Finals Suck, but Drunken Ewoks do not.

i.have.no.time

So here is my first day of school photo. I saw lots of parents who take pictures of their children outside the front door of their house on the first day of school. So here you go. A really, truly, pitiful post after a pretty long hiatus. Maybe I'll post during class later.

Irony

“The irony is that often those that feel the most need for control, are themselves the ones being controlled by their own fears, insecurities, and doubts.”

Carlos Felfoldi

Jazz's Halloween Costume

My dog is going to be Dogzilla for Halloween. How much fun will this be???

I know I don't have time to dress up the dog, but it's the little things I have left in my life that make me happy. That makes my life sound sad, but it's really not, just busy!

Dear GPS

Dear GPS,

Let's talk about how you consistently drive me through the ghetto. I'm talking the worst parts of the worst cities in NJ ever. Yesterday was no exception. I was going to pick up a client's records for work from a really nice, ritzy, neighborhood. No problem. How did you take me? Through the worst section of Newark in the world. Dear lord. So, as I'm driving, this man knocks on my passenger side windows, frantically. I rolled it down enough to hear him say, "Don't you hear all the people honking at you? You are dragging your oil pan! Your car is smoking and sparks are everywhere! You are going to set your car on fire! Oh my god, pull over! I will help you!"

Stop. Jessica is not street smart. Jessica, however, realizing that her car is a lot smarter than she is, would have at least set off a billion buzzers by now and I would think I could hear or feel my car dragging something along side the Garden State Parkway, no?

However, my low air light came on earlier that day, so I was thinking, "OH MY GOD, the car is going to catch on fire."

But, I decided to pull into a gas station about a half block up. I'm, of course, wearing a suit skirt. I try to peer under the car to see if anything was dragging or if there is a trail of oil down S. Orange Avenue. I see neither. So I call my husband and explain the situation to him. Immediately he asks if there are lights blinking on the car. I told him no.

I then asked the proprietor of the gas station if he could help me. He looked under the car and also saw nothing. He had me drive around the gas station a few times and also saw nothing. He then looked at me and said, "They try to rob you and steal car. Not a good place. Get out. Roll up your windows, lock your doors and get away."

Hubs met me on the side of the parkway and he checked out the car. Nothing was wrong with it. Fabulous.

That goes in my ghetto story file for the week.

All nighter

Okay, it wasn't all night, but I'm old and 3:00 a.m. is late for me. Our first draft of our very first legal writing assignment was due this morning at 9:00 a.m. I started it last week and have been working on it. I just didn't realize how long it was going to take me to finish it up and the panic attack that would ensue at some point (thank you Bridgette for talking me off the ledge at midnight, LOL). I spent most of my weekend working on outlines and typing up notes, reviewing what we did in the first four weeks, and allotted a few hours for the assignment. Bad move.

Anyone, it's safe to say that I won't be putting anything off until last minute again. I did get to listen to lots of new music as I worked on it. I missed all of NFL football today. That sucked. And it's safe to say that today, I will be living on this:



So is Monday. Sigh.

First Game!

The First Carolina Game of 2009 at our house coincided with our first party with law school friends. As I remarked to my husband in the liquor store last night, law school has really improved my alcohol tolerance. I'm not joking - there is alcohol at every turn. Of course a house full of law school students and my BILs - we put down a few cases of beer. We didn't get to sleep until almost 4 and I had to be at SBA at 9:30 am. I made it!

I also got my school issued flu shot on Thursday. I figured if I'm going to be in close proximity to 70 other students, someone is bound to give someone else the flu and there is no way I can miss a week of work and school to be sick. Plus, I'm a BIG FAT BABY and cannot handle being sick. My arm still hurts from the shot. See? Big Baby.

Okay, need to knock out a Legal Writing Paper before Gametime! Fun times!