And the Winner is...

Those of you who know me know I am NOT a fan of Twilight. I think it is dramatic, sachrine, and a dangerous example of unhealthy relationships. That being said, I saw the film last night and didn't die. In fact I thoroughly enjoyed Robert Pattison's retro coif- very James Dean. I have to say that the film's hairsylists out did themselves, at least when it comes to the Cullen clan. Otherwise, the film was tolerable with the occasional bout of nerd chills- which was to be expected. And let's face it, anything is better than working on my paper or studying for my
finals.

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There are 2 or fewer people with my name in the U.S.A. How many have your name?

Ulcers

So I have been struggling with ulcers for the last two months or so. They have gotten to the point that I am fully willing to take acedophilus, which my mom is convinced cures everything. Obviously I am under massive stress, and I have heartburn if I even look at chocolate or carbonation the wrong way, but no matter what I eat I seem to die of it 20 minutes later. So I decided to sit down and make a list of what I eat throughout the day- I have discovered that it would help if I didn't eat my weight in LemonHeads while I study. I bought a couple of cheap bags and keep them in my locker for when I have really long days- a sugar buzz. Well that sugar buzz is eating away at the lining of my stomach faster than battery acid, so I think I'll give them up now.

I eat lunch by myself

This is probably going to sound like pity party, and it is, but I need to vent and then I will get over it. I have a theory that law school is just high school all over again on a much higher intellectual level- meaning people figure out how to snub you in much more interesting ways. I just haven't found my niche and I am trying to make friends, but nobody really seems interested. Even the cliques in law school are like high school. The granolas stick together, the jocks, the lesbians, the youngsters, the geeks... there isn't really a group for thirty-something chubby girls. So, I eat lunch by myself every day. Pathetic.

My cool mom realized I was sick of eating luch by myself and rode trax up and went to lunch with me. I love my mom!

So Sue Me!

Law school continues to be ridiculously hard, but I really enjoy my torts class. You would not believe the kinds of things you can sue people for... not that you should, or should you? Today we discussed a little old man and his wife who were sick to death of trespassers and burglars breaking into their abandoned farm house. So the little old man sets up a spring trap (a loaded shot gun rigged to go off when someone opened the bedroom door) aimed about midway up the door. His wife suggests lowering it just a little bit- no need to kill anyone when a good maiming will suffice. Anyway, as luck would have it this ejit (idiot- my mom's version) breaks into the farmhouse looking for "very valuable" glass jam jars (who steals canning goods?!) and opens the bedroom door. He pretty much got his entire leg blown off and proceeded to sue the little old man and his wife. He won the case- a burglar in the middle of commiting a crime on someone else's property! It turns out you can't kill or do major bodily harm to trespassers in an attempt to protect your property.

Teachers are brave souls!

"Exactly why David Pologruto, a high-school physics teacher, was stabbed with a kitchen knife by one of his star students is still debatable. But the facts as widely reported are these:
Jason H., a sophomore and straight-A student at a Coral Springs, Florida, high school, was fixated on getting into medical school. Not just any medical school – he dreamt of Harvard. But Pologruto, his physics teacher, had given Jason an 80 on a quiz. Believing the grade – a mere B – put his dream in jeopardy, Jason took a butcher knife to school and, in a confrontation with Pologruto in the physics lab, stabbed his teacher in the collarbone before being subdued in a struggle.
A judge found Jason innocent, temporarily insane during the incident – a panel of four psychologists and psychiatrists swore he was psychotic during the fight. Jason claimed he had been planning to commit suicide because of the test score, and had gone to Pologruto to tell him he was killing himself because of the bad grade. Pologruto told a different story: “I think he tried to completely do me in with the knife” because he was infuriated over the bad grade.
After transferring to a private school, Jason graduated two years later at the top of his class. A perfect grade in regular classes would have given him a straight-A, 4.0 average, but Jason had taken enough advanced courses to raise his grade-point average to 4.614 – way beyond A+. Even as Jason graduated with highest honors, his old physics teacher, David Pologruto, complained that Jason had never apologized or even taken responsibility for the attack.
The question is, how could someone of such obvious intelligence do something so irrational – so downright dumb? The answer: Academic intelligence has little to do with emotional life. The brightest among us can founder on the shoals of unbridled passions and unruly impulses; people with high IQs can be stunningly poor pilots of their private lives." - Emotional Intelligence by Daniel Goleman.

Here is the follow up...

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Law School is NOT fun!

Don't get me wrong, I didn't have delusions that it would be a picnic, but I also didn't think I would feel like a dunce 95% of the time. It's like I am at the first day of learning to swim- never been in a pool before- and they have thrown me in and said, "now swim a perfect butterfly." I can't even dog paddle yet!!! I've been in school one real day (plus a week of "feel good" orientation) and I have read the equivalent of War and Peace. Help! I'm drowning here!

Jenny's Memory Game

Something fun to try...

1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember!

2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you. If you don't want to play on our blog, or don't have a blog, I'll leave my memory of you in my comments.

Ballykissangel

Summer is taking TOO long- I can't believe I actually said that out loud. In an effort to make the time pass a little quicker, I have been watching a series called Ballykissangel. It's about an English priest who takes over a small Irish parish. Let's face it, it is a prettly slow moving series, but I am totally invested because the character development is so great. In fact I think it is the whole point of the series. I rented the first season from the Sandy library and was hooked, but you know how the library is-- anything good has 50 holds on it. I wasn't going to be able to get season 2 until September and by September I won't be watching anything but the pages turn in my text books. So I splurged a little and bought the whole series on Amazon. I was really bummed to find out that the whole original cast shifts after the third season, but the last three seasons feature a very young, very handsome Colin Farrel- hopefully he will be good.

My Skirt Addiction

I think I need to start a support group for compulsive skirt buyers. I could call it ISBA- Impulsive Skirt Buyers Anonymous. Yes, I have a problem- there are very few skirts I don't like, or for that matter, don't have. I don't do mini or prairie, but beyond that I love them all. As a teacher I had the opportunity to wear them regularly, but never did. I think in recent years I have become more of a collector rather than wearer of said skirts. The disease, however, has abated little. Thankfully, I will be starting law school in August, and in an effort to look more the part, I plan to begin faithfully wearing all of the pieces from my collection. I shouldn't have to do any laundry for at least a month- pathetic, I know!

A Shameless Promotion of SLC's Farmer's Market

I bought a sprig of rosemary stuck in a terra cotta pot for $3.00 today. These are the kind of crazy, impulsive purchases I make when surrounded by beautiful produce I will never actually use, because let's face it... I can't cook! I wanted to buy this bunch of huge red radishes, some were the size of my fist, and they were bundled together by their green and purple leaves. There was only one thing stopping me; I hate radishes. If you are someone who is daunted by sensory overload the market may not be the place for you. Dogs of all shapes and sizes are barking their greetings to one another as their owners drift from stall to stall making seemingly impulsive purchases similar to my rosemary "stick-in-a-pot." One man bought a vat, yes, a vat, of fresh honey. What does one do with a vat of honey?

There are also all kinds of craft and jewelry booths manned by eccentric and ecclectic people. One tent was an explosion of tye-dye, and not the good kind- more like the garish hues of the Grateful Dead. The man even carried tie-dyed underwear! I fully intend to go back as soon as possible, especially since the houseplant I bought, it's called a Wandering Jew, will probably die because of my decidedly black thumb. Anyone wanting to go let me know. It is every Saturday during the summer and it opens at 8:00 AM- good to beat the heat.

I'm going to try not to blow myself up.

It's mid June and that means it's bunker time. People have difficulty conceptualizing what it is I do exactly unless they have done it themselves. Most of the time they think I'm hanging out selling fireworks at a stand in the Smith's parking lot. That's what I thought I was going to be doing when I started six years ago. Man, was I surprised. I actually pack large firework explosives that are trucked to firework shows all over the country. These are not sparkles and bottle rockets. Today I packed a "bomb" that was 16 inches in diameter- I couldn't get my arms around it, let alone lift it! Occasionally, I also get to drive 16-20 foot Ryder trucks from Downtown to Fairfield. That's about 1 hour of the most terrifying driving I've ever experienced. I'm sure I have scared others around me as well. Keep in mind, my mode of transportation is a Mini Cooper. My first summer working, the owner told me that if an accident were to occur we would meet at the cemetery. I didn't realize that there is an actual cemetery down the street from the bunk! Every summer is an adventure.

The National Spelling Bee

"You want me to spell numbnut? Oh, numnah! That's a relief." I love watching the National Spelling Bee, it cracks me up. These kids are seriously intense. I didn't even know what 90% of the words meant, let alone how to spell them.

"Strange things are afoot at the Circle K!"

Do you ever re-watch a movie you saw a million times as a kid as an adult? Suddenly you understand all of the jokes and innuendos and the movie becomes funny all over again. I have been having this experience a lot lately. The best, though, was watching Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure with my 16 year old sister. She thought it was funny because they were such idiots, and I thought it was funny because it reminded me of my students. "Caesar was a salad dressing dude!"

Did any of you ever see the movie The Last Star Fighter? I think my brother and I watched it daily for a year straight. I watched it again over spring break- HBO must have been doing a blast-from-the-past marathon because they showed that movie The Boy Who Could Fly too, the one with Fred Savage on a big wheel. Anyway, while watching The Last Star Fighter I realized how distrubed I was even now by the old alien who takes out his eyeballs and polishes them like a pair of reading glasses. Bizarro!!!

What movies do you remember? Maybe during some down-time it would be fun to pull out some of those great "B" movies and have a laugh. Oh and remember... "Be excellent to each other... and Party on Dudes!"

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An Italian villa in the heart of Salt Lake City

It is official, I am going to be a Ute...and I am going to live in a yellow apartment building one block from Temple Square that isn't even large enough to swing a cat in. Isola Bella, this place even has an Italian name! Those of you who know me well know that I chose this apartment based solely on its outside exterior- shallow I know, but I won't be spending much time there anyway. My real home is going to be the law library.