Greetings and welcome back to The Un-Zone, the site for all things related to Un on the Internet. It's time for one of those updates that somehow bring you back to this site.
I recently went excercising at a rec center. After the customary cycling warm up, I decide to jog on the eliptical machine. Not the ordinary threadmill, but the high tech machine that tells you electronically that you are not moving fast enough. Sort of like the electronic drill sarge. Or the trainer that doesn't let you give up if you slow down. I guess that I am a person who enjoys this sort of thing. Anyways...
So I'm getting the two miles done and I strike up a conversation with a nice woman that I generally see on Saturdays while at the center. She and her husband and the rest of her family are there on Saturdays. She notes that I'm on THAT machine--the hard one--and that I must be crazy.
And while pounding out the two miles--I'm now done with 0.87 miles and have 1.13 left--some girl and a guy walk in. For some reason, the girl recognizes me and waves. I get the odd feeling that I should know this person and that I have seen her before once in my life. Maybe multiple times.
And I'm left wondering if I should wave or ask who they are or whatnot. It would be embarassing to say, "Hi, I don't know who you are, but I think I know you. What's your name?" I probably should have, but it's kind of hard to think and exercise at the same time, especially when you are accident prone as I am.
I do the friendly thing and make an attempt at waving and saying hello while trying not to fall face forward onto the electronic panel. I think it's common courtesy to be friendly, even if you have the vaguest clue as to the identity of the person. But I also believe in safety and making the full attempt would have led to bodily injury to self. I'm one of those people who think that I'll still be clumsy, even if I lost weight and had muscle. Hey, I can't help it. Hand-eye coordination still eludes me.
And this guy and girl go around the weight room trying the equipment while I do my two miles. And they leave and she waves goodbye. And I still don't know who she is and I still don't know where I've seen her before. I think I went to school with her in college or law school. I can remember and recall the first hundred decimal digits of pi, but I suck with names and faces. Go figure.
Oh well, at least I got my two miles done, plus an addition mile when I got home. Now, if I can only remember who that person was...
That's all for now.
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
The 4th of July
Greetings and welcome back to The Un-Zone, the only site on the Internet devoted to all subjects related to Un. It's time to do one of those update thingies that I've neglected to do for a while.
It's the 4th of July. I've always liked this holiday. It involves the celebration of the United States (which actually occured on July 2, 1776 instead of July 4. One of the Founding Fathers wrote a letter saying July 2 will go down in history.) and fireworks. Yes, those multi-colored devices that go BOOM. I think I have too much of a fascination with things that go BOOM or flames.
I love fireworks. The bigger they are, the better. The fireworks ban sort of puts a damper on things, but hey, in general, it's a reasonable law. Considering that certain people do really dumb things with fireworks like stick their face over them or hold them in their hands or burn their/other people's houses down to cindery ashes. Not that I've had problems with fireworks.
One of the finer memories I have about fireworks is the 4th of July I spent in Bostom. I saw the Boston Pops perform and that was pretty cool. Though I came too late to get a good seat on the grass by the stage, it wasn't all too bad. Except for the part where Senator Ted Kennedy started speaking. And they zoomed in really close to his face and projected it onto gigantic Jumbotron screens. Too much detail in my opinion. A couple sitting by commented on how "greasy" he looked, just like the stereotypical politician (They were from Boston, by the ways). And another thing, never walk by the cannons when they set them off. Actually, they were 105mm howitzers loaded with blanks, but those suckers are loud. Not that I can recognize guns by looking at them. By the ways, Hollywood movies never get guns right. Always identifying them incorrectly and using them like rank amateurs. Real pros never hold them that way. Looks cool, but it gets you injured or killed in real life.
Ah, how great it was. And another thing, one would expect the Boston subway system to run later hours on the 4th of July. Half a million people need a way to get home, but they kept normal business hours. That meant at least a two mile walk back to Harvard. That was OK.
So, safely enjoy the 4th of July and don't injure yourself or destroy property or get into trouble. Remember this. The holiday is not about fireworks or cooking outdoors. It's about celebrating this country's independence.
That's all for now.
It's the 4th of July. I've always liked this holiday. It involves the celebration of the United States (which actually occured on July 2, 1776 instead of July 4. One of the Founding Fathers wrote a letter saying July 2 will go down in history.) and fireworks. Yes, those multi-colored devices that go BOOM. I think I have too much of a fascination with things that go BOOM or flames.
I love fireworks. The bigger they are, the better. The fireworks ban sort of puts a damper on things, but hey, in general, it's a reasonable law. Considering that certain people do really dumb things with fireworks like stick their face over them or hold them in their hands or burn their/other people's houses down to cindery ashes. Not that I've had problems with fireworks.
One of the finer memories I have about fireworks is the 4th of July I spent in Bostom. I saw the Boston Pops perform and that was pretty cool. Though I came too late to get a good seat on the grass by the stage, it wasn't all too bad. Except for the part where Senator Ted Kennedy started speaking. And they zoomed in really close to his face and projected it onto gigantic Jumbotron screens. Too much detail in my opinion. A couple sitting by commented on how "greasy" he looked, just like the stereotypical politician (They were from Boston, by the ways). And another thing, never walk by the cannons when they set them off. Actually, they were 105mm howitzers loaded with blanks, but those suckers are loud. Not that I can recognize guns by looking at them. By the ways, Hollywood movies never get guns right. Always identifying them incorrectly and using them like rank amateurs. Real pros never hold them that way. Looks cool, but it gets you injured or killed in real life.
Ah, how great it was. And another thing, one would expect the Boston subway system to run later hours on the 4th of July. Half a million people need a way to get home, but they kept normal business hours. That meant at least a two mile walk back to Harvard. That was OK.
So, safely enjoy the 4th of July and don't injure yourself or destroy property or get into trouble. Remember this. The holiday is not about fireworks or cooking outdoors. It's about celebrating this country's independence.
That's all for now.
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Exercise
Greetings and welcome back to The Un-Zone, the only site on the Internet that I know of devoted to all things related to Un. It's time for an update on how things are going in my life.
It seems like every year I tell myself that I am going to exercise and lose some weight. And it seems like every year, I start off well and after a while, I fall off the path. And I regain everything back.
But this time, I am not going to fall off the path. No siree, I'm not going to be fat anymore.
It's not that I'm woefully ignorant and I think that I look like a marathon runner or a weightlifter. I know I'm fat. I've been aware of that fact for a long time, may years. I guess that until now, I just never did anything about changing the situation I was in. I used to be thin but I let my weight weasel-creep up to what I weigh now, which is not a very nice number unless you are referring to an IQ that is unhumanly high. The "I'm going to lose weight, but hey, are those chocolate chip cookies...I love cookies. I can lose weight later" problem. My IQ is quite high (one in 5 million have an IQ higher than mine) but not as high as my weight.
Weasel-creep is a bad thing. You look at yourself and you never notice how you're slowly gaining weight. And one day, you wake up and your mind is screaming, "JESUS FREAKING CHRIST, WHERE THE HELL DID THOSE POUNDS COME FROM? WHO PUT ME IN THIS BODY? WHERE DID MY BODY GO?" And I foolishly allowed that to happen. It really sucks since I could have done a whole lot earlier and prevented this from getting to the point it is right now.
Since I started exercising (jogging and lifting weights), I have lost about 15 pounds. Which is a nice start. But I still look the same, but maybe a little thinner looking around the face. It's like taking five gallons of water out of a Olympic-sized swimming pool. "Are those cheekbones? Where did those come from?" At least my clothes fit a lot better and I can wear stuff I haven't worn in several years.
I shall be less of a person (physically) by the end of this summer. Maybe I'll be able to make skinny jokes about myself instead of fat jokes.
That's all for now.
It seems like every year I tell myself that I am going to exercise and lose some weight. And it seems like every year, I start off well and after a while, I fall off the path. And I regain everything back.
But this time, I am not going to fall off the path. No siree, I'm not going to be fat anymore.
It's not that I'm woefully ignorant and I think that I look like a marathon runner or a weightlifter. I know I'm fat. I've been aware of that fact for a long time, may years. I guess that until now, I just never did anything about changing the situation I was in. I used to be thin but I let my weight weasel-creep up to what I weigh now, which is not a very nice number unless you are referring to an IQ that is unhumanly high. The "I'm going to lose weight, but hey, are those chocolate chip cookies...I love cookies. I can lose weight later" problem. My IQ is quite high (one in 5 million have an IQ higher than mine) but not as high as my weight.
Weasel-creep is a bad thing. You look at yourself and you never notice how you're slowly gaining weight. And one day, you wake up and your mind is screaming, "JESUS FREAKING CHRIST, WHERE THE HELL DID THOSE POUNDS COME FROM? WHO PUT ME IN THIS BODY? WHERE DID MY BODY GO?" And I foolishly allowed that to happen. It really sucks since I could have done a whole lot earlier and prevented this from getting to the point it is right now.
Since I started exercising (jogging and lifting weights), I have lost about 15 pounds. Which is a nice start. But I still look the same, but maybe a little thinner looking around the face. It's like taking five gallons of water out of a Olympic-sized swimming pool. "Are those cheekbones? Where did those come from?" At least my clothes fit a lot better and I can wear stuff I haven't worn in several years.
I shall be less of a person (physically) by the end of this summer. Maybe I'll be able to make skinny jokes about myself instead of fat jokes.
That's all for now.
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
It's Wednesday Again...
Greetings and welcome back to The Un-Zone, the only site on the Internet devoted to all things related to Un. It's time for another update. One that will require little effort from me as I can't think of anything original. So I'll post songs lyrics that have Wednesday in the title.
"Wednesday Again" by the Selfies
"It's a common mistake
Brilliant in most obvious ways
What did you expect
Nutured from your earliest days
You made a perfect circle
All around the world it occured
The sight of inspiration
Then again my vision was .... blurred
Maybe Sunday things will go your way
Maybe Monday you'll wake up
Got too many enemies to make
Maybe Tuesday you'll wake up
Now it's Wednesday again
Thursday is the worst day
So on Friday you can earn your pay
Maybe Saturday
Some say it's surrounding
Some say it's a chemical flaw
False adversting
Knee deep in the thick of it all
Your feeling impaired
Your legs won't walk right
Down the hall at the stairs
You've got a book that you need to read
Maybe Sunday things will go your way
Maybe Monday you'll wake up
Got too many enemies to make
Maybe Tuesday you'll wake up
Now it's Wednesday again
Thursday is the worst day
So on Friday you can earn your pay
Maybe Saturday
Is that what kind of person you are?
Is this what you long to be?
It takes all your time and effort
For a moment of clarity
Is that what kind of person you are?
Is this what you long to be?
It takes all your time and your effort
Is this what kind of person you are?"
Maybe Sunday things will go your way
Maybe Monday you'll wake up
Got too many enemies to make
Maybe Tuesday you'll wake up
Now it's Wednesday again
Thursday is the worst day
So on Friday you can earn your pay
Maybe Saturday
"Wednesday's Song" by John Frusciante
You'll make it through the day
See things another way and behold
Listen to wednesday's song
This night you go home alone
How the sane go upright
How you look another night
You're back under my hat
And even knowing that you're a whore
Nothing ever meant more
That switching rooms through a door
Out into another one
Frames flash inward
And you know
I have seen the world enough
I've drowned in my thoughts alot
I canceled heaven I concede
Another word to say
When everything's O.K you go down
And pulling up the slack
And never coming back
An alarm
Ringing to set the sun
No one ever becomes
What others thought they shoul've been
Inside they're what they can see
You know I do miss this girl
To show I am in a swirl of sun
Being what I've got
The joy
I canceled heaven I concede
Everything that I belive
I canceled heaven I concede
There aren't that many songs with Wednesday in them...unless I'm wrong of course. I probably am.
That's all for now.
"Wednesday Again" by the Selfies
"It's a common mistake
Brilliant in most obvious ways
What did you expect
Nutured from your earliest days
You made a perfect circle
All around the world it occured
The sight of inspiration
Then again my vision was .... blurred
Maybe Sunday things will go your way
Maybe Monday you'll wake up
Got too many enemies to make
Maybe Tuesday you'll wake up
Now it's Wednesday again
Thursday is the worst day
So on Friday you can earn your pay
Maybe Saturday
Some say it's surrounding
Some say it's a chemical flaw
False adversting
Knee deep in the thick of it all
Your feeling impaired
Your legs won't walk right
Down the hall at the stairs
You've got a book that you need to read
Maybe Sunday things will go your way
Maybe Monday you'll wake up
Got too many enemies to make
Maybe Tuesday you'll wake up
Now it's Wednesday again
Thursday is the worst day
So on Friday you can earn your pay
Maybe Saturday
Is that what kind of person you are?
Is this what you long to be?
It takes all your time and effort
For a moment of clarity
Is that what kind of person you are?
Is this what you long to be?
It takes all your time and your effort
Is this what kind of person you are?"
Maybe Sunday things will go your way
Maybe Monday you'll wake up
Got too many enemies to make
Maybe Tuesday you'll wake up
Now it's Wednesday again
Thursday is the worst day
So on Friday you can earn your pay
Maybe Saturday
"Wednesday's Song" by John Frusciante
You'll make it through the day
See things another way and behold
Listen to wednesday's song
This night you go home alone
How the sane go upright
How you look another night
You're back under my hat
And even knowing that you're a whore
Nothing ever meant more
That switching rooms through a door
Out into another one
Frames flash inward
And you know
I have seen the world enough
I've drowned in my thoughts alot
I canceled heaven I concede
Another word to say
When everything's O.K you go down
And pulling up the slack
And never coming back
An alarm
Ringing to set the sun
No one ever becomes
What others thought they shoul've been
Inside they're what they can see
You know I do miss this girl
To show I am in a swirl of sun
Being what I've got
The joy
I canceled heaven I concede
Everything that I belive
I canceled heaven I concede
There aren't that many songs with Wednesday in them...unless I'm wrong of course. I probably am.
That's all for now.
Friday, June 16, 2006
I Came, I Performed, I Did OK
Greetings and welcome back to The Un-Zone, the only site on the Internet devoted to all things related to Un. It's time for one of those updates that make this site so wonderfully Un-esque.
As I stated earlier in my last post, I would give an update on how things went with the Open Mic thing at Stanford and Sons. The quick and easy version: It went pretty well. People laughed at my jokes and I used up all three minutes. The end. You now can leave.
But you all probably want something more than that. Well, here it is, in glorious technicolor detail. With some ramblings and tangents to other topics. Buckle up cause it might take a while of your time. As if you have anything better to do. If you did, you wouldn't be reading this blog, now would you?
I arrived there at 6:30, as I am a big stickler on being at places early. Nobody was there except the guy running the place and another relatively new guy at this. Just my luck. When 7:00 rolled around, nearly everyone was there (at least those who were going to perform). The pre-comedy meeting should have started by then, but then again, nothing ever starts on time. So I got to talk to a lady from Arkansas who became a Tibetan Buddhist and a guy who was perpetually drunk. I always seem to manage to meet the strangest yet nicest people around.
A quick tangent. Stanford and Sons is smoky. People smoke cigarettes like they're about to disappear the next day. And the booze flows. Real gritty place. It's not the nice spic and span places you find in New York or Chicago or Los Angeles. Which makes it so declasse. God, I sound so weird right now. Anyways...
It's finally showtime and people are giving me advice. This crazy guy who has the nickname of Chicken and who starred in cinematic classics like XXX and Blackhawk Down. The dude is crazy and will do anything for a laugh. And did he make people laugh by bumping and grinding in front of a guy's face and pretending he was having sex with Bigfoot. Go figure. Some of the people were not so funny and some were funny. One girl had a lighter shaped like a penis. Strange. Real strange. Yadda yadda yadda. Blah blah blah.
It's my turn. So I go on stage and begin with the classic of: "I've got three minutes to make you laugh. Just like having sex. But with an extra two and a half minutes." After that, it went swimmingly well. At least so I thought and so did the rest of the audience.
Some comedy tips. At least stuff I've figured out. Jokes that are too cerebral (i.e. jokes about stuff like the Bhagavad Gita) are not funny. It is a subject that few people will understand. Jokes about sex, however, are pretty funny. You can't go wrong with them unless you're in Westburo Baptist Church. That's a different story. Making fun of yourself is a good thing as if you can laugh at yourself, people can laugh at you. If you do go into matters that are racist or even stereotypical, well, be careful. Some people get offended by that. If, however, you are making Asian jokes and you are Asian, well, that's different. You're making fun of yourself technically so the audience thinks it's cool to laugh. The use of the certain four letter words is fine. But using them over and over again in the same sentence like "I'm like what the is that is doing? Is that on crack?" gets tedious and therefore not as funny as you think it is. I do use profanity, but using it that much to "sound" funny, no. And finally, be yourself, plow on through, and have fun. That's the important thing. If you're confident and you're having fun, the audience will laugh sooner or later. Maybe it might be when you walk off stage because you stunk worse than a runover skunk in the middle of the highway during a summer day.
Yes, I made jokes about Asian stereotypes like eating dogs, having an Asian mother, and other stuff of that ilk. But I made it funny. I did, however, reached the time limit of three minutes. The emcee said that I did a damn good job for a first-timer at Open Mic. And he got into the act by thanking me for not doing three minutes of calculus jokes. Oddly enough, I could make three minutes worth of calculus jokes, but that's not funny. Unless you're a mathematician.
It was a fun, albeit way too smoky experience. I will have to wash my clothes thoroughly to get rid of the stench of cigarette smoke out of them. That's the only downside.
That's all for now.
As I stated earlier in my last post, I would give an update on how things went with the Open Mic thing at Stanford and Sons. The quick and easy version: It went pretty well. People laughed at my jokes and I used up all three minutes. The end. You now can leave.
But you all probably want something more than that. Well, here it is, in glorious technicolor detail. With some ramblings and tangents to other topics. Buckle up cause it might take a while of your time. As if you have anything better to do. If you did, you wouldn't be reading this blog, now would you?
I arrived there at 6:30, as I am a big stickler on being at places early. Nobody was there except the guy running the place and another relatively new guy at this. Just my luck. When 7:00 rolled around, nearly everyone was there (at least those who were going to perform). The pre-comedy meeting should have started by then, but then again, nothing ever starts on time. So I got to talk to a lady from Arkansas who became a Tibetan Buddhist and a guy who was perpetually drunk. I always seem to manage to meet the strangest yet nicest people around.
A quick tangent. Stanford and Sons is smoky. People smoke cigarettes like they're about to disappear the next day. And the booze flows. Real gritty place. It's not the nice spic and span places you find in New York or Chicago or Los Angeles. Which makes it so declasse. God, I sound so weird right now. Anyways...
It's finally showtime and people are giving me advice. This crazy guy who has the nickname of Chicken and who starred in cinematic classics like XXX and Blackhawk Down. The dude is crazy and will do anything for a laugh. And did he make people laugh by bumping and grinding in front of a guy's face and pretending he was having sex with Bigfoot. Go figure. Some of the people were not so funny and some were funny. One girl had a lighter shaped like a penis. Strange. Real strange. Yadda yadda yadda. Blah blah blah.
It's my turn. So I go on stage and begin with the classic of: "I've got three minutes to make you laugh. Just like having sex. But with an extra two and a half minutes." After that, it went swimmingly well. At least so I thought and so did the rest of the audience.
Some comedy tips. At least stuff I've figured out. Jokes that are too cerebral (i.e. jokes about stuff like the Bhagavad Gita) are not funny. It is a subject that few people will understand. Jokes about sex, however, are pretty funny. You can't go wrong with them unless you're in Westburo Baptist Church. That's a different story. Making fun of yourself is a good thing as if you can laugh at yourself, people can laugh at you. If you do go into matters that are racist or even stereotypical, well, be careful. Some people get offended by that. If, however, you are making Asian jokes and you are Asian, well, that's different. You're making fun of yourself technically so the audience thinks it's cool to laugh. The use of the certain four letter words is fine. But using them over and over again in the same sentence like "I'm like what the
Yes, I made jokes about Asian stereotypes like eating dogs, having an Asian mother, and other stuff of that ilk. But I made it funny. I did, however, reached the time limit of three minutes. The emcee said that I did a damn good job for a first-timer at Open Mic. And he got into the act by thanking me for not doing three minutes of calculus jokes. Oddly enough, I could make three minutes worth of calculus jokes, but that's not funny. Unless you're a mathematician.
It was a fun, albeit way too smoky experience. I will have to wash my clothes thoroughly to get rid of the stench of cigarette smoke out of them. That's the only downside.
That's all for now.
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
Performing at Stanford and Sons
Greetings and welcome back to The Un-Zone, the only site on the Internet devoted to all things related to Un. It's time for an update. A quick and short one.
I called Stanford and Sons five minutes ago and I'm on the list. So I am performing tonight at 8:00 PM. This will be the first time I try some stuff out. So this will be interesting. I will either be funny or not funny. That's it. Please come and watch. I beg of you. Will report what happens.
That's all for now.
I called Stanford and Sons five minutes ago and I'm on the list. So I am performing tonight at 8:00 PM. This will be the first time I try some stuff out. So this will be interesting. I will either be funny or not funny. That's it. Please come and watch. I beg of you. Will report what happens.
That's all for now.
Monday, June 12, 2006
Open Mic at Stanford and Sons
"Humor is just another defense against the universe."
-Mel Brooks
Greetings and welcome back to The Un-Zone, the only site on the Internet devoted to all things related to Un. Or so what I have been led to believe given the Internet searches I have done lately.
Tomorrow, I embark on something that I have wanted to do and that is called stand-up comedy. I am signing up to perform a three-minute stand-up comedy routine at Stanford and Sons, located in Overland Park, or the OP. It's an open mic night where wannabe comedians go out on stage and prove they've got a sense of humor.
In all reality, I should be more focused on getting a job for next summer, studying for the MPRE and the Bar Exam--activities I have not done so well on. My track record is not so great. Given that I should graduate from law school (assuming I don't fail or get expelled) next year, these activities should be a number one priority in my life. But I've got to perform and this seems like a safer and much better alternative than cracking jokes while cross-examining a witness in a trial or trying to weasel my way out of a future traffic ticket.
I don't know what's going on in my head at this time. I have this urge to be a comic instead of a lawyer despite my dislike of talking or doing anything in front of large(two or more) groups of people. And being a comic requires just that.
If I do make it on the sign-up list, the showtime is 8:00 PM. And there will be the nervous waiting. And the lingering doubts of whether or not I have decent material and if I will bomb. Hopefully, if I do make it on the list, I will do well and make some people laugh. If not, there is always the June 27th date. And I shall have to suppress the urge until then.
That's all for now.
-Mel Brooks
Greetings and welcome back to The Un-Zone, the only site on the Internet devoted to all things related to Un. Or so what I have been led to believe given the Internet searches I have done lately.
Tomorrow, I embark on something that I have wanted to do and that is called stand-up comedy. I am signing up to perform a three-minute stand-up comedy routine at Stanford and Sons, located in Overland Park, or the OP. It's an open mic night where wannabe comedians go out on stage and prove they've got a sense of humor.
In all reality, I should be more focused on getting a job for next summer, studying for the MPRE and the Bar Exam--activities I have not done so well on. My track record is not so great. Given that I should graduate from law school (assuming I don't fail or get expelled) next year, these activities should be a number one priority in my life. But I've got to perform and this seems like a safer and much better alternative than cracking jokes while cross-examining a witness in a trial or trying to weasel my way out of a future traffic ticket.
I don't know what's going on in my head at this time. I have this urge to be a comic instead of a lawyer despite my dislike of talking or doing anything in front of large(two or more) groups of people. And being a comic requires just that.
If I do make it on the sign-up list, the showtime is 8:00 PM. And there will be the nervous waiting. And the lingering doubts of whether or not I have decent material and if I will bomb. Hopefully, if I do make it on the list, I will do well and make some people laugh. If not, there is always the June 27th date. And I shall have to suppress the urge until then.
That's all for now.
Sunday, June 04, 2006
I Can't Dance, I Can't Walk
"No, I cant dance, I cant talk.
The only thing about me is the way I walk.
No, I cant dance, I cant sing
Im just standing here selling everything."
-Genesis, "I Can't Dance"
Greetings and welcome back to The Un-Zone, the only site on the Internet devoted to all things related to Un, which is my favorite topic. It's time for an update to this little blog.
You may have noticed the song lyrics posted so prominently on the top of this post and there is a reason for it. I went out and took dance lessons in various forms of country dancing like the two-step, the polka, the waltz, etc. This is despite the fact that I have no rhythm, no sense of timing, no sense of balance, no grace, and well, let's just face it, I have two left feet.
I've always known that I can't control my body very well. I was always the kid who got picked last in sports. I have no hand-eye coordination. Physical activities are not my forte. Give me a physics problem to solve and I can give you an answer in no time at all. Give me the task of learning how to dance a waltz, let alone walk in a straight line, I'm pretty much hopeless. OK, put bluntly, I am S-C-R-E-W-E-D. No way is that possible. I think some of it is due to my time in the school of engineering when I was in college. If you look at the feet of engineering majors, they walk with one foot sticking out, generally the right one. Honest to God, it's true. I've noticed it. Just look carefully the next time you see an engineering student or an engineer for that matter.
And yet, despite this, I actually signed up for a dancing class. I'm not exactly sure why I signed up. Maybe some irrational part of my brain thinks that this will be a good experience and it will prove to be useful later in life. Like when, if it does happen, I get married. Whenever that happens. Or maybe earlier, like if I happen to meet a girl who like doing the two-step and I'm the only person around. Or the only one willing to go on the dance floor. And I sweep her off her feet with my natural charm and suave dance moves. Yeah right. Yes, that's another event that seems unlikely to happen in my life. Do you note the sarcastic/depricating humor that infests these posts. I digress.
I don't have lofty expectations. I don't expect, once I've taken all the lessons, to walk upon air or to move with the grace of Fred Astaire. If that happens, that would be a major miracle. Nope. If I come out of the classes without knocking out, killing, maiming or injuring a person, that's good. I would be happy with that, as hospital bills can be so expensive. If I come out of the classes with even the tiniest iota more of grace and ending up with 1.99 left feet, that's an accomplishment.
To summarize what happened at the dance class, I did not injure or kill anyone due to my clumsiness. Quick-quick-slow-slow. Triple step. Ten step, which involves lots of heel tapping and stomping. I do, however, tend to drift to the left, but I generally have good form. Which is a start...somewhat. Hey, I can't complain too much. All in all, it was a fine experience. I actually kind of liked it.
That's all for now.
The only thing about me is the way I walk.
No, I cant dance, I cant sing
Im just standing here selling everything."
-Genesis, "I Can't Dance"
Greetings and welcome back to The Un-Zone, the only site on the Internet devoted to all things related to Un, which is my favorite topic. It's time for an update to this little blog.
You may have noticed the song lyrics posted so prominently on the top of this post and there is a reason for it. I went out and took dance lessons in various forms of country dancing like the two-step, the polka, the waltz, etc. This is despite the fact that I have no rhythm, no sense of timing, no sense of balance, no grace, and well, let's just face it, I have two left feet.
I've always known that I can't control my body very well. I was always the kid who got picked last in sports. I have no hand-eye coordination. Physical activities are not my forte. Give me a physics problem to solve and I can give you an answer in no time at all. Give me the task of learning how to dance a waltz, let alone walk in a straight line, I'm pretty much hopeless. OK, put bluntly, I am S-C-R-E-W-E-D. No way is that possible. I think some of it is due to my time in the school of engineering when I was in college. If you look at the feet of engineering majors, they walk with one foot sticking out, generally the right one. Honest to God, it's true. I've noticed it. Just look carefully the next time you see an engineering student or an engineer for that matter.
And yet, despite this, I actually signed up for a dancing class. I'm not exactly sure why I signed up. Maybe some irrational part of my brain thinks that this will be a good experience and it will prove to be useful later in life. Like when, if it does happen, I get married. Whenever that happens. Or maybe earlier, like if I happen to meet a girl who like doing the two-step and I'm the only person around. Or the only one willing to go on the dance floor. And I sweep her off her feet with my natural charm and suave dance moves. Yeah right. Yes, that's another event that seems unlikely to happen in my life. Do you note the sarcastic/depricating humor that infests these posts. I digress.
I don't have lofty expectations. I don't expect, once I've taken all the lessons, to walk upon air or to move with the grace of Fred Astaire. If that happens, that would be a major miracle. Nope. If I come out of the classes without knocking out, killing, maiming or injuring a person, that's good. I would be happy with that, as hospital bills can be so expensive. If I come out of the classes with even the tiniest iota more of grace and ending up with 1.99 left feet, that's an accomplishment.
To summarize what happened at the dance class, I did not injure or kill anyone due to my clumsiness. Quick-quick-slow-slow. Triple step. Ten step, which involves lots of heel tapping and stomping. I do, however, tend to drift to the left, but I generally have good form. Which is a start...somewhat. Hey, I can't complain too much. All in all, it was a fine experience. I actually kind of liked it.
That's all for now.
Thursday, June 01, 2006
Standup Comedy
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I seriously thinking about doing stand-up comedy. Yes, you heard me right, a stand-up comic. In addition to being a lawyer. Go figure.
And why, you may ask? For several simple reasons. One, I am funny. Well, many people have told me that they find me funny (humorous, not crazy, though I've been called that also). This is after listening to me perform at two Pub Nights and an amateur comedy competition. Two, I find being funny and performing in front of people to be something I enjoy doing. One could say that I find the experience of performing funny material in front of people less of a stressful event than arguing a summary judgment in front of a law school professor. This does not bode too well for a future legal career in front of juries. And three, well, did I mention I get this high when I perform. While I'm being funny, I can't stop it. Everything just goes away and I can do what I want. It's this weird feeling.
One of these days, I'm going to an open-mic night at Stanford's Comedy Club. Just perform a three minute routine and if it goes well, it goes well. If not, hey, that's how it goes. It should be an interesting experience.
That's all for now.
I seriously thinking about doing stand-up comedy. Yes, you heard me right, a stand-up comic. In addition to being a lawyer. Go figure.
And why, you may ask? For several simple reasons. One, I am funny. Well, many people have told me that they find me funny (humorous, not crazy, though I've been called that also). This is after listening to me perform at two Pub Nights and an amateur comedy competition. Two, I find being funny and performing in front of people to be something I enjoy doing. One could say that I find the experience of performing funny material in front of people less of a stressful event than arguing a summary judgment in front of a law school professor. This does not bode too well for a future legal career in front of juries. And three, well, did I mention I get this high when I perform. While I'm being funny, I can't stop it. Everything just goes away and I can do what I want. It's this weird feeling.
One of these days, I'm going to an open-mic night at Stanford's Comedy Club. Just perform a three minute routine and if it goes well, it goes well. If not, hey, that's how it goes. It should be an interesting experience.
That's all for now.
Monday, May 29, 2006
A Weather Related Update and Story
Greetings and welcome back to The Un-Zone, the quasi-regularly updated site on the Internet devoted to all things related to Un. You've probably guessed it, it is time to post something on this blog.
I've lived in Kansas all of my life, but I am not a fan of the weather. Especially when it's the summer.
I really hate it when it is 90+ degrees outside and sticky and humid. My shirt just sticks onto my back and I hate that feeling. Then again, I know some people who actually enjoy this type of weather, as it reminds them of home, where it is always like this or those who enjoy hot weather. Those people are, in my opinion, very strange. What even sucks more is when the AC goes out.
I don't mind the severe weather like thunderstorms and lightning and torrential rain and hail. I guess I like seeing stuff like that outside my window. I get a kick out of shows that show video clips of natural disasters. Especially when they show a tornado blowing through a neighborhood or a volcano spewing out molten lava onto houses.
Then again, I once spent a summer at Harvard University when I was in high school. This was in 1999. If you've ever read the materials they send out (describing the university and the housing), one would think that such an august establishment of higher learning would have excellent housing. At least dorms with heating and cooling. Nope.
Since this was a historical university and since I was just a high school student, the dorms were the freshman dorms. The ones without central air, as renovations would be too costly. And besides, it rarely gets "hot" in Boston. All a bunch of lies. It regularly was in the lower to mid nineties, thereby making the dorm room temperatures get up to the upper eighties or low nineties. The guys in Wigglesworth A, Room 101, "appropriated" several fans from the Harvard Rental place. This dropped the temperature to a bearable level. When combined with open windows and other means, it was somewhat pleasant. This is all relative, as somewhat pleasant was something like near eighty.
This made studying inside the dorm a nasty thing. You could read something mundane as a book on political science (not the most exciting material) and five minutes later, be as sweaty as a jockstrap worn by a 300 pound offensive lineman. I spent as much time outside the dorm as possible. Preferably in a building with blessedly cold air conditioning.
Which reminds me, not that many buildings on campus had air conditioning. The newer buildings like the School of Government and the Law School had AC, but the other much older buildings in Harvard Yard did not. Some did, but it worked..well...like a Russian Roulette game. Not fun. Even though the weather and building conditions sucked, it was an educational and fun summer for a kid from Kansas.
That's all for now.
I've lived in Kansas all of my life, but I am not a fan of the weather. Especially when it's the summer.
I really hate it when it is 90+ degrees outside and sticky and humid. My shirt just sticks onto my back and I hate that feeling. Then again, I know some people who actually enjoy this type of weather, as it reminds them of home, where it is always like this or those who enjoy hot weather. Those people are, in my opinion, very strange. What even sucks more is when the AC goes out.
I don't mind the severe weather like thunderstorms and lightning and torrential rain and hail. I guess I like seeing stuff like that outside my window. I get a kick out of shows that show video clips of natural disasters. Especially when they show a tornado blowing through a neighborhood or a volcano spewing out molten lava onto houses.
Then again, I once spent a summer at Harvard University when I was in high school. This was in 1999. If you've ever read the materials they send out (describing the university and the housing), one would think that such an august establishment of higher learning would have excellent housing. At least dorms with heating and cooling. Nope.
Since this was a historical university and since I was just a high school student, the dorms were the freshman dorms. The ones without central air, as renovations would be too costly. And besides, it rarely gets "hot" in Boston. All a bunch of lies. It regularly was in the lower to mid nineties, thereby making the dorm room temperatures get up to the upper eighties or low nineties. The guys in Wigglesworth A, Room 101, "appropriated" several fans from the Harvard Rental place. This dropped the temperature to a bearable level. When combined with open windows and other means, it was somewhat pleasant. This is all relative, as somewhat pleasant was something like near eighty.
This made studying inside the dorm a nasty thing. You could read something mundane as a book on political science (not the most exciting material) and five minutes later, be as sweaty as a jockstrap worn by a 300 pound offensive lineman. I spent as much time outside the dorm as possible. Preferably in a building with blessedly cold air conditioning.
Which reminds me, not that many buildings on campus had air conditioning. The newer buildings like the School of Government and the Law School had AC, but the other much older buildings in Harvard Yard did not. Some did, but it worked..well...like a Russian Roulette game. Not fun. Even though the weather and building conditions sucked, it was an educational and fun summer for a kid from Kansas.
That's all for now.
Sunday, May 21, 2006
Weekend Update
Greetings and welcome back to The Un-Zone, the only semi-regularly updated site on the Internet devoted to all things related to Un. At least it's the only site of its kind that I know of that does any updates about this topic. Yeah, so this is it. The only one, unless there is another site around the Web that I don't know of. This post, I will have to warn you, will be totally random and may sound like something a drunken recollection or a society column written by a vapid party-person. Which I am not.
Anyways...I went to a party on Friday and saw a bunch of people from the law school over there. Nice to see them for, what is possibly, the only time before the new fall semester begins. Unless I randomly happen to see them somewhere around in Lawrence like at a store. Highly unlikely. I am a man of shadows and I silently lurk and creep. Sorry. Had to get that out of the system.
I did have an amusing time watching people drink copious amounts of beer and other assorted beverages that most likely contained alcohol, like the suspect red liquid that most likely was cherry Kool-Aid or fruit punch spiked with liqour. Ah...and done with true diva style and flair. Few people could pull it off with such (excuse me while I use a style of English I rarely use) fantabulous diva-esque skills. To be so lucky to be in this person's presence. Wow...that was scary. Anyways...back to the red liquid. I'm guessing it was Kool-Aid. To use some law jargon that really has no concrete, black and white meaning but several shades of gray, this belief was not mere suspicion, but the level for probable cause. Given last year's wonderful brown bag liqour and her reputation for doing things with style, it's very likely. You've gotta love it. An all-around all-star.
The beer pong tournament was, to say the least, interesting. Very entertaining. Especially when people start trash-talking and when certain all-women teams start beating the guys. There was one team of girls who, despite claiming a lack of beer-pong knowledge or skills, took a game to triple overtime. Whenever you hear stuff like that, be careful, as one of them or both, will turn out to be a natural at the game. Or they will make clutch shots when it counts. Squirting Coca Cola out of one's nose adds to the fun factor. That and when the all-girl team starts doing "distractions" like the ever-popular and crowd-pleasing hip gyrations and other bar-dancing moves, it's even a more interesting time. Fun. Oh so fun. I wish I had taken pictures. Lots of them. As the trite phrase goes, you should have been there in person.
I did take some pictures as the unofficial "random picture" person. I didn't take too many as the battery went out and I had to replace that. I also, despite my several years of computer science, am not very good with technology. It took a while to learn how to operate the thing. Well, I did manage to take pictures of people, but by that time, quite a few people left. But I did manage to get some pretty interesting ones. Like the picture of the beer keg, the aftermath of the beer pong tournament, complete with empty cups, some action pictures of the games in progress, and some very random shots. Not a bad job, but probably could have been done much better. Richard Avedon, I am not. All in all, it was a pretty cool time. Enjoyed it.
In other news...I am planning on writing another novel for NaNoWriMo 2006, as it went so well last time. No law school related novel this time. Something different, like one of those fiction paperbacks you find at airplane bookshops. Lots of action and guns blazing. At least I will make good use of all the odd and random information floating around in my head.
That's all for now.
Anyways...I went to a party on Friday and saw a bunch of people from the law school over there. Nice to see them for, what is possibly, the only time before the new fall semester begins. Unless I randomly happen to see them somewhere around in Lawrence like at a store. Highly unlikely. I am a man of shadows and I silently lurk and creep. Sorry. Had to get that out of the system.
I did have an amusing time watching people drink copious amounts of beer and other assorted beverages that most likely contained alcohol, like the suspect red liquid that most likely was cherry Kool-Aid or fruit punch spiked with liqour. Ah...and done with true diva style and flair. Few people could pull it off with such (excuse me while I use a style of English I rarely use) fantabulous diva-esque skills. To be so lucky to be in this person's presence. Wow...that was scary. Anyways...back to the red liquid. I'm guessing it was Kool-Aid. To use some law jargon that really has no concrete, black and white meaning but several shades of gray, this belief was not mere suspicion, but the level for probable cause. Given last year's wonderful brown bag liqour and her reputation for doing things with style, it's very likely. You've gotta love it. An all-around all-star.
The beer pong tournament was, to say the least, interesting. Very entertaining. Especially when people start trash-talking and when certain all-women teams start beating the guys. There was one team of girls who, despite claiming a lack of beer-pong knowledge or skills, took a game to triple overtime. Whenever you hear stuff like that, be careful, as one of them or both, will turn out to be a natural at the game. Or they will make clutch shots when it counts. Squirting Coca Cola out of one's nose adds to the fun factor. That and when the all-girl team starts doing "distractions" like the ever-popular and crowd-pleasing hip gyrations and other bar-dancing moves, it's even a more interesting time. Fun. Oh so fun. I wish I had taken pictures. Lots of them. As the trite phrase goes, you should have been there in person.
I did take some pictures as the unofficial "random picture" person. I didn't take too many as the battery went out and I had to replace that. I also, despite my several years of computer science, am not very good with technology. It took a while to learn how to operate the thing. Well, I did manage to take pictures of people, but by that time, quite a few people left. But I did manage to get some pretty interesting ones. Like the picture of the beer keg, the aftermath of the beer pong tournament, complete with empty cups, some action pictures of the games in progress, and some very random shots. Not a bad job, but probably could have been done much better. Richard Avedon, I am not. All in all, it was a pretty cool time. Enjoyed it.
In other news...I am planning on writing another novel for NaNoWriMo 2006, as it went so well last time. No law school related novel this time. Something different, like one of those fiction paperbacks you find at airplane bookshops. Lots of action and guns blazing. At least I will make good use of all the odd and random information floating around in my head.
That's all for now.
Friday, May 19, 2006
It's Friday, Time to Update
"I don't care if Monday's blue
Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too
Thursday I don't care about you
It's Friday I'm in love
Monday you can fall apart
Tuesday Wednesday break my heart
Thursday doesn't even start
It's Friday I'm in love
Saturday wait
And Sunday always comes too late
But Friday never hesitate..."
-The Cure, "Friday I'm In Love"
Greetings and welcome back to The Un-Zone, the only site that I know of on the Internet devoted to all things related to Un. Using the government's idea of what considers accurate accounting, over a million people have visited this site. Yes, that many people have visited this site. Oh...that counter thingy down there doesn't read a million...I see. Please disregard the counter on the bottom. It's all wrong. Totally wrong.
To sum up this week's events...nothing much happened. I finished another semester of law school by taking four finals in 48 hours. That's pretty much it with law school until August. One of my friends from my days in Manhattan got engaged, so I'm happy for her. I'm going to a party tonight and following that with a nice weekend before the next week starts.
What? I'm actually going to a party? That's pretty strange coming from me, as I generally avoid social events. I go to WIL Pub Night and I went to a law school function once, but that's it. This is quite possibly, one of the few non-law school related events I go to. Which tells you something. I have no social life. That's it. One cannot conclude anything else from that statement. Or I have other reasons to go there.
Like listening to super-loud music. Or seeing law school students play beer pong with drunken abandon. This is where one sees how, despite drinking lots of adult beverages made from the fermentation of hops, malt, and other grains, law school students have some vestiges of hand-eye coordination. It's quite a show.
OK, I go there for the people watching. I find it fascinationg. One could say that I'm a natually-born watcher. It's pretty amusing to just see people and how they interact with each other and with the environment. Especially when they've had one drink too many and are losing their sense of social inhibition and/or their motor skill coordination.
So I'm amused by watching drunk people, tempered with a tinge of guilt and mortification. It's kind of like watching an accident waiting to happen in slow motion. It probably sounds pretty tacky or blase, but face it, it is pretty fun to watch drunk people. Especially when you're sober and can remember it all. As a Greek proverb states, "I fear the man who drinks water and so remembers this morning what the rest of us said last night." Well, I'm the guy who stays sober and remembers things very well. Be careful...
This should be very fun for all involved. Now I must prepare for this drunken reverie that is for a good cause, just like any other event involving large amounts of alcohol.
That's all for now.
Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too
Thursday I don't care about you
It's Friday I'm in love
Monday you can fall apart
Tuesday Wednesday break my heart
Thursday doesn't even start
It's Friday I'm in love
Saturday wait
And Sunday always comes too late
But Friday never hesitate..."
-The Cure, "Friday I'm In Love"
Greetings and welcome back to The Un-Zone, the only site that I know of on the Internet devoted to all things related to Un. Using the government's idea of what considers accurate accounting, over a million people have visited this site. Yes, that many people have visited this site. Oh...that counter thingy down there doesn't read a million...I see. Please disregard the counter on the bottom. It's all wrong. Totally wrong.
To sum up this week's events...nothing much happened. I finished another semester of law school by taking four finals in 48 hours. That's pretty much it with law school until August. One of my friends from my days in Manhattan got engaged, so I'm happy for her. I'm going to a party tonight and following that with a nice weekend before the next week starts.
What? I'm actually going to a party? That's pretty strange coming from me, as I generally avoid social events. I go to WIL Pub Night and I went to a law school function once, but that's it. This is quite possibly, one of the few non-law school related events I go to. Which tells you something. I have no social life. That's it. One cannot conclude anything else from that statement. Or I have other reasons to go there.
Like listening to super-loud music. Or seeing law school students play beer pong with drunken abandon. This is where one sees how, despite drinking lots of adult beverages made from the fermentation of hops, malt, and other grains, law school students have some vestiges of hand-eye coordination. It's quite a show.
OK, I go there for the people watching. I find it fascinationg. One could say that I'm a natually-born watcher. It's pretty amusing to just see people and how they interact with each other and with the environment. Especially when they've had one drink too many and are losing their sense of social inhibition and/or their motor skill coordination.
So I'm amused by watching drunk people, tempered with a tinge of guilt and mortification. It's kind of like watching an accident waiting to happen in slow motion. It probably sounds pretty tacky or blase, but face it, it is pretty fun to watch drunk people. Especially when you're sober and can remember it all. As a Greek proverb states, "I fear the man who drinks water and so remembers this morning what the rest of us said last night." Well, I'm the guy who stays sober and remembers things very well. Be careful...
This should be very fun for all involved. Now I must prepare for this drunken reverie that is for a good cause, just like any other event involving large amounts of alcohol.
That's all for now.
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
Finals...Part Two
Greetings and welcome back to The Un-Zone, the somewhat regularly updated site on the Internet devoted to all things related to Un. It's time for a post-final, but not over with them update.
I just finished my first final for today. Yes, I have another one after this at 2:00 PM. Yes, I have four finals in two days. And yes, I have mentioned this fact for the gazillionth freaking time already. And yes, I will say for the gazillionth time that I must be crazy, stupid, a masochist, or a combination of all three for even doing this endeavor when I could have done something less strenuous. But I'm still standing and still functioning, so I guess I am doing OK for now. I may not be after I take the final final today. My last final until December 2006. Then it starts all over again. I just love law school.
I guess that trying to study for four finals in such a short amount of time has messed with my reading skills. I was writing my eassy down for International Economic Law and I guess I failed to note that the professor wanted the answer written in a specific format. Mr. Murphy struck and when I realized that fact, I was halfway done. And I had written it in ink, as per instructions. Now wasn't that stupid?
So I decided to rewrite the whole thing again in a brand new bluebook, as one can never be too sure if the professor will take off points for not following the instructions. This is law school, of course, and every point counts when you have an inanely foolish thing called a "madatory curve" that will mess up your chances of getting an A, but will most likely give people who really deserve an F a gentleman's C. It happens quite a bit at law school. Though some professors actually give people D's and F's for doing a major work of suckage on finals. Very rare. Very rare. Yes, I rewrote the entire essay over again. I really must be crazy to do that. Next time, I shall read the instructions a bit closer. This does not bode well for my future lawyer skills.
Yay. I have a Professional Responsibilty exam at 2:00 PM. Must have lunch first. That and quite possibly a large amount of caffeine to keep me awake. Must preserve some brain cells.
That's all for now.
I just finished my first final for today. Yes, I have another one after this at 2:00 PM. Yes, I have four finals in two days. And yes, I have mentioned this fact for the gazillionth freaking time already. And yes, I will say for the gazillionth time that I must be crazy, stupid, a masochist, or a combination of all three for even doing this endeavor when I could have done something less strenuous. But I'm still standing and still functioning, so I guess I am doing OK for now. I may not be after I take the final final today. My last final until December 2006. Then it starts all over again. I just love law school.
I guess that trying to study for four finals in such a short amount of time has messed with my reading skills. I was writing my eassy down for International Economic Law and I guess I failed to note that the professor wanted the answer written in a specific format. Mr. Murphy struck and when I realized that fact, I was halfway done. And I had written it in ink, as per instructions. Now wasn't that stupid?
So I decided to rewrite the whole thing again in a brand new bluebook, as one can never be too sure if the professor will take off points for not following the instructions. This is law school, of course, and every point counts when you have an inanely foolish thing called a "madatory curve" that will mess up your chances of getting an A, but will most likely give people who really deserve an F a gentleman's C. It happens quite a bit at law school. Though some professors actually give people D's and F's for doing a major work of suckage on finals. Very rare. Very rare. Yes, I rewrote the entire essay over again. I really must be crazy to do that. Next time, I shall read the instructions a bit closer. This does not bode well for my future lawyer skills.
Yay. I have a Professional Responsibilty exam at 2:00 PM. Must have lunch first. That and quite possibly a large amount of caffeine to keep me awake. Must preserve some brain cells.
That's all for now.
Monday, May 15, 2006
Finals...Part One
Greetings and welcome back to The Un-Zone, the no-so-ready-for-consistent-posting blog devoted to all things related to Un. It's time for one of those updates.
I've got about an hour before I take my first law school final today. After a lunch break, I've got another final. First is Payment Systems and then comes Land Transactions. Oh the joy. Oh the unbridled joy. I just can't wait. Actually, I can wait, but if I did, I probably would not show up for the final and fail the class, thereby making this situation worse. And that doesn't look good on the ol' transcript and it makes for embarassing conversations with lawyers and other law school students...
As if that wasn't fun enough, I have two more finals tomorrow. International Economic Law and yes, Professional Responsibility. Oh, that should be such a great way to top off a lovely finals schedule. I really should look at the finals schedule and make better class selections.
But I don't. I must be a sucker for punishment. Or really dumb. Or I like the classes so much that I couldn't care less. Or a combination of all of the above. Either way, I won't be having much fun tonight.
Well, on a different note, congrats to all the law school students graduating this year. Some of you, I have been well acquainted with like Lowenthal, "Mac Daddy" MacRoberts, DiPasquale, and others I failed to mention. I know that you all will be having fun preparing for the most important test of your future career...the bar exam. Now that will be a really good time. Actually, it won't be that fun, but I'm just being sarcastic.
That's all for now.
I've got about an hour before I take my first law school final today. After a lunch break, I've got another final. First is Payment Systems and then comes Land Transactions. Oh the joy. Oh the unbridled joy. I just can't wait. Actually, I can wait, but if I did, I probably would not show up for the final and fail the class, thereby making this situation worse. And that doesn't look good on the ol' transcript and it makes for embarassing conversations with lawyers and other law school students...
As if that wasn't fun enough, I have two more finals tomorrow. International Economic Law and yes, Professional Responsibility. Oh, that should be such a great way to top off a lovely finals schedule. I really should look at the finals schedule and make better class selections.
But I don't. I must be a sucker for punishment. Or really dumb. Or I like the classes so much that I couldn't care less. Or a combination of all of the above. Either way, I won't be having much fun tonight.
Well, on a different note, congrats to all the law school students graduating this year. Some of you, I have been well acquainted with like Lowenthal, "Mac Daddy" MacRoberts, DiPasquale, and others I failed to mention. I know that you all will be having fun preparing for the most important test of your future career...the bar exam. Now that will be a really good time. Actually, it won't be that fun, but I'm just being sarcastic.
That's all for now.
Thursday, May 11, 2006
Interesting Books I've Read
Greetings and welcome back to The Un-Zone, the only site on the Information Superhighway (the only one that I know of at this moment) devoted to all things related to Un. It's time for yet another post to this ever-growing site, now approaching 200 posts without any connection.
As you probably guessed from the title of this post, this is about interesting books that I have read, which probably numbers in the hundreds, if not thousands, as I tend to read a lot. Well, thousands as in number of books I have read, not the number of interesting books. That made no sense. OK, I've read a freaking lot of books, much to the detriment of my social life, which, at this moment, is very lacking or nonexistent. Well, here are some books that I've recently read and found interesting...
The first interesting book is called Duelling Idiots and other Probability Puzzlers. The questions the author poses involve various topics like how to ask an embarrassing question, what's the average length of the World Series, and a strange version of a duel that involves playing Russian Roulette. Thoroughly entertaining if you like math. I like math and I found it particularly scary since I read the explanations and understood the math involved (multivariable calculus, probability theory, etc). I'm a math geek. I can't help it. Even if you aren't so inclined, it's still entertaining, in a geeky kind of way. It might help you understand the mindset of math majors.
On a related note, How to Win. This book does involve math, but on a different level. As in a guide on how to do better in playing such fun games as Blackjack, Poker, Horse Racing, Roulette, etc. It was written by a former casino executive and professional gambler. The book isn't recent, but it gives solid advice on how to turn a novice gambler into a smarter gambler. As he states multiple times in the book, there is no surefire system that will automatically make you a 100% winner. There are only basic rules that can help you, in the long run, from being broke. Those deciding to gamble at Vegas or any other casino should read this nifty book.
The final book, one that I just got this afternoon is I Can't Believe You Asked That, a book devoted to questions that people generally don't ask in public. Questions like "Do Caucasians see lawn care as basic home maintenance, or is it more of a hobby" or "Why don't many women have motor skills" or "Why do so many mentally disabled people have such poor-looking haircuts and 'nerdy' clothing?" Some of the questions just seem to be questions based purely upon stereotypes, such as the questions I have quoted above. Well, to be honest, nearly every question in the books seems to be based upon stereotypes that people have. There is a related website online and some of the questions asked are just as stereotypical like "Why do Indians and Pakistanis seem to own so many businesses like hotels and gas stations?" The book also lists unanswered questions and these seem to also point out stereotypes like Chinese restaurants cooking animals other than chicken, beef, pork, or seafood like cats. Even then, it still is an amusing book, especially when the responses are just as strange and bizarre as the question being asked.
Time to go back to studying for my finals. That's all for now.
As you probably guessed from the title of this post, this is about interesting books that I have read, which probably numbers in the hundreds, if not thousands, as I tend to read a lot. Well, thousands as in number of books I have read, not the number of interesting books. That made no sense. OK, I've read a freaking lot of books, much to the detriment of my social life, which, at this moment, is very lacking or nonexistent. Well, here are some books that I've recently read and found interesting...
The first interesting book is called Duelling Idiots and other Probability Puzzlers. The questions the author poses involve various topics like how to ask an embarrassing question, what's the average length of the World Series, and a strange version of a duel that involves playing Russian Roulette. Thoroughly entertaining if you like math. I like math and I found it particularly scary since I read the explanations and understood the math involved (multivariable calculus, probability theory, etc). I'm a math geek. I can't help it. Even if you aren't so inclined, it's still entertaining, in a geeky kind of way. It might help you understand the mindset of math majors.
On a related note, How to Win. This book does involve math, but on a different level. As in a guide on how to do better in playing such fun games as Blackjack, Poker, Horse Racing, Roulette, etc. It was written by a former casino executive and professional gambler. The book isn't recent, but it gives solid advice on how to turn a novice gambler into a smarter gambler. As he states multiple times in the book, there is no surefire system that will automatically make you a 100% winner. There are only basic rules that can help you, in the long run, from being broke. Those deciding to gamble at Vegas or any other casino should read this nifty book.
The final book, one that I just got this afternoon is I Can't Believe You Asked That, a book devoted to questions that people generally don't ask in public. Questions like "Do Caucasians see lawn care as basic home maintenance, or is it more of a hobby" or "Why don't many women have motor skills" or "Why do so many mentally disabled people have such poor-looking haircuts and 'nerdy' clothing?" Some of the questions just seem to be questions based purely upon stereotypes, such as the questions I have quoted above. Well, to be honest, nearly every question in the books seems to be based upon stereotypes that people have. There is a related website online and some of the questions asked are just as stereotypical like "Why do Indians and Pakistanis seem to own so many businesses like hotels and gas stations?" The book also lists unanswered questions and these seem to also point out stereotypes like Chinese restaurants cooking animals other than chicken, beef, pork, or seafood like cats. Even then, it still is an amusing book, especially when the responses are just as strange and bizarre as the question being asked.
Time to go back to studying for my finals. That's all for now.
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
Some More Random Stuff
Greetings and welcome back to The Un-Zone, the quiet, unassuming site on the Internet devoted to all things related to Un. I think that it's about the right time for me to do one of those semi-regularly scheduled updates. Let's begin...
I just realized that there are a lot of cases to study for my Land Transactions final. I pay attention in class, but I was going through my notes and as I was looking through them, I'm thinking, "There sure are a lot of cases we studied in class. I better organize them..." So I spent a morning reading through the cases again and condensing them down into little paragraphs of maybe two or three sentences at most. Seeing that the professor mentioned something about putting down what page they were on in the casebook/supplement, I added in page numbers. When I was finished, I printed it off. This should allow me enough time to find what I need without spending too much time trying to look for it. Considering that the professor teaching the course enjoys giving questions with multiple parts, this might help just a bit.
There's this girl at KU Law (who is a character herself), who mentioned that I was a pretty cool, albiet strange person. Which in my book, being recognized as "cool, albiet strange" is a pretty good compliment. I generally tend to think that I am invisible and I blend in pretty well into crowds. OK, so I do have some very strange quirks and I possess a compendium of "knowledge" that most people do not even know. And I do have the habit of saying really strange things at the most inopportune time, thereby killing any conversation in a nanosecond. If you read one of my previous posts on figiuring out how to break windows, you probably would know what I am talking(er...writing) about.
Well, to make this rambling/random thread end in a semi-satisfying conclusion, she mentioned the USA Network's "Show Us Your Character" contest. This seems to be up my particular alley (the one behind the Twilight Zone). All I have to do is upload some photos, make a catchy profile, and put up a video (if I feel like putting one up). But what do I show to the world? Ah...there's the rub. So much of me to show...
Now must study for my four remaining finals next week. Four finals in 48 hours. This should prove to be interesting, though not in a particularly fun sort of way. I guess I might be some kind of test-taking masochist. Oh well. I need to rid my mind of all of the foolish and incorrect notions I have about Payment Systems, Internaional Economic Law, Professional Responsibility and Land Transactions. I wonder if I can get extra credit for putting myself through this law school exam torture? It would be nice I think. Next time, I should look at the finals schedule before making class choices. That's what all the smart people at the law school said...
That's all for now.
I just realized that there are a lot of cases to study for my Land Transactions final. I pay attention in class, but I was going through my notes and as I was looking through them, I'm thinking, "There sure are a lot of cases we studied in class. I better organize them..." So I spent a morning reading through the cases again and condensing them down into little paragraphs of maybe two or three sentences at most. Seeing that the professor mentioned something about putting down what page they were on in the casebook/supplement, I added in page numbers. When I was finished, I printed it off. This should allow me enough time to find what I need without spending too much time trying to look for it. Considering that the professor teaching the course enjoys giving questions with multiple parts, this might help just a bit.
There's this girl at KU Law (who is a character herself), who mentioned that I was a pretty cool, albiet strange person. Which in my book, being recognized as "cool, albiet strange" is a pretty good compliment. I generally tend to think that I am invisible and I blend in pretty well into crowds. OK, so I do have some very strange quirks and I possess a compendium of "knowledge" that most people do not even know. And I do have the habit of saying really strange things at the most inopportune time, thereby killing any conversation in a nanosecond. If you read one of my previous posts on figiuring out how to break windows, you probably would know what I am talking(er...writing) about.
Well, to make this rambling/random thread end in a semi-satisfying conclusion, she mentioned the USA Network's "Show Us Your Character" contest. This seems to be up my particular alley (the one behind the Twilight Zone). All I have to do is upload some photos, make a catchy profile, and put up a video (if I feel like putting one up). But what do I show to the world? Ah...there's the rub. So much of me to show...
Now must study for my four remaining finals next week. Four finals in 48 hours. This should prove to be interesting, though not in a particularly fun sort of way. I guess I might be some kind of test-taking masochist. Oh well. I need to rid my mind of all of the foolish and incorrect notions I have about Payment Systems, Internaional Economic Law, Professional Responsibility and Land Transactions. I wonder if I can get extra credit for putting myself through this law school exam torture? It would be nice I think. Next time, I should look at the finals schedule before making class choices. That's what all the smart people at the law school said...
That's all for now.
Thursday, May 04, 2006
Some Random Thoughts...
Greetings and welcome back to The Un-Zone, the only site on the Internet(the only one that I know of) devoted to all things related to Un. And it's updated also, making it up-to-date as well.
It's the last day of school over at KU Law, and that means one thing...the beginning of the dreaded period called Finals. I have a BA II final this Saturday afternoon and it promises to be...well...not that fun. I find it nearly impossible to study for it as the material, although involving some cases with interesting facts like the many ways of insider trading (corporate looting tactics), there is the less interesting part of the class, namely the statutes like Delaware General Corporate Law. Oh, there are a whole bunch of statutes. The Principles of Corporate Governance, the RMBCA, and a whole slew of acronyms. Most of it is tedious and dull, some of it is incomprehensible unless you parse each sentence word by word. I actually forced myself to read some of this yesterday and mostly succeeded for about an hour. Then I gave up.
I spent one morning (Tuesday, I think or was it Monday?) wondering how long it would take to break windows. I knew I was going too far when I thought about the problem from the perspective of a special-effects coordinator on a Hollywood action movie. You know, how to wire the explosive squibs as to get the most pleasing aesthetic effect if various events were to occur like a general explosion or an AH-64 attack helicopter started firing its minigun.
That led to the first failed attempt at studying BA II and the resulting random thought of "How to Hang a Big Banner From the Roof of the Law School." Of course, this wasn't the most original idea, as I recently saw a website made by students who actually did this. Their exploits are pretty humorous and the descriptions of their "missions" are surprisingly well-written for a person who graduated with a BS in Computer Science and Physics. If you've ever read anything written by a computer science major, it can be pretty difficult and poorly written, even after they take Technical Writing courses. Using their exploit as a sketchy plan, I think it might be feasible to do the same thing at Green Hall. The exact location for the banner placement...that depends. I've thought about it for a while and thought about the pros and cons of each sight.
But that would be pretty foolish to do. I mean, hanging a banner from the law school. Though it would be pretty cool. I've probably said too much already. Would this count as a conspiracy? Assuming others want to actually commit this nefarious deed.
Time to get ready for the final class of BA II, which promises to be so exciting. I just can't contain the excitement I feel. Just being sarcastic.
That's all for now.
It's the last day of school over at KU Law, and that means one thing...the beginning of the dreaded period called Finals. I have a BA II final this Saturday afternoon and it promises to be...well...not that fun. I find it nearly impossible to study for it as the material, although involving some cases with interesting facts like the many ways of insider trading (corporate looting tactics), there is the less interesting part of the class, namely the statutes like Delaware General Corporate Law. Oh, there are a whole bunch of statutes. The Principles of Corporate Governance, the RMBCA, and a whole slew of acronyms. Most of it is tedious and dull, some of it is incomprehensible unless you parse each sentence word by word. I actually forced myself to read some of this yesterday and mostly succeeded for about an hour. Then I gave up.
I spent one morning (Tuesday, I think or was it Monday?) wondering how long it would take to break windows. I knew I was going too far when I thought about the problem from the perspective of a special-effects coordinator on a Hollywood action movie. You know, how to wire the explosive squibs as to get the most pleasing aesthetic effect if various events were to occur like a general explosion or an AH-64 attack helicopter started firing its minigun.
That led to the first failed attempt at studying BA II and the resulting random thought of "How to Hang a Big Banner From the Roof of the Law School." Of course, this wasn't the most original idea, as I recently saw a website made by students who actually did this. Their exploits are pretty humorous and the descriptions of their "missions" are surprisingly well-written for a person who graduated with a BS in Computer Science and Physics. If you've ever read anything written by a computer science major, it can be pretty difficult and poorly written, even after they take Technical Writing courses. Using their exploit as a sketchy plan, I think it might be feasible to do the same thing at Green Hall. The exact location for the banner placement...that depends. I've thought about it for a while and thought about the pros and cons of each sight.
But that would be pretty foolish to do. I mean, hanging a banner from the law school. Though it would be pretty cool. I've probably said too much already. Would this count as a conspiracy? Assuming others want to actually commit this nefarious deed.
Time to get ready for the final class of BA II, which promises to be so exciting. I just can't contain the excitement I feel. Just being sarcastic.
That's all for now.
Monday, May 01, 2006
Some Random Websites
Greetings and welcome back to The Un-Zone, the site for all things related to Un. It's time for one of those updates again.
Well, yesterday's post was an emotional rant that probably should have not been posted. I guess you all now know more than you probably wanted to know about my life. I've got a bunch of issues that need to be solved, but I can't help it sometimes. It won't happen again. Or at least until I have the inexplicable urge to let you know little detainls about what I consider to be totally messed up in my personal life.
Today's update will be about random stuff I found on the web that I find to be interesting.
First up is the United States Supreme Court decision involving Anna Nicole Smith and her saga involving the probate hearing system, which after taking Estates and Trusts, seems simple on the surface, but can quickly turn into a giant morass of lies, hearsay, and accusations. Especially if the deceased is rich and the person/people inheriting have the reputation of being a gold digger, as some have considered Anna Nicole Smith. The Estates and Trusts casebook included an excerpt from the tortious interference case that started it all, complete with footnotes that talked out how Anna Nicole and J. Howard Marshall II met.
This led to a series of claims and counterclaims, all lovingly described in the case opinion by the Supreme Court. It's an interesting read, if you enjoy reading about this stuff. The US Supreme Court held that the District Court had jurisdiction over the counterclaim filed by Smith against E. Pierce Marshall. The Ninth Circuit overstepped its powers and gave itself powers it did not have. Basically, the Ninth Circuit had no jurisdiction but decided to stretch the probate exceptions until it had power to do so. This isn't so surprising as the Supreme Court has a history of laying down the judicial smackdown on the Ninth Circuit.
Now that this has all be decided by the US Supreme Court, this case will be given back to the District Court that it originated from and more time and money will be spent in deciding this messed-up case.
If this story is to be believed and if all those warnings are believed, then now would be the official time to go panic as a mild form of the avian flu has been found in New Jersey. But wait, it's not the H5N1 form, but another form of the virus. So I guess this wasn't all that important. Please wake me up when the thing has gone away.
Forgive me for posting up this site, but I find the conspiracy theory/mega-paranoia websites to be interesting, but only in a laugable way. As in "tin-foil hat" laughable. But the other stuff about the end of the world happening due to cataclysms like super-volcanoes, mega-tsunamis and World War III was stragely informative.
And an article explaining why pizza has become an American tradition despite coming from Naples, Italy, It sure beats articles about Armageddon, doesn't it?
That's all for now.
Well, yesterday's post was an emotional rant that probably should have not been posted. I guess you all now know more than you probably wanted to know about my life. I've got a bunch of issues that need to be solved, but I can't help it sometimes. It won't happen again. Or at least until I have the inexplicable urge to let you know little detainls about what I consider to be totally messed up in my personal life.
Today's update will be about random stuff I found on the web that I find to be interesting.
First up is the United States Supreme Court decision involving Anna Nicole Smith and her saga involving the probate hearing system, which after taking Estates and Trusts, seems simple on the surface, but can quickly turn into a giant morass of lies, hearsay, and accusations. Especially if the deceased is rich and the person/people inheriting have the reputation of being a gold digger, as some have considered Anna Nicole Smith. The Estates and Trusts casebook included an excerpt from the tortious interference case that started it all, complete with footnotes that talked out how Anna Nicole and J. Howard Marshall II met.
This led to a series of claims and counterclaims, all lovingly described in the case opinion by the Supreme Court. It's an interesting read, if you enjoy reading about this stuff. The US Supreme Court held that the District Court had jurisdiction over the counterclaim filed by Smith against E. Pierce Marshall. The Ninth Circuit overstepped its powers and gave itself powers it did not have. Basically, the Ninth Circuit had no jurisdiction but decided to stretch the probate exceptions until it had power to do so. This isn't so surprising as the Supreme Court has a history of laying down the judicial smackdown on the Ninth Circuit.
Now that this has all be decided by the US Supreme Court, this case will be given back to the District Court that it originated from and more time and money will be spent in deciding this messed-up case.
If this story is to be believed and if all those warnings are believed, then now would be the official time to go panic as a mild form of the avian flu has been found in New Jersey. But wait, it's not the H5N1 form, but another form of the virus. So I guess this wasn't all that important. Please wake me up when the thing has gone away.
Forgive me for posting up this site, but I find the conspiracy theory/mega-paranoia websites to be interesting, but only in a laugable way. As in "tin-foil hat" laughable. But the other stuff about the end of the world happening due to cataclysms like super-volcanoes, mega-tsunamis and World War III was stragely informative.
And an article explaining why pizza has become an American tradition despite coming from Naples, Italy, It sure beats articles about Armageddon, doesn't it?
That's all for now.
Sunday, April 30, 2006
Life Outside Law School
Greetings and welcome back to The Un-Zone, the only site on the Internet that I know of devoted to all things related to Un(an actual person and not the United Nations, which has it's own website). It's time for one of those updates.
I've been asking people that I know (those who attend law school) what they would have done if they didn't attend law school. Most of them answered by stating that they would have went to graduate school and gotten a masters/doctorate degree. One professor I asked mentioned that he would have been a bartender on a Caribbean island. Honestly. It was the coolest answer I've gotten and quite possibly, one of the more interesting answers I'v heard.
Me, I probably would have went to graduate school and gotten a doctorate in some subject like English and pursued an academic career like being a professor. Not the most interesting thing, but suitable for my personality type (ITSJ on the MBTI). I sometimes think I would have been much happier if I had not pursued the law school path of life. Much happier.
It's not that I absolutely hate law school (I find some aspects to be amazingly idiotic. It reminds me of a "grown-up" version of high school, but a lot more expensive.), but being the "future lawyer" of my family, I'm the new source of legal help.
My mother will watch The People's Court or Dateline or 48 Hours and ask me questions on why certain things were ruled in a certain way. Because I'm in law school, I should "obviously" know the answer, despite not having learned much, if any, about the topic in law school. Answering such a question would require doing some research. But I'm "supposed" to know the answer. Despite my best efforts in explaining this, she considers my answer to be a sign of laziness at studying and not putting enough effort into law school. Maybe I'm not looking at this from the proper perspective, but it still drives me fucking insane. Despite my best efforts in trying to stay calm while explaining this, I inevitably lose my temper (which happens a lot and with great fury) and start screaming at her. It's not the best way to deal with this, but every time she asks me a question, she has to ask it multiple times as she did not remember the answer I gave her or she did not understand a certain phrase I used, despite breaking it down into one syllable works that a child could understand. All because I am a damn law school student, I'm supposed to know every damn detail and every fucking rule of law. I absolutely hate it.
Then she will go and pull out the guilt-trip card (the "you should be nice to people and not yell at me). God forbid that my father or my sister will be around, as they will do the same thing. I hate it. Then I feel guilty about yelling at her, despite knowing that as a law school student, it is impossible to know why certain things are done in certain ways without doing some research. You only get a basic idea of why things are done, but this is limited to certain topics that the law school merits as worthy of teaching. She always mentions that "I'll have to deal with people nicely." That is true. But, as a law school student, it's not as satisfying as saying "If you really want to know, then ask a lawyer." She's now learned (up to a point) that asking me these questions is something that will drive me up the wall and become potentially violent. Which now applies to many other situations like asking me questions of any sort unless it requires answers of "yes" and "no" and "maybe." So I have anger management issues and she thinks that she was a bad parent for not trying to connect with me as a child. I don't think she was a bad parent considering what was going on at the time.
It's now gotten to the point where I am now going to be the source of legal help for the family once I graduate. I've been "blessed" with the great responsibility of solving legal problems when they arise, assuming I stay in Kansas. It is very tempting to just get the hell out of Kansas as soon as fucking possible...like to California or anywhere that requires at least two days of driving time. I might even get an unlisted phone number, leave out any mention of an address, and change my e-mail address. It's gotten to that point.
I love my mom, but this is driving me insane. At this moment, I sometimes look back and think that I should have never even thought about becoming a lawyer and attending law school. I hate it. I absollutely hate it.
That's all for now.
I've been asking people that I know (those who attend law school) what they would have done if they didn't attend law school. Most of them answered by stating that they would have went to graduate school and gotten a masters/doctorate degree. One professor I asked mentioned that he would have been a bartender on a Caribbean island. Honestly. It was the coolest answer I've gotten and quite possibly, one of the more interesting answers I'v heard.
Me, I probably would have went to graduate school and gotten a doctorate in some subject like English and pursued an academic career like being a professor. Not the most interesting thing, but suitable for my personality type (ITSJ on the MBTI). I sometimes think I would have been much happier if I had not pursued the law school path of life. Much happier.
It's not that I absolutely hate law school (I find some aspects to be amazingly idiotic. It reminds me of a "grown-up" version of high school, but a lot more expensive.), but being the "future lawyer" of my family, I'm the new source of legal help.
My mother will watch The People's Court or Dateline or 48 Hours and ask me questions on why certain things were ruled in a certain way. Because I'm in law school, I should "obviously" know the answer, despite not having learned much, if any, about the topic in law school. Answering such a question would require doing some research. But I'm "supposed" to know the answer. Despite my best efforts in explaining this, she considers my answer to be a sign of laziness at studying and not putting enough effort into law school. Maybe I'm not looking at this from the proper perspective, but it still drives me fucking insane. Despite my best efforts in trying to stay calm while explaining this, I inevitably lose my temper (which happens a lot and with great fury) and start screaming at her. It's not the best way to deal with this, but every time she asks me a question, she has to ask it multiple times as she did not remember the answer I gave her or she did not understand a certain phrase I used, despite breaking it down into one syllable works that a child could understand. All because I am a damn law school student, I'm supposed to know every damn detail and every fucking rule of law. I absolutely hate it.
Then she will go and pull out the guilt-trip card (the "you should be nice to people and not yell at me). God forbid that my father or my sister will be around, as they will do the same thing. I hate it. Then I feel guilty about yelling at her, despite knowing that as a law school student, it is impossible to know why certain things are done in certain ways without doing some research. You only get a basic idea of why things are done, but this is limited to certain topics that the law school merits as worthy of teaching. She always mentions that "I'll have to deal with people nicely." That is true. But, as a law school student, it's not as satisfying as saying "If you really want to know, then ask a lawyer." She's now learned (up to a point) that asking me these questions is something that will drive me up the wall and become potentially violent. Which now applies to many other situations like asking me questions of any sort unless it requires answers of "yes" and "no" and "maybe." So I have anger management issues and she thinks that she was a bad parent for not trying to connect with me as a child. I don't think she was a bad parent considering what was going on at the time.
It's now gotten to the point where I am now going to be the source of legal help for the family once I graduate. I've been "blessed" with the great responsibility of solving legal problems when they arise, assuming I stay in Kansas. It is very tempting to just get the hell out of Kansas as soon as fucking possible...like to California or anywhere that requires at least two days of driving time. I might even get an unlisted phone number, leave out any mention of an address, and change my e-mail address. It's gotten to that point.
I love my mom, but this is driving me insane. At this moment, I sometimes look back and think that I should have never even thought about becoming a lawyer and attending law school. I hate it. I absollutely hate it.
That's all for now.
Friday, April 28, 2006
The Same Ol' Situation
Greetings and welcome back to The Un-Zone, the semi-regularly updated site on the Internet devoted to all things related to Un. It's time for one of those updates that people of a certain personality type read on a regular basis.
Lately, I feel like, to quote from Motley Crue (can't get the damn umlauts to show up), "It's the same ol,' same ol' situation. It's the same ol', same ol' ball and chain." I fell like I'm living the same day over and over again, just like Groundhog Day on an eternal spin cycle. Just like "Ants Marching" sung by Dave Matthews:
Iron Maiden also explains this well. I've got the strange feeling I've done this before:
Just like the song by Madness, "Tomorrow's Just Another Day" and it never seems to end. Same thing over and over again:
If I'm not bored out of my mind living this life, I wonder if this is even right for me. I wonder why am I in law school. i've been wondering for the longest time. I don't know if I'm going to be happy with this path and that's scary...at least for me. To use John Mayer's "Why, Georgia Why":
All of this is making me want to take the following miracle drug (it's a joke but I wish it was real)
That's all for now.
Lately, I feel like, to quote from Motley Crue (can't get the damn umlauts to show up), "It's the same ol,' same ol' situation. It's the same ol', same ol' ball and chain." I fell like I'm living the same day over and over again, just like Groundhog Day on an eternal spin cycle. Just like "Ants Marching" sung by Dave Matthews:
He wakes up in the morning
Does his teeth bite to eat and he’s rolling
Never changes a thing
The week ends the week begins
Iron Maiden also explains this well. I've got the strange feeling I've done this before:
When you see familiar faces,
But you don't remember where they're from,
Could you be wrong?
When you've been particular places,
That you know you've never been before,
Can you be sure?
'Cause you know this has happened before,
And you know that this moment in time is for real,
And you know when you feel Deja vu.
Chorus:
Feel like I've been here before,
Feel like I've been here before.
Ever had a conversation,
That you realise you've had before,
Isn't it strange?
Have you ever talked to someone,
And you feel you know what's coming next?
It feels pre-arranged.
'Cause you know that you've heard it before,
And you feel that this moment in time is surreal,
'Cause you know when you feel deja-vu
Just like the song by Madness, "Tomorrow's Just Another Day" and it never seems to end. Same thing over and over again:
Listened long, tried to take it in
All these facts leave me in the swim
It’s down and down there is no up
I think that I’ve run out of luck.
I hear them saying
Tomorrow’s just another day
I hear them saying
And it gets better every day
I hear them saying
Tomorrow’s just another day
Tomorrow’s just another... day
Walking now, over covered ground
There is a chance if I move around
I need a moment to reflect
On the friendships I have wrecked.
Why is it i, don’t I always try ?
I hear them say
Tomorrow’s just another day
I hear them say
And it gets better every day
I hear them say
Tomorrow’s just another day
I hear them say
And it gets better every day
I heard them say
Tomorrow’s just another day
I hear them say
Tomorrow’s just another day
Tomorrow’s just another...
I hear them saying
Tomorrow’s just another day
I hear them saying
And it gets better every day
I hear them saying
Tomorrow’s just another day
If I'm not bored out of my mind living this life, I wonder if this is even right for me. I wonder why am I in law school. i've been wondering for the longest time. I don't know if I'm going to be happy with this path and that's scary...at least for me. To use John Mayer's "Why, Georgia Why":
But all I feel’s alone
It might be a quarter-life crisis
Or just the stirring in my soul
Either way
I wonder sometimes
About the outcome
Of a still verdictless life
Am I living it right
Am I living it right
Am I living it right
Why, why georgia, why
So what so I’ve got a smile on
It’s hiding the quiet superstitions in my head
Don’t believe me
Don’t believe me
When I say I’ve got it down
Everybody is just a stranger
But that’s the danger in going my own way
I guess it’s a price I have to pay
Still everything happens for a reason
Is no reason not to ask myself
If I’m living it right
Am I living it right
Am I living it right
All of this is making me want to take the following miracle drug (it's a joke but I wish it was real)
That's all for now.
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