Stolen from Kat

Because it's easier to do this than be creative. See Kat's responses here.

Instructions:

* Put your music player on shuffle.
* Press forward for each question.
* Use the song title as the answer to the question, even if it doesn't make any sense.

1. How am I feeling today? “Fin de semana” - Estoppa
2. Will I get far in life? “When I’m 64” - Beatles
3. How do my friends see me? “La Vie Boheme” - Rent
4. Where will I get married? “King Without a Crown” - Matisyahu (So I'm having a Jewish wedding?)
5. What is my best friend? “When You Got It, Flaunt It” - Producers
6. What is the story of my life? “I’ve Got A Dark Alley And A Bad Idea That You Should Shut Your Mouth (Summer Song) – Fallout Boy
7. What was high school like? “I Don’t Know What It Is” – Rufus Wainwright
8. How can I get ahead in life? “You’re A Good Man, Charlie Brown” - YAGMCB... So, stick to theatre?
9. What is the best thing about me? “You’ve Got A Friend In Me” – Toy Story Soundrack
10. What is today going to be like? “Voice Mail #3” – Rent (the one where Mark’s mom congratulates him for making TV and Alexi from Buzzline calls to hire him)
11. What is in store for this weekend? “Houses” – Mitch Hedberg
12. What song describes my parents? “Home Life” – John Mayer
13. To describe my grandparents? “Everything Will Be All Right” – The Killers
14. How is my life going? “My Sherona” – The Knack (no sense)
15. What song will they play at my funeral? “Stacked Actors” – Foo Fighters
16. How does the world see me? “Big Rock Candy Mountain” – O Brother, Where Art Thou Soundtrack
17. Will I have a happy life? “I Wish You Well” – Letters to Cleo/Josie and the Pussycats
18. What do my friends really think of me? “No One Else” - Weezer
19. Do people secretly lust after me? “One Man Guy” – Rufus Wainwright
20. How can I make myself happy? “Sugar, We’re Going Down” – Fallout Boy (I can only assume that means eat more candy)
21. What should I do with my life? “Africa” – Toto (That’s it, I’m going to South Africa)
22. Will I ever have children? “The People’s Song” – Les Mis (weird)
23. What is some good advice for me? “More Today Than Yesterday” - Goldfinger
24. How will I be remembered? “Te Dejo Madrid” – Shakira… so for being in Spain at some point?
25. What is my signature dancing song? “Ojos Asi” – Shakira… yeah, not really this song so much, but I’ll shake my booty to Shakira
26. What is my current theme song? Ariette Lyrique – Strauss (from Horn Concerto… doubt it)
27. What does everyone else think my current theme song is? “Es Por Ti” – Juanes… again, doubt it.

As promised...

So maybe it is Tuesday morning now, but so what?

I've barely had time to try and fix the things that are wrong with my blog, let alone post or actually put up all the links I had before. Yarrr.

Anyway, I figured a play-by-play of the weekend would probably be boring, so here are a few key phrases we picked up from various people we met this weekend:

- "Listen up, airborne"
- "You talk a lot of shit for a white girl" (Notice that this was said to a Mexican and a half-Asian girl)
- "I really am kind of a big deal!"
- "Psh, 1L? I'm kind of like a 4L"
- "Pearl Jam, what?"

Needless to say, the people we met were Kind Of Actually A Big Deal. Riiiight.

Pictures to come when Kim sends them to me.

Friday night we took this awesome tricked-out cab back to my place. It has a blacklight and - get this - on-demand video screens. We jammed to some Justin Timberlake and the cabbie played Toto, and I tipped him 1,000%

Softball championship game is sometime this week. We're in the finals - go Bradford!

How horrifying

I love Post Secret. It's sort of fascinating to see what people send in. This postcard below is from this week. Strange thing is, it doesn't surprise me.



Note the Emmanuels supplement by the toilet.

I promise to update soon with the weekend wrap-up, which will be much more uplifting and entertaining than this.

You know what that means!

So, I am posting at 1 am. That can only mean that I have an assignment due tomorrow! And I do! Ding ding ding! Actually, I'm pretty much done. There's only so much fake-revision one can do.

So for Zombie Jesus weekend, my family came up to Austin to visit me. Hurray, family! My parents stayed with our good old family friends John and Dora, who live near my apartment. One I of their daughters, Aurora (or "Catherine", which is her middle/stage name) is in a telenovela in Mexico, which makes me feel pretty darn special. I know a... kind of... famous person... in Mexico! Friday, when they got here, I ate out for three meals. Yes, three full meals. And dessert. I was set to explode.

Saturday, I ditched the family for a law school booze cruise. I'm sorry parents, we've been planning this since February or so. This takes precedent. It was a pretty awesome time, just chilling on the boat, drinking beer provided by Fulbright & Jaworski, and we actually docked somewhere on Lake Travis to get out and swim. And by swim, I mean, use the SLIDE. That's right, a slide attached to the boat. Best thing ever. In gratitude to Fulbirght & Jaworski, we had to take a picture of all of us being happy on the boat with the F&J sign they provided for us. How nice of them. Let me just say, that I foresee a lot of female job offers from F&J, considering how many of us were in our bathing suits when that picture was taken. BONG.

My parents were supposed to leave Saturday, but decided to stick around Sunday for Easter mass. Another giant meal, care of the parents. Thank youuuu. All this family time does mean that I got zero studying and very little progress done on my memo. Which brings us to where I am tonight, writing this at 1 am.

Kim comes tomorrow, which means another unproductive weekend! And Mal is coming the weekend after that! When am I actually going to study for finals? Never, that's when. Bye bye, GPA. It was fun while it lasted. Let's hope my summer job experience can get me a decent offer next summer.

This guy is almost as sarcastic as me

So this is blatantly stolen from Judd, but I had to repost this opinion. This is a federal district court's opinion refusing a motion to transfer by a big Northeastern corporation from Galveston to Houston. You must read it all. Judges can do whatever the hell they want, apparently, and I love it.

Defendant's request for a transfer of venue is centered around the fact that Galveston does not have a commercial airport into which Defendant's employees and corporate representatives may fly and out of which they may be expediently whisked to the federal courthouse in Galveston. Rather, Defendant contends that it will be faced with the huge "inconvenience" of flying into Houston and driving less than forty miles to the Galveston courthouse, an act that will "encumber" it with "unnecessary driving time and expenses." This Court being somewhat familiar with the Northeast, notes that perceptions about travel are different in that part of the country than they are in Texas. A litigant in that part of the country might be shocked at having to travel fifty miles to try a case, but in this vast state of Texas, such a travel distance would not be viewed with any surprise or consternation. Defendant should be assured that it is not embarking on a three-week-long trip via covered wagons when it travels to Galveston. Rather, Defendant will be pleased to discover that the highway is paved and lighted all the way to Galveston, and thanks to the efforts of this Court's predecessor, Judge Roy Bean, the trip should be free from rustlers, hooligans, or vicious varmints of unsavory kind. Defendant will be pleased to know that regular limousine service is available from Hobby Airport, even to the steps of this humble courthouse, which has got lights, indoor plummin', 'lectric doors, and all sorts of new stuff, almost like them big courthouses back East.

Joe Jamail is my hero

He's won the largest verdict in history, $12 billion in Pennzoil v. Texaco. I hear he was a pretty crappy student here at UT, and that gives me hope. And, in this glorious video, he can incite violence and use curse words all throughout his deposition, while calling the other lawyers fat. He will END YOU. God bless you, Joe Jamail.

I am a waste of space

I fell into a slump recently. A no updating slump. I know you all have been checking my blog, wondering, what happened at Notre Dame? What is going on in your life? Did you catch the AIDS from Nips? ARE YOU EVEN STILL ALIVE? While you would think that the answer is yes, I am dead, and that is the only excuse for not blogging, I am, in fact, alive.

It's Monday - let me tell you about my weekend. No, not this last weekend. The weekend before that.

So I leave for ND on Thursday and I have a stopover in Cincinnati, where there are a few young 'uns sitting around waiting to go to Prospective Students Weekend at ND. "Are you going to ND for Prospective Students Weekend?", they ask me. No, I graduated last year. But thanks.

So, I guess the weekend can be summed up in terms of failed missions. And a few successes. Let's tally it up.

• V for Vendetta: Success. Awesome. And inspired Mal to try and convince me to shave my head, which, for all interested, will not be happening. I don't think I can pull it off nearly as good as Natalie Portman does.
  
• Outdoor activity: Success and failure. Mini-golf = success. Frisbee = extreme pain and finger jammage and nail breakage.
  
• Baking: The one thing (other than V) that we actually had planned for the weekend. Failure. Total and utter failure. We bought the cake mix and icing... and proceeded to sit on our ass all weekend.
• Outings with the undergrads: Success and failure. Barnaby's = success with tasty beer and pizza. Legends = success with a side of awkwardness. Club Fever = total failure and a walk back to Oak Hill while only slightly drunk.
• Mothball's trip to Slovenia: Total failure. Resulted in much bitterness and insanity. However, out of the insanity, new catchphrases: Complete success. We now have "Jesus, Billy!" and "Mason-Dixon line!" Haha, only Mal and Ball get that reference.
• Hacienda: Success, and Aaron was working that night. And kissed my hand. Ummm.... I don't know how to respond. Just drink a giant margarita.
  
• Salome: Complete success. Good job, guys.
  

Well, that's about all for the wrap-up. All in all, it was a successful weekend, despite the fact that most the things we planned ended up being complete failures.

This weekend can be summed up like this: weird Japanese movie and a new dartboard and a newfound love of peppermint patties. You can make any drink out of the leftovers you have in your cupboards. Oose!

I will kill you, airlines, weather, and everyone involved

After a long and uninteresting story about how I was stuck at the Cincinnati airport for 6 hours, I have no energy to blog about the weekend. So, I will simply leave you with the original Chuck Norris, Bill Brasky.