Am I ready?

I am apprehensive.

I am wishful.

I am nostalgic.

I am regretful.

I am me. So what's new?

Its a strange feeling to have. I have one final tomorrow, I don't graduate until Friday, and yet I still have a 40 page paper to do by next Monday.

Blazer commentators on NBA TV are the worst ever!

Dear NBA TV,

Please replace whoever it is that is manning the broadcast booth when the Blazers are playing at home against the Rockets. These commentators are absolute homers. They frame their game 1 loss against the Rockets as "expected" because the Blazers are a young team. They also framed their losses in games 3 and 4 as "so close" that the blazers only lost by a combined four points. What. The. Fuck.

Ok. I don't give a crap if your team is young or not. You, having home court, are "expected" to win at home. No ifs, ands or buts. Don't try and minimize your loss on the Blazers' youth. You had home court. The fans were cheering for you. The Rockets were playing MINUS McGrady. You have Brandon Roy. And yet, the commentators still found a way to minimze the loss and blame it on youth. And framing your loses in games 3 and 4 as "so close" that you can feel the Blazers turning it around is absolutely stupid. In the playoffs, losing is losing. There are no moral victories. You lose, you go home.

These commentators are absolute homers. Whenever a Blazer hits a shot, the commentators yell and scream and say "yessss!" as if a fan is commentating for the game. They don't analyze the game at all. Instead, they cheer their team, bad mouth the opposing team, and sound just like any fan in the arena. More than the idiotic things that these commentators say is that they yell A LOT. I have never heard commentators yell so much for their team. It got so bad that at one point I decided to hit the mute button.

If you don't believe me, just google Portland Trailblazers commentators and you'll get a slew of hits about how bad these commentators are. Please, do everyone a favor and fire these clowns.


*Note, I am not a Rockets fan. I just like to watch playoff ball and because of the Blazers commentators, I am seriously considering watching something else.

Edit: Now I know who they are! Rick Kamla and Steve Smith. Please, fire these guys.

Can you be both thrilled and ashamed at the same time?

2009 328i coupe

Three liter inline six with 230 horsepower

Steptronic transmission

Space Gray Metallic exterior

Black Dakota leather

Gray Poplar wood trim

Premium Package

Sport Package

(Picture(s) to come soon)

Hotness increase

So my judicial externship ended last Friday and I am now spending my time at the law school, writing my final paper. I can't help but notice, however, that the 1L girls are so much hotter than when I was a 1L. In fact, the 1L girls this year are by far hotter than the girls in my class or the 2Ls right now. 

And for those of you who think its an age thing, that by virtue of me being older, I assign more "points" to these younger 1Ls, you're wrong. I am probably younger than half of the 1L class, considering that I am about as old as the average entering 1L class. Also, I am not grading on a handicapped scale. These 1Ls are hot, regardless of whether they are law students or not. 

With the bad economy and souring job market for legal professionals, this is truly a horrible time to graduate. It is just an extra kick in the nuts when you realize that all the hot girls entered law school two years too late. 

Clearly their system of government is superior to ours

True or not, it's still good fodder: Putin secretly divorces wife; marries one of Russia's sexiest women?

The transformation is complete. The pigs have really turned into humans. However, I am biased towards the white mares...

/Am I being too obscure with the references?

//Do you even care after seeing the picture?

My own stupidity gets me where I am

I lost my flash drive. I lost it the Wednesday before spring break. It contained things I could care less losing but it also contained some very sensitive data. I have pictures...less than flattering pictures of myself working a charity event. Trust me when I say that the charity event was designed in a way to result in unflattering pictures. I also have unclassified versions of my open letter and other personal documents and effects. I'm angry at myself for losing my flash drive. 

However, I'm very angry at myself for HOW I lost my flash drive. It was around 11 pm that night, I got a twinge that I absolutely needed to go to the gym and nothing would stop me. Actually, to be honest, that twinge was more me thinking about things I shouldn't. I wasn't thinking when I grabbed my keys and ID because I had also accidently grabbed my flash drive. From my apartment, I sprinted up a steep hill; breathing in the cold air; lungs gasping for a time out; and my eyes watering up as the wind crashed against my face. Within 5 minutes I was nearly at the gym when I realized I had my flash drive with me. It didn't matter, I barged into the gym like a man on a mission (I was) and decided to set a new personal best at the bench press. 

210 pounds. I decided to set personal bests for my abs, my biceps, my shoulders, my pull ups, anything and everything I could get my hands on. That night was really a blur, however I do remember that I felt extremely sick by the end of my workout. By the time I finished, I believe I still had my flash drive. But sometime between the end of my workout and when I walked home was when I lost it.

I'm angry at myself. Had I not resorted to thinking about things I shouldn't have, had I not decided to read about a life that has long decided it didn't care about me, I probably wouldn't have gone to the gym that night and then would not have lost my flash drive. I place the blame squarely on my shoulders. I should have known better. 

A few nights ago I dreamt that someone found my flash drive. But instead of doing the right thing and returning it to me, they decided to mass produce every embarrassing document and photo in that flash drive and post it for all at the law school and the university at large. The thought of my life, my weaknesses, my flaws and my deviancies being exposed scares me. You can have my flash drive, just delete the data and spare me your cruelty! 

But in a way, my fears have prompted me to live an even more narrowly focused life. I have found myself to be more accommodating than usual, more generous than usual, more compassionate and empathetic than usual. I have also found myself to be more erratic than usual. Is this how I react when my life can be destroyed by one person? I hope somebody somewhere is compassionate enough to do the right thing. I hope there is some power out there that will look over and protect me. At the very least, I hope that I can get through this with my reputation intact. This is a general sorry to society. I should be a better person and I am working on being a better person.

Loyal dogs

So I came across an article on the web describing Hachiko, the loyal Akita who waited for 10 years for his owner to return. It is a great story and I urge everyone to read it for it is very touching. The article also referenced Futurama and Fry's dog, Seymour. Now, I am a casual Futurama fan so I did not understand this reference. But after reading up on it and watching a few clips of the episode on the internet, I can see why the author referenced Fry's dog.

It's kinda funny how sometimes a "lower being" actually displays valued characteristics that "higher beings" fail to live by sometimes. Anyways, if you are not touched by the story about Hachiko, perhaps an actual clip from the Futurama episode will do the trick.

Hold on there stranger!

"America has lost its sense of values. Fifty years ago, during my parents time, people used to be proud to call themselves an American. People today seem to be more interested in themselves and their well-being than in the greater good, the rule of law, or any sense of morality. We've lost our way."

That was paraphrased from an old man I met early last week. But let me paint a picture for you and have you tell me if you think he was full of it or really a just and noble individual.

Wednesday:
I was browsing around the local school computer store, looking at the various computers they had on display. I noticed this old man talking to a sales associate about computers and which applications he could use to enhance his productivity. I noticed him because (1) the old man was somewhat loud; (2) he was definitely older than the average age of the school computer store's clientèle; and (3) he wore all white. Look, its strange for anyone to wear all white, makes you look like you just escaped from an asylum.

Well, because the store had no other sales associate, I waited for the old man to finish his discussion with the current sales associate. Old man talked about Steve Jobs and the stock backdating scandal, computers in general, yada yada yada, all the while I am patiently waiting for an opportunity to be assisted. Old man eventually noticed I was waiting by and brought me into his conversation too. 

Finally, I had an opportunity to tell the sales associate that I had a problem with my computer. I explained my problem, detailed what I was doing when the problems occurred and detailed the steps I have taken to diagnose and rule out certain causes of my computer problem. I noted that I had a tight budget and did not want to spend a great deal of money.

The sales associate said to come back whenever I am free and they would spend a day looking over my computer. I thought about it and thanked the associate for his help and began to be off on my way. It was at this point that the old man stopped me and told me that if I was interested that he could supply me with an extra copy of a new operating system for my computer.

Me: Really? How much do you want for it?
Him: I said 'give' didn't I? ::winks:: I was a poor college student at one point too so I know how it is.
Me: Oh, well. Thanks. I really appreciate your generosity.
Him: Think nothing of it! Here's my card. Call me anytime and we can set up a date where I can give you a copy of the operating system.
Me: ::Reads card:: Thanks [insert name of old guy]. It was nice meeting you and I will definitely give you a call.

Friday:
Fast forward to Friday of that week. We meet in a restaurant and he pulls out a copy of the operating system. So far everything looks legit. He gives me the cd, but instead of letting me keep it, he asks that I burn a copy of the cd onto my hard drive and then later boot up the disk from my hard drive. Interesting. Not necessarily the "extra" copy that he had mentioned earlier.

However, I did burn the disk onto my hard drive. While the cd was being ripped, the old man ordered some food and we talked some more about politics, what he was doing later that day, my job interview earlier in the day and so forth.

I told him about California's recent tailpipe emissions initiative that was blocked by the EPA and how even attorneys at the EPA, in internal memos, concluded that the EPA would lose in any court battle with the State of California. The old man got on his soapbox and said "well, that's great and all but California cannot be trusted with that sort of power."

He talked about the tax that California imposed on purchases of out of state cars and how that was wrong. To treat an individual differently because he bought a virtually identical car out of state as opposed to in state was a pure and simple money grab in his view. That it was noble for two young attorneys to convince their partners to bring a class action lawsuit against California and win. And throughout all of this, he emphasized that the attorneys won $42 million dollars for this class action. I just smiled and let him do his talking.

He went on to talk about computer software and casually asked if I could buy him this piece of software with my student discount. The old man knew exactly how much the software was going to cost and gave me exactly that much in cash. Clearly this guy's "generosity" was premeditated. His plan all along was to allow me to burn a copy of his operating system and in exchange, I would use my student discount to get him software at a cheaper price. My suspicion that this old guy was not as ethical as what he tried to make himself out to be was reinforced when we went up to the counter of the restaurant and had the audacity to claim that his cup of soda had a small hole in it and so he wanted a quick refill.  Bull. Shit. 

So not only was this guy proclaiming the virtues of lawyers getting $42 million from a class action lawsuit and not really giving me a copy of the operating system he had promised but he is also a stingy liar.

So, what do you guys think? Honest, good old man or chintzy sleaze-bag? To me, the moral of the story is clear: Never trust anyone over the age of 30. 

Squibs of the Day: 03.09.08

* Apparently, even more 1Ls than I thought know who I am. The one downside to everyone knowing who you are but not knowing you is that they call you by your first and last name. It's like seeing a celebrity on the street: "look, it's Diane Keaton" or "hey, isn't that Tom Cruise?" At least these 1Ls hosted a nice party. 

* I am way behind in my studying. 

* I might have a job lined up. Whatever, I'll just go with the flow and see where it takes me. 

* This morning, seeing two ants - the only two ants in the area - crawling in opposite directions, slowly growing further and further apart until it is most likely the case that they will never cross paths again. Just some food for thought and maybe somewhat interesting. 

How to Hire a Woman [In 1943]

1. Pick young married women. They usually have more of a sense of responsibility than their unmarried sisters, they’re less likely to be flirtatious, they need the work or they wouldn’t be doing it, they still have the pep and interest to work hard and to deal with the public efficiently.

"Unmarried sisters...less likely to be fliratious..." Somebody hasn't seen Cheaters yet.

2. When you have to use older women, try to get ones who have worked outside the home at some time in their lives. Older women who have never contacted the public have a hard time adapting themselves and are inclined to be cantankerous and fussy. It’s always well to impress upon older women the importance of friendliness and courtesy.

That's a half-truth. Women are always capable of being "cantankerous and fussy," regardless of age.

3. General experience indicates that “husky” girls - those who are just a little on the heavy side - are more even tempered and efficient than their underweight sisters.

Big girls need lovin too.

4. Retain a physician to give each woman you hire a special physical examination - one covering female conditions. This step not only protects the property against the possibilities of lawsuit, but reveals whether the employee-to-be has any female weaknesses which would make her mentally or physically unfit for the job.

If this doesn't get employers to support universal health care, then I don't know what will.

5. Stress at the outset the importance of time the fact that a minute or two lost here and there makes serious inroads on schedules. Until this point is gotten across, service is likely to be slowed up.

Shit, every minute is important? I've just spent the last five minutes writing this crap. Think how long a woman would take!

6. Give the female employee a definite day-long schedule of duties so that they’ll keep busy without bothering the management for instructions every few minutes. Numerous properties say that women make excellent workers when they have their jobs cut out for them, but that they lack initiative in finding work themselves.

Give'm a quick pat on the butt too. "Numerous properties say that women make excellent workers when they" get such a reward for a hard day's work.

7. Whenever possible, let the inside employee change from one job to another at some time during the day. Women are inclined to be less nervous and happier with change.

I really don't get this one. Sorry, no snarky comment here.

8. Give every girl an adequate number of rest periods during the day. You have to make some allowances for feminine psychology. A girl has more confidence and is more efficient if she can keep her hair tidied, apply fresh lipstick and wash her hands several times a day.

Who wouldn't be more confident and efficient if they can keep their hair tidied, apply fresh lipstick and wash their hands several times a day? FABULOUS!

9. Be tactful when issuing instructions or in making criticisms. Women are often sensitive; they can’t shrug off harsh words the way men do. Never ridicule a woman - it breaks her spirit and cuts off her efficiency.

True. Guys, I'm not kidding when I say this is true. Take number 9 to heart. It's for your own good.

10. Be reasonably considerate about using strong language around women. Even though a girl’s husband or father may swear vociferously, she’ll grow to dislike a place of business where she hears too much of this.

We have equality nowadays. Women on my campus cuss as much or more than their male counterparts. In fact, a large proportion of the student body cannot seem to refrain from cussing. It's as if every other word is a cuss word. Stay classy University of ......!

11. Get enough size variety in operator’s uniforms so that each girl can have a proper fit. This point can’t be stressed too much in keeping women happy.

No! Don't do that! I seem to get better results when dating emotionally crippled women -_-

Source: iheartchaos

However, THIS is female employment! ^_^

Modes of Destruction

So yesterday, after (1) working in the library till 10:30 and seeing my reflection in the window and (2) nearly getting run over by a car speeding down a street at 60 mph while in the rain (at least the girls were the cute sorority type and gave the "I'm sorry" hand gesture), I should change things up (or destroy myself). 

* Picked up smoking. Put down smoking after three puffs. 

* Started drinking. Puked 4 hours later. But because I picked a drink with a low alcohol content, I only puked once and only suffered minimal itchiness. 

* Seriously considered the stripper pole while at that club. Minus 20 law school reputation points =P

* WANT! I feel like I should spend liberally. Spend, spend SPEND! 

* Had a passing thought about quitting law school. We'll see after this summer. Credit rating destroyed!

* Thinking about growing my hair out a bit. Just the top part of my head while keeping everything else trim. Don't know how to really describe it. 

* Putting the workouts into overdrive. I've been stagnating. Plus I need to make up for all the self-destruction I will be doing. Really focusing on the abs now. Overall, I'm 35% there. Whatever, "there" may be. 

* Perhaps some dark framed glasses to go along with the longer hair. I'll be emo-ing in law school (wow, I wrote this and I thought I saw elmo-ing in law school. Weird).  

Update (02.25.08 @ 10:45 PM):  Ok, yea. A lot of those things up there really show how screwed up I am. But it's just something I'm going through. Maybe the hair will work out through, no? 

Valentine's Day

Not really in honor of the day because it's been commercialized to hell, but here is some grade school romance for everyone. It's a little trip down memory lane if you will. Happy Valentine's day. 

Update (12:57 AM): While walking back home after my routine workout, I walked past this fobby Asian couple...well, maybe not fobby but, chic fobby (if that even makes sense) Asian couple having what was obviously a late night Valentine's day dinner on the lawn of my university. Take-out dinner and wine. Good times. 

Reaching Out

I wish I can reach out to you. Although you may have thought otherwise, there are people out there that have sensed how you've felt for a long time now. I've sensed how you've felt for a long time now and can relate to how you feel. It's not just you that feels this way, but I cannot tell you that. It's not within my power to reach out to you anymore. It hurts so much to know that you've been hurting for so long and yet I am powerless to do anything about it. 

I will try and write my last Missteps in Life entry later. I am tired of how I feel and now, knowing that one of my concerns for you has materialized has made whatever I have felt for the last year trivial compared to how powerless I feel now. 

Wife Admits to an Unloving Marriage. After Reading the Article, You'll Sympathize With the Husband

The lady to your right is the lady in question. No, I am not being a misogynist, read the article and judge for yourself. Here's a snippet:

For me, the sense of being special to Hal faded away just as it did with previous boyfriends. I became obsessed with agony columns, poring over letters talking of boring marriages and the temptation of affairs and willing just one agony aunt to advise someone to run off with a lover.

I think I see a pattern here. She falls head over heals for whoever is the lust of the moment. After some time, her feelings fade away and she seeks out that same feeling that she got at the beginning of all her relationships. However, leaving her husband will do her no good. She'll find another man, fall head over heals for him, but sooner or later those feelings will fade away again and she'll be back to square one all over again.

It really is selfish of her to be concerned with only how she feels. What about how her husband feels? It may not even be the sex perhaps but the husband should still deserve some emotional companionship, dare I say love? According to her, he has been a "good man, a great dad." Shouldn't at the very least she treat him with respect rather than carrying on relationships with other men?

Now I'm a fairly young guy but I assume that most relationships do in fact "fade out." However, are there not other bonds that keep relationships together, that keep the love strong? I would think your initial physical attraction may fade somewhat but that is replaced with feelings of love and affection, among many feelings.

Keeping a relationship together may be a very difficult thing to do. But the effort and love that is put into it could make it a very rewarding endeavor. Good relationships have their peaks and valleys. The effort should be put into the valleys; the peaks take care of themselves. If you put the effort into doing what will make your partner happy, including the communication necessary to find out what that truly is, then the returns will speak for themselves. Love is never wasted.

My Top 5

1. Melissa Theuriau. Head and shoulders above the rest. Mademoiselle Theuriau is beautiful, smart, classy, and is the gold standard among newscasters. 

2. Emmy Rossum. Actress, singer, cute. She's got a great smile and seems really down to earth. 

3. Eva Green. Can't go wrong with a Bond Girl right? She's a good actress and there's just something about her sultry looks that's very striking. Maybe its because I have a soft spot for goth girls but Eva Green's fashion is very gothic-esk.

4. Natalie Glebova. Miss Universe 2005, need I say more? Well, I will say more because she is more than just Miss Universe 2005. She can play the piano, has promoted charitable causes worldwide, and I can't fault her for liking Tennis. 

  

5. Julianne Hough. What's not to like? She's talented, vivacious, and always has a great smile. C'mon, she's a fellow milk connoisseur too! 

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Honorable Mention

Yoon Eun Hye. She cute, funny, and energetic. Her role in Goong was perfectly played and was really adorable. However, minus points considering every Korean actress gets plastic surgery and the fact that she is a little too thin. Girls with some meat on their bones = ^_^

Cat Tien. Ok, so she's talented, got a great smile, and she's got meat on her bones, so why isn't she in my Top 5? I could have sworn she got a slight nose job (but I am not sure so don't quote me on this) and well...she's got a passing resemblance to my aunt. Just barely but still enough for me to think twice. 

Belle from Beauty and the Beast. Yes, I know she's a cartoon character, that's exactly why she is not in my Top 5. However, hear me out. Beauty and the Beast was the first Disney movie I saw and it blew my 5-year-old (I think I was five) mind away! She's smart, adventurous, and is a strong girl, capable of handling herself. 

Ashley Tisdale of The Suite Life of Zack & Cody and High School Musical fame (don't ask why I know). She's cute. However, I don't really like her music. But what's the real downer is that most of her fans are 13 and under. I feel really creep watching the same music video that millions of little girls dance to. Let me repeat that, DANCE TO. Parents, where are you??

Sophie Marceau. Another Bond girl eh? Her role as Elektra King in The World is Not Enough was what saved that movie. And I'm only talking about the acting. Add in her sultry looks and you have a dynamite combo! She's kind of older now though and I think the French stereotype of the chain smoking French woman has finally caught up to her (many apologies if she really doesn't smoke). 

That's a big cat

Cougar - An older woman who frequents clubs in order to score with a much younger man. The cougar can be anyone from an overly surgically altered wind tunnel victim, to an absolute sad and bloated old horn-meister, to a real hottie or MILF. 

So, after overhearing a conversation or two over the holidays, one of my goals before I graduate will be to go to a certain hangout in a certain area that has a well established reputation as a cougar hangout. 

NOTE: I AM NOT GOING THERE TO BE COUGAR BAIT. I JUST WANT TO OBSERVE THE SOCIAL DANCE BETWEEN POTENTIALLY UNDER AGE GUYS AND OVER THE HILL WOMEN

I mentioned this to a couple of the law students here, hoping that I can persuade a few of them to embark on this adventure before we all finish law school. Of the dozen or so people I've asked, only one has agreed to go with me. C'mon! Are lawyers not trained to be litigious and adversarial? And isn't a sense of bravado and daringness required if one is to be litigious and adversarial? Are we training a generation of pansied lawyers? 

A few law students have been willing to bargain though. However, they all require me going home with a lady over 70. No. Now, hypothetically speaking, I may be willing to be bait for a coug in her 30s (maybe even early 40s), but no way am I willing to be cougar bait for someone over 70. Not only is it gross, but it violates one of the unwritten rules of dating: half your age + seven. The absolutely youngest man a 70-year-old woman can go for is 41. Forty-one. I am nowhere near 41. I don't even look my age. 

Furthermore, no matter how rich the lady is, my personal experience volunteering at a retirement home has taught me to stay in my dating-age range. I once had to slow dance with a lady no younger than 70. Half way through the dance, I noticed an absolutely detestable smell. Not wanting to be rude, I continued to smile and make small talk with the lady who by this time looked kinda spaced out. Only after the dance did I put two and two together and realized that the absolutely detestable smell most likely emanated from the lady's diaper. She pooped half way through our dance! Argh! 

Beijing National Acrobatic Troupe

 

 

 

 

 

 

(Psst, pictures are clickable. Correction: Only the first picture is clickable. Stupid blogger.) One word: Amazing. The Beijing National Acrobatic Troupe's performance a few nights ago was simply a jaw-dropping experience. The act had a thunderous opening but never let up. From delicate dancers to feats of strength, everything was electrifying. In fact, it was two hours of near impossibility in human ability. I have never applauded for so long, so passionately. By the end of the show, the audience was on its feet and I am sure nobody wanted it to end. Although the tickets were expensive, it was well worth the price of admission. 

I took some pictures but they fail to do justice to simply being there and experiencing all the sights and sounds of the performance yourself. It was a fitting ending to my winter break and hopefully the new year will be just as exciting. 

Opps...

Ok, so I messed up. I forgot to type a quick message when at my favorite breakfast place. The mere sight and smell of my South Coast Finest omelette with extra diced ham was overpowering. However, lots of other people have reviewed The Omelette Parlor so you can check it out yourself.

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas! Yes, MERRY CHRISTMAS. I will not be PC and say happy holidays. Now, onto more important matters.

The group of guys from middle school and high school (which I personally call "The BigMac" crew) are back together. We are a group of six guys (and an interchangeable seventh guy) that have been friends since at least middle school. Good times. 

We went to the only bar in town on Christmas Eve and it was fairly busy. In fact, we ended up meeting a few alums from our high school there too. Very strange since I haven't seen any of those folks since, well, since high school graduation. I guess that one bar in town is the place to go to meet people. 

The funniest (at least for me) part about going to a bar on Christmas Eve is to talk to random folks. My BigMac group was approached by an obviously drunk guy and he started a conversation with us. Well, it was more like a conversation with me and five other guys who felt slightly awkward. Anyways, this guy tells me that he is being shipped out to Iraq on Christmas day, that not only is he being shipped out, but shipped out to Baghdad. According to him, Baghdad is 100x worse than Compton. We talked about a couple of other things like girls, him nearly getting into a fight at the bar, politics, etc. I wished him a safe return in 15 months right before closing time and he stumbled away. Bless the happy drunks.

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I've been really working out the past few months and it feels great. It started out as an outlet for my frustrations (see nearly every post with the tag "Missteps in Life") but has evolved into something I need to do or else it would feel like a wasted day for me. I would work out for three or four days a week, about two hours each time. I'm not one to toot my own horn but wow, I am seeing some awesome results!

Oh and btw, my exercise routine isn't meant for me to get "big." No, not at all. My routine is meant for me to be really cut. Lots of clean angles. I just need to work a bit on my abs =)

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I got an iphone. Yes, after thinking I didn't need it when it came out, I have an iphone now, about nine months after it came out. In fact, I still probably don't need it but I figure to use the iphone to access gmail, use the maps, calendar, weather, ipod, and sms functions in that order. 

Also, since the iphone is connected to the internet, I can conceivably update this journal from my iphone. In fact, I think I'll try this out later today when me and the BigMac crew go grab some breakfast.

Post-Halloween Post

If I had written this yesterday (or more precisely, at 2:30 AM this morning), I most likely would have written a melodramatic diatribe. But now...not so much. Therefore, this post will serve as a reminder of my state of self last night. I really don't know how I feel at this moment so here's a bunny with a pancake on its head.