My male teammate flew home with the coach after the moot, while the three girls went on to Beijing for a celebratory trip. He's such a nice guy that he offered to take home all of our suits and extraneous shoes so we wouldn't have to lug them around China. He also agreed to carry around my girly garment bag. Don't worry, we bought him a scroll ( Read more... )

I guess a lot's happened since I've last written. I was elected Chief Articles Editor of my journal for next year (big time commitment but very rewarding, I hope). I'm also almost finished with my internship at the Court of Appeals downtown. A few guys from my section were also interning this semester, so it was nice to have friends go through ( Read more... )

So I wrote about the time I got a flat. The very next week, my car got towed when I had to be at work in 20 minutes, and the towing company wouldn't let me have it back until I paid them $200 cash ( Read more... )

Lately I've been enjoying Kanye West's Gold Digger. I can't help getting up and dancing to it. No matter how many times I've heard it, the song always makes me grin. While it might be a nice dream for little girls to want to be a gold digger when they grow up, I don't think I'd want to walk around all day in the 60's lingerie that the girls wear ( Read more... )

The thought of a copycat Katrina is making Houstonians nutty. I don't blame them for worrying, though, because Rita is supposed to be a category 4 hurricane like Katrina was, and Katrina obviously had devastating results. Allow me to set the stage: Gas has sold out at all the stations near my house, and I'm conveniently at 1/8th of a tank. ( Read more... )

First, I want to send out best wishes to all those who have family affected by Katrina. I know it must be unbelievably hard right now, so I'm here for support ( Read more... )

Alright, I've been bugged about updating, so here goes nothing ( Read more... )

I'm now in the habit of running early Saturday mornings with an old friend from Rice. Actually, I'm exaggerating. It's technically more like power walking, old lady style. I only label it "running" to convince myself that I'm truly getting a workout. I find it's a great time to catch up with my friend, spend time outdoors, and make sure my legs ( Read more... )

This happened on my way home from school ( Read more... )

Imagine: You make people bleed for a living, and you probably won't be incarcerated for it. Everyone who sees you leaves in pain. None of your victims, I mean clients, can respond, so you can ramble on for hours about your inane personal problems. You can shoot these victims with tranquilizers and watch with morbid curiosity as their faces ( Read more... )