Logical Flaws

I like to think of myself as a logical, reasonable, and rational person.

That is why Christmas makes NO sense to me.

I wonder if people really know that Jesus was not born on December 25, but was actually born in the spring/summer time (there were baby sheep at his birth, what mammal gives birth in the winter?). Besides, December 25 was the pagan holiday of Saturnalia. The whole idea of having Christmas on Saturnalia was to make Christianity appeal to the pagans. And did the pagans bite? They sure did. But they made sure to leave a mark. And now, thousands of years later, the pagans have retaken Christmas as people leave the churches empty and the shops full, forgetting to worship God but worshipping the almighty (but fluctuating) dollar.

Happy Saturnalia folks.

There is a blood sucker on my arm and it is ticking me off

I have certain pet peeves. One, and probably the only thing I will address in this entry (yes, there will be more pet peeve entries) is when people do not say, "Thank you." Especially when I hold the door open for them or go out of my way to ensure that it stays open for them. Not even a thankful nod or a gracious smile. They don't say thank you, but I say, "You're welcome" regardless. It makes me smile inside because I just subtlely owned them. Heh.

Also, regarding, "Thank you," I don't like when people don't say thanks when somebody says bless you. Practically everybody says thanks after somebody says it. Sure, there are those that don't say thanks and yes, I know, it is not automatically right just because the majority is doing it (cases in point: slavery, believing Jesus is a deity, stealing office supplies). But let's say that you just sneezed twice in a row and I said "bless you" both times after you sneezed, you can offer thanks no matter your faith from Agnostic to Zen. And then if you sneeze another time, you might hear me say, "Now you're asking too much." And we would laugh and we would have a connection for a second. But if you didn't say thanks at all then your continuous sneezes will just be awkward if you expect anything from me.

Or I could take my camera out and take pictures of you mid-sneeze and post them on Facebook*.


*I don't have facebook anymore, I disabled that ish.

Dark Circles and Light Naps

There are few positive words to describe the physical transformation of people from the first day of orientation to today. There are many positive words (eventually) to describe the mental transformation of people from the first day of orientation to today. There are a lot less positive words to describe the emotional hardening of people from the first day of orientation to today.

I can feel my brain becoming more analytical and in tune with the concept of logic whenever something comes my way. I listen to the news and I only hear elements. I see interactions and I think of possible torts. I do not care much for people's opinions but rather how they are saying whatever it is that they feel necessary to say by opening their mouth.

People have dark circles under their eyes. Pretty much everybody does. Nobody gives a crap though. Because these dark circles show the amount one has been studying. And when game day arrives, then all will see if those dark circles were worth it.

Or if the person just straight up falls asleep during the test.

I ain't trading my kids for no n****

One thing unique about my law school is that it is, apparently, the only law school in the country that is situated right next to state and federal courthouses. It is an "out of the frying pan and into the fire" mentality. Another unique thing is the bus route around the area. Anybody who wants to be picked up from the law school is picked up after people are picked up from the courthouse. This means there are all sorts of people on the bus ride, usually a pissed off person who has been "screwed by the system". Today, on the bus, a woman was talking about being in some type of program for over 23 months. Somebody had apparently said that they were sentenced to the program for 7 months. The woman scoffed and said that was unrealistic. If somebody had a 7 month sentence to the program and only spent a maximum of 7 months in it, then it is like flying Delta Airlines and having a 100% on time rate. It just does not happen. The 23+ month program resulted in one's children being taken away. The woman said, "I ain't trading my kids for no n****." I left the bus at that point. I am not sure what happened thereafter.

Finals and Chinese Food

The core subjects kick off their marathon on Thursday with a good ol' Torts final. The day has been renamed Tortsday. All the test takers are tortoises. I have a craving for tortillas. All this studying will give me Tortet's Syndrome. Man the missile torts and fire when ready! These past couple sentences have been tortally lame.

I cannot wait until this Torts final is over because I am craving Chinese food and I think it would be enjoyable to eat after taking that final. This entry is short because DUHHHHHHH I should be sleeping now. Not blogging.

My fingers were negligent this entire entry. Each finger and thumb must pay their proportional damages. The jury would establish how much each finger owes by seeing how many of each letter has been typed because my fingers are good like that. And then my thumbs will have to pay for every space. Ha. Take that thumbs! ;a;a;aa;a;a;;a;a;a;a;a;a;a;a;a;a;a;a also, take that rinky dink pinky!

I'm just kidding, Fingers and Thumbs, don't fail me tomorrow.

Break Downs and Break Ups (sorry Reagan, not regarding walls)

This entry is a continuance of finals season.  Yesterday, I saw a girl have a severe breakdown.  Major breakdown.  I can understand because her computer broke down.  And then her eyes went mad googly. 

I have rarely seen googly eyes on people. 

I didn't know which way she was looking but she was definitely looking down.  

Along with finals season, especially this first time, comes the "holiday" season.  (Arthur's sidenote:  My name is not Arthur.)  (Author's sidenote:  I hate homonyms.  Not that there's anything wrong with that.  I have no malice for them, just as I have no malice for heteronyms.)  (Seriously, author's sidenote:  I have holiday in quotation marks because I don't believe a lot of people celebrate the days for their holy reasons.  It is more of a sellabration.  Person: "Oh? You are selling a bration?  I will take three!"  Look, I am not selling any brations.  Person: "I'll give you $300 for each.  My kids are dying to have one."  I don't even think brations exist.  Abrasions exist, though.  I could give you abrasions by rubbing your skin with sandpaper, or perhaps rubbing your spoiled kids with sandpaper.  Maybe I would smooth out their flaws.  Or I could sandpaper my baseball bat and hit you upside the head, hoping to knock some sense into you because if you are celebrating Christmas then celebrate it for the right reasons [which are actually the wrong reasons historically, even religiously] but that is not for this type of blog.  Just know that.  There will be a test.)

Right, so the "holiday" season.  People like to get festive all of a sudden.  I do not know what festive means.  I think it means "Here are some lights in front of my house.  I will now chop a tree down from the outside, bring it inside, and let it die."  Or perhaps it means, "Hi.  I know you. I like you.  Here is something I did not want so I am giving it to you with the gift receipt so that you can return it and keep the money.  Unless you want me to give you $12.79 in an envelope."  

But during finals season, nobody can be festive.  Nobody can be jolly.  Nobody can be solemn. Nobody can be jollemn.  They are a glum un-jollemn.  They are a . . . gollum?  

So people yell.  They get angry.  Their nerves are at wit's end.  Cracking gum, the wrong inflection in a voice, duty's owed to oneself, it all gets to people.  And with all that happening on this end, the people on the other end of people's lives get agitated because they want to know what's wrong, they want to help, they want to be there in the student's life.  But they cannot and, well, they should not (not from a distance, anyways).  Relationships were never meant to be long-distance.  If they are meant to be (like mine) then they will last.  If not, then, well, I don't know.  Tough.  Make it a short-distance relationship.  Do something about it.  Law school consumes your life, it will.  But once it ends (this semester at least), well, the break will be nice.  

And we will repeat in May.  

I can't wait.

Some Stress, No Z's, All Tests, No B's

Ugh-nother day spent in the engorging embrace of my mistress, Leah B. Rary. She is suffocating me. Always asking "Where are you?" and "Why are you not in me?" and "Why do you only come over when nobody is looking? Are you ashamed of me?" LEAVE ME ALONE YOU VILE, PESTILENT WOMAN!

The study room is oddly warm and I am oddly sleepy. Well, it is not so odd because I have been here since the early AM. I don't even know what time. The sun was down and the stars were up. That is all I know anymore. The sun is a figment of my imagination for this month. I only see it from inside a room, through a plated glass window. I think the windows are made durable enough so that nobody can jump through them but, then again, the third floor has no bars from one jumping off and falling to the lobby below.

Negligent? I don't know anymore.