Battling the Blues

Finals are a week away. I am sick. Poochie has gone back to Sacramento. I'll be needing a lot more Starbucks and tissues.

I'm a Believer

After watching the pilot episode with Jen I'm hooked. Good stuff but Smallville is still number one.

Celebrate Thanksgiving With Me!

Law school is stressful. It is especially stressful around the holidays when family is far away.

Well...for those of you who crave a delicious homemade meal, a loud but loving family and bad jokes come celebrate Thanksgiving with me!* I will be going home (about an hour away from Southwestern) and you are invited!

*This is not a joke. I don't joke about food.

The Truth About Blueberry Dinosaurs

People have asked me:

"Tessa, why is your blog called Blueberry Dinosaurs?"

Well dear people, I know it is hard for you to believe, but as a child I was a nerd.

I read about dinosaurs. I thought about dinosaurs. I loved dinosaurs. I rattled off dinosaur names I couldn't even pronounce. The bathroom looked like a dinosaur shrine. Including the toothpaste. I even headed archeological digs with hand shovels in my backyard.

And then I turned a year older and I fell in love for the first time. I was given a large, blue stuffed Brontosaurus. Blueberry. He loved dinosaurs just as much as I did.

To my beloved Blueberry: For the adventures we shared from eating palm trees (aka: salad) to hiding from T-Rex (aka: Sister) this blog is dedicated to you.

Whew. I am so glad that now I am so cool and have a blog.

Politically Incorrect----But So Funny!

http://www.cnn.com/2005/WORLD/asiapcf/11/15/kazakhstan.comedian.reut/index.html

A Whole New World

Yesterday there was a man on the side of the road selling flowers. A taxi pulled up and gave the man an apple. Homeless the man was not. But maybe he wanted an apple?

A Very Special Thanks

Thank you Todd Fertig for guiding me through the novice stage of blogging.

You are my blogger hero.

The Best Movie Ever

Benny & Joon

Fantastic movie.

What I've learned: It's okay to be yourself.

It's about sacrifice, love, and what matters most.

The Look of the Season

These are called "crop cardigans," "shoulder shrugs," or my favorite, "tied front cropped sweater cardigan."

I am amazed at the genius of the fashion industry. Now instead of just buying a long sleeved shirt you must buy two shirts, a "tied front cropped sweater cardigan,"* and a regular tank or T-shirt if you want to stay warm this winter.

And people say capitalism is evil...whatever. We have capitalism to thank for chopped up sweaters. Brillant.

*Priced at or above "regular ugly tied front non-cropped sweater cardigan."

Donated More Than Time

I volunteered to help during Public Interest Week. Between the bake sales, the silent auction, and the live auction I realized I donated more than just my time. I also donated all my money. It was an unselfish act for charity when I bid and won a haircut in Beverly Hills. It was hard thing to do but someone had to do it.

Grading Reform - Dispel the Myths!

There have been a lot of mixed messages about changes in the grading policy. Again, I urge all students to go to the Grading Reform Meeting on Friday to talk to the ad hoc committee on grading reform. 12:30 W611.

This is an email I received from Professor Grimes today about what is going on so far:

"The Committee has agreed on a proposal which we shared with the faculty on Monday and we will share with the students on Friday. At this point, it is just a recommendation that will have to be approved by the faculty. The Committee has made no recommendation on retroactivity. That will have to be discussed and dealt with at some point, but the Committee's feeling was that we want grading reform to move forward quickly and not get bogged down in the retroactivity issue. The Dean and the Committee want to implement grading reform for this semester.I'll be able to share the outline of the proposal with everyone on Friday."

You are NOT Fat!

Today in the casual course of conversation 3 people told me that they needed to lose weight. This sounds like a good idea for fat people. But these people aren't fat. They are small.

To those of you who are small and believe you are fat: You are not fat. You are small.

My Childhood Hero

As a child I drank cod liver oil and ate seaweed. I popped vitamins and drank keifer. Sometimes I was allowed to watch Sesame Street. And Cookie Monster was God. My goal in life was to become a candy shop owner just so that I could eat and be surrounded by candy all day long. Now that I am grown up I am sad to know that now Cookie Monster eats fruits instead of cookies. We've traded lives.

A Romantic Night

It was Dave's birthday and I wanted to make it special. Something romantic. Like candlelight and champagne. So I booked a three star hotel in Sacramento on Orbitz for the weekend. Dave picked me up at the airport and I told him I had a surprise for him...a very special surprise...

After he picked me up from the hotel I gave him directions and told him to drive to 4317 Madison Ave--I didn't tell him where we were heading. We arrived at our destination greeted by two police cars surrounding our location. In the air was a helicopter, surveying our location.

Dave wanted to know if we took the wrong turn. No. This was the surprise. We walked in. The smell of urine/popcorn/vomit filled out nostrils as we headed to the check-in counter. A suspicious looking character was in front of us. Wearing a ski coat jacket in 75 degree weather yet wearing sandals. Interesting. The man at the counter tells us we have to wait because all they have is dial-up internet and he can't get my Orbitz reservation.

Dave and I look at the scenery. A fish tank to the right filled with mold. Beautiful. We get our key and walk down the hall. Two large white girls are yelling by the coke stand "Oh noooo you deedent...Oh noooo you deedent..." Ibonics. The check-in counter now smells like fragrant flowers compared to the hallway. Like dead bodies. Think crack house. Our room is at the very end, by the emergency door that looks more like an emergency robbery entrance. We enter the room. More delicious smells of cigarettes and urine.
Dave thanks me for the birthday present. Nothing is too good for my man.

POINT OF STORY: NEVER EVER EVER GO TO: Madison Inn and Suites Sacramento

SW Grading Reform: Voice Your Concern(s)

The faculty ad hoc committee did not vote on retroactive grading adjustments last Friday. I contacted Professor Warren (on the faculty ad hoc committee on grading reform) and asked if students could be involved in the grading reform process.

I received this email from Professor Warren:

"The faculty ad hoc committee on grading reform will be holding an open meeting for students on Friday, November 11, 2005, at 12:30 p.m., in room 611. The purpose of the meeting is for the committee to hear the concerns and opinions of students interested in the grading reform issue. I expect that some students will want to address the issue of retroactivity, although there is no limit to what issues and concerns can be addressed, as long as they are related to the topic of grading reform.

We would appreciate it if the SBA could help get the word out so that everyone knows about this meeting. If you have any questions or concerns about the meeting itself, please feel free to get in touch with me."

A Question Answered

One of my dearest friends asked me this question:

"When the f*** did you start blogging? And why?"

Well dearest friend, the simple answer is I started blogging because Todd's cats had blogs and I didn't. http://postcardsfromthelitterbox.blogspot.com/ It was sheer jealousy.


P.S. Now when interviewers ask me if I've published something I can say yes. And it's read by at least three people (well, 2 not counting myself).

Evidence Horror...After Halloween

I now know what complete humiliation is. It is being asked 5 hypos in Evidence and getting them ALL wrong. Seriously, answering them all wrong almost took talent as I answered either "yes" or "no" to each question-50/50 -I should have at least gotten 2 or at least 1 right. The lesson I learned is this: Never go hungry to class and only think about what you're going to eat after class. And then never answer questions on rule 801 while looking at rule 803. Hopefully one day as a rich and powerful attorney I'll look back on this and laugh. If not, one day as a poor and insignificant law school dropout I'll look back on this and cry.

Yale Application

My brother, a senior in highschool, had until November 1 to submit his early admission Yale application.
He called me last night letting me know that he submitted his application online at 11:59:39 pm on November 1.
I guess that's what happens when you pretty much know you can go to any school you want. Wow. And I'm related to him...