hooked on a feeling

there's no greater feeling in the world than a surge of the stuff that makes your hands shake, your voice quiver and your heart beat about 10 times faster.

adrenaline is what you get when you raise your hand in lawschool - when the prof calls on you you get tunnel vision and words kind of just roll off the tongue and you really don't know what you're saying until after the sound has left your mouth. it's great. the thing is this: your're in a room with a ton of very smart people and you don't want to be wrong. if you raise your hand, you better be on point... a fella could get used to this.

another adrenaline high: the bike trails in washington dc = awesome (especially the downhill runs).

we had the greatest expectations

whoa. last night i went to one of the best shows that i've ever been to in my life. one of my favorite bands, The Loved Ones, was opening a show for The Gaslight Anthem at the 9:30 Club here in D.C. i initially went to the show to see The Loved Ones and was debating about sticking around to see Gaslight ... i'm so glad i did. The Gaslight Anthem blew the roof off of the fucking joint - it was... well, let's just say i can't remember the last time i pumped my fist in the air and screamed the lyrics to EVERY song that a band played.

hands off, frenchy.

a couple of weeks ago i went out to bar review with a few 1Ls. we went to a couple of different places - no big deal. what's interesting is what happened to the fella that i never saw that night. a friend of ours was supposed to meet us at bar review, but we wound up going to a different bar. again, no big deal, he was drinking with another group of folks at the dorm and said he'd meet up with us later. we stayed out until closing but we never heard from him.

i saw him after class the next day and i'm like "dude?". he says to me "i got robbed last night." turns out that the guy got hammered at the dorm and headed off to bar review. he had some more drinks a bar review and then decided to leave ... alone. remember that the last time something bad happened to one of my friends it was because he also left his group - this is the moral of the story: never leave your group to go walking alone in DC, drunk, at night.

he was stumbling home and stopped to talk to some guys sitting on some steps on the corner of 19th and M; keep in mind that he did not know these guys. he talked to them for about an until one of the guys left. then he stuck around and talked to the other guy for a half-hour or so. when he got up to leave and shake the guy's hand the guy grabbed my friend's hand stuck his other hand in my friend's pocket, took his money and started running. my friend chased him screaming "dude, what the fuck? I sat there and talked to you for like an hour .. i thought we were cool." to which the thief responded "wtf? you just wasted over an hour of my time...i didn't want to talk to your ass anyway." the guy got away and my friend made it home safe.

last night my same friend got ripped off again - this time by a drunk french girl. we were leaving a bar in Adams Morgan last night after last call. we went into Jumbo Slice for some pizza before heading home. Jumbo Slice sells the BIGGEST slice of pizza you'll ever see and they have no tables, so you walk up to the counter order your food and eat it on the sidewalk. well we were on the sidewalk, pizza in hand, and this drunk french couple, probably exchange students, walk by. the girl sees our pizza and reaches over and grabs my friend's slice and rips it in 2. she drunkenly devoured "her" half in like 1 bite leaving my friend standing there laughing his ass off thinking "wtf?". that's when i had to open my mouth "this is why we don't like the french." to which pierre (not sure if that was his name, but whatever) responded "what do you mean you do not like ze french?". "americans don't like the french, man" i said. "why not?" he inquired. "we just don't" i replied. i could tell frenchy was pretty pissed at this point so i decided to throw him a bone: "sarkozy is ok, i guess". "sarkozy is the fucking man" he said. i could tell that i diffused the situation so we went to another friend's apartment and smoked cigars and drank on the roof until everyone got tired and we all went home.

good news/bad news

taking a break from outlining civil procedure.

so i've been accused, in that past, of having OCD. i deny this of course because OCD is for crazy people and i'm not crazy, so there you go. the good news is that if i ever did have OCD it certainly has eased up since i've been in DC. the bad news is that i think the OCD is what made me such a good student ... i got my first memo back today and i scored 27/40 which equates to 68% ... this is one of those come to jesus moments. time to get back in the saddle and get this shit right. what i need is more study food...

let's roll?

bwahahahaha...here's an actual email i received from a class mate...douche much? actually the guy that sent this is a decent person, it's just that no one told him that the frat boy lifestyle ends at undergrad...i especially like the part about "rolling".

What is good, section 11. Here's the deal: we spend a ton of time together but we don't rock out together, in a big group, that often, and that's no good. So I'm throwin a party at my house on Friday to rectify the situation. Everybody should come out, we'll have a good time, get to know each other, maybe someone will do something memorable, who knows? Hopefully we can talk about something besides law school, but I'll settle for the good time.

This next part, i'm sure, just made EVERYONE want to go to the party:

A couple of things:
My house is not huge so a lot of people will be on the front and back porches, so dress accordingly. I'm getting a keg, but that's probably it, so I suggest you byob, too, cause no one wants to wait 20 minutes by a keg and then have it run out when you finally get the tap. Lastly, we're all adults. Don't fuck up my house or break anything, cause I will Castle Doctrine your ass. And stay out of the fridge.

anyone got any oil? we can totally oil ourselves up:

PS - If you wrestled in high school, or you do any kind of bjj or submission grappling, and you want to roll, or you want to learn how, email me, cause I'm looking for people to roll with.

ok, some of my friends had a talk with this guy and now he knows he was kind of douchy with the email...

Drinky McGlugglug

About 3 weeks ago we had our first memo due, for those of you (in my vast reader audience) that have never written a legal memo let me tell you this, it's not like bullshitting your way through an essay in english lit. You have to be thoroughly familiar with the cases that you're citing and you have to make sure that they are "on point" with the legal issue(s) in the case that you're working on ... not fun. by the way, another phrase that you hear that means that a case is on point: "on all fours" ... as in "Rhode Island v. Lead Industries is all fours with the case at bar...", sorry, i just like saying "on all fours"...anyway, the memo was due at 5pm on sunday afternoon...what do we do? we start drinking at 5:01pm. we went bar hopping that night and after the bars closed we headed over to our favorite late night drunk food place julia's empanadas. unfortunately the empanada place was closed (who'd know that they're not open at 3:30am on a monday morning?) so we decided to go somewhere else - that's when we lost someone...a person that shall rename nameless decided to go back to his dorm. against our strong protests he went stumbling in the direction opposite from us (which also happened to be the direction opposite his dorm). Well this person didn't make it to class on monday (to which a lot of folks didn't come b/c of yom kippur) so when i see him on tuesday i'm like "dude?" ... it turns out that he decided that the sidewalk would be a convenient place to take a nap so with a concrete pillow he settles in for a slumber...that's when the police show up - but the cool part is this: instead of taking him to jail they took him home...how cool is that?.

our second story doesn't have as quite a happy ending, but it works out in that no one got hurt...more on that later...time to read some torts...

1L can be funny sometimes...

i was cold called for a question by my torts professor that i didn't know the answer to...his response? "you make me sick!" ...if that sounds harsh then you really gotta know my torts prof:

on the first day of torts class we weren't supposed to have any assigned reading, so when he asked the class "who's familiar with the cases that i assigned?" about 95 out of the 100 students slinked down in their seats, including me. the other five students raised their hands and eagerly waited to be called on ... the first student that he called on gave the facts of the case pretty much on point; then the professor asked her "what do you think the judge meant when he said [insert obscure latin phrase]?" the poor girl responded "well since i don't speak latin, i have no idea". to which the professor responded "well you do know that they have latin dictionaries in the library, don't you...are you stupid?" ... i sunk even lower in my seat trying to bend his will with my thoughts "please don't call on me. please don't call on me. please don't call on me..." the prof then calls on the next person and she gives the latin translation and interprets the meaning ... to which the prof says "thank you for restoring my faith in humanity" then he turns to the first girl and says "you know what, why don't you get your things and leave for the day? you know what, why don't stay gone until you figure out if you want to go to law school? why don't you rethink your career choice?" at this point everyone that hadn't read the case is fucking freaking out! the poor girl leaves and then the prof goes to board and writes "just kidding" to which we all burst out in laughter and thunderous applause... turns out the girls that had "read the case" were second year students that were in on the joke... haha, phew! this guy has a sense of humor as warped as mine.

we work hard, so we gotta get our fun in somehow, right!?!?

more f-ed up stories to come, next time, 2 stories about what 2 of my fellow 1Ls did when they were drunk...more like cautionary tales really...