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The SBA Constitution passed. I celebrated with a few Blue Point IPAs at Reservoir, where I was accosted by a group of transfer students. Apparently, no one's paying attention to them - which makes sense, since the Tulane kids are like transfers, only cooler. I've gotten to know one of them fairly well, and a couple of them have sort of adopted me as their Senator, which is interesting now but will inevitably become annoying.
Someone's asking around for my LiveJournal name. I hope I've privated everything I need to private. And shit, even the stuff that's private isn't that interesting. Tom lacks intrigue.
Not that I want to be too frat boy about this, but I was so hung over on Sunday morning that it wasn't even funny. All I remember is a haze of karaoke and jello shots, and a Russian girl telling me that she found the construction of the sentence "I want to prosecute" absolutely hilarious.
Interesting dream the other night. I was a prosecutor and was in charge of prosecuting a contempt charge against Justice Antonin "Nino" Scalia, who had (at a New York County Supreme Court trial) told a judge to go fuck himself. Through a variety of procedural errors and frivolous arguments, this case made it all the way to the Supreme Court of the United States. Much of the dream centred on getting Nino to recuse himself from hearing the case.
The only other notable part of the dream was the introduction of the Justices. They all had theme music. Most of them were brought out to "Eye of the Tiger," complete with strobes and such. However, being Chief Justice, John Roberts had his own theme music - Johnny Cash's "Folsom Prison Blues." He also wore a cowboy hat and high-fived everyone on his way to the centre seat.
I need to cut back on my sugar intake.
Someone's asking around for my LiveJournal name. I hope I've privated everything I need to private. And shit, even the stuff that's private isn't that interesting. Tom lacks intrigue.
Not that I want to be too frat boy about this, but I was so hung over on Sunday morning that it wasn't even funny. All I remember is a haze of karaoke and jello shots, and a Russian girl telling me that she found the construction of the sentence "I want to prosecute" absolutely hilarious.
Interesting dream the other night. I was a prosecutor and was in charge of prosecuting a contempt charge against Justice Antonin "Nino" Scalia, who had (at a New York County Supreme Court trial) told a judge to go fuck himself. Through a variety of procedural errors and frivolous arguments, this case made it all the way to the Supreme Court of the United States. Much of the dream centred on getting Nino to recuse himself from hearing the case.
The only other notable part of the dream was the introduction of the Justices. They all had theme music. Most of them were brought out to "Eye of the Tiger," complete with strobes and such. However, being Chief Justice, John Roberts had his own theme music - Johnny Cash's "Folsom Prison Blues." He also wore a cowboy hat and high-fived everyone on his way to the centre seat.
I need to cut back on my sugar intake.