I want you to get the dirt, no matter what it takes
My mac, as it turns out, is NOT an infallible machine on the brink of being sentient. I know this because the battery, over the past few months, has crashed and my charger broke last night. It's kind of disconcerting when this beast which might as well be an additional cyborg-like limb/compartment of your brain is reduced to a useless heap of metal and plastic. The mac store people patched it all up at that snazzy genius bar. I swear, someone is ten times sexier if they work at the genius bar. And they're all so nice.
Some bitch is talking loudly in the library. Growr. I am in the library working on MT (or, rather, procrastinating). I'm kind of dreading our practice at four because one of our team members hasn't been showing up for meetings or returning my or Will's (my co-captain) calls, and if he doesn't come today I can pretty much assume that motherfucker is going to quit. His name is Elkin, and I am nursing a mild loathing for him, as, if he drops, our team won't be able to compete. He pretty much told me that he didn't care about mock trial when I spoke with him on thursday, which is a pretty ballsy thing to say to your effing TEAM CAPTAIN! But the worst thing is, and I know this is horrible on my part, he's one of those conservatives that so conservative that it impedes his ability to interact with people less conservative than he is. If he quits, I'm seriously going to corner him and recite The Communist Manifesto, or make him sit through patriotic Russian music.
Tonight, there is going to be a large party at my house in honor of Ashley's run for student body president. I plan on throwing down with the good friends.
Something that rocks: Manu is, in all likelihood, going to work for Testmasters and be my LSAT teacher! That's going to take so much of my stress over it away.
Also, I'm reading this book called Brave Story by Miyuki Miyabe. I'm about 330 into it and it's definitely going to be one of my favorite books. I'm actually learning a lot about Japanese culture from reading it. It's written really simply with these little flashes of brilliance, which really is the trick of good writing, just straightforwards image-crafting and a strong voice underlying it all. I've tried to go for this in intermediate cw (the class with Daniel Wallace [hottie and badass!]). Usually try to make these uniquely-phrased portraits of like, some natural place, but for the first story of his class I kind of chucked that theory out the window and just wrote in a really direct manner, about this kid who likes to LARP defeating a burglar and meeting his soon-to-be stepbrother. It felt a lot more natural, I hope the class likes it.
Some bitch is talking loudly in the library. Growr. I am in the library working on MT (or, rather, procrastinating). I'm kind of dreading our practice at four because one of our team members hasn't been showing up for meetings or returning my or Will's (my co-captain) calls, and if he doesn't come today I can pretty much assume that motherfucker is going to quit. His name is Elkin, and I am nursing a mild loathing for him, as, if he drops, our team won't be able to compete. He pretty much told me that he didn't care about mock trial when I spoke with him on thursday, which is a pretty ballsy thing to say to your effing TEAM CAPTAIN! But the worst thing is, and I know this is horrible on my part, he's one of those conservatives that so conservative that it impedes his ability to interact with people less conservative than he is. If he quits, I'm seriously going to corner him and recite The Communist Manifesto, or make him sit through patriotic Russian music.
Tonight, there is going to be a large party at my house in honor of Ashley's run for student body president. I plan on throwing down with the good friends.
Something that rocks: Manu is, in all likelihood, going to work for Testmasters and be my LSAT teacher! That's going to take so much of my stress over it away.
Also, I'm reading this book called Brave Story by Miyuki Miyabe. I'm about 330 into it and it's definitely going to be one of my favorite books. I'm actually learning a lot about Japanese culture from reading it. It's written really simply with these little flashes of brilliance, which really is the trick of good writing, just straightforwards image-crafting and a strong voice underlying it all. I've tried to go for this in intermediate cw (the class with Daniel Wallace [hottie and badass!]). Usually try to make these uniquely-phrased portraits of like, some natural place, but for the first story of his class I kind of chucked that theory out the window and just wrote in a really direct manner, about this kid who likes to LARP defeating a burglar and meeting his soon-to-be stepbrother. It felt a lot more natural, I hope the class likes it.