Monday, October 30, 2006
The professor is great in person. But, in the classroom, he is the flakiest professor I know. Not only does he like to go on tangents about random things that has nothing to do with contracts, but he likes to spend three class periods talking (not lecturing, just talking) about the same theory.
Since we spend so much time talking about consideration in contracts, it's ironic how he has absolutely no consideration in giving us sufficient notice about important things like midterms and make-up classes. Remember this about the surprise midterm? Well, this was the professor's notice about a make-up class as half the students were leaving the classroom:
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Professor: So, I'm thinking about doing the make-up class tomorrow at noon. You all fine with that?
Student: Um, we have a property class at 12:40.
Prof: Property? With who?
Student: Professor Y.
Prof: Professor Y? Who's that?
Student: Professor Y is the property professor.
Prof: Oh, her! Yeah, I'll talk to her, she won't mind if you're 10 minutes late to class.
Student: Um, I think she will.
Prof: Okay, how about doing the make-up class today at noon?
Student: We have a class..... (in reality, we didn't have a class, but who wants to go to a make-up class two hours after being given notice of it?)
Prof: Well, just keep an eye out for an email about the make-up class then.
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Yes, and two hours later, we receive an email telling us that the make-up class is tomorrow at 11:30 a.m., allowing us 20 minutes to stuff food down our mouths before going to Property class. Fun times it will be.
The worst part about all this is that I have this same professor for Contracts next semester. Someone just shoot me now.
Lunch during the weekdays usually consist of a turkey sandwich and a handful of chips. Normally, I would take a handful of some Doritoes or Pringles and be done with it. However, on days that I like to spice things up with salsa, I get into the problem of the vicious chips-n-salsa cycle: continuous eating of chips and salsa until either the chips run out or the salsa runs out -- whichever comes first.
You would think I'd have more control over this vicious cycle, but sadly, I do not have any control when it comes to spicy salsa and salty, crunchy chips (I have noticed that my chip consumption increases significantly according to the saltiness of the chip). If I had a new jar of salsa in front of me with a new bag of chips, I'd probably sit there and eat it all if permitted to do so. Fortunately (or unfortunately?), I am never presented with a new jar of salsa or a new bag of chips at the same time, therefore when one jar or bag is empty, I am forced to stop eating the combo. And The Boy will usually take the platter of chips and salsa away from me whenever we're at a Mexican restaurant that serves never ending chips and salsa because he knows I will never leave the table.
Well, okay, today I decided to have chips and salsa with my turkey sandwich. I only had half a jar of salsa and 1/4 bag of chips left but I wanted to be good about my portion today. I took a handful of chips and put it next to my sandwich, and poured only a tiny bit of salsa into a bowl for dipping.
I ate the turkey sandwich. I ate the portioned amount of chips and salsa. I had my glass of cranberry juice. I was full and satisfied.
But we all know I can't just stop at satisfied. I poured some more salsa into the bowl, took another handful of chips and continued chomping as I was watching Michelle use her hands to make a peanut butter sandwich on Full House. And when that ran out, I took another handful of chips and poured some more salsa into the dipping bowl.
And the only reason I stopped eating the chips and salsa was because I finished the 1/4 bag of chips I had left, leaving me with no more chips to dip. Which was good because now I have to finish the reading for criminal law.
Friday, October 27, 2006
Today, we learned about excuses for criminal liability and one of those excuses being self-defense, specifically the "battered spouse syndrome" and the admission of expert testimony in regards to the same. One can only hope that we will not have to deal with "pre-menstrual cycle syndrome" in the near future. That would be really bad for us guys.
Sunday, October 22, 2006
This greyhound's outfit just looked weird to me. But, he was a lot warmer than I was.
These chiquaquas were really pampered, being pushed around in a baby stroller. The white one on the left is two years old, and the one on the right is 17 years old and also won the "Oldest Dog" contest.
Dogs were not allowed in the garden.
You can dye your poodle orange!
Yes, those are Great Danes kissing a buffalo.
You're probably wondering why there were buffalo at a dog festival. We were in some nature reserve park in the middle of no where Missouri, and I guess the dogs had to share the grass with the buffalo. All I can say is that I am glad there is a fence between me and that buffalo.
Saturday, October 21, 2006
Woman: Excuse me.
Woman: Why is the cashier's officer not open today?
Me: Um, I don't know.
Woman: Do you go to school here?
Me: Yes, but I still don't know why the cashier's office is not open today.
Woman: Are you sure?
Me: Um, I didn't even realize the cashier's office is open on Saturdays.
Woman: Yeah, they are. But why is it closed today?
Man: Honey, she said she doesn't know. Let's go.
Woman: I was here last Saturday and the Cashier's Office was open.
Me: I don't know what to tell you. Obviously, it's not open today.
Man drags the woman away as she mutters: Stupid people.
Me continuing on my way: Okay then...
I'm not sure if that "stupid people" comment was meant for me or for the Cashier's office.
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
1. It was freezing cold outside today and normally if I had to make a choice between getting under the covers or braving the cold, I'd choose the covers. And yet I forced my freezing little toes into my sneakers and dragged my freezing butt to the gym in order to meet my 4-days-a-week-at-the-gym quota. (got three days this week, one more to go, whoo hoo!)
2. After my hard run on the treadmill, I managed to contain my dinner to just a small portion of lasagna and just a small slice of garlic bread. I felt full and satisfied. For the moment anyway.
About thirty minutes after my dinner, I managed to:
--eat the remaining 2 slices of garlic bread that was sitting on the cookie sheet
--eat a couple of pumpkin shaped candy corn because the Roommate left a note that said "Eat some!"
--eat a slice of pumpkin bread because I couldn't resist
--eat half a mango because I needed to add fruit to my diet
--eat a couple of Dove caramel chocolate squares because I needed something sweet.
As The Boy would say, I should be ashamed of myself. And I do feel a bit of shame for falling off the wagon, but just for a little bit. Then the moment passes and I go back to popping another piece of chocolate into my mouth.
Food is good. Enjoy the moment and savor the taste. Don't listen to anyone who tells you otherwise.
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
1. Giant geese laying golden eggs.
2. No flashbacks to Wonka's childhood days.
3. Using actual "little people" as the Oompa Loompas.
4. Tim Burton didn't direct it.
5. Willy Wonka is less creepy looking.
Five good things about The Remake:
1. Johnny Depp
2. Johnny Depp
3. Johnny Depp uses Nut-Cracking-Squirrels which are cuter than the Golden-Egg-Laying-Geese.
4. Tim Burton directed it, and was smart enough to cast Johnny Depp.
5. Johnny Depp, although the way he portrays "loopy Wonka" would totally scare a child. Heck, it kinda creeped me out and I'm not four years old.
How can you not love the image of Johnny Depp?
Sunday, October 15, 2006
Friday, October 13, 2006
Student 1: as soon as it is communicated.
Prof: what else?
Student 2: never or later
Prof: that sounds like a rap song
Prof starts miming rapping movements. Class laughs even harder.
Prof: Please clarify "never or later".
Student 2: the offer is not effective until a later time, or it may never be effective at all.
Prof: like a time limitation?
Student 2: yes!
Prof: Did you notice, class, how I saved him? I said "time limitation" and he said yes like he thought he was the bomb, but really he don't know a damn thing. But don't tell him that.
Thursday, October 12, 2006
It's so cold that I had to break out the new down comforter I had stashed away in the closet. (Trust me, I did not pay that price. Summer sales are cool.) Oh, it's so warm and fluffy. King-size comforter stuffed into a queen size cover equals lots of poofiness on a full size bed.** My bed looks like a giant marshmellow now. I'm sure that I disappear as soon as I get under the poofy covers. It's so floofy, nobody would probably notice that I was warming up under the blankets.
Okay, enough about the fluffy covers. Back to the coldness outside. I had to wear gloves this morning. People thought I was weird, but I don't care because my fingers were cold!! And I'm sure the only reason my contracts professor honked the horn on his car was because he was wondering why I was walking down the street in a light down jacket with gloves and a scarf on.
The weatherman said there may be frost tonight. FROST. It's only October people! This is the mid-west, not the east coast! Winter weather isn't supposed to come until Halloween is over. The reason trick-or-treating isn't popular on the east coast is because it's too freaking cold to dress in cool costumes while trekking in the snow, going from house to house begging for candy. All the kiddies are either snowmen, marshmellows, or different colored versions of the Michelin Tire Man because you have to wear puffy down coats in order to go trick-or-treating.
Good gosh, I'm already complaining about how cold it is and it's really only about 60 degrees outside. Imagine how much whining this blog will hold once there is actual snow on the ground.
Don't say I didn't warn you.
**If you're wondering why I don't have matching size bed accessories, it's because I purchased each at different times of my life. During my working days in San Francisco, I used to have a queen size bed, therefore all bedsheets and duvet covers were sized queen. When I bought the down comforter, it was a better purchase to get the king size and plus Macys didn't have any other sizes. Once I got to Kansas City, I had to buy a bed and my new apartment only had enough space for of a full sized mattress and box set (also because I refuse to sleep on a twin size bed anymore--I'm a big girl now). And there you have it. The history behind the king size down comforter stuffed into a queen size duvet and set upon a full size bed.
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Me: Hi Honey! Guess where we're gonna go this weekend?
BF: You sound really excited, must have to do with food.
Me: It isn't ALWAYS about food!
Me: Well, okay, it's about food.
BF: I know my little piggy well.
BF: Did you hear piggy? I meant "sweetheart". You heard me wrong.
Me: That's Miss Piggy to you, mister. Anyway, guess where we're going?
BF: Is there a chocolate festival going on?
Me: No, that was last weekend.
BF: Okay, where are you going?
Me: Krispy Kreme!
BF: Oh boy.
Me: That's right. I'm getting my glazed donut fix.
BF: Now I know that you're going to be good...
Me *with sarcasm*: Of course, I am going to be good.
BF: ...because you're just going to look at the process of how those donuts are made and you're not going to eat any donuts, right? You're just going to look and not touch, right?
Me: Of course, honey. I just want to learn how they make their donuts, and see the donuts go under the waterfall of icing.
BF: Oh stop it, you know you're going to eat a dozen the minute you get there.
Me: Yeah, who am I kidding? Do you want me to eat a dozen for you too?
BF: Knock yourself out. I can't stop you anyway.
Me: That's right. It's going to be an eating free for all!
BF: I'm so lucky to have an champion eater like you.
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Anyway, back to the bus story, it wasn't too bad. There's even a trip planner online similar to the one I use back in the Bay Area. Plot in the addresses and then voila, you have instructions on which bus to use to get there.
Fortunately for me, there is just one bus, called The Max, that goes from my apartment straight to the downtown area. The Max came at the exact time it was supposed to come, and it cost $1.25 to get on. I didn't know where to put the money, so the driver probably thought I was some country bumpkin trying to make it big in the city. He had to tell me take the transfer from the machine because I didn't know the machine had the transfers, I thought the bus drivers would hand out the transfers manually, like they do in San Francisco.
The bus was really CLEAN and not packed at all. Of course, I was on the bus at three in the afternoon, but still, it was close enough to peak travel hours, no? Anyhow, it was a pleasant thirty minute ride downtown and the computer lady announced each stop along the way. And there were no crazy, stinky, weirdoes or homeless riding on the bus either. The majority of the riders were elderly people, so they were just slow in getting off the bus, which is not a problem when there's no rush to get anywhere.
And since it took an exceptionally quick forty minutes at the DMV office to change my license, I was able to still use the bus transfer to take the bus back home without paying another $1.25. Score!
And I realized on the bus ride back home that we would pass by a Burger King. If it wasn't raining, I probably would have gotten off to make a fast food stop.
Saturday, October 07, 2006
Although there was no uniformity in the waitstaff clothing, the food was served the way it's supposed to be served--with the staff pushing the food around on a cart instead of carrying it around on trays. They were even annoying us by constantly asking us if we wanted the shrimp dumplings when we already had two plates of it on our table. Ah, the authenticity was comparable to San Francisco or New York dim sum dining.
And the food...ohmygosh the food was DELICIOUS. Above are the requisite cup of tea, hot mustard and hot chili sauce for dipping, and the vegetable dumplings.
Here we have the sticky rice wrapped in lotus leaf and Chinese broccolli in oyster sauce.
Shrimp dumplings in the bottom left corner, along with shrimp rolls on the left side and another serving of sticky rice in lotus leaf at the top.
These crab claws were to die for! Just enough crispiness on the outside that leads to juicy crabmeat on the inside. Yummmmmy!
Yes, all that food was eaten by just two people with very healthy appetites. CC and I were not disappointed with the food or the service. I think we made friends with the waiter, who will probably see us stuffing our faces with dim sum every Saturday from now on.
*CC is a fellow 1L who loves food just as much as I do!! And that's her hand modeling the coconut read bean cakes in the last picture.
The Dim Sum of All Things is also a great read by Kim Wong Keltner which you can buy here.
Before work-out -- 140 pounds
After work-out -- 140 pounds
Day 3 on the scale:
Before -- 140 pounds
After -- 140 pounds
Day 6 on the scale:
Before -- 140
After -- 130
Initial reaction -- WOW! Score! Well, I did do enough sweating running on that treadmill, it's about time I start seeing results.
Day 7 on the scale:
Before -- 130
After -- 120
Initial Reaction -- WOW! Another 10 pounds!
Thoughts while stretching out the quads -- This 3-times-a-week exercise program is working out well for me. I guess less is more. That's a bit unbelievable though. I better weigh myself again just to make sure.
2nd weigh-in -- 130
Reaction -- How the hell did I gain 10 pounds while stretching for 5 minutes?!
Day 10 on the scale:
Before -- 135
After -- 140
Reaction -- What the??
Day 13 on the scale:
Before -- 135
After -- 132
Reaction -- None.
Day 16 on the scale:
Before -- 140
After -- 110
Reaction -- Okay, this scale is obviously having issues. I'm not weighing myself anymore. It's inches a person should lose, right? Like who's going to believe I weigh 140 pounds in the first place?
Time for mint-chocolate chip ice-cream. The WHOLE pint. Because I deserve it for actually getting out of bed at 9am on a Saturday morning to go to the gym.
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Guess who's dancing? Jerry Springer. I nearly fell off the couch when I heard his name being announced.
I can't watch anymore. I need to change the channel now.
"I'm going to be out of town on Friday, so instead of canceling class, I decided that your midterm will take place during class on Friday. It won't be graded, but I'll use your midterm scores to determine whether or not to boost your final grade for the class."
Why is this news a surprise? Because yesterday, the professor told us that he would give us at least two weeks to prepare for the midterm. "Friday" is in three days. And he sent the email just five minutes ago, literally.
I think I will go burn my contracts book now. Can't use it during the final anyway.