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i must say that my spirits are high these days. now that the brief is out of the way, things have been looking quite a bit brighter. (you've got to wonder, though, why it's called a brief, when it's so frickin' long.)

i'm actually feeling motivated to get caught up in con law, to start exercising again, and to really work hard to line up some interviews for summer jobs. plus, i'm ready to do some serious drinking this weekend, and in the weeks ahead.

i hope everyone else out there is feeling similarly relieved and optimistic. and for those of you in the international legal writing class who are still wrestling with your briefs... hang in there. the sun will shine on you again soon.

thanks to those of you who gave me the positive feedback on yesterday's craptastic tale. i'd actually like to respond to some of your responses...

• "By my count Menlove, you've invented at least three shitty new words for us today:excretorian, fecalogue, and defacatory." well, thanks, i guess. although defecatory is definitely already a real word, and excretorian is nothing more than a creative suffixation (i'm not sure if suffixation is a word, but whatever), i will take full credit for the invention of the word fecalogue. note to the OED committee... fecalogue (noun): a story about poop.
• "Menlove please don't ever reveal your identity. You scare me." don't worry, i won't be revealing my identity. but don't be scared. it was just a story. all things considered, it was a pretty harmless one, too. believe me when i tell you that i'm capable of writing stuff that's much, much more demented, stories that would curl your teeth and tear away your faith in humanity. but it's all just fiction. any long time menlovian reader with his or her salt has realized by now that i'm pretty much just here to entertain, cheer, and spread good will.
• "Menlove, if only you could condense your tale of fecal adventure into a poem that could be recited in property class..." that would be something, but i'm going to leave that to you guys. i know we've got some closet poets out there, eh? show me what you got.
• "menlove,if your grades are what you say they are, i recommend you drop out now...you've got a heck of a career in front of you as a writer. while i'm not sure who'd print a story of your fecal adventures, you've definitely got some fine, creative writing skills..." well, thank you. i'm flattered, honestly. i know that these are just silly stories i toss off, and that i have the luxury of doing it anonymously, but to be completely honest, whenever i post something here, i do feel like i'm putting a little piece of myself on the line, and it makes me feel good to know that people enjoy the stuff that i write. and by the way, if any of you would ever like to read some of the real stuff i've written over the last few years in creative writing classes, stuff that i'm actually proud of, stuff that gets revised, rather than just getting tossed off during a procrastination break, let me know. i've even written a children's story that is pretty awesome, and is, thankfully, 100% doodie free. what would be even better is if any of you has connections to a major publishing house... i'd certainly be happy to drop out of law school faster than you can say heathcliff huxtable.

well, you know i try to keep these entries to 25 minutes max. obviously, last night i more than doubled that limit, so i'm going to cut this one off right about now. enjoy the weekend, and hopefully our paths will cross at the bars over these next few days.

later, taters.