Friday, August 28th, 2009 | Law School

That’s how I’m defined in law school. I just finished my first full week, not counting Criminal Law during the summer. I went from one course to five (torts, contracts, civil procedure, legal writing, and property law). Before you comment and ask me where my interest lies, I’ll just tell you: I don’t know. I don’t have a clue what I want to practice. Ideally, I’ll make enough to be able to shop at the Gap. That’s the plan anyway. Maybe, just maybe, Banana Republic. But I’d probably need a pretty awesome job for that one. Do they have an outlet?

It’s really interesting looking at what people wear in school. I saw one person in a suit and tie, and one wearing pajama bottoms. It really covers quite the spectrum of clothing. I tend to err on the side of nicer, one step above a t-shirt.

I haven’t been called on yet, although it is just like Legally Blonde. One teacher has a stack of cards with our names on them and draws about ten each class in order to call on people. Although I’ve only contributed a little to the discussions, I think my peers respect me. Is it because of my clear genius? My charm? My wit? My beauty? No. It’s because I told them an easy way to remember which room their classes are in. All of the female professors happen to be in one lecture hall, all of the male professors are in another. Oh well.

1 week down, 89 to go before I am Emily Esquire.

Friday, August 21st, 2009 | General

Meet Fat Kitty. I met him on the way to QFC. For those who don’t know, QFC is a grocery store chain that sells Kroger products. I frequently call it KFC, much to my boyfriend’s dismay. Anyway, as I walked past an older looking condo building, I saw Fat Kitty. I proceeded to pet Fat Kitty and wondered if anyone would notice if I were to steal him. Unfortunately, too many people were around and I had already made it quite clear that this was not my kitty by giggling, calling him Fat Kitty, and taking many a picture with my google phone. Sadly, we had to part ways.

I wonder…do you think Fat Kitty is Fat Kitty because of all the squirrels around? I hope not.

Tuesday, August 18th, 2009 | General

I love the squirrels that live in the neighborhood. A lot. My boyfriend has to keep me from getting too close to these lovely creatures. He fears how friendly they are and thinks they’re all rabid. I told him I could just get the rabies shot and then I’d be able to pet them! He didn’t like the idea. He doesn’t feel the squirrel love. They’re just so nice! See, there’s this crazy man who whistles and throws peanuts at them, making them friendly to humans. So now whenever I walk and see one, it comes up to me. I like to think that it wants to breed with me. Think of the beautiful squirrel babies we could have!
Today I had an extra lovely treat walking home. One squirrel, who I’ve named Mel, stood in my path, not budging no matter how close I got. When I went for my camera, he got spooked and ran up a tree along with another squirrel, named Barnacle. Mel got pissed that Barnacle was on his tree so he attacked him and started chasing him around me, all the while making the most adorable squeaking sounds. That was definitely the highlight of my week. Seeing my brother was nice too.

In case you’re interested, I took this pic of Bailey the squirrel and edited it using The Pioneer Woman’s actions. I think I used boost, soft & faded, and fresh & colorful.