The future belongs to such as you

Laura and I teach constitutional law to eighth graders at an "inner city" school a few times as month as part of GW's Street Law program.  While most of our discussions tends toward football and whether the Redskins will ever win a game, there have been a few gems from the lovely children:

Us: Who can tell us what an immigrant is?
Kids: Criminals and terrorists from other countries.
Us: Umm...okay.  Do you know what happens when a person who is in the country illegally is caught?
Kid 1: They should be executed! Don't they shoot immigrants?
Us: Well, actually, the term is deported...
Kid 1: Oh, right.  My dad was deported last year.
Us:........

This is why, this is why, this is why we're hot

The Justache arriveth

...And Justache for All started today.  I'm currently sporting a cute little french number that's bound to get me a fair amount of dates in the next month.

Laura's just lucky she gets to hang out with a social star like me.

P.S. You should all go support Topher as he represents Movember, the kingly cousin of the noble Justache.

Lexis notes: SAFE!

The fire alarm went off.  AGAIN.  While I was working on my memo (no strikethoughs - happy Laura?)

If that fire alarm doesn't shut the hell up I'mma bust a cap soon, yo.  At least this time my casebooks were safe at school.  I grabbed my laptop and my lexis notes and set up shop on a car across the street, ignoring the frightened whispers of the undergrads who weren't here to witness this same. exact. thing two nights ago.

Moral of the story: working on legal writing memos can be hazardous to your health and safety.  And if I die because a fire truck doesn't come the next time the alarm goes off, I'm suing my landlord.

No Sir, this IS my costume

I should prequel this by saying I've been a sloth all day.  I've barely moved from the couch, working on my laptop and fighting extreme frustration with my subjectively-graded useless crap Memo 2 assignment, due next Sunday.  I haven't started the research, let alone the writing, and I fully expect to barely pass the class.  But I digress.

I finally decided to leave the couch and bake brownies for the Human Rights Law Society's bake sale next week (GW Law students: come buy something.  You're cold and heartless if you don't.) when a shrill ringing filled the air - yes, someone pulled my apartment's fire alarm, on Halloween night.  How original! How mature!

I sat there for about five minutes and contemplated the merits and drawbacks of ignoring the alarm until I realized my mother would KILL me if I died in a fire.  I headed outside - faced with imminent death and loss of all earthly possessions, what did I bring? Keys.  Phone.  Criminal law casebook.

At least I have my priorities straight.

In my sloth-ness, I haven't showered yet today, and I'm wearing yoga pants and a ratty t-shirt.  Greasiness and glasses abound.  May I remind you it's Halloween? and everyone who actually has a life is out tonight? Do you know how utterly awesome I felt, standing outside in the rain, surrounded by smartly-dressed college students, clutching my casebook for dear life and trying to blend in with the shrubbery?  GO ME!

Upside: Hot firefighters.
Upside #2: In full gear.
Upside #3: Seeing the 6'2" burly guy from downstairs dressed as a bar wench.

False alarm declared, excitement died down, now it's back to the absolute waste of time Memo.

The Illustrious Vee, signing off.

Fail by the numbers

Number of dwellings I've lived in without dishwashers: 3
Number of months spent living in said dwellings: 11
Number of times washing dishes by hand, conservatively assuming 3x/week: 132
Number of times I've sprayed water all over myself by rinsing off spoons with the bowl side up under running water: 132

That's all from Vee tonight.  Time for sleeeeeep.

GW does Ibiza

Is there really anything wrong with spending the entire day in your bathrobe, trying desperately to become one with the couch and ignoring imminent memo deadlines?