Falling Up.

Dinner with Rachel.

2012-02-17T00:37:00.000-05:00

Tonight, Rachel and I went to dinner. We went, of course, to Cracker Barrel. It was AMAZING.

As it turns out, Rachel was a distant relative of our waitress. She recognized Rachel and came over to talk. During their family reunion, the waitress said that she knew that she'd waited on me "more than once." That's embarrassing.

"Look what was in my mail. Because I'm a lawyer."

2012-02-16T16:07:00.000-05:00

--A snotty text from Andrew, with this picture.

I wrote that.

Erinique the Gypsy.

2012-02-16T16:05:00.000-05:00

Check out Erinique's bag. She carries all her wares in her bag, like a Gypsy. Would you like to buy anything? Perhaps trade? Barter?

Maximum Security.

2012-02-16T16:02:00.002-05:00

The office park is a maximum security office park. I have a code. Do you?

Academics are Snobs.

2012-02-16T15:37:00.002-05:00

Have you ever heard the expression, "Those that can't do, teach?"

Well, there's a lot of truth to this. And, the more time I spend looking for jobs, the more I'm convinced of it. Now, to be clear, I do not mean this to include the professors at my law school. We're a new school, and as a result, enjoy the benefit of professors who are either still practicing attorneys or professors who were practicing attorneys only a few years ago. I think, in something like law school, the advantages to having a practicing faculty are immeasurable.

But evidently, at some of North Carolina's universities, this isn't the case. Over the past few months, I've checked out the employment websites of most of the major colleges and universities in the state (and some of the smaller ones). Just about every school is seeking professors of criminal justice, government, or law. Just about every one. And in most cases, they're searching for more than one of these people.

For example, here's an employment posting I found on Appalachian State University's website today:

So, at Appalachian, they need a professor of criminal justice. But if you read the qualifications, they want someone that has a PhD in criminal justice. "A J.D. is not sufficient for this position."

Really? Criminal justice IS the practice law. So, presumably, a lawyer would be the BEST person around to teach a course about the criminal justice system in the United States. In fact, it seems to me that someone without a J.D. shouldn't be considered, at all.

But see, here's the problem: people with J.D.s can do. They can actually walk into a courtroom (this is, of course, assuming they're licensed attorneys) and practice criminal justice. They can actually do what they teach. A person with a PhD in criminal justice, on the other hand, cannot. They cannot do, and therefore, I suppose, they must teach.

I found a similar post for a position at High Point University the other day. This position was for a professor of Administrative Law. A law professor. And guess what? A J.D. also wasn't sufficient for that position. It's a law school course! At a college! And they don't want a lawyer to teach it?

Please. I can do and teach. Just ask your mom.

Got Professionalism? 'Cause We Ain't Got Parking.

2012-02-16T14:23:00.001-05:00

One of the things the SBA at school does (and I say one of the things, but really, it's the only thing the SBA does) is the Got Professionalism Award. I haven't a clue how this process works--somehow, "professional" students are nominated for this award and then are chosen (I think by a combination of the faculty and SBA, but again, I don't know).

Nevertheless, the winner gets gift certificates (paid for by my student fees no doubt), his or her name and picture flashed around the monitors at school, and most coveted of all--a reserved parking space right next to the front door. It's not a bad deal, really, if one is "professional" enough to be selected for this very prestigious, resume-boosting award.

Today, as I drove around and around and around in the rain, looking for a space to park my car (and as crowded as things were today, I probably would have parked in a handicap spot, had one been available), I found one, ONLY ONE empty space--the reserved space for the prestigious professional student. There's a big sign and everything that says: RESERVED for [insert name here]. Well, that ain't me, because although I have a lot of things (good looks and a Swiss Army Knife Flashdrive among them), I evidently don't have "professionalism," so I had to keep on driving.

But then, I noticed, that the winner of the prestigious professionalism award wasn't actually parked in his reserved space at all. No. He was parked many, many spaces away. Which begs the question--SBA, what's the point of saving a space in an already-wayyyyyyy-overcrowded parking lot when the people it's reserved for aren't even going to use it?

Answer: there is none.

Stop wasting my money. And stop saving unnecessary spaces.

Silly Girl...

2012-02-16T13:36:00.000-05:00

Sports are for boys.

The Boy Scouts.

2012-02-16T11:22:00.002-05:00

By the way, none of this is true.

The Advocate.

2012-02-16T01:38:00.000-05:00

Join the Mile-High Club.

2012-02-15T17:18:00.002-05:00

*Partner not included.

"No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us and his love is made complete in us."

2012-02-15T00:15:00.001-05:00

--A Valentine's Day Message from 1 John 4:12.

Make Me Lose Control.

2012-02-15T00:03:00.000-05:00

When I was eight or nine, I went to a day camp called Ashburn Acres. I don't really know much about it--but it was where ALL the kids who mattered in Winston-Salem went (that's why I was there, of course).

Anyway, I remember that our counselors were so cool because they wore shirts that said, "STAFF" across the backs.

At any rate, this song came out that summer, and I still remember the teenagers singing it.

Even the Deeze Loves Rob Leebertson.

2012-02-14T23:42:00.002-05:00

"Wonder Years is on."

2012-02-14T23:37:00.001-05:00

--Graham, on why he was leaving Facebook chat.

Man Chain.

2012-02-14T23:36:00.002-05:00

Check out this manly key chain.

Note the Swiss Army USB Drive. That's how badass I am.

Rice Cakes.

2012-02-14T23:35:00.002-05:00

My mamma bought me a bag of rice cakes. They're apple-cinnamon. I put peanut butter on them. It was good.

I'm So Fit.

2012-02-14T23:33:00.000-05:00

Here's what I did tonight in the pool:

500 Freestyle
100 Kick
400 Freestyle Pull
100 Kick
300 Stroke/Free by 50s
100 Kick
200 Freestyle Pull
100 Kick
100 Freestyle Swim
100 Kick
100 Freestyle Swim Cool-down

That's 2000 yards, or 1.13 miles. Where's my BSA Mile Swim Patch?

Flash Drive.

2012-02-14T23:29:00.000-05:00

Here's my old flash drive. I don't need it anymore, because the new one came.

Oh, and if you're curious why I have this one, it's because one day in class, Graham "borrowed" my LexisNexis flash drive, and I never saw it again. So Steph and I went shopping one night for this one. But now it's history.

Losing Popularity.

2012-02-14T23:25:00.002-05:00

"There's only room for one blog. Look who got replaced!!"

--An e-mail from Andrew S.

Lawyers.

2012-02-14T23:24:00.002-05:00

"That IS some funny shit right there. And That took some time and planning! Someone def has time on their hands. "

2012-02-14T23:23:00.001-05:00

--Shawn, on the video below.

I drive a Fusion.

2012-02-14T22:51:00.002-05:00

Oh, don't be confused from the previous post. I drive a Fusion, NOT a Focus.

I AM DYING.

2012-02-14T22:51:00.000-05:00

This is the FUNNIEST thing I have seen in a long time. It's from Rob Leebertson's blog, Felling Out.

You have GOT to watch it right now.

Let's Try This Again.

2012-02-14T16:40:00.000-05:00

Here's another letter I sent to the NC Board of Law Examiners. Hopefully this is everything that they need.

My Valentine.

2012-02-14T16:37:00.002-05:00

Here's a picture of my Valentine.

The Faculty Spoof.

2012-02-14T11:09:00.001-05:00

So I'm coordinating the annual 3L Faculty Spoof at school this year. Here's the e-mail I wanted to send out to my classmates:

Dear 3Ls,

It’s hard to believe that it’s almost time to graduate, but graduation day will be here before we know it (at least for most of us. For some of you, better luck next time). It’s time to start planning the annual Faculty Spoof. Each year, the graduating class at Charlotte Law plans an evening to mock, tease, imitate and otherwise embarrass the members of the faculty that have meant so much to us (and taught us so much) over the past three years.

This year, the tentative date for the annual Faculty Spoof is Friday, May 11 at 7:00 pm. That night, we’ll get together one last time at school for an evening of food, drinks (because otherwise you guys won’t show up), fellowship and laughs as we remember the past three years together and celebrate our accomplishments. We’ll finish up early enough in the evening for everyone to head out for more pre-graduation celebrations.

But we need help writing the script and people who are willing to poke fun at their favorite professors (don’t worry—exams will be over by then). If you’re interested in helping, please e-mail Lee Robertson at xxxxxxxxxx@students.charlottelaw.edu. This will be one of our most memorable nights together! But we need to start planning for it today!

But here's the e-mail they made me send out:

Dear Fellow 3Ls,

It’s hard to believe that it’s almost time to graduate, but graduation day will be here before we know it. It’s also time to start planning the annual Faculty Spoof. Each year, the graduating class at CharlotteLaw plans an evening of good-natured mockery and imitations of the faculty that have meant so much to us (and taught us so much) over the past three years.

This year, the tentative date for the Faculty Spoof is Friday, May 11, at 7:00pm. That night, we’ll get together one last time at school for an evening of food, drinks, fellowship, and laughs as we remember the past three years together and celebrate our accomplishments. We’ll finish up early enough in the evening for everyone to head out for other pre-graduation celebrations with family and friends.

But we need help writing the script…especially people who are willing to poke fun at their favorite professors (don’t worry—exams will be over by then). If you’re interested in helping, please email Lee Robertson at xxxxxxxxxxx@students.charlottelaw.edu. This will be one of our most memorable nights together. But we need to start planning for it today!

I think mine was better. Nevertheless, I need help with this thing. So e-mail me.

"This morning Barbara ate more butter paper from the trashcan. I am renaming her Paula Dean."

2012-02-14T09:38:00.002-05:00

--An e-mail from Merdeezy.

Yosef Goes Skiing.

2012-02-14T02:34:00.001-05:00

Here's my friend Wren as Yosef. When Eli was Yosef, I don't think she ever went skiing.

"She isn't alive."

2012-02-13T23:38:00.002-05:00

--A text from Meredith, when I texted her Helen Keller's Tweet.

"Helen Keller just Tweeted, 'Today I ran into an old friend. And some tables. And a wall.'"

2012-02-13T23:33:00.002-05:00

--A text from Merdeezy, about Helen Keller's Twitter page. VERY FUNNY, and I don't care who you are.

13.

2012-02-13T22:02:00.001-05:00

Thirteen. That's the number of people who either said, "Hey Rob Leebertson" to me today, or who told me how "funny" his blog is.

Yea...on Opposite Day.

"i deleted rob leebertson he is not my friend"

2012-02-13T18:08:00.001-05:00

--An e-mail from Steph. She's the best.

Imitation is the Highest Form of Flattery.

2012-02-13T17:53:00.001-05:00

Imitation, they say, is the highest form of flattery. This, I think, is true. You may have read before on this blog about a website called LeeCheck.org. LeeCheck.org was created by a couple of my classmates last year and was supposed to be a way for them to "fact check" the stories in my blog. Evidently they believe that I embellish the stories here, or at least spin them in such a way as to make me look good, and decided that the best way to correct these inaccuracies was to create a separate blog that laid it all out for the public to read.

Woodward and Bernstein these guys weren't, however, and their blog dried up from lack of curiosity by the blog-reading public, I guess. The last update was made on April 19, 2011--almost a full year ago. I guess the authors decided they had bigger fish to fry and had given up on the idea of competing with Falling Up.

I thought they'd given up, that is, until today. This morning, I received a Facebook friend request from Rob Leebertson, a name that sounds eerily similar to my own. Intrigued (because what else would I be), I accepted the request, and found an entire Facebook profile promoting the blog Felling Out.
In fact, Rob Leebertson had posted on the walls of each of his seventeen friends (seventeen of my friends, I might add), a recommendation that they visit his new blog.

So, I clicked the link...and was taken to a blog, that, sure enough, was dedicated entirely to making fun of me. That's it. And nothing else. Rob Leebertson's entire point in making this blog was to mock me and/or Falling Up. That's it.

Now, I suppose I should be insulted. I mean, really. After all, Rob Leebertson calls me vain and pompous more than once. But how insulted can I be, really, when someone has taken the time to 1) create a fake Facebook profile about me, 2) created a blog making fun of my blog, and 3) created (as of this post) SIXTEEN posts making fun of me? Clearly, this someone actually just wants my attention and is willing to invest several hours of his life making sure that he gets it.

What's more, his posts are actually funny. See, the thing about my blog is that it's rarely (if ever, actually) serious. It's only here as a way for me to laugh at the stupid things that happen in my life. Most often, these are things that I've done or problems I've caused, so really, this is just a blog about what a big idiot I actually am. Rob Leebertson, then, has actually just created a blog that does exactly what my blog does--make fun of me. Rob Leebertson, as it turns out, is actually quite witty (although not nearly as witty as the original). Here are a few of my favorite posts:

Some of these pictures were even stolen directly from my blog!

Now, if you're curious who the author of this blog is, well, it's actually a lawyer that evidently has NOTHING else to do with his time than create fake Facebook profiles and write blogs. That's okay, though. I don't mind. But here's hoping business picks up!

Merdeezy had a Wreck!

2012-02-13T17:24:00.002-05:00

Someone rear-ended Merdeezy today. Everyone is okay, thankfully!

"I sent you both."

2012-02-13T17:12:00.000-05:00

--Steph, to the professor today in class. She wanted him (and the rest of us) to know that she was the one that sent him that oh-so-important article.

Teacher's Pet.

"I am not worried about fighting you. I have an unlimited supply of round houses and have no hesitations about using them. My only problem is deciding whether to use my left foot or right foot. "

2012-02-13T15:40:00.002-05:00

--An e-mail from Brennan.

"You should eat the rest of this pie. The crust has trans fat in it. And you're fat."

2012-02-13T15:40:00.000-05:00

--A Facebook message from Eric.

This later resulted in him being restricted, which resulted in me being unfriended.

But we made up, and are friends again.

Clever.

2012-02-13T13:20:00.002-05:00

"I got a 4.0 in grad school."

2012-02-13T12:19:00.000-05:00

--Overheard from this group of students discussing their pre-law school successes in between classes.

Two things about this: 1) you both have rolling suitcases. And 2) "I got a 4.0 in grad school" is ALWAYS code for, "But I'm failing out of law school." And everyone knows it.

This conversation has continued...evidently the professor has told this lady that she talks to much in class and that she should "give other people a chance to answer." But, as she told her friends, she "doesn't talk a lot in class."

Yes, yes you do. You're what's known as a gunner. No one likes gunners.

Rob Leebertson?

2012-02-13T10:19:00.000-05:00

So this person added me on Facebook today. I mean, really.

Someone is going to get sued.

Ha.

2012-02-13T01:24:00.000-05:00

The Woman in Black.

2012-02-13T01:14:00.000-05:00

Today, Steph, Sarah Beth and I went to see The Woman in Black. It's that new movie with Harry Potter as the main character (not Harry Potter; the actor that plays Harry Potter in the movies). Anyway, it's a decent movie. It's not the greatest--as Steph pointed out, there's really nothing original in the entire thing--it's made up of plot pieces from lots of other horror movies. But it's jumpy, so it's got that going for it.

Thankfully, though, we went during the day, so our tickets were only $7.50. Although, that's down at Phillip's Place. Had we gone someplace around my house, we would have only paid $4.50 for a matinee ticket. Of course, there are no frozen fountains on this side of town.

But the thing about going down to South Charlotte--South Charlotte children. See, children down in South Charlotte grow up spoiled. As a result, they're not the most enjoyable creatures to be around. So their parents, who understandably get tired of them, drop them off at places like SouthPark Mall or the movie theater.

And that means the rest of us are stuck dealing with their ridiculousness. Like today, for example, in the front row of the theater were two boys, probably twelve or thirteen. Want to know something about twelve or thirteen year old boys? They're annoying. Every. Single. One. They suck. For starters, they say stupid things. And then they think that every stupid thing they say is the funniest thing ever. And they laugh. What adds fuel to their fire is when twelve and thirteen year old Hannah Montanas get around them and laugh as these asinine comments. It's a vicious cycle. I know this, because I used to run a Boy Scout camp. You know who comes to Boy Scout camp? Twelve and thirteen year old boys.

Well, anyway, these two idiot kids in the front row thought that they needed to shriek at every sort-of scary part of this movie. And then they'd laugh uncontrollably. This lasted for at least the first hour, until two middle-age women sitting near them walked out, muttering "You're ruining it for everyone else." The women never came back (so I suspect they really had other reasons for leaving), but I think the kids got the point. At least for a minute. But then, two of their stupid girlfriends came RUNNING in to see them. Keep in mind, we're still in the middle of a movie. So then the four of these little Einsteins had a conversation about something stupid (probably Pokemon) before the girls (who kept laughing at these mini-tools) ran out. I guess that must have gotten all their obnoxiousness out of them, because they seemed to settle down for the rest of the movie.

Yegh. I hate kids.

The Rock.

2012-02-13T00:56:00.002-05:00

Scenes from Andrew's drive back to Wilson...

It's the Rockingham County Speedway, which used to be a big deal. Now, it's not so much.

Lee the Plumber.

2012-02-13T00:55:00.000-05:00

So I'm a plumber. At least, I will be.

I've been having problems with the hot water heater at my house. I'm going to change out the pressure relief valve this week, which will solve the problem. I've just been reluctant to do so, because it's going to take a lot of my time.

Oh, and if you're wondering; that rubber-sealant-in-a-can shit they sell on TV? Yea, don't buy it. It's expensive. And messy. And not all that effective.

GROSS.

2012-02-13T00:49:00.001-05:00

This is the grossest thing ever. Andrew sent it to me. It's a scientific study about the way your body digests Ramen (and other processed foods) vs. natural foods.

GROSS.

Law School.

2012-02-12T21:07:00.002-05:00

Amazing.

2012-02-12T20:34:00.000-05:00

I can't embed this, but click here and watch it. It's amazing. Thanks for sharing, Steph.

Too Soon?

2012-02-12T10:36:00.002-05:00

Happy Birthday, Amanda!

2012-02-12T10:35:00.001-05:00

It's Amanda's birthday week, so a few of us went out on Saturday night to celebrate.

Creshin.

2012-02-12T01:37:00.000-05:00

Look at Creshin go!

He made fun of me for all my typos when I was class scribe. So then he had to do it. Sadly, he had no typos. But when you spend every Friday and Saturday night on Reddit, of course you're going to be a skilled typist.

I'll be hiring a secretary in a few years, Creshin. Be sure to apply.

Tech Support.

2012-02-12T01:34:00.000-05:00

On Friday morning, my mom called me and asked if I could by the house and look at the printer. Evidently, Eli had a job interview and was trying to print off copies of her resume, but he printer wasn't printing. Now, I had JUST set this printer up only a few weeks prior, so I knew (barring someone throwing it down the stairs) that everything was working just fine.

I didn't understand why it wasn't printing. Of course, Eli's interview was in an hour, and there was no way I could get to the house and get it fixed before she had to go. So instead, she had to go down to the office to print off her resume.

Today, with the house to myself, I went over to finish connecting the VCR/DVD player to the new TV downstairs and see if I could troubleshoot the printer. It took me exactly three seconds to diagnose the problem: someone had disconnected the printer's USB cable from the computer. That was it.

I plugged it back, and three seconds later, it began shooting out SEVENTEEN (that's 1-7) copies of her resume.

What would they do without me?!?

Lee Qui Qui Robertson.

2012-02-12T01:23:00.000-05:00

Today, I ran to the mailbox, hoping that my Swiss Army USB Flashdrive would have arrived. It had not. Instead, I found this catalog, addressed to Lee Qui Qui Robertson.

I mean, really. I''m not sure what's worse: the fact that one of my "friends" actually took the time to sign me up for a catalog that deals in women's wigs and hats or the fact that this company just assumed my name was "Lee Qui Qui Robertson."

As Seen on TV!

2012-02-12T01:07:00.002-05:00

Look at what I ordered:

Now, if only I had a leak to fix...

Eli's First Byline!

2012-02-12T01:06:00.000-05:00

Check this out--Eli started a new job on Monday with the Stanly News and Press--the local newspaper for Stanly County, North Carolina.

Her first day was Monday, and on Thursday, she already had three articles in the paper, including one on the first page, above the fold.

Congratulations, Eli!

Ohhhh, and if you're not sure where Stanly County is (it's the home to the Town of Albemarle), then here's an example of the people that one can usually expect to encounter while there:

Definition of "Barbara."

2012-02-12T01:00:00.003-05:00

Freaky Facebook Stati.

2012-02-12T01:00:00.000-05:00

This is just freaky.

Merdeezy and Dad Watch Basketball.

2012-02-12T00:55:00.000-05:00

For Christmas, my sister bought her and my dad tickets to the UNC game today in Chapel Hill. Here they are--you can see my dad scheming on how to collect souvenir cups (he managed to get three).

Another Words Victory.

2012-02-12T00:52:00.000-05:00

Andrew can't keep up. No matter how smart of a lawyer he is.

My DVDs.

2012-02-12T00:51:00.000-05:00

This is half of my DVD collection. I keep all my DVDs in my DVD closet downstairs. It was supposed to be a bathroom, but was built as a closet instead.

This is perfect--as a result, the house will NEVER sell (because there's no bathroom downstairs) AND I have an entire closet for nothing but DVDs.

Oh, and if you're wondering, YES they are in alphabetical order.

Lunch with Andrew S.

2012-02-12T00:48:00.000-05:00

On Friday, I made Andrew S. buy me lunch at Cracker Barrel to make up for being a dick the other weekend. He didn't want to, but he did.

Also, why was there a knife in my chair?

"Dad is plotting how we can get cups."

2012-02-11T14:19:00.001-05:00

--A text from Merdeezy, who is at the UNC game with my dad.

"I sound like a dictator."

2012-02-09T17:24:00.001-05:00

--Mallory, on the potential graduation party.

"Important Bar Question"

2012-02-09T15:53:00.003-05:00

--The subject line of the e-mail I sent the bar passage counselor at school today.

Inside, it said, "Did you watch the game last night? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

He went to UNC, and I knew he wouldn't open any e-mail that referenced UNC.

I'm so clever.

Score!

2012-02-09T11:06:00.000-05:00

Victory!

2012-02-09T10:56:00.002-05:00

My day just keeps getting made over and over and over...

What a Deal!

2012-02-09T10:30:00.003-05:00

Amanda Waits.

2012-02-09T02:09:00.000-05:00

She looks like a kid waiting for something.

"But mom! I'm tired of waiting! MOM! Can we go now mom?!? Can we go? MOM!"

Hi, Barb.

2012-02-09T02:07:00.002-05:00

A Barbaradate...

Oh, but it IS a word...

2012-02-09T02:06:00.002-05:00

Note that I'm playing this game with Amanda's mom.

More Parking Wars.

2012-02-09T02:04:00.000-05:00

But you know, before you get on me about my parking jobs, let's talk about the fact that there was a Charlotte-Mecklenburg school bus at school today. A school bus. And not the Gold Rush buses that real people ride.

No, this was a real school bus. Like that kids ride. WTF? Maybe CSL decided that we need more people at school, so they've opened up an elementary school in the Courtroom?

Thanks for sending me this picture, Ashley!

Parking Wars.

2012-02-09T01:50:00.000-05:00

Today, I arrived at school just before my 12:30 class. Of course, this is prime 1L class time, which meant EVERY SINGLE SPACE at school was full. Driving around the parking lot, vainly looking for a space, I even saw a student in a pickup truck hop the curb and park in the grass. (No doubt no one told him he couldn't do that).

But there wasn't a visitor space, or even a handicap space to be had. I left the parking lot, and drove over to Satellite Lot #1. I drove through that tiny lot looking for a place, but was instead met by a security guard in his electric car frantically waving his arms at me to tell me that "THERE ARE NO SPACES HERE!" either. Dejectedly, I drove over to Satellite Lot #2. This lot was half-full, so I was able to find a space, but it was far, far, far away from the building. The security guard drove over in his car and offered me a ride, but I still had a few minutes, and it wasn't raining (although threatening to any minute), so I thanked him, but said I'd walk.

Between classes, I went to get a snack, and decided to park in the main lot. By this time, it was just about empty. I guess I didn't exercise enough precision in turning into the space. Before I knew it, a picture of my poorly parked car was circulating on Facebook.

And, after reading my rants about the broken printers at school, one of my friends created this for the Facebook world to see.

That's not even that bad of a parking job. And anyway, what law student has time to make posters of my car in the parking lot?

No. No I am not.

2012-02-08T18:18:00.003-05:00

Alas, I won't be "saving you as a friend."

Yes, Indeed.

2012-02-08T17:25:00.000-05:00

Awesome.

2012-02-08T17:21:00.001-05:00

Look at what I bought:

It's a Swiss Army brand USB drive. I'm going to be the most rugged kid in the computer lab. Not only that, but it has a retractable ball point pen.

Oh, I ordered this through a site called The Clymb, which is a members-only site that sells outdoor and camping gear at really low prices.

If you're interested in joining, click here.

Dear CharlotteLaw IT:

2012-02-08T14:39:00.000-05:00

I have a question: what exactly do you people do all day long? I only ask this because I needed to print something today at school. And, as has been the case with just about EVERY OTHER DAY that I've ever needed to print something, the printers aren't working.

Both of the ones on the third floor are down. At least two in the library aren't working. The one on the fourth floor cannot connect to the network.

Why? Why is this? Why do I pay $35,000 a year to come to a school that makes no effort to ensure that students are able to print when they need to? It's a law school, people. It stands to reason that at a law school, people will need access to printers.

I have an idea: Why don't all the IT people go work on IT things, like the printers? Then, we'd be able to print. I mean really.

In Honor of the Game...

2012-02-08T14:35:00.001-05:00

I have reposted this:

Even MORE UNC.

2012-02-08T14:29:00.002-05:00

More UNC.

2012-02-08T14:28:00.002-05:00

Carolina Blue.

2012-02-08T14:26:00.002-05:00

"Her GPA was a .98. That's not a typo. .98."

2012-02-08T13:45:00.001-05:00

--Andrew, on one of his friends.

Internet Fights.

2012-02-08T12:02:00.002-05:00

"Good news: Rick Santorum won two primaries tonight, so maybe you'll get to vote for him for president."

2012-02-07T23:07:00.000-05:00

--An irate Chris, on who I should vote for.

Also, he says he is going to sue me.

Make Chris Mad: Vote for Pat McCrory!

2012-02-07T22:58:00.001-05:00

At Least I'm Not Quirky.

2012-02-07T22:43:00.000-05:00

Here's my cabinet in my kitchen.

For a Few of My Friends.

2012-02-07T22:40:00.002-05:00

Cars at the AutoBell.

2012-02-07T17:08:00.000-05:00

I got my car washed today at the AutoBell. Check out these cars that were there, too:

Those are some nice rims on that 1990s Town Car. The windows were tinted, too. I'm sure their business is perfectly legit.

I wonder how much of my money this CMS employee spent to have her school system car cleaned?

Funny.

2012-02-07T14:04:00.002-05:00

Civil Rights.

2012-02-07T14:03:00.002-05:00

Barb Goes to Bed.

2012-02-07T10:04:00.002-05:00

New Pocketknife.

2012-02-07T10:03:00.000-05:00

Weekend.

2012-02-06T18:16:00.000-05:00

This weekend--despite the fact that it was Super Bowl weekend--turned out to be really, really lame.

Well, not Friday. Friday was a lot of fun. On Friday, I had lunch with my friend Sara (who I haven't seen in months). She's leaving in a few days for four months in Italy, so I'm glad I was able to catch up with her before she did. We went to Zoe's Kitchen, which was good. I went to swim after that, and then Erinique and I had dinner at Three Amigos. She was at the library and wanted a break from studying. This worked out well, since I was leaving the Y around the same time she wanted to go eat.

On Saturday, I met Kirby and Katie for lunch. We went to Little Richard's BBQ. It was okay--but not great. I think once one has eaten Lexington BBQ, one is ruined for BBQ anywhere else. Little Richard's is "Lexgington-Style" BBQ, and I suppose that it is, but it's not nearly as good. And they have Pepsi, which sucks.

Later that afternoon, I went down to the Y to try and swim. I guess Saturday afternoon is the designated day for everyone who cannot swim to come to the Y and try. What this means, of course, is that those of us that can swim are stuck trying to share lanes with them. I'm going to write more about this later--but after only doing a 600 (that's like 24 lengths), I had to get out. The woman I was sharing a lane with didn't know how to swim, and couldn't figure out that she only had half the lane (at the Y, when there are two people in a lane, each person takes half the lane; that way, two people of different abilities can both use the lane at the same time). Instead, she ended up on my side more than on hers. And what's worse--every time she ran into me, she told me to watch out. Right, Lady. I'm the problem. You swim like you've had a stroke, but I'm the problem. Whatever.

Later that evening, I ordered a medium pizza from Papa John's. It was awesome. But when I was in the bathtub later that night, I started to feel sick. So sick, in fight, that by the time I got out, I felt like I'd been hit by a truck. I tried to sleep, but woke up a few hours later and felt like I was going to throw up. Now, I rarely get sick. When I claim to be "sick," that's normally just code for tired. But I really never get actually sick, and I certainly never throw up. In fact, the last time I threw up was in the summer of 2003 when a virus tore through summer camp, and Homer gave it to me (probably intentionally).

Anyway, on Saturday night, I woke up in the middle of the night, and somehow made my way to the bathroom. I guess I must have fallen asleep on the floor or something, because the next thing I remember, I was throwing up all over the bathtub. Throwing up. All over my bathtub. I cannot tell you how gross this was. Three times I did this! Three times!

I slept on and off the rest of the night until the next morning when I called my mom to tell her I was sick. The best thing about living near your parents, even if you are 31 years old? Your dad will bring you supplies when you're sick. He came over with several things of Gatorade, 7-Up and Saltine crackers. So for the rest of the day, I just laid in bed. I didn't throw up again, which was good, but I didn't do anything else. In fact, I managed to sleep through the Super Bowl. I didn't care too much about the game (although Hakeem Nicks went to Independence when I was a teacher there; this is him with Coach Knotts, who was the coach at Independence when he was on the team). I wanted to watch the commercials, though, but I fell asleep at 7:00, and the next thing I knew, it was 11:00. The Super Bowl was over.

But just as quickly as it came, my virus left, and when I woke up this morning, I was feeling 100% better!

Chris is from Here.

2012-02-06T17:43:00.000-05:00

Then again, my mom lived here for a while, too.

I found this here.

Woman Tasered in Front of Daughter After Cutting McDonalds Drive-Thru Line

North Carolina deputies say they used a Taser on a woman in front of her 3-year-old daughter after she cut the McDonalds drive-thru line and refused to move when she was denied service.

Employees at the McDonalds in Hope Mills, N.C., refused to serve Evangeline Lucca and told her to go to the back of the line. Lucca, 37, refused to move, and blocked the drive-thru for 20 minutes before police arrived on the scene, authorities said.

When deputies arrived, Lucca was "defiant," "would not get off McDonalds property," and was "threatening the deputies," according to Debbie Tanna, a public information officer for the Cumberland County Sherriff's Office.

Customer Anthony Rich, who was in the parking lot during the incident, told the Fay Observer that Lucca was Tasered twice.

"Two or three officers entered the car with her and started trying to forcibly drag her out of the car, and that's when you could hear the clicking sound of the Taser one time," Rich told the Fay Observer.

"They pulled on her a couple of times, and then they Tased her again, and when they Tased her the second time, she just flopped out of the car like a fish."

Tanna told ABC News that Lucca was "drive Tased in her side," which means deputies did not deploy the prongs from the Taser, they just gave Lucca an electric shock.

Lucca's daughter, who was in the car, was taken into protective custody.

Lucca was charged with second-degree trespassing, authorities said. Tanna said the woman was in custody, and would remain there until she pays her bond.

Birds of a Feather Flock Together.

2012-02-06T17:32:00.001-05:00

Today, at the graduation meeting, they handed out information about purchasing all the things we need for graduation.

They have frames we can buy for our diplomas. Here's a picture of the brochure:

There are three samples: one from Peirce College, one from the University of North Carolina and one from Kaplan University.

No one has ever heard of Peirce College, so I looked it up. It's a two-year trade school in Pennsylvania.

Kaplan University is a completely online school.

I think we know why UNC fits in here.

Souvenir Tassels.

2012-02-06T17:04:00.000-05:00

Oh look--in addition to my cap and gown, I can also order a souvenir tassel. You know, to hang on the rear view mirror of my windshield! Just like high school!

I had one when I was in high school. In my Camaro.

Degree Level: Doctorate.

2012-02-06T17:02:00.000-05:00

I ordered my cap and gown for graduation. And by ordered, I mean I paid $60 to rent it for three hours. $60. To rent it. For three hours.

Again, I have to RENT my cap and gown for graduation for $60.

I Know What I'm Doing Tonight!

2012-02-06T12:58:00.002-05:00

"My dad's accountant is a woman. I hope she knows what she's doing."

2012-02-06T12:33:00.002-05:00

--A text from Andrew S.

Oh, and here he is with his brother, circa a few years ago. They were fat fats.

"How is that not illegal?"

2012-02-06T12:31:00.002-05:00

--An e-mail from Logan, about the school's new program with Johnson C. Smith University.

Law School.

2012-02-06T11:46:00.002-05:00

More Weird Things in the Mail.

2012-02-06T11:45:00.000-05:00

Why did I receive a wig catalogue in the mail? I assume this goes along with the fake hair samples I got the other day? Of all the weird things I've gotten in the mail, this is one of the weirdest.

What is going on?

I realize I'm losing my hair. But I'm not going to a wear a wig. Who has decided that this is a good idea for me? Or maybe I could wear one. Maybe this month's "Style of the Month" is the one for me.