<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:51:48.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pocket Part</title><subtitle type='html'>An updated supplemenet to my life in law school</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-4751291988711910761</id><published>2007-04-13T19:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T19:16:23.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cast of Characters</title><content type='html'>I live on the top floor of my apartment building and each neighbor has an interestingly distinguishable characteristic I have come to associate their apartment with. I haven't been able to pick up on everyone as these are only my observations from walking by closed doors, or in the case of my neighbors, what I hear through the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My French neighbor:  Early in the morning every day the TV is blaring the news from their unit.  I can clearly hear the tv through my wall.  They also have a squawking bird.  This couple is very friendly in the halls when I bump into them but have annoying habits and pets behind closed doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  My gay neighbor:  One time laying in bed late on Wednesday I heard something through the wall that I never want to hear again:  "Oh My God" being yelled in ecstasy by a man.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  The nympho down the hall:  On more than one occasion I have walked by this girl's apartment and heard moaning from behind the door.  In fact, one time I was walking by her door and her boyfriend was leaving the apartment and saying goodbye.  As I always do when an another apartment's door is open, I glanced inside as I continued walking by.  There she was laying completely naked on the bed.  And she saw me too.  This has made for some awkward elevator rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  The guy who picks up half of his newspaper every morning:  A few doors down one guy gets a subsription to the Post.  He will usually grab half of it in the morning and leave the other half laying in the hallway until later in the day when he picks up the rest of it.  That or the janitor picks it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  The narcoleptic:  On the other side of the floor, nine times out of ten when I am waiting for the elevator, I can hear a beeping alarm clock coming from someone's unit.  I am so glad this person is not my neighbor -- I have heard that alarm going off in the middle of the day, early in the morning, and late at night when waiting for the elevator.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  The beer guy:  Someone on my floor puts a down 6 pack every night.  Evidence left is the empty bottles neatly placed back in the six pack and sitting by the trash chute.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  The party girl:  Again, fortunately, this person lives on the other side of the floor.  Thursday, Friday, and Saturday nights usually mean loud music and lots of chattering voices from this apartment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-4751291988711910761?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/4751291988711910761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=4751291988711910761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/4751291988711910761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/4751291988711910761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2007/04/cast-of-characters.html' title='Cast of Characters'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-116577514442579437</id><published>2006-12-10T12:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T12:25:44.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lame Christmas Gifts #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/P/B000ICL3KG.01._SS500_SCLZZZZZZZ_V41767141_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/P/B000ICL3KG.01._SS500_SCLZZZZZZZ_V41767141_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just think of the ecstasy you will experience on Christmas morning if you find this in your stocking.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn't want to experience the magic of an Al Gore Christmas?  He is jolly, charming, and has a personality that is just to die for.  Really.  Maybe when you look outside Christmas morning and see that no snow is on the ground, you will feel Al Gore's icy breath on your neck encouraging you not to take that SUV trip down to Starbucks.  And he might even fly on a private jet across the country to personally tell you so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So gather the family around the television set on Christmas morning because everyone's favorite holiday feelings are self righteousness and superiority over your fellow man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-116577514442579437?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/116577514442579437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=116577514442579437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/116577514442579437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/116577514442579437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/12/lame-christmas-gifts-1.html' title='Lame Christmas Gifts #1'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-116546635517263843</id><published>2006-12-06T22:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T23:24:21.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Study Partner &amp; Guardian of the Law</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7633/1757/1600/690458/IMG_0366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7633/1757/320/547682/IMG_0366.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7633/1757/1600/574339/IMG_0374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7633/1757/320/604669/IMG_0374.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-116546635517263843?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/116546635517263843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=116546635517263843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/116546635517263843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/116546635517263843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/12/study-partner-guardian-of-law.html' title='Study Partner &amp; Guardian of the Law'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-116254143759587936</id><published>2006-11-03T01:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T02:10:37.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want to Wake Up In a City that Never Sleeps (with you)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1757/1600/halebopp2_js_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1757/320/halebopp2_js_big.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trip to New York is something I have always wanted to do with someone special to me.  I am looking forward to the small things like the road trip from DC to NY and of course all our plans.  We are going to have so much fun!  And posts referring to you now outnumber posts referring to Matthew Lesko  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-116254143759587936?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/116254143759587936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=116254143759587936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/116254143759587936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/116254143759587936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-want-to-wake-up-in-city-that-never.html' title='I Want to Wake Up In a City that Never Sleeps (with you)'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-116249811806289336</id><published>2006-11-02T13:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T14:13:44.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are What You Drive</title><content type='html'>I was off to grab a bite this afternoon when I noticed a mini-cooper parked right behind my apartment building with question marks all over it.  This has to be Matthew Lesko's car.  Seriously, who else drives a yellow car with black question marks painted all over it.  Especially if your suits match your car.  I really wanted to stick around for awhile to see if I could get a picture with him but I had to go.  I always had Lesko pegged as more of a PT Cruiser sort of guy than Cooper.  Guess all that free money he is getting to pay off his bills is really working out! &lt;a href="http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/02/bowtie-guys.html"&gt;And I also never thought I would have the opportunity to blog twice about my favorite TV infomercial spokesman&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1757/1600/img025.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1757/400/img025.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-116249811806289336?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/116249811806289336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=116249811806289336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/116249811806289336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/116249811806289336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-are-what-you-drive.html' title='You Are What You Drive'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-116085668601135358</id><published>2006-10-14T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T15:14:41.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Taste of the Neighborhood and a View from Above</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1757/1600/IMG_0166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1757/320/IMG_0166.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1757/1600/IMG_0168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1757/320/IMG_0168.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1757/1600/IMG_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1757/320/IMG_0001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-116085668601135358?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/116085668601135358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=116085668601135358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/116085668601135358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/116085668601135358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/10/taste-of-neighborhood-and-view-from.html' title='A Taste of the Neighborhood and a View from Above'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-116007756009295180</id><published>2006-10-05T14:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T14:51:37.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Take the Case!</title><content type='html'>I bet the boys down at the station are working around the clock to break this case wide open.  Picture and caption from Yahoo News.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1757/1600/bras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1757/320/bras.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reuters - Wed Oct 4, 1:37 PM ET - A German plastic surgeon who was cheated out of payment by several women has given pictures of their enlarged breasts to police, in the hope the photos will help trace them. REUTERS/Ian Waldie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-116007756009295180?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/116007756009295180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=116007756009295180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/116007756009295180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/116007756009295180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/10/ill-take-case.html' title='I&apos;ll Take the Case!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-115975215623515000</id><published>2006-10-01T20:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T20:24:43.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You want to know what I hate?  Andy Rooney.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1757/1600/image881280g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1757/320/image881280g.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does one go about getting a job as being a grumpy, flabby old man that gets to bitch about American culture not being right to his liking at the end of an investigative journalism show every week? That is how I would like to spend my retirement.  This guy has to be every little kid's worst nightmare to have as a next door neighbor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-115975215623515000?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/115975215623515000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=115975215623515000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/115975215623515000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/115975215623515000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-want-to-know-what-i-hate-andy.html' title='You want to know what I hate?  Andy Rooney.'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-115855626179303761</id><published>2006-09-18T00:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T11:44:53.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute, fun, smart, and sweet</title><content type='html'>It was the best birthday weekend anyone could have hoped for.  Thank you! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-115855626179303761?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/115855626179303761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=115855626179303761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/115855626179303761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/115855626179303761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/09/cute-fun-smart-and-sweet.html' title='Cute, fun, smart, and sweet'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-115738434667555251</id><published>2006-09-04T10:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T12:02:46.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>District Life</title><content type='html'>Law school in DC is in full swing and I am really enjoying things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neighborhood is awesome.  I am living an extremely trendy part of the city and have a very cool top floor apartment with a great view.  It also has a rooftop with a monument view of DC.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DC DMV is a pain in the ass, as is parking.  I have never had my car out here until now.  I had to go get a sticker to park on the streets around my apartment which set me back a few hundred dollars.  Thank God I don't have to go there for another year.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell if school is harder here yet.  I feel like I'm doing more reading but spending less time in class.  Maybe its because I have a couple four hour classes so they are pretty long but only a couple times a week.  One perk: the law school does not have class on Friday.  Most people use this as a chance to extern or something but I think I am going to try and establish a very good ranking in my class this semester by using all my free time to study.  That way when I apply for jobs next semester they can see a strong ranking at my current school.  Which is a good transition for my next point,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The job hunt here is very hard.  Even though I have a strong resume, I have not had as much luck with OCI this semester.  It has to be because I don't have a ranking at this law school yet.  So I will spend free time studying hard this semester to break into the hopefully top 10% and attempt to write on to one of the school's law reviews.  I am shooting for either a firm or some administrative agency general counsel work.  These things always work themselves out for me though, so I'm not too worried.  (more on this later and my philosophy of things working themselves out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any regrets?  No, but I really miss my friends.  The friends you make first year in law school really end up being close because of the whole going through hell together thing.  My new school takes a sizable number of transfers so I know many are in the same boat as me.  But all my closest friends have been a result of going through some hardship together.  True for college and law school.  Maybe the same will be true for other transfers making the same jump as me.  The jump in school prestige I have made will be worth it after I get a few years in at some lobby firm on K Street.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-115738434667555251?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/115738434667555251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=115738434667555251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/115738434667555251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/115738434667555251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/09/district-life.html' title='District Life'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-115441374852716495</id><published>2006-08-01T01:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T01:29:08.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go East Young Man</title><content type='html'>I got my transfer!  I am actually doing it, moving to DC for who knows how long.  It will be at least a few years.  I am very excited, a little nervous, but ready to go!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my home state and just as much as I want to go to DC now is how much I want to return here someday down the road.  This experience has shown me that whatever I am willing to work hard enough for, I can have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-115441374852716495?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/115441374852716495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=115441374852716495' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/115441374852716495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/115441374852716495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/08/go-east-young-man.html' title='Go East Young Man'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-115337046516305966</id><published>2006-07-19T23:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T23:41:05.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I take my coffee like I take my women: Strong, Black, and Proud</title><content type='html'>I stopped by Starbucks this morning as I usually do to grab a coffee on the way to work.  But what made this trip a little unusual was the barista serving me my morning cup.  It was the valedictorian from my high school class!  Seriously, it doesn't get much funnier than that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-115337046516305966?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/115337046516305966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=115337046516305966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/115337046516305966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/115337046516305966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-take-my-coffee-like-i-take-my-women.html' title='I take my coffee like I take my women: Strong, Black, and Proud'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-115292902403600813</id><published>2006-07-14T20:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T21:03:44.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pins and needles</title><content type='html'>Thinking about my txfr admission is absolutely killing me.  I don't know how I am going to survive another week of this.  Maybe one of these dumb quizzes will help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My ex is...&lt;br /&gt;a distant memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am listening to...&lt;br /&gt;the news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Maybe I should...&lt;br /&gt;go have some red bull and vodkas tonight to take this txfr thing off my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I love...&lt;br /&gt;DC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My bestfriend(s)...&lt;br /&gt;are great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I don't understand...&lt;br /&gt;why extremely fat people still biggie size their meals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I lost...&lt;br /&gt;my sunglasses.  No idea where they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. People say...&lt;br /&gt;one bird in hand is better than two in the tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Love is...&lt;br /&gt;a pretty nice feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Somewhere, someone is...&lt;br /&gt;lobbing rockets into Israel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I will always...&lt;br /&gt;want to travel more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Forever seems...&lt;br /&gt;like an eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I never want to...&lt;br /&gt;fight in a war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. My mobile phone...&lt;br /&gt;'s battery has been crapping out lately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. When I wake up in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;I just lay there for a few minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I get annoyed when...&lt;br /&gt;people eating fast food handle my remote controls and get them all greasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Parties are...&lt;br /&gt;better than staying home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. My pets are...&lt;br /&gt;funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.Kisses are the best when...&lt;br /&gt;passionate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Today I...&lt;br /&gt;watched a federal trial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Tomorrow I will...&lt;br /&gt;obsess over my transfer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I really want...&lt;br /&gt;to get into law school in DC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, this quiz was begging the question.  I should go booze.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-115292902403600813?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/115292902403600813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=115292902403600813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/115292902403600813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/115292902403600813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/07/pins-and-needles.html' title='pins and needles'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-115163798386106214</id><published>2006-06-29T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T22:26:23.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When Tourists Attack!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1757/1600/1008619669_ORIG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1757/320/1008619669_ORIG.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking down Pennsylvania Ave. today on my way back from lunch at Old Ebbitt when I saw a trend among tourists that has annoyed me to no end.  Of course this is on Pennsylvania Ave. in front of the White House, so it is closed to traffic and that is why these idiots are in the road.  But when they don't have a wide open street to ride on, they roll down the sidewalks and force everyone else off lest you get bowled over by some smelly* tourist.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You can smell a tourist when there is a stench of sunscreen and sweat and you are within any sort of proximity to a monument.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I whipped out my camera phone to document this.  I think the picture pretty much sums it all up for me.  And just so you know, there were more of them that I didn't catch in the picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-115163798386106214?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/115163798386106214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=115163798386106214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/115163798386106214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/115163798386106214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/06/when-tourists-attack.html' title='When Tourists Attack!!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-115138539862444562</id><published>2006-06-27T00:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T00:17:17.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ukraine is not weak!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1757/1600/3328462747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1757/320/3328462747.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wM04NTHn8nE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wM04NTHn8nE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-115138539862444562?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/115138539862444562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=115138539862444562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/115138539862444562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/115138539862444562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/06/ukraine-is-not-weak_27.html' title='Ukraine is not weak!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-115069473841150507</id><published>2006-06-19T00:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T00:25:38.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://google.com/trends"&gt;Google trends&lt;/a&gt; lets you type in a search phrase and it will give you the top ten cities that have searched for that term.  Some interesting, but not really surprising results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;law school: Not too surprising, you have Univ. of Michigan, about five DC schools, and Harvard represented as the greatest interest in the term "law school"&lt;br /&gt;1. Ann Arbor, MI &lt;br /&gt;2. Washington, DC&lt;br /&gt;3. Cambridge, MA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porn:  Interstingly, the United States does not crack the rankings until Irvine, CA at #6.  The Brits and the Aussies have this one covered.&lt;br /&gt;1. Birmingham, United Kingdom&lt;br /&gt;2. Brisbane, Australia  &lt;br /&gt;3. Manchester, United Kingdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;popped collar:&lt;br /&gt;1.  New York, NY  - It was the only city that had enough hits for the search term for popped collar to pop up.  I always knew NY was the place to go for the hottest fashion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-115069473841150507?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/115069473841150507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=115069473841150507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/115069473841150507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/115069473841150507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/06/trends_19.html' title='Trends'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-115000971508930526</id><published>2006-06-11T02:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T02:08:35.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensationalist media</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1757/1600/front060906.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1757/320/front060906.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this was the cover of the NY Post after Zarqawi was killed.  Seems wrong, yet hilarious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-115000971508930526?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/115000971508930526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=115000971508930526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/115000971508930526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/115000971508930526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/06/sensationalist-media.html' title='Sensationalist media'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-114965914691859484</id><published>2006-06-07T00:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T00:47:20.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A small hangup</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1757/1600/B0000CABBW.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1757/320/B0000CABBW.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing through netflix titles picking what to get next.  For some reason it keeps recommending the movie whale rider.  I'm not one to judge a movie by its cover, but this cover has always bugged me.  I can remember being at the movie store as long as a year ago and the cover of this movie annoying me.  And it still does.  And is that the best they could do on the quote to put on the cover?  "People love whale rider?"  Come on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-114965914691859484?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/114965914691859484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=114965914691859484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114965914691859484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114965914691859484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/06/small-hangup.html' title='A small hangup'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-114948651174749165</id><published>2006-06-05T00:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T00:50:34.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aggressive Behavior</title><content type='html'>One thing I don't remember is how aggressive the homeless are here.  Last time I lived in DC they weren't this bad.  That has not been my experience this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting outside my apartment building on a ledge talking on my cell phone.  This homeless guy comes wandering up to me and I know what he is going to ask. So as not to disrupt my phone conversation, I start waiving my hand at him in a shoo or go-away motion when he was within a few feet of me.  He looked down at me and said "Muthafucka, I didn't even ask you for no money or nothin yet."  Then he turns around and yells "Kracka ass muthafucka, I have a good mind to knock yo kracka ass muthafuckin head off."  I didn't look back, but I could still hear him ranting for another minute or so as he walked away down the street.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was probably the worst one but others have tried song and dance routines while following right at my side when I was walking home from bars in Georgetown.  Then they hold out their hand and look at you like you are ripping them off for not paying for the spectacle you just witnessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-114948651174749165?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/114948651174749165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=114948651174749165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114948651174749165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114948651174749165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/06/aggressive-behavior.html' title='Aggressive Behavior'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-114913609853960489</id><published>2006-05-31T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T23:28:18.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Its all coming together</title><content type='html'>1.  The weirdest thing happened to me today.  My boss took me out to lunch with some friends of his.  First of all, he knew nothing of my intentions to transfer to a law school here.  One of the people at lunch with us today is in a position of power of at the school I am most interested in.  When I found this out, I whispered out my intentions of transferring to this guy's law school to my boss and asked if it would be appropriate to say something to him after lunch.  My boss said we would talk to him after lunch.  We did.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  The girl I have been interested in is looking promising.  We have been more in touch now than any time in the last year.  How could I have missed someone cute, sweet, smart, and fun like this.  Hopefully it doesn't pass me by again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-114913609853960489?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/114913609853960489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=114913609853960489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114913609853960489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114913609853960489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-all-coming-together.html' title='Its all coming together'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-114896125023618480</id><published>2006-05-29T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T23:26:57.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts on a blog to end a holiday weekend</title><content type='html'>1.  What do you do when there is a certain someone from your past that you have been interested in again for awhile?  When the potential of making something work was definitely there, but for who knows what reason, did not just go for it?  There was never really any fallout between us and it seems  to work in movies...I made the initial contact so we'll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I saw Thank You For Smoking tonight.  This is a must see movie.  Laughed out loud many times.  Very sharp satire and plenty of memorable quotes to bring home.  Speaking of memorable quotes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I found a book at B&amp;N this weekend that I will have to pick up before I go home: The Oxford Dictionary of Political Quotes.  Great stuff.  "Washington is a city of southern efficiency and northern hospitality - Thomas Jefferson | "I can only go one way. I've not got a reverse gear" - Tony Blair |  "No one is fit to be trusted with a secret who is not prepared, if necessary, to tell an untruth to defend it." Lord Salisbury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I want to finish Da Vinci Code in the next couple days.  I think I might be the last person on earth to read it.  I want to see the movie but I can't do that until I finish the book because I'm sure the book is better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-114896125023618480?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/114896125023618480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=114896125023618480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114896125023618480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114896125023618480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/05/random-thoughts-on-blog-to-end-holiday.html' title='Random thoughts on a blog to end a holiday weekend'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-114885734477823075</id><published>2006-05-28T17:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T18:02:24.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Washingtonian</title><content type='html'>Holiday weekend in DC is much fun.  Last night I pulled together a couple friends from college that live here, my roommate, and a friend of hers that lives out here and we went to the waterfront in Georgetown.  Although I might be paying twice as much for the same drink I can get in my current law school's city, I have to say that enjoying a cocktail while overlooking the Potomac beats the hell out of taking in the NASCAR decorations plastered all over the bar.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to the Nationals game today.  Few things beat a holiday Sunday afternoon baseball game on a beautiful day.  Especially when the Nats win!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the third time I have been out here and I am feeling more at home here than ever before.  I even got pissed at tourists on the metro who could not get inside the train in time and tried to stop the doors from closing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The transfer has to work.  It has to.  I don't want to leave!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-114885734477823075?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/114885734477823075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=114885734477823075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114885734477823075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114885734477823075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/05/washingtonian.html' title='The Washingtonian'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-114871079095337975</id><published>2006-05-27T01:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T01:19:50.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in Chinatown</title><content type='html'>So on a whim I decided I would head up to NYC for the three day weekend.  However, this is not a cheap undertaking.  That is, unless, you take the chinatown bus.  For $35.00 (round trip!) you can ride a crappy, smelly bus for five hours that picks you up in Chinatown of DC and drops you in the middle of Chinatown in NYC.  So I got home from work, packed up a bag, made plans to meet a friend in NYC, and made my way down to Chinatown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to the station they operate out of, it was everything I thought it would be.  A small non-air conditioned room that sells tickets.  To make matters worse it was a muggy, rainy day so the room was crowded with a couple dozen people ranging from college students to flat out sketch-balls.  And B.O. was in play too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately the 5:00 bus was sold out but the guy told me I could wait and get an extra seat if there was one.  So the 5:00 bus shows up at 4:30 and starts loading people up.  I ended up missing a seat by about three people.  But the bus left at 4:40!  WTF!?  So of course, over the next twenty minutes, people that were on that 5:00 bus came streaming in and found out that the bus took off early.  Ha!  Obviously overbooking is a policy of the Chinatown bus.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was another bus at 6:00 that I decided to stick around for.  So this time I went and waited outside where we would board the bus when it arrived.  There were a lot of people doing this at this point because they didn't want to miss another bus.  6:00 came and went, no bus.  6:30, no bus.  Finally at 7:00 and still no bus, I decided I had had enough and left.  My ticket is good anytime I want to use it over the next year, so I'll just hold onto it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a Mickey Mouse operation.  I seriously cannot wait to ride this thing to New York.  Maybe next weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-114871079095337975?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/114871079095337975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=114871079095337975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114871079095337975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114871079095337975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/05/adventures-in-chinatown.html' title='Adventures in Chinatown'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-114781118731822870</id><published>2006-05-16T15:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T15:26:27.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I like it here!</title><content type='html'>Wow, finally back in DC.  I'm loving it out here too.  I have really missed it.  My roommate comes Saturday.  She is a law student also (from a different school) so hopefully we'll get along.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am coming up on another big gut check.  I am going to apply to transfer to some law schools out here.  I am completely happy with the school that I am currently at and it will afford me some great opportunities, but maybe not what I want to do in the near future.  Because there are so many law schools out here filling the jobs I would be interested in, my school back in the middle of the country does not pull as much as weight around here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prospect of graduating law school in my home state and then just going back to the city I grew up in to work in a law firm for the rest of my life scares me a little.  I am in my early twenties and single and the opportunities for me to pursue a short term career in DC are here.  Its the type of opportunity and situation that will never present itself again and I really feel like  I need that sense of uncertainty and adventure.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filling out transfer apps can't hurt.  I'm not even sure I will get in because these are top notch schools I plan on applying to.  And even if I do get in, I'm not sure I will take it - I have a good situation now, I will be coming out of law school in my home state debt free and probably with some pretty well paying jobs available.  But it would be a good conundrum to have, so lets just see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-114781118731822870?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/114781118731822870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=114781118731822870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114781118731822870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114781118731822870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-like-it-here.html' title='I like it here!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-114749304856992726</id><published>2006-05-12T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T23:04:08.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2L</title><content type='html'>I am officially now a second year law student.  And first year went out with a bang. My contracts II final was 105 pages.  Go have some drinks, pack up the suits, and get the hell out of this city.  See you in the District!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-114749304856992726?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/114749304856992726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=114749304856992726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114749304856992726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114749304856992726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/05/2l.html' title='2L'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-114678181658173400</id><published>2006-05-04T17:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T17:42:24.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals Week Survey #3</title><content type='html'>Just finished my Con law I exam, so I thought this one would be appropriate.  As you can see, the survey's author has not updated the possible results in awhile.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="quizilla" href="http://quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=17&amp;url=http://quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=17&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/bannana873/quizzes/Which+Supreme+Court+Justice+Are+You%3F"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which Supreme Court Justice Are You?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/B/bannana873/1050977068_mRehnquist.jpg" /center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're William Rehnquist! You've been in the court the longest, and you like keeping everything perfectly under control. You don't like the press, especially television, and you can't stand not being in charge of things. However, you're perfectly willing to delegate power at times to those who agree with you entirely.&lt;br /&gt;Take this &lt;a target="quizilla" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=17&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/bannana873/quizzes/Which+Supreme+Court+Justice+Are+You%3F"&gt;quiz&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-114678181658173400?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/114678181658173400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=114678181658173400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114678181658173400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114678181658173400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/05/finals-week-survey-3.html' title='Finals Week Survey #3'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-114653840586111390</id><published>2006-05-01T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T21:53:25.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Law School Misconception</title><content type='html'>My brother is a very opinionated person. He wasn't always like this, and I'm not quite sure exactly when it happened. If someone has a different point of view, he just cannot fathom how someone would possibly be able to think that way.  This mainly goes to politics and such but also applies to social life, personal tastes, etc.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I disagree with him, he fights me tooth and nail about how I am wrong, no matter how uninformed his opinion might be. One day my parents were talking to me about law school in general and they kept bringing up how great he would have been for law school.  I have to completely disagree.  Just because someone is highly opinionated and  likes to fight and argue about anything contrary to what they think does not make them cut out for law school. In fact, I would say its a disadvantage.  So much of the law is being objective and being able to make concise, logical arguments for your client.  A great deal also goes into understanding where the opposition's point of view is coming from. When you understand this, you are better prepared for the arguments they put forward and can effectively rebut these. I think this is a pretty common misconception, though. Its not the first time I have heard someone think their friend/kid/acquaintance is perfect for law school because they love to argue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-114653840586111390?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/114653840586111390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=114653840586111390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114653840586111390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114653840586111390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/05/law-school-misconception.html' title='Law School Misconception'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-114641120903910887</id><published>2006-04-30T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T10:33:29.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals Week Survey #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mewing.net/tortquiz/conversion.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mewing.net/tortquiz/"&gt;take the WHAT INTENTIONAL TORT ARE YOU test.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://mewing.net"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and go to mewing.net. because law school made laura do this.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-114641120903910887?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/114641120903910887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=114641120903910887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114641120903910887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114641120903910887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/04/finals-week-survey-2_30.html' title='Finals Week Survey #2'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-114636101475982751</id><published>2006-04-29T20:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T20:44:14.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals Week Survey #1</title><content type='html'>In honor of finals week, the most hellish (2) weeks of a law student's semester, I think I will take some law school related surveys to better know myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="quizilla" href="http://quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=17&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/WrenchofDelivery/quizzes/Which+Federal+Rule+of+Civil+Procedure+Are+You%3F"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which Federal Rule of Civil Procedure Are You?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE RULE 12(b)!While you might be a defendant's best friend, you aren't exactly polite to others.  You have seven separate grounds on which to dismiss a plaintiff's case.  You are a bit paranoid, since if you fail to raise your 12(b)(2,3,4, or 7) in a motion or a pleading with one of the other 12(b) defenses or a 12(e) motion, you waive those objections for the rest of trial. Some might say that 12(b) is the biggest bully of the Federal Rules of Civil Procedure, but hey, somebody needs to keep the peace.  You might not be the most popular guy in the office, but you're probably the most important.&lt;br/&gt;Take this &lt;a target="quizilla" href="http://quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=17&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/WrenchofDelivery/quizzes/Which+Federal+Rule+of+Civil+Procedure+Are+You%3F"&gt;quiz&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-114636101475982751?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/114636101475982751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=114636101475982751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114636101475982751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114636101475982751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/04/finals-week-survey-1.html' title='Finals Week Survey #1'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-114626808131404898</id><published>2006-04-28T18:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T18:48:01.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo</title><content type='html'>When you go to the zoo, there is a sign posted outside the cages that says "Please don't feed the animals."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you go to law school, there needs to be a sign posted that says "Please don't date the other law students."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both are equally bad ideas.  Ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-114626808131404898?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/114626808131404898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=114626808131404898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114626808131404898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114626808131404898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/04/zoo.html' title='Zoo'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-114585948962317401</id><published>2006-04-24T01:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T02:51:38.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good, the bad, and the pretty weird</title><content type='html'>Apartment hunting in DC for a short term sublease is a B. I have found a bunch of cool places but few are for the amount of time I need. I narrowly missed getting a sublease on a great spot in Foggy Bottom. Studio, not outrageous rent, right by foggy bottom metro, 10 min. walk to the ellipse, Washington. monument, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did stumble across a couple pretty interesting posts while apt. searching on craigslist though. Perhaps one will take care of my roommate situation and the other will take care of my place to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place to stay:  &lt;a href="http://washingtondc.craigslist.org/sub/153929501.html"&gt;http://washingtondc.craigslist.org/sub/153929501.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roommates: &lt;a href="http://washingtondc.craigslist.org/msr/152648469.html"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;http://washingtondc.craigslist.org/msr/152648469.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-114585948962317401?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/114585948962317401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=114585948962317401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114585948962317401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114585948962317401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/04/good-bad-and-pretty-weird.html' title='The Good, the bad, and the pretty weird'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-114576530088771493</id><published>2006-04-22T23:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T23:08:20.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Outline companion</title><content type='html'>Can't say I have ever had a beer while studying.  Not anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-114576530088771493?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/114576530088771493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=114576530088771493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114576530088771493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114576530088771493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/04/outline-companion.html' title='Outline companion'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-114566293221145709</id><published>2006-04-21T18:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T18:43:07.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Discrepancies at the grocery store</title><content type='html'>A couple  observations from my trip to the grocery store today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who taught old people how to work the self-checkout line? I thought they were scared of new technology. Any prospect of getting out of a crowded store quickly is now ruined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When you are so fat that you have to ride one of those little motorized carts around, I think it would be best to take some of the frozen pizzas and doritos out of your cart and head over to the produce aisle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-114566293221145709?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/114566293221145709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=114566293221145709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114566293221145709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114566293221145709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/04/discrepancies-at-grocery-store.html' title='Discrepancies at the grocery store'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-114551277688544109</id><published>2006-04-20T00:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T00:59:36.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1757/1600/DSC07230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1757/400/DSC07230.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-114551277688544109?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/114551277688544109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=114551277688544109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114551277688544109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114551277688544109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-114520473831024135</id><published>2006-04-16T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T11:25:38.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More good music</title><content type='html'>So I decided to take down the smiling Jesus post because it was the first post that shows on my blog on Easter Day.  I thought that might be in bad taste - plus I think karma can be a B, and I don't want to mess anything up right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Album rec. #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margot and the Nuclear So &amp; So's - The Dust of Retreat.  Sounds a little like Death Cab.  A little.  I can't think of one band to nail them to, but if you like the Decemberists or possibly Bright Eyes, check them out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-114520473831024135?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/114520473831024135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=114520473831024135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114520473831024135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114520473831024135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/04/more-good-music.html' title='More good music'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-114487641412962978</id><published>2006-04-12T16:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T16:13:34.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Its the Chronic...What? Cles of Narnia!</title><content type='html'>Hilarious. I just saw this for the first time the other day and could not stop laughing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/71h2aiOEJwY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/71h2aiOEJwY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-114487641412962978?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/114487641412962978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=114487641412962978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114487641412962978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114487641412962978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-chronicwhat-cles-of-narnia.html' title='Its the Chronic...What? Cles of Narnia!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-114472740061822750</id><published>2006-04-10T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T22:57:10.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Stretch</title><content type='html'>Today I realized that for first time in awhile I am really happy again.  I have been such a sad sack all semester.  I am so excited about so many things going on right now.  And now that I have my appellate brief handed in, one class this semester is down.  Now to catch up on all the slacking I have done in Contracts.  Kick ass on finals, move to Washington, and maybe stay there awhile!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized I haven't had any music recs on this blog, so here goes.  I have this obsession with indie rock bands with female lead singers.  This one is a very solid album, so give it a shot, or at least go on iTunes and check out the samples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sounds - Dying to Say This to You.  Great indie/synth rock sound.  Has sort of an 80's edge to it in some of the songs.  Reminds me of Blondie a little bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-114472740061822750?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/114472740061822750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=114472740061822750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114472740061822750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114472740061822750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/04/home-stretch.html' title='Home Stretch'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-114438492031426650</id><published>2006-04-06T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T00:04:41.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>afraid i'm not a machine</title><content type='html'>I have the appellate brief blues.  Due Monday, then around the clock finals studying until mid-May.  Sigh.  I may need a one last hurrah at the bars with friends before things really get boring.  Keeping my eye on the prize is my biggest motivation though: Heading back to the district.  I also have a really cool place picked out on Pennsylvania Ave. I might sign a lease on pretty soon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took coffee as a surprise to a girl I have been talking to lately.  Thought it may be a nice late afternoon pickup on this brief writing.  At the risk of sounding cheesy, I have always been a fan of the unexpected surprise.  I know how great I feel when someone does something really nice for me for no reason at all, so I try to be spontaneous with that stuff too.  Just something to show someone I was thinking about them.  Hopefully I scored some brownie points too.  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-114438492031426650?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/114438492031426650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=114438492031426650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114438492031426650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114438492031426650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/04/afraid-im-not-machine.html' title='afraid i&apos;m not a machine'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-114420610665159628</id><published>2006-04-04T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T22:01:46.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a dilemma!</title><content type='html'>Whatever will liberals do?  Wal-Mart is selling Brokeback Mountain on DVD, despite pleas from conservative groups not to.  But many liberals refuse to support such a faceless corporation like Wal-Mart.  But where else will they get their hot off the press copy of Brokeback at everyday low prices?  Its a tough life, I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-114420610665159628?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/114420610665159628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=114420610665159628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114420610665159628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114420610665159628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-dilemma.html' title='What a dilemma!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-114419941781971468</id><published>2006-04-04T19:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T12:45:41.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I'm getting hooked on these things</title><content type='html'>Great time wasters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Have you ever been searched by the cops?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you close your eyes on roller coasters?&lt;br /&gt;No way, and miss all the excitement?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When's the last time you've been sledding?&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago down the hill my undergrad campus sat atop.  Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Would you rather sleep with someone else, or alone?&lt;br /&gt;Someone else, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you believe in ghosts?&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you consider yourself creative?&lt;br /&gt;I think I have found my niche of creativity in legal writing. Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you think O.J. killed his wife?&lt;br /&gt;Def.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Jennifer Aniston or Angelina Jolie?&lt;br /&gt;Aniston, Jolie seems trashy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Can you honestly say you know ANYTHING about politics?&lt;br /&gt;I'm a politics junkie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you know how to play poker?&lt;br /&gt;I love playing but I never win.  I think I was better when I was first starting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Have you ever been awake for 48 hours straight?&lt;br /&gt;Not quite sure. If not, been pretty close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What's your favorite commercial?&lt;br /&gt;I think its citi or something when the guy is trying to get through to customer service and he has to say his password with a bunch of people around.  He quietly says, "big boy" and then the automated voice asks him to repeat it louder and he yells "Big Boy!" on the crowded bus.  Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Who was your first true love?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure that I have experienced my first true love yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If you're driving in the middle of the night, and no one is around you, do you run a red light?&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I've heard too many stories of a cop hiding out waiting for someone to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you have a secret that no one knows but you?&lt;br /&gt;Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Boston Red Sox or New York Yankees?&lt;br /&gt;Washington Nationals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Have you ever been Ice Skating?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. How often do you remember your dreams?&lt;br /&gt;I will remember them right when I wake up but lose it pretty quick afterwards.  Sometimes they will really stick with me though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. When was the last time you laughed so hard you cried?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, probably making jokes with my roommate from college last summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Can you name 5 songs by The Eagles?&lt;br /&gt;um......hotel california, and im out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What's the one thing on your mind?&lt;br /&gt;My coffee date with a cute blonde tomorrow. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;No way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you know who Ba-Ba-Booey is?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I know this, but I think its some guy on Howard Stern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you always wear your seatbelt?&lt;br /&gt;Probably half the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What talent do you wish you had?&lt;br /&gt;Photographic memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you like Sushi?&lt;br /&gt;I love sushi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Have you ever narrowly avoided a fatal accident?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, one time my friend took me for a ride in his dad's porsche and he started going around 80 mph or so through our neighborhood.  There was some sand in the road and he lost control of the car.  We did several 360's, flew over the curb and came a couple feet away from slamming into a tree.  Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What do you wear to bed?&lt;br /&gt;boxers and tee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Have you ever been caught stealing?&lt;br /&gt;Can't get caught if you've never done it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Does size matter?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you truly hate someone?&lt;br /&gt;No, thats not healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Rock or Rap?&lt;br /&gt;rock!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. If you could sleep with one famous person, who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I've never really been big on fantasizing about celebrities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you know anyone in jail?&lt;br /&gt;Like prison? No. I guess I know some people who have been to jail for like a night or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Have you ever sang in front of the mirror?&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I think I remember doing this as a little kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. What food do you find disgusting?&lt;br /&gt;really greasy fried chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Did you ever play, "I'll show you mine, if you show me yours?"&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Have you ever made fun of your friends behind their back?&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Have you ever stood up for someone you hardly knew?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Have you ever been punched in the face?&lt;br /&gt;Heh, yeah, but I won the fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Do you love lemons?&lt;br /&gt;Nah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-114419941781971468?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/114419941781971468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=114419941781971468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114419941781971468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114419941781971468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-think-im-getting-hooked-on-these.html' title='I think I&apos;m getting hooked on these things'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-114410330109150496</id><published>2006-04-03T17:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T17:28:21.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thought For the Day</title><content type='html'>Perhpas the most horrible place to live/visit/spend any time in at all in the United States: Branson, Missouri.  Its a stiff's Las Vegas right in the middle of bumpkin-ville.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-114410330109150496?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/114410330109150496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=114410330109150496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114410330109150496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114410330109150496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/04/random-thought-for-day.html' title='Random Thought For the Day'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-114401858188310486</id><published>2006-04-02T17:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T17:56:21.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ADD at the Library</title><content type='html'>I'm studying at our school's library.  I needed to get away from the distractions of tv and the couch at my apartment.  But after about an hour of being here, I remember why I hate studying at the library.  Why can't people sit still?  It can be one of a hundred things, but what really gets me is people who constantly shake their leg up and down, listen to headphones too loud, drum along to music with their pen or fingers, and other constant fidgeting.  Just chill the f*** out, sit still, and read.  Not too tough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-114401858188310486?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/114401858188310486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=114401858188310486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114401858188310486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114401858188310486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/04/add-at-library.html' title='ADD at the Library'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-114352961432189266</id><published>2006-03-28T00:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T01:34:47.213-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy crap, 70 questions....I really don't want to study civ pro.</title><content type='html'>1. Do you snore? Unfortunately, I think I do&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you a lover or a fighter? Lover&lt;br /&gt;3. What's your worst fear? Not being happy&lt;br /&gt;4. As a kid were you a lego maniac? No, I liked ninja turtles&lt;br /&gt;5. What do you think of reality TV? I like The Apprentice and Survivor&lt;br /&gt;7. Were you a cute baby? I was a fat baby.&lt;br /&gt;8. Is the single life the life for you? It is getting a little old.&lt;br /&gt;9. What color is your keyboard? black&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you sing in the shower? If I have music to sing along to.&lt;br /&gt;11. Have you ever bungee jumped? No, but I would&lt;br /&gt;12. Have any secret talents? Yes, but I obviously can't reveal them.&lt;br /&gt;13. Ideal vacation spot? Greece.&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you think Jay Leno is funny? Not really&lt;br /&gt;15. Can you swim? yes&lt;br /&gt;16. Have you seen Donnie Darko? Yes, I liked it.&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you give a damn about the ozone? I guess since I drive an SUV the answer is no&lt;br /&gt;18. How many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop? Next question&lt;br /&gt;19. Can you sing the alphabet backwards? nope&lt;br /&gt;20. Have you ever been on an airplane? Many times.&lt;br /&gt;21. Are you an only child? nope&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you prefer electric or manual pencil sharpener? Electric&lt;br /&gt;23. What's your stand on hunting? I'm not into it but I don't care if others do it.&lt;br /&gt;24. Is marriage in your future? Someday&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you like your handwriting? I prefer typing&lt;br /&gt;26. What are you allergic to? A lot of things in the spring&lt;br /&gt;27. When was the last time you said "I love you" and meant it? Couple days ago.&lt;br /&gt;28. Is Elvis still alive? I doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you cry at weddings? No.&lt;br /&gt;30. How do you like your eggs? Over easy&lt;br /&gt;31. All blondes dumb? Nah.&lt;br /&gt;32. Where does the other sock end up? Narnia.&lt;br /&gt;33. What time is it? Almost 1...ugh...I still have civ.pro. reading.&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you have a nickname? Yes&lt;br /&gt;35. Is McDonalds food disgusting? I like their breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;36. When was the last time you were in a car? Coming home from school.&lt;br /&gt;37. Do you prefer baths or showers? Showers. Baths are wading in a tepid pool of your own filth&lt;br /&gt;38. Is Santa Claus real? Sure.&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you like to have your neck kissed? I personally prefer ears over neck.&lt;br /&gt;40. Are you afraid of the dark? No.&lt;br /&gt;41. What are you addicted to? Caffeine.&lt;br /&gt;42. Crunchy or creamy peanut butter? Neither.&lt;br /&gt;43. Can you crack your neck? Unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;44. Have you ever ridden in an ambulance? No.&lt;br /&gt;46. Is drug free the way to be? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;47. Are you a heavy sleeper?  Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;48. What color are your eyes? Brown&lt;br /&gt;50. Do you like your life? Very much so&lt;br /&gt;52. Are you psychic? Yes, I can read minds.&lt;br /&gt;53. Have you read "Catcher in the Rye" ? I did in high school.  I liked it too.&lt;br /&gt;54. Do you play instruments? No, wish I did though.&lt;br /&gt;55. Have you ever stolen money? I used to grab spare change out of the cupholder of my dad's car when I was a kid, if that counts&lt;br /&gt;56. Can you snowboard? Oh yeah.  Love it.&lt;br /&gt;57. Do you like camping? Its okay.  Circumstances would have to be right.&lt;br /&gt;58. Do you snort when you laugh? No.&lt;br /&gt;59. Do you believe in magic? No, its all clicks and whistles.&lt;br /&gt;60. Are dogs a mans best friend? I love dogs but I prefer people as best friends.&lt;br /&gt;61. Do you believe in divorce? Do I believe in it?  I hope it never happens to me but its necessary sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;62. Can you moonwalk? No&lt;br /&gt;64. Is it cold outside? Light jacket weather.&lt;br /&gt;65. What was the last thing you ate? Breadstick.&lt;br /&gt;66. Do you miss someone right now?  I get to see family often enough to where I never miss them too much.  I miss certain times of my life and the experiences associated with being with those close to me.  But they are wonderful memories to have.&lt;br /&gt;67. Wish you could live somewhere else? Most definitely.&lt;br /&gt;68. What's the most annoying TV commerical? The cingular commercial where the guy is always giving his friend such a hard time for having a crappy cell phone.  Come on buddy, where do you get off by rubbing it in your friend's face that your cell phone is so much better than his?&lt;br /&gt;69. Do you shop at American Eagle? No&lt;br /&gt;70. Favorite band at the moment? Yeah Yeah Yeahs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-114352961432189266?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/114352961432189266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=114352961432189266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114352961432189266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114352961432189266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/03/holy-crap-70-questionsi-really-dont.html' title='Holy crap, 70 questions....I really don&apos;t want to study civ pro.'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-114342441509771852</id><published>2006-03-26T17:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T00:51:13.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week to Remember</title><content type='html'>This last week had to be one of the most exciting weeks of my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  Kicked off spring break by driving out to Colorado to get a little spring snowboarding in.  Had a lot of fun with friends from school and it was nice to put law out of sight and mind for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  The job I applied for in Washington, DC called and offered me the job I wanted so badly.  I gladly accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  I met with a federal judge from my state who offered me a position as his clerk.  I gladly accepted.  I will be splitting my time in half between these two jobs this summer.  That dilemma is solved and I will put my summer experience up against anyone in the whole class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  I have already blogged the story about flying on the private corporate jet to Washington for the weekend, and I think that part goes without saying.  I got to walk around Georgetown for the afternoon and then watch the NCAA games in person.  I also got to meet the president of George Mason University, who paid a visit to our suite at the game.  That can't be a bad thing......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  I met up with a friend from college I had not seen in over a year after the game and we hit Georgetown for some drinks and catching up.  I love that city.  It is going to be so great to be back this summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-114342441509771852?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/114342441509771852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=114342441509771852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114342441509771852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114342441509771852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/03/week-to-remember.html' title='A Week to Remember'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-114315864041807203</id><published>2006-03-23T17:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T18:04:00.430-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend in the District</title><content type='html'>Got a big surprise today!  My boss from when I worked in Washington, DC called me and offered me two seats on a private jet (he now works in the private sector and this is his company's jet) and tickets to the Sweet 16 games in DC this weekend.  We happen to be from the same hometown and one of the teams playing happens to be from there too.  I am so excited for a quick weekend in DC.  I have not been back since the President's inauguration last year.  Even though my team is out of the tournament and I have had my tail firmly between my legs for a week now, I am still excited to experience two of my favorite interests in one weekend:  Washington, DC and college basketball.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-114315864041807203?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/114315864041807203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=114315864041807203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114315864041807203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114315864041807203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/03/weekend-in-district.html' title='Weekend in the District'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-114256407456003383</id><published>2006-03-16T20:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T20:54:34.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I have a problem...</title><content type='html'>I'm laying on my couch watching the tournament.  On TV I have GW v. NC-Wilmington, which is currently in overtime.  Now here is where it gets a little ridiculous.  I signed up for three different online accounts.  I have three different games playing on my laptop which is right in front of me while watching the main game in High Def on TV.  I have minimized on the computer my brackets and rankings where I stand in the bracket pools I am in for quick reference.  Arguably one of the best days of the year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-114256407456003383?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/114256407456003383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=114256407456003383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114256407456003383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114256407456003383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-think-i-have-problem_114256407456003383.html' title='I think I have a problem...'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-114252818549893656</id><published>2006-03-16T10:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T10:56:25.510-06:00</updated><title type='text'>At least I have my priorities straight</title><content type='html'>Remember all that talk about going to class and watching the tourney games on my laptop?  Well, I thought of something better:  Just stay home and watch the games on TV.  It pays to save absences for days like this.  Yep, this is the good life.  Oh, and here is your last minute tournament pick:  Pick Wichita State to upset Tennessee in the second round.  Probably won't happen, but if it does, you heard it here first!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-114252818549893656?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/114252818549893656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=114252818549893656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114252818549893656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114252818549893656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/03/at-least-i-have-my-priorities-straight.html' title='At least I have my priorities straight'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-114240761384263846</id><published>2006-03-15T01:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T01:29:05.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome Day</title><content type='html'>I'm about to head off to bed.  Fried from studying bluebook citations.  But today was too good of a day not to mark down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I got offered a job I really wanted this summer.  So excited!&lt;br /&gt;- The other job I am interested in has all but made the offer, its very close.  More on this later, but I think I am going to be able to split my time between the two jobs I wanted most this summer.  Who says you have to be number one in the class to get the very best summer clerk job(s)?&lt;br /&gt;- I won $200 in a random drawing for taking part in a survey for Starbucks.  And they gave me a $15 Starbucks card just for participating.  Perfect timing, because I need a new bag of Cafe Verona.  Definitely not getting Komodo Dragon blend again. blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad for a days work.  Now to ace the bluebook citation exam tomorrow and then sit back and enjoy March Madness (during class) the rest of the week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-114240761384263846?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/114240761384263846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=114240761384263846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114240761384263846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114240761384263846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/03/awesome-day.html' title='Awesome Day'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-114236599773886053</id><published>2006-03-14T13:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T13:53:17.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bracketbuster #1</title><content type='html'>12 Texas A&amp;M v. 5 Syracuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This matchup it tough to figure out.  You have Syracuse, who before the Big East tournament was questionable as to whether they would even qualify for the tournament, turn into the hottest team in the country and win the conference tournament in arguably the toughest conference in the country.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texas A&amp;M is a team just waiting to make a big upset.  They knocked off Texas late in the season and then nearly did it again the Big 12 tournament.  They played in the Big 12, which is no pushover conference.  So this isn't some mid-major team.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also the dreaded 5 v. 12 matchup.  Every year there are always at least a couple 12 seeds that beat 5 seeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all depends on which team Syracuse brings.  Will they still be on fire a week later and continue their outstanding play, or will they revert to the mediocre team they were for the better part of the season?  If they are as hot as they were in the Big East tournament, seriously consider them for knocking off Duke and going to the Final Four.  If not, A&amp;M pulls off one of the many first round upsets to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdict: Go with Syracuse.  You have to like teams that are peaking right now and playing their best ball of the season heading right into the tournament.  Gerry Macnamara is a great senior and his tournament experience will prove too much for the Aggies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-114236599773886053?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/114236599773886053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=114236599773886053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114236599773886053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114236599773886053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/03/bracketbuster-1.html' title='Bracketbuster #1'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-114221883130088407</id><published>2006-03-12T21:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T21:01:03.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Julian Slams Texas!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I said I wasn't going to work up my team, and I'm still not, but this is just too good not to enjoy.  How I love March!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-Coc2-rc1zY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-Coc2-rc1zY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-114221883130088407?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/114221883130088407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=114221883130088407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114221883130088407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114221883130088407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/03/julian-slams-texas_12.html' title='Julian Slams Texas!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-114220849799778954</id><published>2006-03-12T17:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T18:08:18.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bracketology</title><content type='html'>Tournament time!  The NCAA tournament is the absolute best in sports.  I'll be making tournament analysis and picks through the week, so stay tuned.  But I am not going to work up my team.  Last year when I put up cocky posts about my team, they ended up having one of the most embarrassing losses in school history.  And being the superstitious &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; person I am, I have learned my lesson.  However, I will say this:  I like my team's bracket a lot.  I think they have a very legitimate shot for a deep tourney run.  Beak 'em!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-114220849799778954?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/114220849799778954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=114220849799778954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114220849799778954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114220849799778954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/03/bracketology.html' title='Bracketology'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-114203025819202816</id><published>2006-03-10T16:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T16:56:22.230-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Conservative Intellectual Network</title><content type='html'>Today I joined the ranks of Scalia, Roberts, Alito, and countless other conservative and libertarain individuals involved in the legal community by becoming a member of the Federalist Society at my law school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The courts must declare the sense of the law; and if they should be disposed to exercise will instead of judgment, the consequene would be the substitution of their pleasure to that of the legislative body." -- The Federalist No. 78&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-114203025819202816?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/114203025819202816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=114203025819202816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114203025819202816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114203025819202816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/03/conservative-intellectual-network.html' title='A Conservative Intellectual Network'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-114194344009840174</id><published>2006-03-09T16:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T16:37:35.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fever Pitch</title><content type='html'>Its about this time ever year that it gets pretty hard for people to concentrate at work and school. Apparently, U.S. companies sustain millions of dollars in lost productivity because people are too busy concentrating on the NCAA tournament. (See &lt;a href="http://money.cnn.com/2005/03/10/news/economy/marchmadness/"&gt;CNN article&lt;/a&gt; for more). And the NCAA isn't doing anything to help this situation by offering *free* live feeds of all the NCAA tournament games online through their &lt;a href="http://www.ncaasports.com/mmod"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;.  Criminal Procedure class will never be the same when I can't get a live feed of college BB games on my laptop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no exception to the loss in work phenomenon. With spring break right around the corner - yes, we still get spring break in law school :-) - next week is looking bleak. Its going to be hard not to fill and re-fill out my bracket during each class and spend a lot of free time analyzing win-loss records of the field of 65 while daydreaming about getting out of town with my friends the following week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-114194344009840174?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/114194344009840174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=114194344009840174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114194344009840174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114194344009840174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/03/fever-pitch.html' title='Fever Pitch'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-114179518946553928</id><published>2006-03-07T23:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T23:19:49.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Stuff</title><content type='html'>Some of the things that make me the happiest in life are definitely the little things.  Little things that that make you smile when you are all by yourself and make you feel like everything is in its right place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing to do this year #1:  Kiss a girl I really like in a thunderstorm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-114179518946553928?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/114179518946553928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=114179518946553928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114179518946553928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114179518946553928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/03/little-stuff.html' title='Little Stuff'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-114168850617175921</id><published>2006-03-06T17:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T17:44:41.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold-Called</title><content type='html'>It had to happen sometime. A day would come where I had not done the reading and would get called on in class to explain the case. Unfortunately, that day was today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: (Shuffling through name cards) Would you care to explain Champion v. Ames to the class?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Several seconds of awkward silence) Can I take a pass for today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: I don't allow passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ..... (Thinking: Okay, well, do you want me to take 10 minutes while the class sits here and read it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: I do give opportunities to redeem yourself, but this will be noted. You will be probed extensively on your knowledge of the material next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busted.  Oh well.  The next two people called on weren't prepared either so I wasn't the only one.  Nice wake up call, I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-114168850617175921?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/114168850617175921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=114168850617175921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114168850617175921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114168850617175921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/03/cold-called.html' title='Cold-Called'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-114134355729205173</id><published>2006-03-02T17:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T17:52:37.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuck Norris</title><content type='html'>I don't know where the recent explosion of Chuck Norris jokes came from, but I am slowly turning into a fan.  I'll admit, some of them are pretty funny, I guess I just don't understand where this all of a sudden came from.  Some of the better ones IMO: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Norris' tears cure cancer. Too bad he has never cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Norris is currently suing NBC, claiming Law and Order are trademarked names for his left and right legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Norris is 1/8th Cherokee. This has nothing to do with ancestry, the man ate a fucking Indian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When McDonalds refused to give Chuck Norris an Egg McMuffin because it was 10:35, he roundhouse kicked the store so hard that it became a Wendy's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-114134355729205173?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/114134355729205173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=114134355729205173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114134355729205173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114134355729205173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/03/chuck-norris.html' title='Chuck Norris'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-114125477104748030</id><published>2006-03-01T16:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T17:12:51.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Me My Dog or Give Me Death</title><content type='html'>I tried to dig up a news article I could link to, but I couldn't find one.  I saw this on CNN today.  Apparently, Americans were surveyed on The Simpsons and The Constitution.  While almost everyone surveyed was able to name all five members of The Simpsons family, only one person surveyed was able to name all five freedoms guaranteed by the First Amendment.  And apparently, most of the people surveyed thought the right to own a pet was written in the Constitution.  Nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-114125477104748030?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/114125477104748030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=114125477104748030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114125477104748030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114125477104748030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/03/give-me-my-dog-or-give-me-death.html' title='Give Me My Dog or Give Me Death'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-114108296314289737</id><published>2006-02-27T17:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T17:29:23.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Conversation 1</title><content type='html'>Friend and me driving along the other day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  What percentage of the population do you think is good looking?&lt;br /&gt;Friend: You gotta give me a little more to work with.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Percentage of the population that is datable.  Overall - Looks and personality.&lt;br /&gt;Friend: 15-20%&lt;br /&gt;Me: No way, its more like 5-10%.  Closer to 5.&lt;br /&gt;Friend:  So 90% of the population is undatable?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Undatable!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit its very Seinfeldian, actually almost a straight take off.  But a good conversation to have, nonetheless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-114108296314289737?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/114108296314289737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=114108296314289737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114108296314289737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114108296314289737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/02/random-conversation-1.html' title='Random Conversation 1'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-114094006229184166</id><published>2006-02-26T01:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T01:47:42.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking News . . . For People With Dirty Minds</title><content type='html'>I have one of those customized yahoo pages as my startup page on my web browser. One of the things that comes up on the side is the top 5 most viewed/emailed yahoo news photos of the day. I was scrolling by them today and couldn't help but notice a sort of common theme developing...Seriously, do people get their kicks from checking out the racy yahoo news photo section? As I scrolled down I thought I should give people the benefit of the doubt that they were just there to see a funny picture or some Olympics picture, but then I ran across the third one and it pretty much summed up what apparently most people are trolling around Yahoo photos looking for.  Here they were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1757/1600/r1299844864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1757/320/r1299844864.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1757/1600/capt.olypa26302240013.winter_olympics_figure_skating_womens_final_tr2_japan_olypa263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1757/320/capt.olypa26302240013.winter_olympics_figure_skating_womens_final_tr2_japan_olypa263.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1757/1600/capt.sge.oyb95.240206201852.photo00.photo.default-255x323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1757/320/capt.sge.oyb95.240206201852.photo00.photo.default-255x323.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah...Let your imagination do the work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-114094006229184166?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/114094006229184166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=114094006229184166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114094006229184166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114094006229184166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/02/breaking-news-for-people-with-dirty.html' title='Breaking News . . . For People With Dirty Minds'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-114083838123853272</id><published>2006-02-24T21:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T21:56:18.416-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Unmitigated Gall</title><content type='html'>I recently discovered the identity of a highly ranked individual in my 1L class. Interviews are also going on right now for summer jobs and clerkships. Today, I found out this person has quite an ego, as well. Apparently she was not hired for a couple of the jobs she applied for and sent angry emails out to those firms. Something about how can you not hire the number 1 person with impeccable academic credentials, etc. etc. Too bad, buddy. I'm sure things will pick up for you, but I have to say that your common sense does not quite match your intellectual skills. Attorneys talk to each other. They will talk about the student who thought she was a real hot shot and sent angry emails chastizing law firms for not hiring her. This is kind of like an article I saw the other day, though not nearly as bad. At least she didn't follow up the rejection by saying "bla bla bla" to the hiring firm. &lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/business/articles/2006/02/16/2_e_mailers_get_testy_and_hundreds_readevery_word/?p1=MEWell_Pos1"&gt;Angry law student email.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-114083838123853272?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/114083838123853272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=114083838123853272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114083838123853272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114083838123853272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/02/unmitigated-gall.html' title='Unmitigated Gall'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-114081708536100941</id><published>2006-02-24T15:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T15:38:05.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Potable Quotes #2</title><content type='html'>"Never give up on something that you can't go a day without thinking about."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-114081708536100941?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/114081708536100941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=114081708536100941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114081708536100941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114081708536100941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/02/potable-quotes-2.html' title='Potable Quotes #2'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-114063620618434726</id><published>2006-02-22T13:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T00:12:55.813-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This Guy Is So In</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1757/1600/ruth%20bader%20ginsburg%20and%20samuel%20alito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1757/320/ruth%20bader%20ginsburg%20and%20samuel%20alito.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ginsberg: "Here hun, I think you dropped some of your lunch on your robe."&lt;br /&gt;Roberts (thinking to himself): "Don't let her suck you in, Sam!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-114063620618434726?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/114063620618434726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=114063620618434726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114063620618434726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114063620618434726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-guy-is-so-in.html' title='This Guy Is So In'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-114049958691084720</id><published>2006-02-20T22:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T14:11:56.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>That Takes Me Back</title><content type='html'>Its funny how a song that you listened to a lot at a particular time in your life can bring back strong and vivid memories of that time.  I have a lot of these songs.  At the time I am listening to it, I don't realize it could become one of those songs in the future.  When I listen to it again after not hearing it for awhile, it instanlty takes me back to that particular time in my life.  Its funny how strongly it hits and really brings in a flood of memories of that specific time or situation.  Some of the more recent ones I can think of off the top of my head:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Postal Service - We Will Become Sillhouettes - Returning from DC at the end of summer to start my senior year of college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radiohead - Punch Up at a Wedding - DC Summer 2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interpol - Turn on the Bright Lights - DC Summer 2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astaire - L-L-Love - Riding on a train from Moscow to St. Petersburg, Russia Summer 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coldplay - Square One - Russia Summer 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metric - Empty - First semester of law school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busta Rhymes - Break Ya' Neck - 2 am rapping sessions with my roommate after getting home from going out on a weekend night sophomore year of college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flaming Lips - Do You Realize - Moving out of college, last day with my whole group of friends together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-114049958691084720?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/114049958691084720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=114049958691084720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114049958691084720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114049958691084720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/02/that-takes-me-back.html' title='That Takes Me Back'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-114040406472576443</id><published>2006-02-19T20:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T20:54:24.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'>People Watching</title><content type='html'>I went and ate breakfast at Perkins this morning.  This usually gives a good people-watching opportunity.  But it wasn't the usual fat chick in a tweety bird t-shirt that caught my eye.  I saw some woman walk in with a t-shirt that said, "Love Sucks.....True Love Swallows."  I couldn't help but involuntarily shudder when her cracked out, long haired boyfriend came following behind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-114040406472576443?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/114040406472576443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=114040406472576443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114040406472576443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114040406472576443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/02/people-watching.html' title='People Watching'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-114037278730766271</id><published>2006-02-19T12:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T12:44:17.613-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogsitting</title><content type='html'>Just got done dogsitting for the weekend. My parents were near my city to take my younger brother to a basketball tournament and I offered to take care of the dog this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've thought about getting a dog but I have had reservations. I'm glad I did this small test run. First of all, if I did get one, I would not want to housetrain it in the winter. It was -2 degrees outside last night and the dog really didn't seem to mind. Even though this dog is house trained, he pooed in the corner of my apartment a couple different times. I think he was mad for not playing with him enough. (Even though I spent hours throwing a stuffed toy across the room that he would bring back each time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good test run. I had a lot of fun taking care of the dog, but I don't think I want to get one while living at an apartment complex. Maybe someday, but I'll stick to the family dog visiting for the weekend every now and then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-114037278730766271?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/114037278730766271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=114037278730766271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114037278730766271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114037278730766271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/02/dogsitting.html' title='Dogsitting'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-114012829867911989</id><published>2006-02-16T15:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T20:56:47.203-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowtie Guys</title><content type='html'>Today during criminal procedure class my friend and I had an IM conversation about bowties. I definitely do not see myself as being a bowtie guy or even being able to pull it off. My friend, while not a bowtie person either, thinks he would pull it off well. We talked about some of the famous bowtie wearers and the company my friend will be joining once he becomes one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1.  Tucker Carlson&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1757/1600/tucker_carlson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1757/320/tucker_carlson.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Supreme Court Justice John Paul Stevens&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1757/1600/JohnPaulStevens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1757/320/JohnPaulStevens.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Pee Wee Herman&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1757/1600/22935964_a78556bf06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1757/320/22935964_a78556bf06.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  And my personal favorite: Matthew Lesko.  Free Money to Pay Your Bills!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1757/1600/49_cd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1757/320/49_cd.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Go ahead and click on the picture to get the full effect)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-114012829867911989?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/114012829867911989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=114012829867911989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114012829867911989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114012829867911989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/02/bowtie-guys.html' title='Bowtie Guys'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-114007301792812138</id><published>2006-02-16T00:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T01:52:10.020-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Potable Quotes #1</title><content type='html'>In addition to being a popular vacation site, Florida is well known as a source of narcotics and other illegal drugs. - Rehnquist, J., Illinois v. Gates, 462 U.S. 213.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Rehnquist lifted this right of a Florida Chamber of Commerce brochure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-114007301792812138?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/114007301792812138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=114007301792812138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114007301792812138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/114007301792812138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/02/potable-quotes-1.html' title='Potable Quotes #1'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-113998333134153477</id><published>2006-02-15T00:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T00:02:11.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Missouri Compromise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1757/1600/Quinn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1757/320/Quinn.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least they gave him a nice severance package.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-113998333134153477?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/113998333134153477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=113998333134153477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/113998333134153477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/113998333134153477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/02/missouri-compromise.html' title='The Missouri Compromise'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-113977378226885716</id><published>2006-02-12T13:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T13:52:41.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Bitch!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1757/1600/sm-fracas1_t600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7633/1757/320/sm-fracas1_t600.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-113977378226885716?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/113977378226885716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=113977378226885716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/113977378226885716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/113977378226885716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/02/bitch.html' title='&quot;Bitch!&quot;'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-113977342979492532</id><published>2006-02-12T13:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T13:43:49.850-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A little much</title><content type='html'>I think my previous posts have been too harsh on law students.  I don't want to come off as this bitter person who hates everyone at law school.  I still stand by what I say but it is a small minority of people who give the whole group a bad name.  Probably around ten or so people that just make you want to throw your car keys at the back of their heads when they start speaking up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-113977342979492532?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/113977342979492532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=113977342979492532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/113977342979492532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/113977342979492532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/02/little-much.html' title='A little much'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-113949758410561380</id><published>2006-02-09T09:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T09:42:27.476-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All Dressed Up and Nowhere to Go</title><content type='html'>I'll never understand the people who feel like they have to dress to kill every day for law school. They wear a suit or business casual just for a day of school. I love seeing people looking their finest while carrying around the same backpack they used back in high school.  Don't they understand they are living their last days to wear jeans and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;have to dress up on a regular basis?  I think this is another case in point about some people at law school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-113949758410561380?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/113949758410561380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=113949758410561380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/113949758410561380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/113949758410561380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/02/all-dressed-up-and-nowhere-to-go.html' title='All Dressed Up and Nowhere to Go'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-113938178862813475</id><published>2006-02-08T00:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T10:33:00.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rising high</title><content type='html'>If my criminal procedure prof. pulls her pants up any higher, she won't need to wear a shirt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-113938178862813475?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/113938178862813475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=113938178862813475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/113938178862813475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/113938178862813475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/02/rising-high.html' title='Rising high'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-113935466595304393</id><published>2006-02-07T17:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T17:28:39.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gut Check</title><content type='html'>I'm sending out my resume to a lot of different places right now. The types of jobs I have applied for pretty much fall into two categories: 1.) Medium-large size law firms 2.) Government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what route I want to take. I think I want the firm route in the long run but government right now. I have applied to several firms in the city where I am originally from and for several government positions in Washington, DC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest downside to the firms I am looking at is that I really don't want to live at home. I know this is pretty much the only alternative if I choose this route because I will still be paying rent on my apartment from law school and with my family being from there, it would be hard to  justify not living at home if I do choose that route. Plus, I would be making good money at the firm and not paying additional rent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The government positions are unpaid and I would have to get a new place in DC, on top of the rent I still have to pay on my current place. I go to a more regional law school though, and if I don't get my foot in the door on working in DC now, the opportunity might not be there in the future. I am also beside myself excited to live and work in Washington. It is my favorite U.S. city, by far. I have government work experience from internships in college but I need to pursue legal ones to keep that capital I have built since college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should also say that I am just now being selected for interviews. I don't have anything locked up yet. But if I had all options on the table it would look like either 1.)Live at home and make a bunch of money possibly being misrable but getting law firm experience or 2.)Live in DC, make no money, eat rent on an additional place, make great contacts and get my foot in the door for a future DC job, and love my living situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-113935466595304393?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/113935466595304393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=113935466595304393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/113935466595304393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/113935466595304393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/02/gut-check.html' title='Gut Check'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-113920308686877063</id><published>2006-02-05T22:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T23:22:47.783-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz Show</title><content type='html'>My ex-girlfriend and I used to do these things.  They're kinda fun.  Anything to put off studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, and find line 4.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"should usually be required to have probable cause before they conduct searches."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. What is the last thing you watched on TV?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Without looking, guess what time it is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:42&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Now look at the clock. What is the actual time?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:56&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. When did you last step outside? What were you doing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour ago.  To get my ipod from my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Before you started this survey, what did you look at?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures with friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. What are you wearing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown half zip sweater, jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Did you dream last night?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. When did you last laugh?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably about 45 minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. What is on the walls of the room you are in?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My college degrees, picture of me with the President and Vice President, Soviet style art I got in Russia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. Seen anything weird lately?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emerald Nuts commercial during the super bowl.  Pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. What do you think of this quiz?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. What is the last film you saw?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16. If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posh apartments in Manhattan and Washington, DC and travel the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;17. Tell me something about you that I don't know.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Russell Crowe movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;18. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know....More zoos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;19. Do you like to dance?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;20. George Bush:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is a great President.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;21. Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tegan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;22. Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;23. Would you ever consider living abroad?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;24. What do you want God to say to you when you reach the pearly gates?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey buddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;25. 4 people who must also do this meme in THEIR journal:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;current mood:&lt;/b&gt; a little depressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;current music:&lt;/b&gt; Imogen Heap - Speak For Yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-113920308686877063?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/113920308686877063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=113920308686877063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/113920308686877063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/113920308686877063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/02/quiz-show.html' title='Quiz Show'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-113917291078468457</id><published>2006-02-05T14:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T12:45:39.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Always Be Closing</title><content type='html'>I need to get better. The city I live in has a frightfully poor female scene. Most girls here fit into one, or often times all, of these categories: 1.) Fat, 2.) Have kids, 3.) Uneducated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being the case, I went out of town last night to hang out with a college buddy. The plan was to stop at a friends house and then hit the bars. The plan didn't quite play through. There were a group of amazing girls from Greece and Turkey at the party. I talked with a couple of them for a short time, but then the shy part in me came out and I could not close the deal. I need to be a better closer. Because most bars in the city I live in are NASCAR themed, I think being more aggressive on going for a girl is the only way to make something happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABC's:  Always Be Closing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-113917291078468457?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/113917291078468457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=113917291078468457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/113917291078468457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/113917291078468457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/02/always-be-closing.html' title='Always Be Closing'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18059243.post-113908596200668723</id><published>2006-02-04T14:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T14:46:02.006-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Night TV</title><content type='html'>A little TV before going to bed is nice. I usually ending up watching one of the 24 hour news channels like FNC or CNN. I usually get a kick out of the wide range of commercials they show. But there is one in particular I have really come to enjoy because it really makes me wonder about this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the Oreck Vacuum pitched by David Oreck. He seems like this really nice guy in the commercials. Like it actually has me tricked that this is a really genuine guy who really wants to help me out with his vacuum. He'll even pay to have it shipped back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've learned to be wary of such people. When I was a kid there were these carpet commercials where the guy always had his appropriately named dog Ruggles beside him. I always thought what a nice guy he seemed like in the commercials. But then my dad told me one day that he was a real dick. He didn't use those words, but that was the gist of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18059243-113908596200668723?l=pocketpart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/feeds/113908596200668723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18059243&amp;postID=113908596200668723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/113908596200668723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18059243/posts/default/113908596200668723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocketpart.blogspot.com/2006/02/late-night-tv.html' title='Late Night TV'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12213583487745236863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0317/csmimg/p14a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
