cause I’m a girl – then I’ll feel the need to be in PAD (which provides great tailgating in my opinion).  $100 later – I’ll have a bunch of meeting I feel obligated to attend. 

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again – I lack decision making skills.  I can barely decide who to vote for in real life American elections.  Mostly because – when it comes down to it – I feel like it is the lesser of two evils.  Don’t worry – I vote.  Of course I vote.  I vote every time I have the chance in real elections.

I refuse to strongly support a political candidate that I don’t personally know. 

I don’t want to get that dramatic about SBA elections.  I don’t think the SBA has the opportunity to be evil.  Don’t get me wrong – I’m glad someone wants to plan the Bull Roast – which is my favorite SBA event.  I think the SBA should also support a bowling league.  That is something I could really get behind. 

But I don’t want to do it.  And I don’t want to be hassled about getting to decide who does it. 

Oh – but I love the listserv wars.   

So my ideal candidate would:
1.  Reinstate the listserv.
2.  Create a bowling league. 
3.  Come up with a rule that goes something like this – In a discussion or disagreement – as soon as you start whining – you automatically lose. 

Not that any of this matters – since I won’t be here next year.  But I do think I have a right to vote.  Since I have vested interest in this institution and I want to make sure the idiots to come don’t undue all the DRASTICALLY IMPORTANT changes that the idiots before me have made.  (just kidding kids – you know I don’t think you are idiots.  Y’all have way better gpas than me – I’m just using poetic license). 

I love the SBA.

Be careful if you live in athens and wish you were a ninja.  In other words – beware ninja bulldawgs!

 

     

How many dogs does it take to change a light bulb?

                   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

1.
Golden Retriever: The sun is shining, the day is young, we’ve got our
whole lives ahead of us, and you’re inside worrying about a stupid
burned out bulb?
 

 

 

 

2. Border Collie: Just one. And then I’ll replace any wiring that’s not up to code.
 

 

 

3. Dachshund: You know I can’t reach that stupid lamp!
 

 

 

 

4. Rottweiler: Make me.
 

 

 

 

5. Boxer: Who cares? I can still play with my squeaky toys in the dark.
 

 

 

 

6.
Lab: Oh, me, me!!!!! Pleeeeeeeeeze let me change the light bulb! Can I?
Can I? Huh? Huh? Huh? Can I? Pleeeeeeeeeze, please, please, please!
 

 

 

 

7.
German Shepherd: I’ll change it as soon as I’ve led these people from
the dark, check to make sure I haven’t missed any, and make just one
more perimeter patrol to see that no one has tried to take advantage of
the situation.
 

 

 

 

8. Jack Russell Terrier:
I’ll just pop it in while I’m bouncing off the walls and furniture. 
(how true)! 
 

 

 

 

9. Old English Sheep Dog: Light bulb?
I’m sorry, but I don’t see a light bulb!
 

 

 

 

10. Cocker Spaniel: Why change it? I can still pee on the carpet in the dark. 
 

 

 

 

11. Chihuahua : Yo quiero Taco Bulb. Or "We don’t need no stinking light bulb."
 

 

 

 

12. Greyhound: It isn’t moving. Who cares?
 

 

 

 

13. Australian Shepherd: First, I’ll put all the light bulbs in a little circle…
 

 

 

14.
Poodle: I’ll just blow in the Border Collie’s ear and he’ll do it. By
the time he finishes rewiring the house, my nails will be dry.

Happy Early Easter!

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Christy was in one of the balcony cubbies today – you know – the ones that make me dizzy because of all the little holes in the wall – and a ROACH crawled across her foot. 

Yep.  I’m never going up there again.  Sorry Caleb. 

Hollar

I am back home to Athens.  I’ve been gone all week and I can honestly say I missed the Classic City.  Even though the Garden City was in full bloom. 

My week was sunny and drunk.  I had an absolute blast.  The Augusta National is one big huge botanical garden as far as I am concerned.  I love the golf, but I’m much more impressed with the trees and the flowers.  White Pine trees are my fav. 

In other news – I passed the MPRE.  I’m pretty pumped about it – in the back of my mind I really did have a sneaking suspicion that I MIGHT have failed it.  Phew.  Maybe now I’ll have the confidence to not fail the bar. 

I’ll post some pictures for y’all later.  But suffice it to say I was ridiculously spoiled by my whole family.  And my family is huge.  Yesterday I have four uncles, three aunts, two cousins, mama, daddy, and travers out there all at the same time. 

I’ll try to come up with some highlights for y’all later – and some of the funny quotes from the week. 

But now I have to read evidence because we are having a pop quiz tomorrow.  I think quizzes in law school should be against the rules.  Gah. 

I will be in augusta this weekend, on the golf course.  And I might promise to write while I’m home, but I don’t like to make promises I can’t or might not be able to keep.  So I thought I would leave y’all with a sample of some things I’ve written in the past.

Everyone’s personal favorite – The Time Charlsie Got Arrested
A Virtual Run
Dating during football
Spinners
Stories of Bella
How to be Good
Things I thought in September
Just Because

Okay – Libby and I are off to play – love you miss you.  Kisses.

Spring Break #2

I went to the ATL last night to play with Betsy and her roommates.  It was tons of fun. 

This morning – I drove home to Augusta to help my mom get our house ready for the Masters.  Our backyard and our basement need some spring cleaning. 

I got really excited when I saw my first Golf Traffic sign as I approached my exit from I-20 to Bobby Jones Expressway. 

I can’t wait for this week to actually start – it is going to be a blast.  I just wish I could accommodate everyone.  Because I really want as many people as possible to get a chance to come to Augusta and to see the National.  And in the past few years I have been able to help a lot of my friends enjoy this special week and that makes me really happy. 

But it is frustrating.  Because my ability to accommodate everyone is something that is completely out of my control.  And being the pleaser that I am I hate disappointing people.

So we will see how it goes – read what Megan has to say about it.  And here is my post from last year. 

I’m going to unload groceries from the car.

The Real World

I can’t say that law school is the real world.  Now, I do think my first year of law school was tough and no fun and relentless and reduced me to tears (and don’t cry) – at this point law school is a bit of a breeze. 

Andrew and I were discussing the 3L syndrome the other day as we strolled through north campus on our way to class, and his reasoning for why it sucks so much is that we show up every friday – and no one ever gives us a paycheck.  And that we are too old to not be getting paychecks. 

I don’t want y’all to get me wrong – I have work I have to get done before this semester is over.  But other than that – all that is required of me is that I show up and be physically present for eight hours a week.  And they let me play on the internet while I am being physically present.  And I complain about about it all the time.  Next week I’m only going to show up for two hours of my required eight – I have some obligations that require me to be in augusta on the golf course with a drink in one hand and pimento cheese sandwich in the other.  Consequences?  None. 

But I do have some friends who have REAL jobs.  And they think it is crap that all I do is play around.  And they wanted to prove to the world that they really have it tough – that they are the people who make things happen and keep the world spinning round and round.  They work in the CITY.  The Big Apple. 

So if you have ever wondered what a high power job in manhattan in a high rise looks like – I’m here to enlighten you.  Meet my friends Libby and Denis.  They are super important. 

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