2005...

happy new year everyone!

though i have no idea whether or not i'll be around next semester, i'm going to hope for the best, and act as if i'll end up in the top 90% of the class, thereby continuing my pursuit of a J.D. chalk it up to the power of positive thinking.

i agree with the person who griped on the message board that it is becoming extremely frustrating not having the majority of our grades despite the long delay. i'd be willing to bet that robert pitler, esq. has not even begun to peruse our frantic ramblings from those torturous hours in early december. what's more, it's really not so implausable to imagine that pitler won't really ever bother to read them at all...

(i think that was like a triple negative in that last sentence. my writing skills are rapidly eroding, along with virtually all knowledge i managed to accrue throughout first semester. i mean seriously, i can't really remember what a single one of the federal rules of civil procedure are, aside from rule 11, which involves some sort of sanction for attorneys who do bad things with barbie dolls, or at least with dolls that infringe upon barbie's copyright. though i can sort of recall a bit of torts info, con law and crim are completely gone.)

anyhow, it's been a great break so far. i finished sending out all of my resumes and cover letters, and managed to line up an interview with justice rehnquist for next month. i'm also looking at a job as a writer for law & order, SVU. evidently someone in charge of their scripts department caught wind of my idiotic little blog, and actually liked what they read, and asked me to write a scene for their show. so that would be cool if it panned out, but do i really want to suffer through five more semesters of law school to end up as some alcoholic pseudo show biz TV writer hack, working on some spin-off that's bound to go off the air within a year or two? regardless, if none of my resumes and job search efforts prove to be worthwhile, i'll probably just end up asking my old man to hook me up with a summer associate position at his firm (he's a partner at cravath). though i am hesitant to do the whole nepotism thing, at least i'll earn some decent cash.

(of course, everything in the preceding paragraph was complete and utter bullshit. i can barely spell ranqwist, much less line up an interview with him. i would drop out of law school in a second to write for a TV show, but it ain't happening. and my dad isn't even an attorney, he's a line cook at hooters in terra haute. i have no job prospects. my resumes and cover letters have been sent out, but the most encouraging feedback i've gotten so far was from the staten island D.A., who sent my resume back to me with a booger stuck in it. i'll undoubtedly end up having to beg professor pitler for a job as a summer research assistant. unfortunately, since the old codger isn't exactly down with the whole publish-or-perish thing, he'll probably ask me to research remedies for his various corns and bunions. with any luck, p-funk will allow me to apply a soothing balm to the sores on his crusty old feet.)

that aside, i'm thoroughly enjoying this wonderful break from law school, and i hope you are as well.

i am happy to say that i have already had more than one date this winter with the subtlely sublime princess strawberry margarita. out of respect to her wishes, and at her request, this will be the last paragraph that i devote to my love life (unless, of course, i end up being single again, at which point you and the clerk at my corner liquor store will be the first to know about it). anyhow, i get one paragraph, so i'll try to make it a decent one. we went to some sort of hot-shot tapas place on our first date, way out of my price range, but whatever. the problem was that they had double-booked my friggin table, and old menlove and his lovely princess had nowhere to sit. we were starving, hovering by the bar, i was praying for at least one stool to open up, and the coversation was awkward because i was constantly having to look around for a place to sit. things were looking dire, and like the menlove i am, i hadn't come up with any sort of backup plan, so i was pretty upset. then, all at once, it was as if the gods (nan and tony) were smiling upon me, the two seats directly in front of us opened up. i was so freakin' relieved and happy, and so was she. it was as if finally the date could begin. we ordered a shitload of tapas, a pitcher of sangria, and pretty much got comfy, and settled in for about two very fine hours together on our crowded little bar stools. the food was delicious, the pitcher was drained and a second was ordered, and things really started to click. she laughed at all my jokes, and i realized that she was about twice as charming and intelligent than i'd ever imagined. the more i looked at her, the more beautiful i realized she was, like the graceful curves of her shoulders and neck, or the way that a single strand of her hair would linger deliciously in the corner of her mouth as she smiled. true, the sangria was kickin', but as we sat there together, i realized that this woman was like claire huxtable and careena collins all rolled up in one. damn, this paragraph is pretty long already, but the date was only half over. she agreed to accompany me to some silly lounge, where we easily nabbed a comfy couch. princess strawberry margarita and i switched to liquor, and she switched to a british accent, which for some reason charmed the hell out of me. every time i addressed her by her "royal" title, she addressed me as "count wooty wanka." to the outsider it must've seemed to be unmitigated douchebaggery, but to us, it was a really nice first date. the only downside was that i kept having to pee every ten minutes (when i drink, i have a bladder like a chihuahua), and every time i returned to her, some new guy was hitting on her, but i guess that's the hazard you face when out on the town with a fabulous fox like that. long story short, incredible woman & incredible time. i'm happy and hopeful, and that's all i have to say about that.

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i've been wondering still what happens when we get our grades. will the people in the top ten percent be making their status known to the rest of us? will people be asking me what i got? i don't know how i'll be able to deal with that. i'll probably have to lie or else be ashamed.

i can tell you all here honestly that i've only gotten back one grade so far, and it was a C- in legal writing. pretty bad, but hopefully not in the bottom 10%.

anyhow, i hope people don't get too high and mighty with their grades. i've been hanging out with BLS folks quite a bit during break, and one thing i keep noticing is how much people like to bemoan the fact that they're going to be losing their scholarships at the end of the year.

at least you got paid for a year, asshole!

ok, glad to have that out of my system. thanks to everyone who has been posting during break, and welcome to our newest registrant, "sick chicken". pluck you, asshole! assuming i don't fail out (positive thinking, baby!), i'll do my best to get back into the habit of daily entries once school begins.

i hope you like menlovian's new layout. i figured it's a new year, a new start, so why not a new look. regardless, here's my wish to all of you for a year filled with new friends, good grades, great summer jobs, decent professors who stick to their syllabi, health, happiness, and thousands upon thousands of mind-blowing orgasms.

-menlove