Merry Christmas

Dear Philadelphia,

Merry Christmas!

Love,
Tony Romo and Terrell Owens

By the way, I love LJ Smith - mostly because his name is Little John, some because I've met him twice, some because he's from Rutgers, and the rest because he's a house. I love sports, and admittedly more so than most girls. I grew up with 4 brothers, a dad, and a mom who travelled a lot - So, if we weren't playing sports, we were watching them on tv. I love the Sixers in a hopeless and pathetic way. I was out of the country when the Eagles made it to the Super Bowl, stayed up all night waiting for the BBC ticker to show the results, and maybe shed a tear or two when I saw we lost. Even still, I am the first to admit that there is a line that girls shouldn't cross. I'll watch an Eagles game intently, but when the game is over, there's not a chance in hell I am going to listen to the post-game talk. I refuse to listen to any sports talk on the radio and have never sat through an entire Sports Center. Other than big news like A.I. got traded or McNabb tore his ACL, I barely even talk about sports outside of game-time. There is a line, and I respect it. Speculating about next season and keeping track of so-and-so's stats can be left to the men; it's not like the world has bigger problems to worry about or anything.

Tis The Season

I've been in the giving spirit recently and so I've decided to get some of my law professors and fellow students some Christmas/Hanukkah/whatever it is they celebrate presents:

To the girl who sat in front of me in Evidence: a how-to guide on Snood (she sucks)
To the Ichabod Crane look-alike: a Horse named Gunpowder
To my Land Use Professor: a tweed blazer and a puppy
To the guy I was accidentally really really mean to: a million dollars and a supermodel girlfriend
To Boobs: a less revealing shirt
To my Environmental Law Professor: those clippy-things that keep your shoelaces tied, preferably Sesame Street ones
To my roommate: a free night of making out with my brother and a typewriter
To Goog: a year's supply of Adderall
To my favorite cheater: my answers to every practice exam I have ever taken
To my male Crim Professor: a bra and a non-turtle neck shirt
To my Con Law Professor: a straightening iron
To the kid that sits next to me (in a class to remain nameless): breath mints, lots of them
To Dave: tickets to all the remaining Sixers games this season
To Windows 95: a copy of Windows XP
To my LRW TA: a cooler screenname
To my Professional Responsibility Professor: a megaphone and a copy of InStyle magazine
To Danny Tanner: a gold star and a pat on the back

And lastly to myself: a life

Bringing Sambas Back

I saw this dude wearing Sambas at Starbucks today. (His hair was also significantly over-gelled and he might have had a perm, but that’s a whole other story…) I used to rock those all the time in like 1993. I actually had 2 pairs - not gonna lie, I was pretty cool. My best friend (and she is still my best friend) had Umbros in every color imaginable; she was pretty cool too. That was right before the time that No Doubt was my favorite band and I got drunk for the first time in my life off manichevitz (zero clue how to spell that) in my friend’s basement. I was such a bad ass. I even got kicked out of Math class once for passing notes, which once confiscated my teacher read and in it I called him a creepy molester. He was my high school JV basketball coach later on down the road; I’ve had this bridge-burning thing down for a while. But seriously, I would go back to my Samba wearing days in a heartbeat, well as long as it meant I could trade in my law books for MAD magazines and hiding in the library for hiding my younger brothers’ Garbage Pail Kids cards from them.

Annoying

I have been trying to stay positive as much as possible, but my tonsils are infected again so I am allowed to complain a little… Anyway, here are a few things that have been getting on my nerves recently:

1. Vanity Plates – they are annoying and for assholes. Anyone who needs to put their profession on their license plate is incredibly insecure. And all other ones I have seen have all been dumb and seem like a giant waste of money.
2. Exams
3. Mr. Peanut – First, I don’t like peanuts. Second, Mr. Peanut is a big peanut who encourages people to eat much smaller peanuts – seems kinda cannibalistic to me.
4. Exams
5. People who put really long signatures on their personal emails. (i.e. Candidate for J.D, May 2008, Rutgers School of Law – Camden,… blah blah blah).
6. Exams
7. The Sixers – just lost four straight. Boooo
8. Exams – and my Land Use professor for making his closed book.

Hippies

I am not a hippie, as much as one of my friends likes to accuse me. That being said, I am taking a second environmental law class next semester - two in one year is really pushing the hippie limits. Even worse, I actually really like environmental law. (Who said that the Resource Conservation and Recovery Act was mind-numbing anyway?... Just a dumb Supreme Court Justice probably). My Environmental Law exam is on Thursday, so I have been studying for it a lot, and I figured the best music to accompany environmental law studying is hippie music (I have a large collection).

As of 12/3/2006 at 10:49am, my 3 favorite songs are:

1. She Talks to Angels by The Black Crowes (not really such a "hippie" song, but I can't bump it from #1, not even during exam week - and Chris Robinson is a huge pot-smoking hippie anyway)
2. Rising Sun by Rusted Root
3. Can't Keep It In by Cat Stevens

Just in case you were wondering, I haven't gone all the way hippie. My clothes fit, I haven't bought anything hemp, I still hate soy products, and I shower daily. I don't really get the whole dirty thing anyway. I get that hippies are trying to be more in touch with nature or whatever, but I feel like most of them never leave the city anyway. Besides, being dirty really doesn't make you feel more connected to nature, trust me. I went hiking for over a month and showered 2 or 3 times total. I was the definition of dirty, but felt no more connected to my surroundings. I guess water conservation could be an excuse for not showering, BUT you can always just filter any fresh-water and bathe in that - in fact, I have an extra water filter around here somewhere I'd be more than willing to donate to the cause.

Ok, back to hugging trees...