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Quoting my Mom:
"I have discovered that you always leave a little food, to show that your host was generous beyond your capacity to consume. Aww."
"Don't you love the candidate for California governor who advocates broken English as a first language?"

Class notes:

The guy who highlights all the bullets and chapter headings is still wearing a full suit every day. Make up for substance with appearance is written all over him.

We had a discussion about the fact that any food stored on wooden pallets at any time is not allowed into the EU. We went over possible reasons why, when I pointed out the obvious - vampires. I mean, they're originally from Europe, right? It's official, I'm now the class freak.

I just can't believe that all these people don't use the recycling bins that are all of 10-20 feet from the trash cans. Lazy bastards shouldn't be allowed to live on this planet. Are they so busy and tired from other projects that tossing an empty bottle in a round hole is that much tougher than the can?

My fighting negativity is actually working a little. An older woman is sitting two seats down from me, looking to me like a young grandmother. She seemed a bit flaky, and is, but when I found myself thinking 'great, a nut-case' I fought back the judgment and decided to see what else she had to offer. She started talking about how she is from CA, and how close-minded people are in the DC area - this started me liking her right away (despite being part of that problem). She wears 3 jade bracelets. At one point I asked why the pre-op inspection was called '01B01' instead of 'pre-op' or something more easily understood. Besides blank stares, I received the answer 'It just always has been that way.' I didn't accept this answer, and pointed out momentum is no reason without something more to back it up. This yielded a thumbs-up from her. Seniors that fight tradition - I like this.

She mentioned how she went to a slaughter plant that among other animals did horses. She walked up to the coral where the horses to be slaughtered were, and one walked up to her and nuzzled her shoulder so she pet it. When they entered the plant for inspection, it was the first on the line for slaughter. She saw the whole process, and while she didn't describe it she shuddered and closed her eyes. From other sources I know they hit the animal (bovine or equine) with a pneumatic hammer, which either kills, knocks out, or stuns the animal. Sometimes they miss, and have to do it more than once. Then the animal is lifted upside down by it's hind legs on a belt, it's throat is slit, and it bleeds to death upside down.

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I think I'll miss my first Nation night in ages tonight, to be followed by many more missed Nation nights. Although horrorshow will be upstairs, I suspect with a live show downstairs I won't hear shit, it's hot up there...and D&B is on the main floor. Combine a predictably shitty Nation night with my need to get more work done, and you have José at home.

Gee it's dark

I'm embarrassed to be from a country that has to reassure the populace that when the fucking power goes out it's not the work of terrorists. When the hell did people get so scared? Who isn't thinking this through?

Terrorist "Mua ha ha! Filthy Satan that is America, I have successfully sabotaged your power grid! Now you will be uncomfortably warm for hours! Death to the infidels!"

Idiots...

Snob or social invalid?

Not a good sign when I update my LJ more than once a day. 6:38 and I've just returned from a 6-8:30 pm mixer at Mr. Days for new law students. I also showed up late. I had decided it might be a good idea to meet some law people and see how we get along, even though I was expecting a bunch of conservative assholes.

Well.

I showed up, was directed upstairs, and was stuck at the top of the stairs. The small space was wall to wall people, pretty people. Preppy people. Pretty preppie people with flip-flops, pink nails, french tips, large rocked jewelry, and the most recent cell phones. There were a few geeks there, stuck in various corners looking very uncomfortable. I made one trek across the room, not knowing a soul. Most everyone seemed to know a group they came with and were gabbing away. I made my trek back, passing a girl that heard and answered her cell phone in a fraction of a second in a scene that would make clueless proud. I continued my trek straight out the door.

First impressions, bad. I was open minded enough to go, and I knew I could have introduced myself to someone, anyone, and faked my way through a conversation. Did I lack the confidence to do it, or did I decide as I think I did that the effort was just not worth talking to people I gave no crap about?