sometimes i want to stop and think, but most times i have to run away

wow. memo 2 is coming to a close and as i reflect back on the weeks of research and the past 72 hours (most of which were spent in this chair) i can't help but think of how much i learned about myself from this assignment. it's even sweeter to think that every other 1L was in the same hell i was in. tomorrow's going to be a great day. i'll have my second draft of this memo completed in the next 2 and 1/2 hours or so, then i'll get some sleep, wake up and work on my edits, turn in the third and final draft and go blow off some steam...pass or fail this was an experience to remember.

as i finish up i'm listening to some good stuff. i love how that certain song can bring back the most powerful memories...

my hate keeps me warm

UPDATED 07 NOVEMBER 2009; 00:40.
fuck you i hate law school, fuck you i hate 28 U.S.C. § 1404(a), i hate LRW, i hate TREAT, i hate sitting in the same place for 15 hours, i hate the "convenience of parties", i hate the "convenience of the witnesses" i hate the "interest of justice", fuck you i don't mind "where it might have been brought."

there. i feel no better now that i've gotten a little better now, getting that off my chest :)

bleep blorp bloop

sometimes i wish i was a robot. a robot with dinosaur teeth and rockets that shoot out of my eyes...that would be sweeeeet.

halloween in DC was fun. i went to a party that was kind of, let's say, a sausage fest, so i rounded up some folks and talked them into walking over to georgetown where metro police blocks off some of the streets and you can do a bar crawl. we never quite made it. a buddy and i had to go out to my car to get my jacket and put up a bottle of booze that we brought with us. when we did, the rest of the group thought we left and so they started heading off to georgetown without us. me and my friend went back to the party grabbed a couple of beers for the road and started off walking...in circles...turns out he thought i was leading the way and i thought he was leading the way, so there you have it...and it was actually fun. sometimes the fun happens between the parties and the bars.

now, lest you get the wrong idea about life out here, a clarification: the 18-20 hour days sort of blend together. as i write this post it's monday evening. in about half an hour i'm going to sit down to read and probably won't finish until at least 3 am. this is on top of the 3 classes i had today (after writing a memo until 4am), the next time i open my eyes it's going to be friday and i'll have repeated the above described reading/writing/classes 5 times. it's not all going out and having fun. having fun is a very, very, small part of life here. life here is all about the task at hand. but i'm not gonna be the asshole that writes about the "care of duty" discussion we had in torts today - so i write about the fun times ... it's sort of like a sanity check for me i guess :P

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...