"In vacant or in pensive mood..." I am: Bekah; 24; Law Student / Favorite Things: Carbs (so there!), Johnny Damon, Smiling at babies, Grilled cheese, Comfortable silence / Favorite Supreme Court Justice: Brennan / Favorite Wilson: Owen by an inch / Today's Special: Song: Elliott Smith, "Bled White"; Quote: "You know, there's like a butt-load of gangs at this school. This one gang kept wanting me to join because I'm pretty good with a bowstaff." Please love me: mmbekah@yahoo.com

 
Update on Sub & Cite/Comment

My Sub & Cite has been postponed. Get this: the higher-ups on the Review actually determined that the article was not in good enough condition to merit a Sub & Cite at this juncture. Keep in mind that I and my fellow junior members have had to edit articles that 1) are in Afrikaans, 2) are in some language other than English that is not even discernible, 3) completely lack pinpoint citations, and/or 4) contain propositions based on a source that can only be found at the bottom of an underwater cave in the Baltic Sea, but that we have to produce and scrutinize regardless. This article was bad. Hopefully when I get it again things will have improved a little. Taking advantage of the calm before the storm, I've been working on my Comment and have managed to do a good bit of preparation and writing. But that is boring, and you don't care.

Update on Condition of Neck/Back

Good news on this front--I can turn my head! You'll remember that last Wednesday I commented that my back hurt. Well, that was the understatement of the year. The situation got progressively worse, and by the end of the day on Thursday I could barely move. I was walking around with my shoulders hunched to my ears, wincing with every step. Whenever the pain got particularly bad, I insisted to anyone who would listen that I obviously had meningitis or some other life-threatening illness. When they suggested that I go to the doctor, I said I didn't feel like it. (So Bekah, you're dying, but you don't feel like going to the doctor?) I was a blast to be around, let me tell you. I think that since I'm not dead today it can't be meningitis, and was probably a combination of stress, sleeping funny, and hunching over this wretched computer too much. Whatever the reason, it sucks and I'm old.

Update on Work

I love my job. For starters, my boss's husband calls me "little Becky Becky Bek Bek" or some variant thereof, which might be offensive in any other context, but in his case is pretty hilarious. I spent my first full afternoon there on Thursday. When I got there, I had the following conversation.

Associate #1: Hey, we're heading out to pick up lunch. Do you want anything?
Me: (being polite) Oh, no thank you.
Associate #2: What, you don't eat?
Me: Um...no, I eat. I just...uh...had breakfast recently.
Associate #1: Alright then. Hey, are you ok? Does your back hurt or something?
Me: Yeah, I can't really move my neck so much lately...
Associate #2: Ha, you're getting old!
Me: Nooo...
Associate #1: Poor thing! Do you want me to bring you a cookie?
Me: (with a pout) Yes.

Awesome. Also, I don't know if this is everyone's experience when they start working, but I feel like law school really sets some ridiculous standards for us. All I've done so far is a little research and answered some phones and I'm doing an "amazing job." Wow, other law clerks they've had must have been total morons if that's true!

posted by Bekah at 4:19 PM :: |

 
Poop.

Today is not a good day. 8:30 class was cancelled, but only after I was out of bed and on the way to school. My back hurts. It's disgustingly humid, so my hair is trying to do it's best Slash impression. I went to breakfast where I tried to make a joke about a Constitutional Amendment with respect to cockfighting (Cockfighting will be between one cock and another cock, the two cocks may not get married, they may only fight...and, uh...and then I stabbed someone). Yeah, it didn't really translate from brain to words so well. And in a few minutes, I'm going to be sucked in by the undertow of a Sub & Cite. I may or may not be able to come up for air/blogging. Be excellent to each other while I'm gone.

posted by Bekah at 9:38 AM :: |

 
It's an Ass Clown! It's a Douchebag! No, it's both...it's...TWEEDMAN!

I realize that there are some things that I shouldn't post details about. There are boundaries that blogs can easily overstep and social norms of which blogs can easily run afoul. But I can confidently say that I have absolutely no qualms about describing every perceivable detail about Tweed man. It is my civic duty to do so. If I do not describe him more fully, there is a possibility that he will terrorize more innocent coffeehouse patrons, small children, or fuzzy bunnies. Please know that I'm not going on memory here; I am actually typing this as I look at him, looking at me looking at him. The levels of voyeurism in this undertaking are quite fascinating.

Anyway, beware if you see the following person:

A short man, a shade under five feet tall, slightly resembling Bilbo Baggins at the moment when he tries to steal the ring back from Frodo and his face contorts into a horrifying amalgamation of vampire and gremlin. As his name indicates, Tweedman often wears tweed, coupled with douche-tastic khaki pants--tapered, of course--and a collared shirt with sleeves that are far too short. Boat shoes are a necessity, and may be the source of all his evil powers. Test this theory by stomping his feet at any opportunity. Tweedman enjoys sitting several yards away from students, muttering and trying to blow up their computers with mind bullets. The appropriate response to this tactic is to stare back; he often grumbles and turns away for short time, giving you a brief respite from his furor. His hair is of a sandy, toupe-like consistency, and his eyes are as red as the pits of hell. He has a fairly distinctive gait, moving as though he has something large and awkwardly shaped stuck up his ass. It may or may not be my computer cord.

posted by Bekah at 8:33 PM :: |

 
Beware the Ides of March

There is no other way to put it: This month is going to blow. I have a 60-90 page Comment to write by the beginning of April, I just got new research to do for my job, classes are starting to reach that "ok, I'm pretty far into the semester and still don't really understand what's going on; this could be a problem" stage, and I arrived at school today to find a nice, thick Sub & Cite in my mailbox. Along with the Sub & Cite, I got an email informing me that there would be "special problems" with my article, about which I would have to speak to the Editor in Chief. I immediately got supremely pissed off and launched myself into an unfortunate fit of self-pity and bitchiness. When I knocked on the editor's door to inquire about my article's so-called "special problems," I learned that the citations would be kind of tricky because the footnotes are in really bad shape. [The original version of this post explained why the footnotes were so thorny, but I've been advised that it might not be a good idea to post the details on my blog. Suffice it to say that the article is rough for good reason.] And so, as I said before, March is going to seriously blow. Or maybe it will just suck. Either way, it's not good. But at least I should be done with the Sub & Cite before St. Patrick's day.

posted by Bekah at 4:31 PM :: |

 
Still thinking about Johnny Depp at the Oscars. Mmm. Yeah, can't really write anything right now.

posted by Bekah at 10:00 AM :: |