Guess what guess what guess what! I found another journaler in law school! Well, actually, she found me, but still. Her name is Melissa, she's in her second year of school in DC and her journal is way cool. You can find it here.
Okay, here is the bizarrest thing ever. Go on, go look at it, then come back.
So. In case you were confused, I'm not actually a lawyer (yet), I don't actually live in L.A. (anymore), and I don't actually use cascading style sheets on my index page (I didn't even know what CSS meant until I asked my girls), so I'm not actually sure how exactly it is that they're screwed up.
Anyway, I couldn't just leave it out there, so I had to sign up, and I couldn't figure out who to inform about how screwed up the description was (clicking the link to the name of the reveiwer doesn't get me anywhere, although I have since been informed of who it probably is), so I had to post an opinion, and of course I had to rate myself, and what was I supposed to put but positive, which makes me look like a big old geek. (I know it's not up yet, apparently it takes a couple of days.)
Argh. I'm not one to look a link gift horse in the mouth, but how can you feel you know my journal well enough to review it if you think I'm a lawyer in Los Angeles?
I saw the funniest commercial today. It was a bunch of different people saying "botulism," again and again. Waitress: "Botulism." Skate punk: "Botulism." Old guy in hospital: "Botulism!" Over and over again.
Then you see a guy on TV say: "Salmonella?"
That is SO me watching Millionaire. I holler at the television like you wouldn't believe. Like the guy last night, who wasn't sure who the Indian in the pollution PSA from the 70's was. "Iron Eyes Cody! Iron Eyes Cody!" Like he can hear me.
I really don't have that much else to say. I've been spending the week finishing up my bar exam application, which is just a big pain in the ass. God bless the internet, because I was able to find an address for the company I worked for during the summer of 1990. (You have to give every job you've had for the last ten years.) I didn't even think they were in existence anymore.
And I had to borrow a typewriter. The damn thing has to be typed, and Missouri doesn't have an online version of its application yet. The only typewriter available to the public in the library of the school has a piece of paper taped to it that says "This piece of 20th century technology doesn't work."
I hope "The West Wing" is new tonight. The only cool thing about having to type the application is that it's mindless. I've done all the information gathering, but fussing with the paper and lining up the typewriter lines does not require an enormous amount of brain cells.
Damn. It's a repeat. They've been repeats forever.
Like I'm not going to watch it anyway.
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