"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

 
One More.

Hi, I'm Bekah. You might remember me from such after school specials as, "Mommy Why Can't I Take Speed During My Evidence Final" and "Blood in the Computer Room: The Loud-Typer Massacre."

So, hi. I am still alive, but confused. I'm not quite sure what happened to me this week, but I have a distant recollection of somehow taking three exams. I remember typing pages and pages for hours at a time, but I couldn't really tell you where one day ended and the next began. It was, put simply, a seamless stretch of torture. I can't be sure, but I think I may have written about Title VII on my Evidence exam, tried to make a hearsay objection on my First Amendment exam, and described in great detail the Central Hudson test for commercial speech on my Law and Gender exam. Added up, that is 10.5 hours of typing some seriously convoluted shit. So feel special, because now I'm typing again. For you. I do it all for you.

Unfortunately, I don't really have anything to say right now. I need to start studying for my last exam, and I should probably do that before I lose what little momentum I still have. When something does come to me in the natural course of events, I will definitely write about it. Sorry for the lack of content. Content neutral regulation. Time Place Manner test. Secondary effects. For the love of GOD I need to get out of here.

Before I go, I'd like everyone to take a moment of silence for George Huff, the most adorable American Idol contestant ever, who was shut out of the competition last night. George, you will be missed. But maybe you can make me an omelet sometime.

posted by Bekah at 11:14 AM :: |

 
Penned In

I had a dream last night that I was locked in a car with a rabid dog. I found it sleeping and hurt on the side of the road, so I put it in my car to take it to the vet. On the way, it woke up and attempted to maul me. The locks on my car wouldn't work at all. There was a lot of bleeding and screaming. I woke up pulling my own hair.

This morning I attempted to get all of my study materials together for my last full day before the three-in-a-row. Everything was fine, outlines in order, tabs in place, but then I noticed that my pen was gone. My amazing, magical blue Pilot EasyTouch pen. It may look ghetto, but it is hands down the best pen I've ever had. So light, so smooth, so crisp. (If you're planning to act on this endorsement, note this: the EasyTouch variety of pen is only good in blue; the black is not nearly as smooth, and the ink seems different--thinner, almost. Like it's trying too hard). I couldn't find the pen anywhere, and I immediately concluded that the loss of my pen, coupled with being mauled by a rabid Doberman in my sleep, did not a good start to the day make. Things were not looking good.

But when I went to get one last book out of my car before walking to the coffeehouse, I saw my blue pen lying, fortuitously, on the ground next to my car. So, the moral of the story is: Life sucks right now, but at least I have a good pen. I guess it could be worse.

posted by Bekah at 10:10 AM :: |