This is Fucking Bullshit

I have to pay $85 to be a part of the clinic class.

Let me put this into perspective for some of you out there.

I pay over $12,000 a semester to attend my school.

Clinic provides free legal help to the poor.

I'm the free legal help.

I have to pay an addition $85 to provide free legal help to the poor.

What the fuck is that all about?

Update

So with a heavy feeling burning in my gut, I decided to email Crush's sister, who is also his roommate. I laid things out in a very straight-forward, no-nonsense type of way. I got back just what I was expecting.

She feels he is afraid of getting into a commitment right now and is enjoying single life. Ok, I'm totally not getting involved with this. What comes to mind? Ex.

She stipulates it's only her observation, but her observation confirmed what my intuition was telling me. I learned from previous relationships. Go with the gut. It knows best.

I just have enough of guys. What is so scary about dating someone? Just because you date does not equal forever. Anyway, it's cured my burning desire for a call.

School starts tomorrow, and I can start with a focused mind now.

The Waiting Game

I'm not going to call...

I'm just going to wait for him to do it.

I'm sure he likes me now. I have my reasons for knowing this.

I saw him last night. I'm aware of these calling rules: a two day wait. It doesn't mean I have to like it.

I hate waiting.

Oh, and One More Thing

I think I mentioned this in a previous post (2 ago) but I want to clarify. They guy who was hitting on me, while standing too close, is not the same guy as Poker Guy. He was just Stand Around Giving Weird Compliments And Touching Me And Standing Too Close In My Personal Space Guy. I don't plan on talking to him much.

To be updated on the sudden influx of guy attention in my life, please refer to the previous to posts as well. I just want you to be updated.

OH MY GOD!

There is absolutely NO ONE around when I need them.

This OTHER guy from Saturday night just called me to invite me to play poker with him and some of his friends tonight. (I have plans to have dinner with a very cool friend I have not seen all summer, so I can't go.)

That's not a big deal. I can hear you saying this already.

Then he told me to give him a call to go get coffee sometime this week if I have time!

OH MY GOD! I so didn't give him my number for that reason. I totally gave it to him because he asked for it to be involved in our poker games.

Ok, writing that out, I see now he really didn't need my phone number for me to inform him of poker games. Besides the point.

OH MY GOD! I can't believe this. I totally didn't even talk to him Saturday night. I spent the entire time talking to guy from previous post, IN FRONT OF GUY FROM THIS POST!

Ok, sorry for the number of capital letters. I'm in a state of silent yelling in my cubicle. And I really need to come up with nom de plumes for these guys. Ok, we'll call the guy from this post Poker Guy and previous post will probably just be known as the New Crush, or Crush for short.

OH MY GOD!

So There's This Guy...

... and I think he just might like me. Here are some clues I've picked up on:

1. He noticed how close a this guy (who was trying to pick me up with cheesy lines) was to me at a party, even imitating it at one point.
2. When sitting next to me at a bar, he sat sideways on the chair to face me instead of the bar.
3. When I said I was hungry, he said he was too and then proceeded to buy a large pizza for the two of us.
4. I saw the video poker machines and indicated a desire to play them. Then, we spent his last 12 dollars, winning only one hand.
5. He never played pool all night. Instead, he eventually moved into the seat right next to me, and we talked the entire night.
6. He asked why he hadn't seen me the last few times the group went out. When I told him I was in LA and his sister (through whom I know him) was out of town, he asked why I didn't just call him. (Then I proceeded to tell him I didn't have his number and failed to do anything more about it.)

The kicker about number six: we've only hung out once before. And it was at a very loud and crowded bar.

How do I feel about it? I really like him. He should be coming over Thursday to play poker... Hopefully.

I'll keep you posted.

The Village

Please read no further if you have not seen the movie. I will not be accused of ruining things for anyone.

I have questions now that I have seen the movie. First of all, why didn't they bring more medicine with them? I would think that if you're going to seclude yourself in the woods, even if you were pretending you were living in the 1890s, you would still take some nice, helpful medicine with you. Not just some. A LOT.

Anyway, the big questions I have are: 1. How fair was it to do that to those kids? They will never know all the nice things like Europe and all that. It's one thing for the parents to leave the modern world for a safer life, but the kids never had a choice. I don't think that's very fair.

Second, would you be willing to do that (and if so, how far back would you go)? I don't think I'd be willing to go back that far and pretend the last 100 years didn't occur. I like computers and technology. It's obvious from the need I have to post most of my thoughts online. I also don't think the 1890s were that much better. There might be less obsession with owning things, but all in all, I think the 20s were pretty nice. What's wrong with only going back 90 years?

And I guess I should have seen it coming that it wasn't really 1897 because women had a good bit of power... I don't think there were any places then that gave women that much power to be one of the governing people of the town. Just a thought.

All in all, the reason I liked the movie as much as I did was because I liked the way the story of Lucius and Ivy was told. First with nonverbal communication then culminating with the words that confirm all their actions. It's been a while since I really liked a love story.

Cover Letters, Clogged Drains, and Clean Clothes

Twenty minutes ago I was tired of writing cover letters. (I have write 2 so far. I need 5 by the 27th, but by the 10th of September I will need a total of 17. Ugh.) I decided to check on my clogged drain. Because my lovely friend from San Antonio will be visiting this weekend, I decided it was time to unclog the drain and clean the bathtub.

Somewhere between realizing the Liquid Plumr made the tub cleaner than it had been all year and being on my knees scrubbing off the soap scum, I realized I would rather be writing cover letters.

Then while I was flushing the drain with hot water, my dryer buzzed. A sign the clothes are ready to be folded. I think I hate folding clothes more than the clogged drain.

Anyway, I've finished those two chores and am about to get started on cover letter 3. BR might be getting an email tonight...

French Kiss

I really love that movie. It's one of my favorites.

It's just one of those feel-good movies set in beautiful France. What more could you want? Well, that's really all I want at the end of a day.

I spent most of my day reading... I read more of the A Series of Unfortunate Events books. I've read all the published ones. The next one comes out in September.

I read my latest issue of Consumer Reports. I love that magazine.

I even read a few essays in the Buffy book I have listed on the side. ==> Really interesting. Although I have to say that too many of the essayists criticize the final season. I actually liked it.

So, at the end of the day, I decided to watch a movie before going to bed. I actually selected the movie to watch last night, but I fell asleep reading. Tonight I stopped reading to watch the movie.

I think it was because I couldn't believe that the weekend was over already. I think this might have been my first 2-day weekend all summer. I went into work for no reason on Friday (because someone failed to mention to me that the meeting I went to work to attend was cancelled). Then I left the Kerry rally early because it was bullshit. It's really hard to stand around outside at a rally trying to get people to sign up to volunteer when you really don't feel that strongly for the candidate.

Anyway, Saturday and Sunday flew by. French Kiss always takes me away. Even though I've never been to south France, I've always wanted to go. It's so beautiful. At least it looks that way. They are in Paris for a while in the movie, and I actually have been there. It's quite fun to watch a movie and say, "I've been there!" over and over again, but I know I have to do this in the privacy of my room, away from others because it becomes quite annoying.

Wow, I just wrote a really long sentence that wasn't really a run-on. I think that's my sign to go to bed.

Bon soir! A bientot!

What's Disturbing?

Levitra. Especially the commercial for it.

Apparently Levitra is only for people who are capable of the physical activity.

Also, if the erection last more than 4 hours, it's time to call your doctor.

This commercial disturbs me for a couple of reasons:
1. It's ok to have sex as long as you're not too old and won't have a heart attack.
2. That means these men who are not old or at risk for a heart attack have trouble having sex.

I'm thinking that there is something else that is causing this problem if you don't fit into the first category. I don't think Levitra is your answer. I'm thinking Levitra is used by old men who will probably keel over just by getting the erection.

Oh, and I'm thinking after a couple of hours, there should be some alarm... And what are you going to tell the doctor?

FYI -- (from the web site)

LEVITRA may be able to help you get and keep a quality erection, so that you can make the most of each sexual experience. You may notice improvements in both erection hardness and your ability to maintain your erection during sex.

Of course, LEVITRA alone will not give you an erection. You'll need sexual stimulation for an erection to happen. After you're finished having sex, blood flow to the penis should decrease and your erection should go away.

[Thanks for that...]

Grocery Store Pick-up Joint?

I went grocery shopping today. (Much needed because I had nothing to eat at the apartment... Or so I thought until I put my groceries away. That's when I found out I had a TV dinner left over. )

Anyway, while I was at the grocery store, a guy tried to pick me up after he picked up his Easy Cheese. Ugh. Strangely, when he did so, all the blood rushed to my head. I struggled to think of the right answer to, "You're beautiful. Are you single?"

Mostly I paused because he reminded me of the guy from the jeep. While I tried to figure out if it was the same guy, I couldn't remember the right answer to get him away. Finally I stumbled out the word, "No," but the rest of my shopping trip was messed up. I spent the rest of my time flustered and trying to get the blood to move down from my face.

I related this story to my mother who then made me uncomfortable when she suggested he might be stalking me because he's appeared in two places I've been before. While I'm not sure how likely this is, I am a little spooked by it. Now I have to watch out for a white jeep and and a guy trying to pick me up.

Long Time Gone

I went home to Louisiana (as many other people have been or will be doing). I woke up at 5:45 am to get the 7 am flight... Central time. I got to PDX at noon. I was at work by 2. It's hot and I have no air conditioning. Plus, there are workers who are actually on my patio with scaffolding banging on my walls. Work is air conditioned and quiet.

Aside: I just ordered a Thai appetizer. It comes with 5 different types of fried goodies. I hope it's enough to feed me. I'm pretty hungry. I'm trying to order sensibly, though...

Ok, so obviously I'm back now because there would be no Thai appetizers in LA. I had an overall good time. At first it was shitty, shitty, shitty because of family drama, but after that all went away, a good time was had by all.

I spent a large portion of my time watching Six Feet Under: The Complete First Season with my mom and my brother. I really enjoyed the show. There were a few uncomfortable moments, especially with all the sex (straight and gay). There are some things that just aren't normal to share with your mom and younger brother, but we all got through it. It's a really interesting show and I wish I wasn't 530th in line for the 2nd season. My mom has Netflix, so she already has the first disc of the second season at her house.

My mom and I didn't shop much this time. I did get new sheets, which I have included pictures of at the end of this post. Other than that, I got a dress shirt, a sleep shirt, and a skirt. Not too much, but I really didn't have the room.

I did go to the mall a bit, but there really wasn't much. Since I hit the Nordstrom Anniversary Sale before I went home, I didn't have a burning desire to buy much more. Especially because LA isn't the center of fashion. On a good day, I can get a hold of a few classic pieces that I can meld into my wardrobe, but for the most part, trends take about 2 years to reach LA, sometimes longer (like Nalgene bottles with bumper stickers to personalize).

I like being home with my family, but I'm not so much a fan of my home town. It's dying a slow and horrible death. Nothing is new in it and everything that is old looks and smells it. A Subway is coming, but I predict 2 months before closing. There are three chain fast food restaurants: McDonald's, Pop-eye's, and Sonic. I only go to Sonic because there aren't any around here. The other two I can do without. There is one local fast food restaurant, but it has really weird hours, like 10-1 and 3-6 every day except Thursday where they only open from 1-3. Or something like that.

All the nice sit down restaurants close within months, except the old staple that has been around for decades, but the service staff argues with you about why they're right to not sit you until after they let everyone pays, even the people who showed up to pay after you have been waiting to be seated. It's an awful situation.

Breaux Bridge, on the other hand, has a bit more vitality because the interstate runs right through it. All it is though is an interstate town. ALL the restaurants are chains and the landscape is littered with gas stations and truck stops. There is the occasional tin building filled with video poker, but there isn't more than that.

My family also spent a good bit of time at our camp. In other words, I have red splotches all over my legs where the mosquitoes bit me. One even bit me on my chin.

I'm hungry, and I'm sure my Thai is read now. I'm going to go because I've just been complaining for the last 20 paragraphs. I'll get my food and watch a violent movie. Sounds like a good end to a long day.


Stripes without the comforter!


Stripes under cover. (Ooh, is that a good name for my girl band?)