Notes & Comments

Contracts is my least favorite class. The professor is great. The subject matter is lame. Note to self, though: Next time you wonder whether a contract is legally binding or not, just ask yourself two questions:

• Is the promisee poor?

• Is the promisee stupid?

If you have answered "Yes" to either of those questions, the contract is most likely unenforceable.

There you have it. All you will ever need to know about contracts.

You're welcome.

You Know You're Tired When You....

• run the top of the car into the garage door.
  
• don't even remember hearing your alarm go off (when you wake up 2 hours late).
• look like you have 2 black eyes.
  
• put your undershirt on inside-out.
• put nail polish remover on a cotton ball and then attempt to take off your eye makeup.
• get confused/scared when the phone rings.
• sleep on the floor for 3 weeks like it's no big deal.

And it's not even October.

Hollywood: Not America

See more Sarah Silverman videos at Funny or Die

I love celebrities. I love politics. I do not love when these two worlds interact unnecessarily. Celebrities think that we want to know how they feel about the "issues." We don't.

Sarah Silverman does point out some interesting similarities between her grandparents and Barack Obama, though!

Funny, but inappropriate. I neither approve of nor endorse this type of language. You've been warned.

DISCLAIMER: I can not be held responsible for termination or social shunning that may occur as a result of your watching this video in inappropriate locations. Don't be a douche.

It's Thursday!

Yesterday I was running for the elevator. It was clear that I was going to have to potentially sacrifice a limb in order to get it to stop. I started to put my hand out, but then I noticed I was holding an icy DC with that hand. Instead I stuck my foot/ankle in the door. Clearly they are not as important as my DC.

Googled Yesterday

Yesterday, Google brought me 5 new friends. Here is what they Googled:

• I'm so gangster
• Taco Bell sells tacos/Medical Treatment Facility
• Douchebaggery Grammar
• I am so frickin pissed
• Stuntin is a habit definition

Really? Someone just happened to Google "Taco Bell sells tacos" yesterday?

Thanks, Google!

Spotted!

A little story. My freshman year in high school, I had this friend. We'll call him "K." K and I had a class together all year. I never viewed him as more than a classmate/friend. The first day of sophomore year, I noticed something different. K was hott! He seriously got so hott over the summer! I just couldn't put my finger on the reason. (About 2 weeks into the year, I noticed that he got his braces off, but that's irrelevant to this story, really.)

Anyway, the way I felt about K then is the way that I feel about Nate Archibald now. I don't know what he did, but he got hott over the summer! Welcome back to school, Nate. It's going to be a fabulous year!

PS-GG this week was fab! I can hardly wait for next week!

Taco Bell: Not a Medical Facility.

While working on my Torts homework that I should have done this weekend but did not do because "life happened," I came across the funniest defense of a law suit ever.

Let me set the scene: Homeboy walks into a Taco Bell. He is a little nauseous so decides to just get a soda. He orders the soda and then faints and falls backwards. He hits the back of his head and starts to convulse. After he's done, he stands up and then loses his balance and falls forward. He loses 4 teeth and breaks part of his neck.

The question here is whether Taco Bell has a duty to assist the customer even though the injury is by no fault of Taco Bell. Taco Bell's team of legal experts came up with the following argument:

"Taco Bell sells tacos.
It is not, and has never claimed to be, a medical treatment facility."

Sitting in the library, Megan and I laughed until we were crying.


Also, today is Erin's 19th BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!! Make sure you say hi if you see her today! Happy birthday, Dubada! I love you!!

I Love Mine...

but please tell me this is a joke?

YOU CAN'T SIT WITH US!

On Sunday, my power went out (along with about 75% of the city). I wasn't even about to sit around and hope that it turned back on, so I packed up and spent the night at Annee's. Monday morning was a little colder than I expected (or packed for), so I asked to borrow a sweatshirt. Annee then said:

"And you can only wear a sweatshirt one day a week.
Soooooo, I guess you picked today."

My kindred soul.

Definition, Please?

So, picture this. You're in your car, and you're singing along to a song that you love. All of the sudden, you realize that you don't know what you're singing because you're not down with the lingo. Sound familiar? Well, that happened to me the other day. I'm singing along that "Stuntin' is a habit" (because David Banner and Chris Brown told me so) when all of the sudden, I was worried about the exact definition of "Stuntin." Can I accurately say that this is a habit of mine? Is this something I should be admitting to? So, I decided to look it up. According to the oh so handy Urban Dictionary, "Stuntin" is:

High-class flashing of your jewelry, money, riches, etc. Made famous by the Cash Money Millionaires. A person who stunts would be a "stunna" usually showing off diamonds, gold, platinum, women, cars and stacks of cash..LARGE BILLS! see "bling bling" for an idea of something a "stunna" would stun.

I feel much better about the situation now. Since I know the official definition, I can accurately say that I think stuntin' could become habit forming.

Super Duper!

Dear GPS Lady,

I appreciate all that you do. I really do. We've had some good times. You've really helped me out of some stressful situations. You always get me from Point A to Point B (eventually).

See, the problem we're having lately is the route that you suggest. I am new to town and still trying to figure out where I can go and where I should avoid. I would appreciate it if you would stop driving me through bad parts of town. If ever I need a liquor store, pawn shop, or bail bondsman, thanks to you, I now know where to go. It is unlikely that I will ever need these services. Today you took me to the "Super Duper Market" next to a pawn shop and some other interesting business establishments. I would appreciate it if we took routes that avoid these types of neighborhoods. Thanks!!

XOXO,
Kathleen

100!!

This is post #100!

Happy Birthday, Blog!

What better way to celebrate than with a funfetti cupcake?!

He's No Raj

Let me tell you something I've learned the hard way over the past few days:

I was very excited to see that there was a 7 Eleven across from the entrance of my new apartment complex! Since that initial excitement, I have only been let down. Let me just list the ways:

My new 7 Eleven:

• Does not accept debit cards for totals under $2.
• Will not give cash back.
• Makes you ASK for ice.
• Does not refrigerate its fountain sodas (they come out of the fountain at room temp. Eew).
• Does not properly measure the ratio of Diet Coke to Carbonation.
• Charges $1.50 for a Big Gulp.
• Is not friendly.
  

The last time I lived across from a "Sev," I was apparently spoiled.

And the worst part? They have a corner on the market. There is seriously nowhere else for me to safely get a DC on my way to school. Even then, I'm not 100% on the safety issue there. I guess this means I'm going to have to start planning ahead and buying DC from the grocery store. There's just something different about the taste of a cold DC out of a fountain.

Thanks, Obama!

An interesting headline on iGoogle caught my attention.
"Report: Satan Worshipers Killed, Ate 4 Teens in Russia."
It just sounded bizarre, so of course I read it. Ironically, off to the side of the page, I noticed an ad paid for by Obama for America. It says, "Don't Miss the Deadline to Register to Vote for Barak Obama!! Click Here to Register!" I've been meaning to register here for the last few months. Now that I have an actual address, I figured "why not?" So, thanks to Obama for America, I have officially filled out my paperwork to register to vote. I'm dropping it in the mail tomorrow morning.

And I'm still voting for John McCain.

Bad Advice.

Dear John Mayer and My Beloved Dubs:

I decided to take your advice. You're wrong. You are both wrong. It is not better to "say too much than never to say what you need to say." Sometimes saying what you need to say just makes you look and feel like an ass. So now I am going back to my old MO with my tail between my legs. I will continue to bottle things up until they're irrelevant for the rest of my life... because, unlike your advice, this actually works.

XOXO,

Kathleen

Oops!

Last night we went out on the town. Eh, it was great, then good, then bad, then good. One of "those nights" for sure! Noteworthy, though was the following conversation:

BOY: No, I'll pay!

Annee: No. I got it.

BOY: No! (hands over his money)

Annee: Are you sure? Thanks!

ME: Ut oh, Annee! My mom says that when boys pay, they expect things!

BOY: Usually--except for when the boy is gay!

ME: Oops!

I'm Bossy!

The other day I drove to school behind the coolest vanity plate ever:

P BOSSY

I automatically wanted to be friends with this lady.

Knows Just What to Say...

I have been meaning to post about this for a few weeks now and I just keep forgetting. It's funny enough to warrant a post a few weeks after, I think!

A few weeks ago, I met up with some friends from high school at this little Mexican restaurant (I didn't eat). For some reason we were on the subject of baby horses... and whether the momma horses produce milk to feed them. My friend Zach said, "No. I'm pretty sure baby horses just start eating hay and [crap]. They're born, like.... your size. They're not small!"

So then my friend Drew reminded me of the time that Zach said, "So, Kathleen--you're not ugly anymore!"

Hey, thanks!

Always Pink!

Yesterday what started off as an innocent trip to Best Buy (just to look) quickly became very expensive (for my dad). I was looking at new laptops since mine sucks. After I thought I was done looking, out of the corner of my eye I saw the most perfect laptop EVER! Now, it was perfect because it's pretty. I'm not stupid, though... I know a laptop should be more than just pretty... blah, blah, blah. So I smiled nicely at the Geek Squad guy who told me all about it. Apparently it really is a fabulous computer! (I don't remember all of the details because LBH, I don't really care.)

So the Geek and I were talking and he found out I'm in law school and said, "A pink laptop? How very Elle Woods of you!" to which I didn't actually respond. So then he said, "I just must warn you that, while this is a great laptop... it will always... be pink." And I said, "I'm ready and willing to make that commitment." So today, after school and moving into my new apartment, I am going to Best Buy to pick up the most fabulous pink computer, ever!

Break-Up Notice.

I hope nobody out there is about to break up with my blog because of the insane amount of political posts lately, but I have a bone to pick with MTV.

First, I was promised a performance by Miss Britney and all I got was a video clip and then her saying "Welcome to the VMAs." Lame.

Second, I don't even know the name of the host (that's how unimportant he is in my book), but I was very offended by his opening monologue. Everyone is entitled to their own political opinions, but he's not even American. I am offended that he would not only talk badly about our president (for whom I proudly voted and would again), but also that in doing so he basically insulted the American people. THEN he started making fun of Palin's pregnant daughter and her boyfriend. I believe he said something about that being the biggest PSA for safe sex--make sure it's safe because if she ends up pregnant, you have to become a Republican? THEN he was making fun of the Jonas Brothers for their commitment to remain virgins until they're married. He was just insanely rude. It was uncalled for. I had enough and turned off the TV after 10 minutes.

So, MTV. We're breaking up. It's been a long road. We've had some good times. We first met while you were playing "No Rain" by Blind Melon. I remember sneaking to see you with my finger on the "last channel" button at age 7... terrified that my mom was going to walk into the room at any moment. I remember voting for *NSYNC on TRL (back when it was good). We've made a lot of memories over the years, but I'm afraid it's over. For real. No exceptions. (PS-Someone's going to have to fill me in on The Hills tomorrow).

XOXO

McCain/Palin '08!

Dear Sarah Palin,

Despite the fact that your children have ridiculous names, I think you are fabulous! Not only are you a little spitfire, but you are also cute! Thank you for not having a "mom" haircut. Thank you for showing America that a woman can be intelligent, involved, and attractive. Thank you for reminding us that a woman can balance a political career with a large family. Up until this point, the only examples we had of women in politics were ones that were ugly and were single or had very small families. I hope to someday be as fabulous as I think you are right now. Keep up the good work!

XOXO,
Kathleen

Noteworthy

The other day I was talking with some fellow law-schoolers when I quoted a line from one of my favorite movies. I can't even remember the line now, but I said nothing about it even being a movie quote and one of my new besties said, "Clueless. Don't try to bust out the movie quotes like I won't know them!" and I thought, "Marry me?" I didn't say actually that... because that's creepy. Nevertheless, the fact that he called out my Clueless quote earned him some points in my book.

So Little Time!

I feel like I have so much to discuss and in so little time! This law school thing is really getting in the way of my life. Too bad I love it, huh?

First--My birthday occurred as scheduled, despite my efforts to cancel it. It really was a great day, though! There is no other way that I would want to celebrate this non-milestone than to get sushi with a few of my besties followed by an after-party of watching the RNC and eating chips and dip. This was one hell of a birthday! Thanks to all involved! XOXO

Second--My Obama post the other day got 30 hits!! 17 of those came from Chris & Val's blog alone! Thanks to everyone who has me linked to their blog. If you have me linked and I have not yet linked you, let me know!!

Third--Gossip Girl. Really, if you saw it, I don't have to say anymore--except that I will say more... and you will like it. I decided that I love little Jenny Humphrey's hair. I tried to find a picture but failed. When my hair grows out from this awful boy cut, I am totally tracking down a picture of her to take in to my next appointment! (Hopefully by Thanksgiving if my vitamins work the way they're supposed to!) Nate is hott, Chuck is fabulously slimy, Serena & Dan aren't going to make it, Blair is gorgeous and I want to be her, and I think Erik should stop being gay and date Jenny. Can't wait for next week! Moving on...

Fourth--The Hills. Lauren-that was the most awkward break-up. Ever. Spencer-I want to make you un-on my TV. Stephanie-there is a huge difference between a hamster and a guinea pig. Like, a species. Something doesn't start out as a hamster and then become a guinea pig. I did laugh for a few minutes, though.

Fifth--(I had to spell check fifth... but I did spell it right on my first try!)--Bones tonight. 2 hour season premiere. I don't know how I'll deal without Zack-a-roni, but I am still pretty pumped!

Have a good night, everybody!! XOXO

Happy Labor Day!

I hope that you have a fabulous day of nothing planned! (I wish I could say the same about myself).

Ooh, enjoy GG tonight! It should be ScAnDaLoUs!! Be prepared to discuss tomorrow.