renegadeRICEcracker

woo hoo!

i got my bar number today. well, technically i got it yesterday or the day before or something like that. our recruiter e-mailed those of us who hadn't yet sent her our numbers, and when i called the one who had and asked her where she found her number, she informed me that it was on the bar statement that i got last week.

i instill great faith in people, i know.

my secretary looked me up on the state bar page and printed me out. i feel so official.

ouch

i hurt. i hurt all over.

last night tana and i went to the rainbow on sunset with various peoples from various stages of our lives. much alcohol was had and puking was experienced by more than one person. afterward we came back to my place to continue drinking and watch bad tv.

there are three people passed out in my apartment as i type.

i have to go watch tv.

merry christmas.

Actor: Scott Schwartz.

Character: Flick, Ralphie's friend.

Best line: With increasing panic - "Thtuck. Thtuck! THTUCK!! AAAaaaaii!!"

Bio: The kid who got his tongue stuck on a pole left mainstream acting for porn films in the late 1990s. "I did what I did," he said of his X-rated past. "Now I'm married and gonna work on a family soon. Did I break any laws? Did I go to jail? Nothing." He currently works with his father at Baseball Cards and Movie Collectibles Etc., in suburban Los Angeles. He said he's still very proud of "A Christmas Story." "People say, `If you could trade, would you make, like, "E.T." or would you still make "A Christmas Story"?' I'll take 'A Christmas Story.'"

here's hoping

i put together my new elliptical today. maybe i will get on it sometime. it seems promising, i have it facing the tv. i'm actually kind of excited.

some jackass told me it would only take 5 minutes to put together. "it's not like it's in pieces or anything!" i submit to you the following:

alright. i have to go wash the random gobs of vaseline that are all over my hands from inopportune grippings of various pieces of the thing.

on rollers.

a 6.5 earthquake from pretty far away translated into a strong rocking on the 41st floor that lasted for a pretty damn long time.

i was in a meeting, and when it started we all kind of looked up. someone hypothesized that it was the window-washers, whose cables we could see hanging outside the window (i don't know how two people hanging from a building are supposed to make it rock), but when it got stronger and we started to feel sea-sick, we decided that an earthquake was more probable. that is, we decided in a small bit of commentary to the side while the meeting... continued.

after a little bit, when the rocking didn't stop but the partner kept talking, everyone was kind of looking at each other and a senior associate finally said he couldn't concentrate, so we got up. a couple people went into the hall (the core of the building is supposed to be the strongest). we were gathered around the door to the conference room and the partner was like, "hey! what's going on?!"

so... we filed back in, sat down, and continued the meeting. we opened the door so we could better hear the announcement that came a bit later telling us to check for injuries and not leave the building until further announcement (they say that falling glass and things like that make it dangerous to be outside during an earthquake). and that was it.

i like this partner. no one was hurt. everything in the building is operational. but i thought it was funny.

this is cute.

a magic trick.

i had to do it twice to figure it out. the first time i was distracted because i was afraid it was soothing you to have something loud and scary jump out, like those damn quizzes isaac found online.

informal poll

this is for the girls, but i suppose guys can answer too.

when you go to the bathroom with your female friends, if it is a large stall or a big, one toilet bathroom, do you go in together? like, go in and keep talking while taking turns to pee?

i have known of people who do so, but not that many. however, two of the associates i work with said they didn't even realize that there were girls out there who didn't. we were at the standard a while ago and one of them pulled me into the stall with her. when i said i wasn't really a stall sharer she started laughing and ushered me out, saying she didn't mean to pressure me into the stall or anything.

i have since gone out drinking with them and shared a bathroom with the other female associate, and it was not so weird. it came up last night and we had a loud, animated conversation about bathroom sharing at the hockey game, which i think was not to the family in front of us's liking. eh.

thoughts?

ah, elimidate.

"misty, you need to get yourself a degree or something, so you can learn how to talk to people, you know, to conversate or something."

the embarrassing tolerance.

i swear to god, my tolerance raises sometimes in a way that shocks me. and then at other times, like tonight, i go to a hockey game, have one beer, turn bright red, and buzz heavily.

*sigh*

it was a large beer.

aww... the guy on queer eye (adam?) kept his place and grooming just the same as queer eye left it. finally, a tv show that touches people's lives in a positive way.

the cruzan mojito

a few weeks ago, josh told me that he and julio have taken to drinking mass amounts of the cruzan mojito, largely because "the dollar tree," a dollar store up north, sells these things for a buck a six pack, four a case. this, you may notice, translates to 17 cents a bottle.

curiosity peaked by his description, i hopped online. this is what i found.

anyway, to defend his honor, josh drove down yesterday and donated a case to our drinking festivities yesterday. the general consensus seemed to be that, though they taste nothing like mojitos, they are not so bad, tasting mainly like lemon soda, but a little sweeter. perhaps not as good as other beverages, but definitely worth the 17 cents, which i think above-linked article fails to take into account.

klutzy fingers.

one little typo and i go from looking at declaratory relief to a statutory provision on "Assistance to certain disadvantaged children in Asia."

the exciting new development of the week is my recent acquisition of a california style guide. it saddens me to say that, rather than discussing fall fashions or anything of the sort, all it actually tells me is what citation form i should use for any given source i wish to cite.

it also saddens me to say that, yes, this is the only thing that could constitute an exciting new development in my life.

hung...over.

last night was our holiday party. now i'm broken.

i would say that it started innocently enough, except that the plan was for this to be a raucous, debaucherous evening from its inception - weeks ago a bunch of the more party-oriented associates made plans to get rooms at the standard, so that after we left the park plaza hotel we could after-party at the hotel bar and then stagger up to our rooms from there.

a word about the standard. i appreciate edgy modern deco. i do. i was a fan of the bright red doors with the "hello my name is 1102" placards by the doors. i like the rooftop bar, with the pool and the bright orange (but not really the unisex bathroom that ends up less than sparkling by the rest of the evening). and we found it amusing that the direct-dial numbers on the hotel phone included "heaven," "hell," "fluffer," and "motivational speaker." but i feel that the push for uber-trendy edgy sometimes leaves things less than functional.

i mean, the room was nice. and there was a bed. and a tv. of course, the bed didn't face the tv. because it faced the shower. that's right. the shower. there was no wall between the bedroom and the shower. there was a sheer curtain you could pull between the shower and the bedroom, and one on the other side to separate you from the sink/mirror. but not on the end, ostensibly because this would block your view from the full length mirror facing the shower.

now, this wouldn't have really been a problem... had i not decided to split a room with sean. we ended up having to coordinate so that one couldn't walk around the shower to get to the toilet (there was a door there, at least) while the other was in the shower. it worked out in the end, and it could have been worse - another first year told us that the room she shared with her fiance didn't have a curtain between the shower and the bed - it had a glass wall. nice. the fiance expressed disappointment that the wall fogged up whilst he was watching his woman shower.

anyway, the evening went well. we got righteously hammered somewhere between the park plaza and the standard, and then several of us ended up in an associate's room until 4, where we were interrupted several times by "representatives of the standard hotel" and threatened to be evacuated.

celebrity poker.

i've been trying to finish this stupid unpacking process all afternoon, and during this process ended up watching several hours of poker on tv. at the moment, i'm watching world championship poker on the travel channel, but earlier watched carrie's gay boyfriend from "sex & the city" knock out ben affleck, david schwimmer and a couple other actors on celebrity poker.

i've decided that watching celebrity poker is painful. i don't need to watch people on tv play poker at the same level as i do (or worse - and that says a lot). and it's worse when they talk (when giving thoughts on poker, an actress just said, "i mean, i think you have to /fold/ sometimes!"). it's one thing to watch someone break rules because they are good at reading and playing people. it's another to watch people break rules because they are just stupid.

if isaac were dead, he'd be turning in his grave.

a subtle hint.

today one of the first years told me that our pictures are up on the firm website. her exact words were, "our pictures are up on the website. your picture is cute."

just now, i went to check out the situation. you can imagine my confusion when i saw that i was not /on/ the website. no name, no picture, no "bio forthcoming." adding to this confusion is that all the other first years /are/ on the website. granted, some haven't yet approved their bios, so some entries are incomplete, but they are /there/.

perhaps this is some subtle termination method. next week i just won't get a paycheck. and the week after, someone will be sitting at my desk.

i am also confused by why the girl told me that she thought my picture was cute. she had clarified and said, "oh, cute, you know, not like a little kid - what i meant was that your picture looks nice."

i mean, barring the unlikely event that they had posted my picture for a short window of time and then decided that they didn't like it on there, clearly this is just something she said... what, to be polite? she is strange.

life is beautiful.

i had 20 minutes of downtime before lunch and used them to purchase 5 books from amazon.com. even better, lexis had given me a $25 gift certificate, and i chose the free shipping (5-9 days) and thereby got over $30 off. what more could you want in life?

except a TiVo. i'd like that. and i'd like to know how to use my wireless g card with my work computer. and a hundred thousand million dollars. a hundred thousand million dollars would be good. then i could spend all my days lying around, playing with my TiVo, and reading my amazon books. and playing with the new kitty i would have. yeah.

unrelated issues

1. someone in my office has trouble somewhere in the usage of toilet seat covers. for the last three days, there have been toilet seat covers gratuitously filling a (clean) bowl, hanging pell-mell from the dispenser, or sitting in stacks on the seat. it's like there's a mischievous toilet pixie.

2. this week i removed the laptop from my docking station so that i can put it on the branching out part of my desk and face the door when i work (my ninja sensibilities react badly to the vulnerable situation i am left in when people or things can sneak up behind me and ambush me unawares.). with the new placement of the computer, i have my elbows on the table when i am typing. i have a bruise on my right elbow. it hurts.

3. lawyers but not attorneys. i was sworn in yesterday, and at the ceremony, the president of the young lawyers' association spoke to us shortly before the oath. he was going on and on about how we should be proud of our noble professions, and in the process said, "you are lawyers. in a few moments you will be attorneys." apparently i'd been misrepresenting myself when people asked what i did and i said i was an attorney. hopefully the bar association won't find out and discipline me, as they told us yesterday they do swiftly and harshly.

observations of the day.

1. hotmail has redesigned their welcome page.
2. equal tastes bad in coffee.
3. it is very hard to come up with an adequate synonym for "bitching and moaning" that is appropriate to put in a brief.