Lawin' School: 2 Weeks Down, Lots and Lots More to Go

I am well on my way to becoming the next Ally McBeal. Seriously, I have already lost 30 pounds and fantasize about dancing babies all the time. This is what just two weeks of being a law student (which, as I was told during orientation, means I have already entered the "professional" stage of my life. Luckily, I don't think professional is synonymous with mature, or else there might be a problem) will do to a person. All joking aside though (except I wasn't joking. I seriously weigh 90 pounds now), law school is, thus far, a good time. Granted, I pretty much have to study all the time and carting my giant case books around will probably lead to a serious injury, but still, I think I made the right choice to come here. Here is a quick list of some of the things I have accomplished since moving to Eugene (or Edward) and becoming a serious, professional law student:

-gotten trashed
-hooked up
-studied for a ridiculous amount of time
-attended party featuring fire dancers
-run on Hayward Field
-volunteered a legal analysis in class...and actually been right
-studied for a ridiculous amount of time
-gone to class hungover (that was this morning...oops)
-dreamed I was suing my sister using quasi in rem type 2 jurisdiction by attaching her car.
-found a possible new "Papa General"
-figured out the best place to study in the law library
-studied for a ridiculous amount of time
-been convinced by male friend that when we go to football games, it will be a good idea for me to smuggle in plastic bags full of vodka in my bra
-studied for a ridiculous amount of time
-stalked my fellow law students using the online facebook. pure genius, that online facebook.

In closing, I would like to point out that if you are driving through Oklahoma in an Audi and you are rear-ended and your car explodes and you get severley burned and you want to sue the car dealership or distriubtor that sold you that Audi, which are located in New York, it will be very difficult to establish that the state of Oklahoma has personal jurisdiction over the dealership or distributor. You'll save a lot time if you just go sue them in New York.

Do you remember when?

Do you remember the time?
Gilly thought I was building shelves. Kevin maybe was just oblivious to it all. But there I was. Trapped in the downstairs bathroom of our house. It was terrifying. It was a horrible experience that I would never wish upon anyone. The doorknob wouldn't turn, as if it were locked. But it wasn't locked. Nothing I could do would make that knob twist to open.
Finally, to my rescue came my wonderful roommates. It took a little courage from them, and a bit of dynamite. But I turned out okay. It all seems so hazy now to me, and so long ago. I guess it was only about two hours ago.

It sure is good to be alive.

Just the three of us. We can make it if we try.

In actuality, this photo after a long night out was taken before Abra had moved yet. Otherwise we might have been holding up a sign that says "Abra, come back!". Or "Abra! We miss you!". Or "Abra! You should be sitting here on the couch with us!". Or "Abra! Things here at our house will never be the same, but I guess we will try our best to move on. Oh! Who are we kidding, we're never going to be the same! But I guess we will try to live our lives as long as you try to live yours, and please will you give us some legal advice? Cause we are into it deep this time, and we need a good lawyer. One with a heart of gold!"

Our house has now seen 3 alumnis come and go (What up, Keane-O and the Nice one?). And soon we will have a new friend living in Abra's (and John's) old room. That will bring the talley of Caruthers World inhabitants of all time to 7. Simply amazing! I remember like it was just the other day, when I built this house from the ground up. I was so young then! I knew so little about construction and carpentry. But after a little time and a lot of patience, I was able to make this house a home. Having such fun friends and roommates in Kevin, Abra, John, Gillian, and Scott has made it all worthwhile. And I wouldn't want to forget about honorary roommates, such as Jolina Kwong, aka J-KWON. If I didn't mention her, I feel like I would have got a nasty comment left just below this.

And if you'll excuse me, I think I better go have myself a little cry. Sweet Caruthers tears.

-Brian

End of the Road.

It is very easy for myself to remember the evening that I met Abra. I had known that she would be moving into Caruthers World for some time, but had never had the opportunity to meet her. Anyway, we met when Brian brought her to my marathon birthday karaoke session in which my friends and I pounded out song after song over a span of a couple of hours. I'm not really sure what she thought of me and I don't really remember what I thought of her, but that was probably due to the fact that I was feeling really depressed about the girl I liked at that time.

So tonight marks Abra's last night at Caruthers World and I think I am unique in really only knowing Abra in the context of Caruthers World. Brian & Gillian are fortunate enough to have known her much longer than I am, whereas I only knew her when she moved in.

Without further adoo, here are some of my favourite Abra memories in a vague chronological order:

1) Abra as a pioneer slut on Halloween/her birthday.
2) That one moment from our first party that's captured in that photograph on the side of the fridge. Abra hates this moment and the picture that captured it, but it is one of my favourite pictures.
3) Our plan to start an opium den upstairs, along with maybe doing piles of cocaine on New Year's. I think I was more serious about this cocaine plan than she was, which probably isn't a good thing. Also, I feel that the opium den talk really started to help us bond in terms of being people who lived upstairs. Upstairs will forever rule Caruthers World.
4) When Abra, Emily (my Emily, not Duffie) and I went to Doug Fir. The gist of the story is that I ended up being kicked out of Doug Fir and then refusing to speak English to Abra or Emily, even though they were helping me get to bed safely that evening.
5) We all went out to Mulligan's on Hawthorne the evening after the ice storm hit and Duffie met us after going to a figure skating competition with Brian's mother earlier in the day. Anyway, Duffie brought along some score card thing that people in the crowd got to wave around and we dared Abra to wave it at the bartender, which she duly did. I think this is one of those moments that you had to be there, but also keep in mind that we were delirious after being trapped at home all day.
6) The time Abra sat in my room and watched me sing karaoke in Cantonese while I tried to translate lyrics that were about how I was no longer a girl, but actually a woman.
7) Our fleeting Shania Twain obsession/singing Man! I Feel Like a Woman! to Abra at Chopsticks.
8) Whenever Abra would sing in her own special Abra way of singing, especially that one song about North Carolina and waving a towel over your head.
9) Abra getting really stoned and then coming into my room to borrow a New Pornographers album.

Basically, Abra, I'll miss you.

Love,
Kevin

Your opinion is needed.

Which of the following public situations, assuming that we are talking about a couple, do you least approve of and why?

1) A couple sitting on the same side of a table when no one else is sitting on the other side of the table.

2) One person in the couple sitting on the other person's lap.

3) One person in the couple feeding the other person when the other person is physically and mentally capable of feeding themselves.

Think about it, fools!

-- Kevin (surprisingly)