McShepherd

I've been watching a lot of Lost lately. One of the many lovely things I received for my birthday from Mal was Season 2. I just saw season 1 right before school started, and then I started watching season 3 when it started, so I'm a little all over the place. Anyway, multiple episodes of Lost, along with my love of Grey's Anatomy, has made me realize - both hotties on each show are called Dr. Shepherd. And they're both surgeons - Derek is a brain surgeon and Jack is a spinal surgeon. I don't think this a coincidence. Derek = McDreamy. So what should Jack be? Mc...Rugged? Although we all know the real rugged man-beast on Lost is Sawyer. Plus, the nicknames usually end with a Y. So who is your pick? Dr. McDreamy? Or Dr. Jack Shepherd?

Blatantly stolen

I'm not much of a 24 fan, but it works just as well if you exchange "Chuck Norris" for "Jack Bauer". And yes, Chuck Norris jokes are still funny.

It is impossible to sue Jack Bauer for battery because whatever force he uses is always reasonable. Jack Bauer can recite ERISA from memory, word for word, but he never does it because ERISA is so boring. Congress once considered amending the Federal Rules of Evidence to make anything offered by Jack Bauer automatically admissible. Jack Bauer invented the common law. Jack Bauer does not need consideration to enforce his contracts. When the law of negligence first developed, liability turned on what Jack Bauer would do. The standard for conduct was later lowered to the “ordinary and reasonably prudent man.” Jack Bauer used to own Blackacre, but burnt it down for the insurance. Originally, the idea of separation of powers was a reference to the fact that Jack Bauer has two different fists. Jack Bauer has unlimited peremptory strikes, which he exercises by melting prospective jurors with his mind. Justice is blind because Jack Bauer roundhouse-kicked her in the face.

Better than a hard kick in the face

I forgot about some important things in my last post. First and foremost, the crazy cracked-out guy at the bar we went to Saturday night. We ended up going to this place called Bronx Bar, which was a bar, but I think it was trying to be a club. It was a pretty small bar, everyone was just standing around, trying to talk, but there was a DJ in the corner and he kept playing club mixes of the pop-iest songs around (SexyBack, London Bridge, etc.). So we get there, get our drinks, suddenly my brother tells me to watch my back. This big guy with his shirt open was break dancing on the floor and apparently I was almost stepping on his head. Then he got up and grabbed this blonde girl behind him, picked her up, and started swinging her around and around. She nearly clocked some guy in the head. I'm pretty sure he was on some sort of ecstacy/heroin high.

Also, I'm currently in a blog feud with Mothball. You'll never win!

Yes, I'm awesome

If you'll go over to Mal's website, you will see that my icon in the comments section is now Ollie the weatherman. I think that pretty much sums up my personality, right?

So, yesterday was my birthday. Thanks to all of you who left me a message on Facebook - maybe someday I'll get around to writing on your wall. Who am I kidding, I've got nothing better to do, I'll probably do it within a few days. But then again, I am lazy.

So, this weekend was pretty good. Mal came in on Friday night, and we went through the ghetto part of Austin to get to my apartment. He said, "What crazy route are you taking me? ... oh yeah, you moved." Genius.

Saturday we drove to Houston, Mal had his first taste of Whataburger, which was very well received, and we got into Houston right when the Irish were kicking off. The game was... oh my God. We nearly lost. Weeeeeep. I mean, thank God we won.

My dad grilled fajitas and then Mal, Jaime and Ana and I all went out to the Rice Village. Despite living in Houston all my life, I'd never been out to the Rice Village. It was a nice little collection of bars, but it didn't really compare to 6th Street. What does, really, other than Mardi Gras?

Sunday, we drove back to Austin. I won some tickets to a Lone Star Riverboat cruise at the TLF auction, so I decided to go ahead and go to a night bat watch. I know Mal has gone on and on about the bats, but you must trust me, for I speak-a Spanish: the bats coming out of the bridge. Was. AWESOME. You haven't truly lived until you've seen a colony of about 1.5 million bats drop from a bridge and fly off like a cloud of smoke. I really should actually explore the city more. And bring a camera. To top off the day before my birthday, we went to dinner at Hooters - I think buffalo anything is quickly becoming my favorite meal. Mal and I then bought a sampling of tasty beers from around the world and enjoyed them with cookies delivered to my door. BONG.

Your wake-up call

Now that I live alone, I'm a little more paranoid about my safety. Not like the presence of another girl under 5'2" is going to help if someone actually tried to break in, but it's always a little more comforting when there's someone else in the apartment. So you can imagine my surprise when I heard some loud knocking at my door at 8:30 this morning. I checked the peephole, and it looked like a FedEx guy. I opened the door, and he asked me to sign his little computer, and handed over a package. From NBC Universal? Innnnteresting. I opened it up, only to find that it was from my good friend, Anglee, and contained the following:

It's finally here

Tonight, my friends, is the Project Runway season finale! It's been an exciting season, and let me tell you, I think Tim Gunn is probably the greatest part of it now. Pretty much every time he saw one of Kayne's designs, he yelled out "Oh, Jesus!" Ahh, classic Tim.

I finally got my car windshield repaired today. The Phantom has taken some beatings lately. First, it got rear-ended coming out of a Target, then it had a few dents on the doors from idiots who park too close. Who wouldn't want to be close to true beauty, I know, but they could at least watch how they open the doors to their POS's. Finally, on my last trip to Houston, I got a rock right to driver's side of the windshield. So now my car is totally officially tainted. Oh well, it was good while it lasted.

Last Thursday, I went to the TLF auction, and actually ended up winning some stuff in the silent auction, including: An autographed copy of the book "The Warren Court" (yes, I'm a huge nerd), two tickets to a riverboat tour on Town Lake, and 8 yoga classes. I didn't really think I was going to win anything, but I guess there weren't that many people there this year. If anything, the yoga should be a way to finally get me to get off my ass and do something other than bowing in front of my DVR all afternoon.

I'm finally caught up with the rest of the country

Last night I decided to go see Talladega Nights at the last minute. There were about ten people in the theater, which was about 7 more than I expected. I liked it and laughed significantly, but I don't know if it will survive multiple viewings like Anchorman. And here it is, post #2 of the week. Maybe one of these days I'll talk about law school again.

My week, aka, I'm sorry I'm not posting more

I really have no excuse for not posting. It was a fairly interesting week. I'll try to keep up more often, mostly out of guilt from getting frustrated that other people's blogs aren't updated more. I guess I can't complain if I don't update my own, so I'm trying to do more about that.

The beginning of the week was fairly uneventful. Highlights of the end/weekend include:

- A Michael Jackson singalong at The Alamo Draft House. It was insane. There were at least three people dressed in various stages of MJ - one "Smooth Criminal" MJ, one "Billie Jean" MJ, and one psycho red drum major, one gloved MJ. They showed the full versions of all the great MJ videos, including the controversial Black Or White video (which has plenty of gratuitous slow-motion crotch grabs). It was a fun time, but I don't know if I'll be back to one of those anytime soon. Although, I hear they're doing something with Saved By the Bell in November, so I will probably have to check that one out.

- Saturday, Texas v. Baylor. There was no ND game this weekend, unfortunatley, but I made it to the game this weekend at UT. It was a pretty exciting first half, Baylor put up a good fight.

- Pretty much everyone else has commented on the ghetto party, so I won't. Especially since there may be some incriminating photos of me in undergrad floating around. I'm taking the CHLSA stance and keeping my mouth shut.

- I think I've realized the source of my lack of blogging. This year I decided to upgrade my cable to get a DVR, and brother, it has changed my life. I think my relationship with my TV may be bordering on unhealthy.

- Does anybody know where/when Ex Parte is going to be? Just curious.

- Friday, Mal comes into town and we're heading to Houston for my version of Meet the Parents. I guess it would be Meet the Fockers, which wasn't nearly as good as the original. That's probably how this one is going to turn out too, if only because it's only an overnight stay and instead of going to a beach house, we're going to my parent's house. At any rate, it should be a good weekend.

Yeah, so those last few aren't highlights at all. I resolve to post at least twice more before Friday. You can hold me to that one.

Weekend Wrapup: Alumni Band Reunion Edition

'Twas a wonderful weekend for sure. Thursday included two delayed flights to South Bend, getting me in around 9:30 pm. Seeing as I hadn't eaten since noon central time, we tried to go to BK near Corby's only to see that... the restaurant area was open, but the cashiers were closed. I'm sorry, you can't get food unless you go through the drive-though. What? So instead we went to Pizza Bell and got a personal pizza. I was really hungry, but Mal ate the entire thing. So I had to go to Corby's on an empty stomach. I think it was his plan to get me drunk that night.

We did indeed hit up Corby's for the second time in one night (for him). Jism and LB were there, along with Rocky, Ball, and Jan's friend MaryCille. We made it home sometime... somehow. All I know is we slept until 1, which was way ahead of our 4pm prediction. We hit up some Chili's, some Legends action to meet everyone in the world, followed by practice and dinner... somewhere. Then back to Corby's! As you can see, the details of this weekend are crystal clear.

We planned on getting up early for tailgating, but somehow slept until later than usual. The tailgate was rather excellent, with pretty much everyone ever in attendance. Vnak showed off his new bling (but no babies). The game was smack-downtastic. I have a terrible face sunburn/tan that redefines raccoon eyes. Damon's is tasty. I'm bored with myself already. Sorry, people.

My TV's sound is fuzzy. I'm worried it may be on the way out.

It is time

Well, my friends, tomorrow I depart to The Bend to see Stephen! I mean, Mal. Or something. Oh, and there's also some sort of band reunion going on. Not only will pretty much everyone I know be in attendance, it will also be a time to see extremely old men attempt to march and not give a damn what the new version of the fight song is, he's playing his version!


You crazy kids and your K-Dub version!

So, it should be an exciting weekend filled with fashion, fun, and frivolity. Elizabeth and I will discuss khaki on khaki and when that is appropriate, along with appropriate interview-wear. Nips will surely have some drunken tomfoolery of the likes we never saw in undergrad. Other shiznittery will occur. CJ's will be consumed. But most importantly, I'm going to spend some time with my boyfriend and go see another solid football game. That's right Austin people: I do in fact hate you.

What??

I waited a full week to see if anyone had anything to say on the subject of zombies. I guess they don't.

My brother sent me this awesome meltdown by an MSU radio announcer. So what if I'm a week late.

I went to Wal-Mart today, which reminded me how much I hate people.

I guess there isn't much more to say except, I'll see all of you in the Bend this weekend.

Sometimes I forget I'm supposed to be talking about law school. So I'll try and give you a bit of an update of what's been going on. OCI is finally over, and I'm still waiting on the vast majority of places to hear if I get a callback or an outright rejection. I have my first callback interview tomorrow in San Antonio, and really, I don't know what to expect. I have nothing to tell these people that they don't know from my resume or my first interview. And I'm supposed to talk to various people for two hours? What am I going to be doing? At the very least, they're taking me to lunch afterward, which should be nice, but not nearly as awesome as attempting to drive back to get to class on time. It's going to be time to see what The Phantom can do on the open road!