OK fine, I admit it . . .

. . . wearing yoga pants to class is basically just cheating and wearing pajama-like clothing that elicits an "oh she must work out after class" rather than an "oh she is fucking lazy."

And both are true.

(ooh and my prize for being Eddie's 10,000th visitor is freaking awesome! t-shirt with skull design made up of little funny people? fantastic!)

Hooked

Long time football fan, brand new hockey fan - thanks to Eddie and Haswoe. So it was tough for me to see the Pens go down tonight. But I am *so* excited to be a fan of a team that showed so much heart through the playoffs - and Game 5 was probably one of the top 3 sporting events I have ever watched. So thanks Eddie, Haswoe, and the kids whose names I finally remember. Can't wait to see you all next season.

Swicroromssia!!!

If you frequent my blog, you may have noticed that Eddie and I have decided to root for Swicroromssia throughout Euro 2008. Well, since we are clearly creative and excellent humans, we created a line of Swicroromssia apparel that the whole family can enjoy (minus childers, obvs. erm, I had a design idea and Eddie surprised me by actually putting it on the interwebs!)!!

Behold, Swicroromssia!

Order today and wear with pride!

Eddie and AH . . .

. . . scholars of worldly sporting events. Or something. We decided we needed to pick teams for Euro 2008. And our discussion regarding who to cheer on went something like this:
Eddie: Boo, no England, they didn't make it.
AH: Um, I thought you didn't *actually* like England?
Eddie: I like their football team, just not the country or people.
AH: Oh (sort of ponders that but moves on). Well, we certainly cannot cheer for Italy. Or France.
Eddie: Noooooo.
AH: And we have to cheer for Switzerland.
Eddie: We do? But they are boring. I need drugs and or alcohol to cheer for them.
AH: They are stoic, not boring. And I was born there.
Eddie: Fine. And, um, Croatia? We can't cheer 2 host countries.
AH: Sure, though I appreciate Austria for its sheer randomness. Then comes the tough category, Netherlands or Romania?
Eddie: Netherlands are evil cheating bastards.
AH: Yeah, and I don't know where it is. Like Bora Bora.
Eddie: (rolls eyes at American educational system) So Romania.
** Now ensues a long discussion over whether the Swedes or the Russians have better names for their children. Russians win based on "Sergei," "Igor," and "Vladimir" - and because saying things with a Russian accent is fun, especially whilst drinking vodka, which is basically their Gatorade. **

So there you have it. We are cheering for Swicroromssia, and most likely making t-shirts with magic marker. Wow, I will do anything to avoid bar review.

The little things . . .

So bar review sucks, yada yada, but little things still make me laugh so they get shared with you lucky people. Whilst preparing for Crim Law review, I flashed back to our first year final. Daisy and I hated crim law for various reasons - me because the professor mocked me for going to Wisconsin and I am a BUFFALO not a Badger, and because he made some truly insensitive comments about rape law and you KNOW that pissed me off; and Daisy because um, she just did. So we never really paid attention and then along came the final.
We both finished in about one hour, walked out, and of course started discussing our answers.
Daisy: I wrote that putting a baby in a suitcase is probably illegal but that I wasn't sure why.
AH: I wrote that there was "probably some sort of gun charge" in the fact pattern, but that I wasn't sure what.
Both: Oh dear.

And? I am pretty sure it was the best first year grade for both of us. Maybe honesty and sheer dumb luck pay off, after all.

More Brilliant Bar Review Observations

Raspberries are not smelly. They should however be put into tupperware for transportation to avoid making jam in your bar review purse (yes I have a specific bar review purse. I like purses.).

I still don't know how to efficiently get home from class using the CTA because the "easy" bus only runs during rush hour. So I end up walking 6 blocks to another bus that gets me home. You would think I could figure out a better way, but walking beats notecarding so I probably won't unless the weather is awful.

Can't there be a separate Chicago bar review course somewhere else where we can relegate people who smooshed your heart into millions of little pieces that have yet to fully recoagulate? Methinks we could do that and save people some angst, thanks.

Oh, and I got suckered into buying "FitFlops" - the flip flops that are supposed to tone your legs as you walk. So you can have glorious summer beach legs after walking to your bus! Yeah, so far they are uncomfortable and not cute. Sweet way to spend $50. I should have bought nice champagne, instead. Bubbles make you forget you don't have model legs. It's a scientific fact. Well, it's at least as scientific as these stupid flip flops.

Observations on Bar Review - Day One

Wow, we really never talked about ANY of this in Torts. Maybe we shouldn't have spent 2 weeks on the McDonald's coffee case and 3 weeks on the "glory that is Ralph Nader."
Ahem, just a suggestion, esteemed pervy professor.

I think I shall start bringing offensively smelly lunches to class. I need some sort of entertainment, right??