In the beginning...
November 6, 2005
It is official. I have definitely spent more time at the library in my first six weeks in law school than I did in four years in college.
It’s really surprising to me how many combination donut/Chinese food places there are in L.A. I never would have figured those two things would go together particularly well. Based on the number of such enterprises in my neighborhood though, apparently I was quite mistaken. Maybe a bear claw is the perfect complement to kung pao chicken.
Here’s an interesting fact of law I have learned in law school. A doctor may be reimbursed for any medical services rendered. So, if a doctor gives CPR to a dying guy on the street, he can demand to be paid for his services. Even if the dude dies! This actually happened, it was some sort of landmark case. The rationale behind this legal reasoning? I have no idea, I was sitting in the back of my Contracts class playing Minesweeper that day. But I did set the fastest time on expert.
My roommate is one of those people that believes that everything should be refrigerated. I am constantly going crazy looking through the cabinets, yelling, “Jon, where the hell is the peanut butter?” Of course, it’s in the fridge, along with the syrup, bread, and open, half drank bottles of beer. One time, Jon poured himself a bowl of cereal, and seeing we had no milk, he proceeded to place the cereal bowl in the fridge with a paper towel covering it. Dude, it’s a just a chilled environment, not a “magic food preserver box.”
Sometimes I am driving around, and I see vendors selling their wares on street corners. Except these vendors are selling clothes, which are displayed on hangers hung on a chain link fence. These clothes look way too suspiciously like someone’s “lost” laundry.
It’s raining in LA. I’m pissed. I thought it wasn’t supposed to rain here. I want my money back.
The other day, I went to go rent the first season of “Lost” on DVD. I went online, and found the nearest Blockbuster. Drove there, they didn’t have it. They recommended I go to some other Blockbuster on Sunset. I didn’t understand the directions (Little bit of a communications barrier there. Not that uncommon, really, but that’s another story.), but I knew there was another store on Pico. So I drove down Pico, but it turned out to be the wrong way. I found a Blockbuster anyway. Later, my roommate showed me yet another Blockbuster store that was even closer. The point of my story? There are at least five Blockbuster stores within three miles of my house. This city continues to amaze me.
I heard breasts referred to the other day as “fleshy love zeppelins.” I found that hilarious, just thought I would pass it on.
Having a laptop computer, coupled with wireless internet on campus and at my home has led to me checking my email a ridiculous amount of times per day. I would venture to guess that I might check it fifteen times in a single day. And it’s not like I’m expecting anything important either. Usually all I will have is some email from my buddy Luis with an attachment of a video of a monkey peeing on itself.
I hate driving in LA. I plan my entire route to and from school everyday based on how many left hand turns I have to make. One time, I actually went around a block and made three right hand turns to avoid one particularly long wait at an unprotected left hand turn.
I was sitting in my Torts class the other day, and I could see the computer screens of the row of people in front of me. Two were playing solitaire, another was playing hearts, three were surfing the internet, and one other appeared to be looking through some digital pictures. I immediately felt much better about the fact our grade was based on a curve as I returned to my game of Minesweeper.
Did you know the 7th Amendment of the Constitution guarantees the right to a jury trial over any controversy that exceeds twenty bucks? Really.
My Civil Procedure book contains a picture of three guys from the late 19th century and a caption stating “Apparently the possession of a beard was a key feature of the early law of personal jurisdiction.” That’s great. An 857 page book, and they found some room for a little bit of dry humor. I really appreciate that.
I just watched one of those commercial parodies on Saturday Night Live. The fake product being advertised was “Dr. Porkenheimer’s Boner Juice.” Just thought that warranted mentioning.
It is official. I have definitely spent more time at the library in my first six weeks in law school than I did in four years in college.
It’s really surprising to me how many combination donut/Chinese food places there are in L.A. I never would have figured those two things would go together particularly well. Based on the number of such enterprises in my neighborhood though, apparently I was quite mistaken. Maybe a bear claw is the perfect complement to kung pao chicken.
Here’s an interesting fact of law I have learned in law school. A doctor may be reimbursed for any medical services rendered. So, if a doctor gives CPR to a dying guy on the street, he can demand to be paid for his services. Even if the dude dies! This actually happened, it was some sort of landmark case. The rationale behind this legal reasoning? I have no idea, I was sitting in the back of my Contracts class playing Minesweeper that day. But I did set the fastest time on expert.
My roommate is one of those people that believes that everything should be refrigerated. I am constantly going crazy looking through the cabinets, yelling, “Jon, where the hell is the peanut butter?” Of course, it’s in the fridge, along with the syrup, bread, and open, half drank bottles of beer. One time, Jon poured himself a bowl of cereal, and seeing we had no milk, he proceeded to place the cereal bowl in the fridge with a paper towel covering it. Dude, it’s a just a chilled environment, not a “magic food preserver box.”
Sometimes I am driving around, and I see vendors selling their wares on street corners. Except these vendors are selling clothes, which are displayed on hangers hung on a chain link fence. These clothes look way too suspiciously like someone’s “lost” laundry.
It’s raining in LA. I’m pissed. I thought it wasn’t supposed to rain here. I want my money back.
The other day, I went to go rent the first season of “Lost” on DVD. I went online, and found the nearest Blockbuster. Drove there, they didn’t have it. They recommended I go to some other Blockbuster on Sunset. I didn’t understand the directions (Little bit of a communications barrier there. Not that uncommon, really, but that’s another story.), but I knew there was another store on Pico. So I drove down Pico, but it turned out to be the wrong way. I found a Blockbuster anyway. Later, my roommate showed me yet another Blockbuster store that was even closer. The point of my story? There are at least five Blockbuster stores within three miles of my house. This city continues to amaze me.
I heard breasts referred to the other day as “fleshy love zeppelins.” I found that hilarious, just thought I would pass it on.
Having a laptop computer, coupled with wireless internet on campus and at my home has led to me checking my email a ridiculous amount of times per day. I would venture to guess that I might check it fifteen times in a single day. And it’s not like I’m expecting anything important either. Usually all I will have is some email from my buddy Luis with an attachment of a video of a monkey peeing on itself.
I hate driving in LA. I plan my entire route to and from school everyday based on how many left hand turns I have to make. One time, I actually went around a block and made three right hand turns to avoid one particularly long wait at an unprotected left hand turn.
I was sitting in my Torts class the other day, and I could see the computer screens of the row of people in front of me. Two were playing solitaire, another was playing hearts, three were surfing the internet, and one other appeared to be looking through some digital pictures. I immediately felt much better about the fact our grade was based on a curve as I returned to my game of Minesweeper.
Did you know the 7th Amendment of the Constitution guarantees the right to a jury trial over any controversy that exceeds twenty bucks? Really.
My Civil Procedure book contains a picture of three guys from the late 19th century and a caption stating “Apparently the possession of a beard was a key feature of the early law of personal jurisdiction.” That’s great. An 857 page book, and they found some room for a little bit of dry humor. I really appreciate that.
I just watched one of those commercial parodies on Saturday Night Live. The fake product being advertised was “Dr. Porkenheimer’s Boner Juice.” Just thought that warranted mentioning.
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