nothing better

than waking up on a sunday morning (ok, afternoon) and watching a soccer game. wait. that's not true. it's much better IF YOUR TEAM WINS. come on guys, you looked pitiful against mexico. if the us keeps this up i'll be worried about their chances of qualifying. i'm psyched for wednesday's game against guatemala, but not so excited that demarcus beasley's out for multiple yellows. keep your fingers crossed people, we need these points!

panic mode

yep, i've hit it. it's not pretty. arrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

abstinence only education is not the solution, people

every time i read articles like this one, i get so pissed off. first of all, i didn't realize that somehow anal sex was ok under the pledge. but secondly, the message is clear. kids who "abstain" aren't really abstaining, and they should be informed of the risks of all sexual activity. not to mention, the things they're teaching kids in abstinence only education are apparently not always true. shouldn't the fact that 61% of graduating high schoolers have had sex be enough to show that abstinence only education is a failure and needs to be replaced IMMEDIATELY?

the wire season 4

amazing news, friends. the wire has been renewed, and the new season sounds incredible. warning: if you have not watched season 3, do NOT read much past the first section of the article. spoilers abound.

i'm in the middle of season 3 right now and it is just as extraordinary as the first two seasons. apparently season 4 will focus on the public school system, and i have no doubt it is going to seriously kick ass.

women and drugs

i was psyched to see this made a yahoo headline earlier today. as for this woman and drugs, i have had my fair share of alcohol over the last several days. not surprisingly, this has led to a lack of productivity on my part. that is about to change. i'm not opposed to going out or having fun, but i'm going to have to utilize my work time a little better (um, as soon as i finish this post, of course).

i tried a new cheesesteak place the other day called 99 miles to philly, and i definitely recommend. i think the steak itself was a little tastier than wogie's, but 99 miles only has waffle fries, while i prefer wogie's mcdonald's like fries.

right now i'm enjoying lobster mac and cheese from this place wildflowers over on bleecker. sooo yummy. apparently on monday nights you pay what you think it is worth, which i definitely want to try sometime.

i am trying in vain to find a version of finally by cece peniston w/ the rap. if you have it, (though i'm fairly positive that none of my four readers do), please help!

new music

i'm on a downloading kick. any recommendations?

i'm published

haha. check out my letter in timeoutny, written in august when i was frustrated to no end by my inability to travel around the city easily and quickly. somewhat similar to the way i'm feeling now.

stupid a paper

i hate my a paper. hate it. hate it. hate it. that's all.

journal

i thought a lot today about the purpose of my blog. i started it during finals cause i read lawlush, and i was bored, and thought it would be fun. i'm a big procrastinator anyway, and it was just one more thing to keep me from studying for finals and writing my papers.

it's definitely evolved into a journal of sorts, for better or worse. what i'm finding interesting now is how i decide what i will and won't say. i know certain people who read my blog, or at least check it out from time to time. this obviously colors what i'll say, and what topics i can reasonably broach. this can sometimes be a disadvantage, since when i have stuff to vent this is the perfect forum.

for awhile i thought i'd post more law related things, but i've just been lazy. i've spent so much time going out, watching tv, playing poker, etc. that i just don't have lots of intelligent thoughts to post. i always think i'll try and post something profound, but then i don't have it in me.

now i've just decided that it doesn't matter what the people who read my blog think. well, i'm going to try not to let it matter. i remember the day i found out i'd be on crutches for three more weeks i wrote a very frustrated post. initially, i intended to send it to a friend as an email, and then figured why not just post it. after i posted it i thought maybe it was too pity stricken, and was slightly pathetic. but i'm over that now. i'll just write whatever i think or feel, and if people want to read it, cool. if not, they can tell me i suck or just stop reading.

it's friday night

and i've been semi-successful at getting some work done on my a paper (yes, i'm spending my friday night at school, could i be any cooler?). i've spent the last fifteen minutes trying to find an easy way to transfer music from an ipod onto my computer, and have not come up with an easy solution. any suggestions?

wogies

you know you order from a place a lot when the guy on the phone says, "boy lana, you sure do like the cheesesteaks, don't you."

it's gorgeous

outside!!! i wish it were like this for the rest of the year, but i fear it will be cold again. i went for a little walk/crutch, almost feeling like i had to do something outside. it's funny how long it takes me just to go to ricky's and back. i went to the gap and was reminded that i really do enjoy shopping, not that there was much there i'd want to buy. i cannot wait until i can go for long walks around the east village and nolita and shop to my heart's content. money may be the problem then, but that's what credit cards are for. just kidding. credit card debt is very, very bad.

i think today's beautiful weather is a nice cap to my weekend. i had a party which i think was super fun, though i admit i may have had a few too many glasses of punch to have an objective perspective on it. now it's onto work, and then poker. yay poker!

just another thing

that pisses me off about the way this country (and its states) treats prisoners. go to prison. learn a trade. try to ply your trade and can't get license b/c you were in prison. well done, ny.

sweet jane

i heard this song on vh1 classics the other day and can't get it out of my head. whatever happened to the cowboy junkies, anyway?

words don't do it justice

so i finally finished my paper at 9:30 this morning. then my phone rings. it's the doctor's office. how would you like to come in today, they ask? yippee. i'm getting off crutches! giddy with excitement, despite my deep longing for my bed, i hopped in a cab right away. the whole cab ride up i thought about all the things i was going to do once i was off crutches. take the subway. walk. carry stuff. in my hands. not that many things, but i was pretty damn excited.

dr. o'malley had other plans. he walks in and tells me my x-rays look great. terrific. then he tells me that i should stay in the walking boot and the crutches another three weeks. but in a week or two i can walk around my house without the crutches. that's not going to save me twenty dollars a day in cab rides, doc.

i'm pretty frustrated, as you may be able to tell. i definitely want it to heal, and would much rather be on crutches three more weeks now than have surgery again, but come on! he was adamant that i remain on the crutches for my spring break, so now my "make up" winter break may not be much of a break after all. i can't decide if it's worth going out to cali for ten days when i can't walk normally, can't carry anything (including my stupid suitcase from the airport to BART), and probably shouldn't drive my friend's car (it's la, how the hell am i going to get anywhere?) GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

damn you sports law

i know i haven't posted in ages. i have many thoughts i intend to share (did you see beyonce's eyeshadow during her second oscar number? holy shit i thought she was going to buckle under the weight.) yes, i've had some important, weighty thoughts over the last week that i'm dying to share with you, my four faithful readers.

but right now i'm just taking a break from this horrible, horrible paper because i'm worried my eyes will roll back into my head if i don't stop for a few minutes. i think this is a character building experience, because what it's teaching me is that i have to get cracking on my a paper asap, so this doesn't happen to me w/ that.

i'm about the start the last part of my paper, which is allegedly the analyzation part, but in reality will probably end up being my stream of consciousness b/c i'm hella tired. on the positive side, i learned that you can indeed spend all night in furman, something i often wondered (ok, never wondered, but it's kinda cool). ok, not really cool. maybe even a little weird. the library at minnesota was open 24 hours, and i really liked that. every once in awhile i would pop in at 3 or 4 to print something out, or get some last minute work done. well, once i did.

i'm just hoping i don't run into anybody i know when i leave here, since classes will probably have started, and i look exactly as assy as you'd expect someone to look who just spent seventeen hours and counting in a tiny room on the third floor of furman slaving away.

ok, back to work on what will clearly be a quality paper. thank god i have a job.

crying

This article made me cry. It doesn't take much to start the tears flowing, but here I am in this little study room bawling about all these teenagers who died. Good thing I'm not reading it in the lib.