summer venting

and i feel summer too. god damn hot.

with the weather what it is now, weird ass-cold one minute, sweltering cranky-time inducing heat the next few hours, i am reminded of how i am the wrong person for tropical weather. (which fact i should be glad of as don't exactly have the body to go to beaches in.)

i much prefer the cold of air conditioned places with enough shade from the sun and enough light to read books with or enough booze to get drunk with.

reasons why cold is better:

1. you don't exactly need to take a shower becasue you feel sticky from the heat induced sweat ew.
2. coke( not coke zero, not coke light) is best experienced cold.
3. ditto beer. ESPECIALLY BEER.
4. more clothes, less fat exposure. a boon to my post college, law school era weight.
5. sleeping is much more comfy when you have a comforter to comfort you in the night, or morning after a drink fest as the case may be.
6. the hangover ain't as bad in cold weather either.
7. walking (my only form of exercise next to the acts of turning pages of a book and using utensils to facilitate the shoving of food into my mouth) in the cold dark night, or in the cold dark day, is better.
8. the cold would probably make me less cranky and more able to accept the sad fact THAT I AM STILL TWO AND A HALF GOD-DAMNED FINAL EXAMS AWAY FROM BEING ABLE TO SLEEP ALL DAY, WATCH ALL THE DVDS THAT I WANT, READ ALL THE BOOKS THAT I WANT, DANCE AND DRINK ALL I WANT, AND PRACTICE THE FINE ART OF COUCH-POTATO-ING ALL I WANT LIKE ANY HUMAN BEING SHOULD REASONABLY EXPECT TO BE ABLE TO DO!!!!

okay venting over. kinda.

i still hate religious hypocrites, pa-sweet bullshit, two-faced bitches, the fact the obama might win (clinton yeah!!!!! but fine if it must be obama i guess it must be) , the fact that at twenty-five i am bankrupt and unemployed and dependent on my dad for support and sustenance (and unbeknownst to him for the most part, a few bottles of light), the fact that i am delayed a year, the law and envi exams that kept me from studying better for pril, that i keep on dreaming about flunking the bar, and all those little things that annoy me and disturb my efforts to be at peace with the world.

bow.

til the next post, i remain,

very truly yours,

a very cranky bitch.

pleasure and pain (not pornographic content)

i am currently enjoying the theoretical last two weeks of classes.

theoretical because this is up law. and these classes are taught by up law profs who forget that they were once young and cared about little things like sleep and vacation. so you never know really if summer starts in may or when the calendar and weather forecasts say it should.

i'm enjoying it because i am proud to say that i have worked and studied my hardest this year, or to be accurate, i have actually worked and studied this year. i have been to 90% of my classes, which as my blockmates can attest to is alarmingly high in light of the fact that i hate going to class with any regularity.

i have forsaken drinking every other day for my readings and my digests. i have forsaken new clothes and new shoes and having my nails done for paying for aforesaid readings and digests. i have even been suspended from my law org for not attending general assemblies and pictorials which were in conflict with the classes i used to be so willing to cut.

my dates with my cootie have even involved study-work dates in starbucks instead of things otherwise normal people would do. like movies and drinking and oh, i dunno, having a life.

but still, all in all, i'm happy things are this way, and i can only hope my newfound enjoyment of law school will be sustained over the next few years (in spite of the best efforts of snivelling weasels, whiny pseudo-religious self-righteous hypocrites, my professors, and myself).

may the kind gods of people who have erred and been drunk for two years and now have seen the light and are now less drunk look kindly on me and my efforts. and on people similarly situated as well. (this is my finals prayer)

all in the name of politics

the usc elections have reminded me that the people who end up in national politics have to start somewhere.

the mudslinging, the disappearance of loyalty, the general air of "we will do what it takes to win" that weighs what would otherwise be a happy cold day down.

starts here.

right here. where the people who say they want change and they want the bad people out end up doing the same shit they hate the bad people for.

fake emails. hazing pictures. good god.

i have friends who are in frats and sororities, and some of them are good friends, at that. but i've said it before, and i'll say it again: hazing is stupid.

it is stupid, downright degrading, painful, and illegal. and those who engage in it, especially those who (being loser wimpazoidal freaks who were friendless and bullied and bitch-slapped daily when they were young) derive pleasure from humiliating people and causing them pain, should get a dose of the pain they dish out.

but that doesn't make the release of those stupid photos any less tainted with lack of integrity. with disgusting political maneuvering. and the fact that those pictures were released not with the objective of bringing wrong to light, but of ruining people's lives made it even more disgusting.

what did it achieve, really?

third still won. you still lost. sorry nalang.

if you're willing to sink to the lowest of the low in the hopes that the voting public you are courting will sink right along with you, if you're willing to forsake friendship and loyalty and decency and honor in the name of getting the most votes, good god.

you're not any better than those idiots you want to see out of office.

and don't tell me that national politics and national elections are different.
the numbers may be larger. there may be more money.

but the lying and cheating and mudslinging? the black prop instead of winning on the issues?

same stinking pile of shit.

you scare the crap out of me.