"Snuck up on a guy..."

"Snuck up on a guy; shot him in the head with a shotgun." Ryan just turned to me from his game of Half-Life 2 and proudly announced his accomplishment. It feels like a fish-smelling cat just brought me the dead body of a baby bird.. covered in maggots of love.

I should be studying. I should be flash-carding. I should be reading over this outline I just co-opted from some guy named "Mudd," but I'm doing nothing. I have my CrunchTime, my Nutshell, my case book, my FRCP, my laptop.. all laid out around me. I'm paralyzed. All I want is to make a vodka/fruity lady drink and go to sleep. I want to read another Lorrie Moore short story and dream of having the balls and gusto to be a fiction writer. I want it to be December 15th, so I don't have to worry about this bullshit for another month.

Ryan's parents came in to town tonight and took us out for dinner at Addison's. I had a slice of Milky Way Pie for dessert. It was like heaven. It made me cream a little bit (in my jeans). Get this... the mousse actually tasted like NOUGAT!!! IT REALLY DID!! Also, the best TV shows were on tonight and I was magically able to watch them all (Mostly because there was very little studying going on). Simpsons was brilliant. Arrested Development made me laugh so hard that I stopped breathing. Tom Goes to the Mayor impressed me. Sealab was good as well.. but Sharko makes me uneasy. Why is there a Sharko without Marco? How can Erik Estrada turn his back on Sealab, only to leave the show with a half-shark/half-man offspring to take his place? Why does God spite me like this?

If I was a VJ on Total Request Live, my VJ name would be "Slagatha Cincinnati Hotplate."

Holla Slagatha!! Much love to my boys in B2K. Y'all inspire me to reach for the stars. Okay, time for the newest bomb dropped by the cast of Laguna Beach... Steven gave my girl LC a case of the CLIZ-AP!! Holla Gonorrhea!

Friendster is hopping with Law School people leaving obscene phone messages on everyone's answering machine. The delicate structure of our 1L class has finally collapsed in a orgy of awesome testimonials and body shots.

Holla Battlecat,
Holla Dr. Baby,
Holla Slagatha Cincinnati Hotplate,
Holla Mother Mink.