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Name: L.
Country: United States
State: Pennsylvania
Metro: Philadelphia
Gender: Female
Interests: Learning new things, self expression through various mediums, getting my hands on new gadgets, playing old RPGs (FF6 anyone?), watching anime like an addict. And last of all, battling the forces of mediocrity and stupidity one dumbass at a time!
Expertise: I'll show you personally...
Occupation: Student
Industry: Legal
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AIM:  MoinkyDoink
Member Since:
1/25/2006
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| Hard to believe, but in a little less than a week I'll be graduating from law school and thus ends seven (wonderful? excruciating?) years of higher education. A strange feeling to be going out into the very un-MTV version of the real world... where I get to make all sorts of "adult" decisions like how much to contribute to my 401k and which health care plan option to pick.
Part of me wants to go back to grade school, where recess was the highlight of the day and the hours between 3pm and 7pm were dedicated to cartoons and Saved by the Bell.
But then again, these law school loans aren't gonna get paid by watching cartoons...
So yeah, finish law school - check.
Next on the list: pass the patent bar, pass the PA bar, pass the NJ bar, get married, go on an awesome honeymoon/post-bar trip to Hawaii, somehow drag myself away from Hawaii back to Philly to start work full time. The end.
Nah, that's too depressing. The "end" doesn't start till you have children, ha!
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| Holy crap it's been a long time since the last update. Although to be honest, my life isn't all that interesting so no one is missing much. I actually joined Xanga as a way to keep in touch with college friends, but it seems that most of them have abandoned this particular pursuit in their post-college-semi-adult-but-not-wanting-to lives, but that sort of defeats the purpose of "updating" people on my life.
But still, I feel the need to indulge in sporadic posts, sort of like performing CPR on a person 5 minutes since it's went into DFIB, maybe in the hopes that there will be a House-ian miracle where... I don't know... the interest in Xanga gets resurrected? At which point I will make a witty sardonic remark and pop a few vicadin. (As an aside, despite his prominent bald spot, I have the ultimate old man crush on Hugh Laurie).
So an update on my life. Two years of law school has come and gone, and now I'm squarely in my third year, and have filled my last semester with the MOST is-this-a-joke classes I can think of. I am totally looking forward to sitting in a coffee shop, NOT pouring over a giant casebook on antitrust, but instead reading a paperback of The Firm for my Law and Fiction class. And then comes the atrocity know as the BAR exam, during which time I will become pale & pasty, eat too many things that are bad for me, and generally lose interest in life. And hopefully some agonizing months later, when I've already started working full time, I'll see my name on a publiclly posted internet list of those who passed.
Oh, and for those who like to read. I'm a huge fan of Haruki Murakami, and have just finished Kafka on the Shore, one of his classics that I've somehow been putting off. His fictional writing can perhaps be described as a lovely mixture of mystery and suspense always with a dash of the supernatural thrown in that somehow fits so perfectly into the mundane that the reader never stops to question it.
Yay 2009!
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| Enough said...
in other news, the US financial system meltdown still in full swing.
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| While running the other day, I saw a short Mexican guy run up the steps of the Philadelphia Art Museum while holding a lit cigarette in his hand. (I mention his ethnicity not to raise negative racial stereotypes, but merely so you can get a better image of this guy in your head while picturing the incident). Granted, he wasn't in workout clothes, which makes the running more likely a touristy-effort to recreate Rocky than actual exercise, in which case it would be the most counter-productive workout ever.
Think road-rage is reserved for drivers? Think again. Just moments ago outside of my apartment I witnessed a cyclist (on one of those fixed-gear bikes favored by city-dwellers) pull up next to a car yelling "you feel like a big man now you motherfucker? You just almost killed someone, learn how to drive!" Verbatim, I kid you not. Even stranger is that he didn't just do a bike-by-bashing and then pedal away, instead he struck around at the intersection (a green light no less), continuing to yell into the offending car's open window, at one point even making little swerving motions with his hands to show how the car, in cutting him off, had almost hit and seriously injured him. After getting my mail, I poked my head out, and sure enough... he was still there in the middle of the street... holding up traffic... yelling.
While walking in the city, I sudden heard the tune of "sugar pie, honey bunch" by the Temptations, which got louder as I got closer to an intersection. I eventually found the source of the song, this souped-up-spoiler-sportin'-groundeffects-new-rims-lowered-rice-rocket, and the music was blasting out of its massive stereo system. Since the car, myself, and other pedestrians were all stopped at a red light, we all started grooving out to the music, and one guy even started singing out loud. It was a beautiful moment. Until the driver looked over, realized that his window was wide open, saw all of us smiling and singing, looked really awkward and panicked for a moment, and proceeded to stop the song mid-honey-bunch and switch in some gangster rap, then speed off the moment the light was green. Fun sponge!
Got any of your own strange sighting to share? Feel free to comment away, all 2-3 of my blog readers =)
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| And here is a public service announcement from me to you!
I kid. Seriously though, if you ever wanted to really light up a family member, significant other, or friend's day -- send them a package at work. It doesn't have to be something big, preferable something they wouldn't be embarrassed to open at work. This excludes ridiculously huge bouquets of flowers (which I personally think are only borderline acceptable on V-day, a birthday, or anniversary), sex toys, and anything too big and awkward to carry around. Preferably, it should be something really random but you know the recipient would enjoy. To really make it special and fun for this, don't put your return address on the package, either have it directly sent from where you bought it (minus the receipt, that sort of ruins the surprise) or ship it yourself with nothing in the top left corner. This will have them slightly puzzled yet still overjoyed to receive a totally unexpected present.
The source of my sudden do-gooder-inspiration? Just the other day I got back to work from lunch, sat down at my desk, and found a mysterious box containing a signed copy of Kevin Smith's book "My Boring-Ass Life: The Uncomfortably Candid Diary of Kevin Smith." Not knowing who sent it, I was obviously confused, but it was like being a kid on Christmas morning... except you still believed in Santa Claus... and you didn't even know it WAS Christmas morning!
I eventually tracked down the perpetrator behind the gift, and expressed my undying gratitude for the best work-day surprise ever =)
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