My palm pilot is back!!!!!!! YAY YAY YAY!!!!! The sky is blue, the birds are singing, the weather is GREAT, and my palm pilot is back. Not even the fact that I am stuck inside all afternoon can kill my mood (it can make me very twitchy to want to go outside, but it can't kill my mood.)

However, I just want to share a little annoyance in my otherwise lovely day. When I go to a computer store, would it be possible, just once, to not be treated like a complete idiot? I mean, I know I am female. And I know the people at Compusa must have been told that all females are computer retarded. But when I can rattle off my laptop model number, why must the sales person assume that I am still clueless? Why must they assume that if they don't immediately recognize my model number, that I am OBVIOUSLY mistaken? And why, after showing them that my model does in fact exist, and yes, is rather obsecure for some strange reason, must they not apologize for assuming I am dumb, and STILL not give me any useful answers???? I understand these people are likely not paid top dollar, and I KNOW that I was the only female in that store today, but really, give me some credit. Us chicks occasionally know what we are talking about. Listen to us. For once.

Birds singing, sky blue. I'm busting out of here and playing softball. Woo!

So this Friday I get to head down to Virginia for the UVA softball tournament. I am waaaaaaay excited. I’m the starting pitcher for the competitive team, and apparently we are pretty well stacked so we can win (as opposed to last year, where we lost both of our games.) We get the joys of leaving at 7 am on Friday morning, and having a 10 to 14 hour ride down to Virginia. Last year, the bus hit traffic, and I think the trip took about 14 hours. Hopefully this will not be the case this year, and it’ll only take 10 (which is how long it took to get back last year.) Either way, it is a long trip. Which is ok, since we are on a coach bus, but still, it is a loooooong ride.

I realize while I write this that I have spent very little weekend time in Boston in the past month or 2. Between going to Jersey, ECAC championship, Easter and now UVA softball, I’ve spent a lot of time on the road. And as much as I am enjoying my social life/ social times, I think it is beginning to wear me out. This is really only because I am a silly silly 3L who for some reason is actually doing work in my last semester of law school. But not only doing work, which everyone has to do a little of, despite all claims to the contrary. But I seem to have more work then I have in just about every other semester. Cert. paper, 2 cases that hit the actual courts of MA and, of course, finding that elusive job.

All of this being said, I decided that if I put in 10 hours of Cert. paper work this weekend, I can play softball without feeling horribly guilty. 5 hours on the ride down, 5 hours on the ride back. I figure I can get about 8 pages done in that time. That gives me somewhere near 20 pages of paper done (which is a functional draft, since that would be sans footnotes.) Stupid cert paper. Life would be much better without it…

There is nothing worse in law school then having the network go down. For any of you that have sat in a boring lecture, it is astounding what happens when you take away that connection to the outside world. Basically, it is like lopping off ones arm. I find this comical, since I sat in many a boring lecture in college. Not only did I not have internet, but I did not have a laptop. I wonder to myself, as I sit here, just how in fact did I survive the dark ages of laptoplessness.

And then I realize that I had the equivalent of all the toys I have on my laptop, just in a less technical form. IM? I had that in college. Ask my friend trish, or look in the margins of my notebooks. They were FULL of conversations, as we sat next to each other and “talked” through notes allllllll during class. Diversion games? Hangman was popular in my genetics classes. And there was always the diversion of doodling in the margins.

About the only thing I couldn’t do in college that I can do now is check my e-mail and surf the web. And honestly, I need to do those things less. I am a compulsive e-mail checker, and thus I get 1 or 2 messages at a time. In college, I would leave for the day, and would come home to like 30 messages. That was kinda fun. Nothing makes you feel cooler then 30 some odd actual messages from people who need your attention (we are not counting spam. Spam sucks.)

Happily, my network is back up (I typed this on word, so as to avoid that crazy listening thing in class.) Maybe I’ll listen to class now. Or answer a question or something. Sure…

I left my palm pilot in Kinderhook by accident. It occurs to be that I may as well have left my left arm at home too, because it might be less useful then my palm is. My palm is my planner. My palm has essential phone numbers (like my clients' numbers and opposing counsel's number.) My palm has my commuting reading materials. My bus pass is in my palm case. My palm is even my back up alarm clock.

This is a big enough issue in my world that I begged my father to mail it to me (which he is, thank god.) I know this is sad, but you know something? I love my little palm. I have been more organized because of it, and I am less forgetful because of it. So :-P. Mock my geekiness. It's ok, I know I am a geek.

OMG I am tired. Again. You'd think the 12 hours I slept on monday night would have made up my missing sleep for the past weeks, but man, I am back in the sleepiness again. Bah.

Note: check out A day in the life of med school for an interesting debate on the Terri Schiavo case, and my very very astute response to an angry medical person (slippery slope arguments: bah, a Scalia tact that, while sometimes true, is often speculatory and weak.)

Also note: What is the best cure for a headache? Anyone got new secrets or good combos (don't say sleep, this is not a sleep type headache...)

Quick post.

I am soooooooooo tired. I think I got about 7 hours total sleep this weekend, due to double over time ("SOMEONE SCORE, its getting LATE!"), social obligations and early morning hamster hunting. I am gonna be up all night finishing a take home test and modifying/creating spreadsheets for court tomorrow. BUT...

CORNELL IS THE ECAC CHAMPION!!!!!!!!! WE BEAT HARVARD 3-1!!!!!! GO BIG RED!!!!!

And to Grandma Moses:
1. We can spell just fine. Apparently you do not understand the juxtaposition of the words and letters.
2. I'll stand if I want to, regardless of the cost of my seat.
3. You can leave if you want to. No one (especially not me) is forcing you to stay. So die, drop dead, and go home.
4. I don't care if Clarkson stinks. It is not necessary to tell us this repeatedly.
5. He is a sieve. It is, in fact, is all his fault.
6. Yes, it is a big deal. It is a very big deal. I hope that was made very clear.

There is no good way to say this to some of my dirtier minded friends, but beavers are cool.


So this was my away message yesterday. And I have to say, I have NEVER had an away message that got more random responses. I only wish I had thought to save them and post them, because people, you had me laughing my bum off.

BUT, to explain my random away message. I was watching the history channel and they had a show on "nature's builders." And of course, they showed one of my favorite furry mammals, the beaver. Now, I think beavers are wicked cool, because the little critters build these huge dams, solely to raise the water so they can build a home. They manage to make a HUGE impact on the entire ecosystem around them. And, frankly, they are really cute. Have you ever seen a baby beaver? Little balls of soft brown fur that barely have their eyes open.

Of course, knowing my friends, even the above paragraph will elicit giggles, because, lets face it, my friends all have dirty little minds. I blame them totally for all the bad, dirty and random lewd thoughts that roam through my head. I mean, really, once upon a time, beavers were small rodent like mammals and cocks were male roosters. Ah, but those were the days...

I like bananas.

I know that was completely random, but then again, this blog was set up for my random thoughts. And as I stared at the screen, realizing that I have no idea where to start, that is the first thing that I thought of. Weird, huh?

On to an update of life. I've been in Jersey for the past 4 days with Trish. Well, not really in Jersey the whole time. See, I got here on thursday, after sitting in traffic for EVER in Conn. and NY. BTW: Conneticut is the 6th ring of driving hell. Yes, Conneticut is the glorious place where massholes and jersey drivers get the joy of truly intermingling on the same highway, with some Conneticut folks and a smattering of NYers to run into. Needless to say, I had enough time that I was not moving to actually pull out my laptop and type a memo on one of my cases before we moved again. EVIL.

After arriving on thursday, my friend and I hung out for the evening, and crashed relatively early. Friday I went with her to work, and spent my time working on my cert. paper. Bleh. It still sucks, btw. Happily, we went to a bar here in jersey that night, played some pool and met a few cute boys (although I think Trish was gonna kill my partner for the evening...)

Saturday we headed off to the city, where we were meeting up with Deb to head off to see our friend Chris perform improv. This was the first time in like a year that I have seen either Chris or Deb, and the first time we've all been together since I was a 1L. Yes, that is VERY sad, I know, considering that we all live in the Northeast, and it is totally my fault. **sigh** I know, I am lame.....

Chris's show was wicked funny, and I got to go onstage for one of the skits and do sound effects. I laughed a LOT, which is always a good sign for a comedy show. :-) Afterwards we went to a bar, chatted a bit, and then Chris had to catch a train back to Conn. boooooo.... So Deb, trish and I met up with their friend Alan, and we drank a bunch more before crashing at his place. The next morning, three mildly hung over girls trudged off to Penn Station to catch the trains back to Jersey (Deb on one, Trish and I on another.) Sucks, cuz I never get to see Deb anymore (not that there is no love for Chris, but I'll see him in 2 weeks...) But the train ride back was entertaining (see Trish's page for a better idea of our trip home.) Spent the better part of sunday afternoon relaxing and watching Chasing Amy (which I haven't seen in forEVER!)

Today consisted mostly of me waking up to my friend getting ready for work, dragging myself up, starting some more research for my evil paper, jogging to the ocean, realizing halfway there the ocean was NOT as close as I thought, buying some groceries and cooking some steaks for dinner (and hopefully making my friend stress less, and acutally eat something, which seems to have worked quite nicely, since she is sitting here singing right now, and actually ate a real meal for dinner...)

Tomorrow I am off to Rhode Island to see Kari and Byron for the afternoon, and then back to Boston to get back to my "real life" which is not nearly as much fun as the fake one I have been living for the past 4 days. Man, I miss my college friends. I need to see them MUCH more often then I get to now...

I am sooooooooooo tired. I need to learn to stop talking with people at night. I need to learn that sometimes, despite how interesting the conversation is, I must say good night and go to sleep. But sometimes you connect with someone and the conversation is going so well. Too bad this connection seems to frequently happen at stupid times at night. Why is that? Is it because the mind is finally relaxed enough to just chat and enjoy life? Is it because the people I am gonna love chatting with are also up at 2 am? Or is this just a phenomina in my world that I am doomed to have some of my best random chats with people I will never get to meet because they live too far away?

Yeah, thanks dude. Day two no sleep. And I don't really regret any of it.