Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Finals, Take-Homes, and Cramming

I hate take homes. They are just too much damn work. Give me an exam and a deadline and a time and place to show up and I'm cool. Then I'll take my ass home and drink a beer instead of stress for however many hours i get to take the exam home.

Finals - this is the most arbitrary and irrational act of law school. Just throw them down the stairs, assign some grades and lets all go home happy.

Cramming - its a way of life. Wonder what I'm gonna do when i get a real job....

Saturday, April 22, 2006

King of the Road - NYC - Pennsyltucky

Ahh, spring break arrived at last. I celebrated with a trip to see my biology professor from community college who has retired to Pennsylvania. I have flow to see them several time, but this trip was meant to be driven. So, I started out in my Ford Explorer, (yes a solo road trip in a gas guzzling SUV makes the ethicists cringe, but what can i say, SUV's eat the ozone, hey, everybody's got to eat something*)

After 14 hours of driving through the states of GA, SC, NC, VA, WV, MD, and PA, i finally arrive in Pennsylvania. My friends live in a beautiful 1900's farm house on 40+ acres and have more china, silver and fine antiques than anyone i have ever seen. Oddly enough, the also continue to possess every magazine, book or scrap of paper that ever crossed their paths. Therefore, the beautiful home is packed full of stuff and navigable via pigpath to whichever room you seek. However, once you arrive at said room, you will find there is really nowhere left for you in that room. its a frustrating process. Furthermore, the chairs being as old as the house, you wonder if its going to break each time you place your ass in it. It is also important to remember a person with advanced Parkinsons lives here, so i don't see how he gets around, but he does. He also creates some beautiful artwork.

All-in-all, that leg of the trip was successful. I saw my friends, he gave me some of his artwork, i procured meats, beer, and stone for my patio. Good times.

Great times were had as i drove to NYC to see Surrency, a college roommate. We had dinner at Brother Jimmy's - a fine BBQ establishment featuring "White-Trash-Wednesdays" where one got 25% off with an id from a southern state. After all the wings, ribs, and beer I could consumer, we reminisced about good times had in my trailer at 5 Aurora Way.

The trip home was uneventful. 12 hours - oh yeah - i got pulled over but the police in Duluth Georgia. I swerved as I was talking on the phone and Blue Lights - he thought i was drunk or running drugs so he searched my car - "whats all this meat for?..... Do you drive stones back and forth?....What do you do anyways???... You sure you haven't been doing drugs??.... And why were you in New York City again???" All fun questions with strange answers. I must say he was professional, courteous and thorough. Thank you Mr. Policeman. I probably needed to stand on the road and take a break anyways.

*Celia Rivenbark, We're Not Better than you, Just Purtier.

Sunday, April 09, 2006

Birthday in Review... what i remember of it

I must say the birthday celebration this year was tremendous. Great gifts - thank you everyone! Also, three continuous days of partying and friends. Good times.

Special moments:

Statesboro Moment: "Legends...CLOSED, Nickel.....CLOSED, But now all we got is the FIESTY GOAT... what the hell is that?"

Pyro Moment: After Mado threw the close beer bottle 1/3 full of gasoline, shattering it on the brick left in front of the fire, and the resulting fireball, and the subsequent small fire under the fence near the neighbor's garage, "It seemed like the thing to do at the time??"

Ghetto Moment: "I love it when white people talk black" Chi Chester's Customer after overhearing Liz and Leslie make birthday celebration plans in what is not their typical dialect.

Macon Moment: "Why is that old woman staring at me??? I mean my god, Tara only wears body paint when she goes out in Statesboro..."

Best Voice Mail EVER Moment: HAPPY BIRTHDAY old shit, I don't know how old you are, i think its like old as time, but you're old!!! So happy birhday i hope you get really drunk tonight or tomorrow or sometime very near in the future. SO, Call me back, Its your little sister!!

Bowling Moment:
So... somebody ask those kids what prom they were at earlier.... WESTSSIDE!!!!
Seriously dude, That chick in the yellow dress is wearing a garter belt... look over there!!!

Shammy Moment: Girl Scout Cookie shots with Dargan's Sister, who also attended the fabulous Mercer Institute of Law Training.

A truly happy birthday!!!

Friday, April 07, 2006


So its my birthday. I'm two years away from the big three-O. Well the 20's have been good to me. I often wonder what would have happened had I chosen to become a male giggalo in the Carribean.... But here i am, Giggalo in Macon, a man about the town.

And now back to reality. My birthday is really a day I wish telekenesis were possible. I just want people to read my mind and know what I want. Its just too shameless to advertise one's birthday. I want you to just know and to bring me a present. Similar to the thought process of a 3yr old? Well, yes, but i don't care - its my day.

SO, What have you got for me?

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

The Swing of Things

Finals are coming. Its like the approach of D-day. I keep printing outlines, organizing things, and all to go take some test that is graded in some arbitrary manner. I just want to scream, "WHO CARES??"

Well, i think the Bar does, and i want my bar card, so that makes me care. Domestic relations, jurisprudence (i'll give you a dollar if you can tell me what that means, because after a semester, I'm more confused than I was when i started), criminal procedure, and evidence. Woo Hoooo.... getterdun. Only one more year after this...