We interrupt my tirade on law exams to bring you happiness
My gold Rue de Pacoima watch has finally arrived!!!
It's marketed under the Juicy Couture brand and made by Swiss luxury watch company Movado, which as we all know are renowned for their Museum Watch Series, its original Museum timepiece being the first wrist watch ever to be featured in the New York's Museum of Modern Art in 1969.
Seeking a cat with a healthy appetite for rude study material
Law Stuff: I see you are not paying me any attention.
Me: Yes, I am reading up on health disorders that cause fatigue and insomnia at the same time because I am a hypochondriac with deep-seated psychological issues and a preference for useless, irrelevant knowledge.
Law Stuff: It is 4.30AM, and you have spent 6 hours trying to sleep. I also somehow possess the knowledge that this is the time when humans are commonly dormant.
Me: Adrenal fatigue.
Law Stuff: I am not Medical Stuff.
Me: It says here, apparently "ignored and untreated by the medical community, ... Adrenal Fatigue is a health disorder that can affect anyone who experiences persistent or severe emotional or physical stress."
Law Stuff: What could possibly be the source of your persistent and severe emotional and physical stress?
Me: Maybe breathing. Or being alive in general. WHO KNOWS.
Law Stuff: Yeah, I've tried being lively and all but it is way too difficult for Law Stuff like me to do that.
Me: I know, right? I should stop expecting you to be remotely interesting because I usually end up disappointed and also why am I talking to you?
Law Stuff: Tee hee. I capture you with much moral turpitude and toy with you in the palm of my sadistic, unconscionable, metaphorical hand.
Me: I peer around my room, seeking a sharp instrument with which to terminate my wretched existence.
Law Stuff: You fail and in forlorn resignation begin paying attention to me instead.
Oh yeah. Join me as I savor what most likely marks the first time in five years (and the second time in twenty) that I have failed a paper. I've considered suicide but it is seriously too much of a hassle to kill oneself and besides, it is illegal and I am a thoroughly law-abiding citizen except when I watch the occasional pirated video. So instead of stabbing myself with a toothpick, Imma try this new thing out to combat law school induced depression, and it's called Giving Thanks For The Little Things!
I'll start with the obvious ones. Neptune, who is undoubtedly the one I will spend the rest of my life with. I know you disillusioned old fogies will laugh at me and be all, oh, you're twenty, what do you know? Well, I will let you know what I have always known when Neptune and I celebrate our 50th anniversary -- if you're still alive by then.
I give thanks for Neptune's family, who treats me as one of their own and whom I owe lots of money but can never seem to return enough money to because they always insist on picking up the tab. All the same, they are like the functional family I never had and I love every moment around them, and feeling included.
Also, I give thanks for my adorably dysfunctional family, who loves me unconditionally except if they were to find out about my political and GLBT-related views, or about my oniomania and shopping sprees, or about how bad my grades really are, or about how likely I am to flunk out of law school because I am stupid that way AND I AM PROUD OF IT! Well, not really, but I'd rather pretend. Please pretend with me.
And thank you Lord for the cute pair of designer jeans I wore today, because the last thing I needed to worry about was whether my fat butt looked fat. Which means, of course, since I even considered how fat my fat butt was, that I did in fact worry about how fat my fat butt looked, which then negates what I'd just said about my jeans, but once again I implore you to be delusional with me because it sometimes gets lonely when I am the only person beating myself up.
Also not forgetting my best friends, one of whom may be in a life-threatening situation and many of whom spent my birthday with their significant others; I love you, you know that right? I also give thanks for each and every one of my friends, the ones who gave me awesome birthday presents, the ones who didn't, the ones who forgot, and most of all the ones who never contact me unless they need something from me.
I am TWO-ZERO you guys!!! I thought it would take me a whole week to get used to the second decade in my life but it's only been five days! That right there? WORLD RECORD.
In celebration of the newfound rights and responsibilities that come with turning twenty, I spent the last five days glancing at a pile of notes that must be pretty important because they have 'IMPORTANT' sticky-noted all over them, but because I am a young adult now with the right to call the shots in my life? I walked right past them and was all, okay, you wait till tomorrow because I am getting old and RUNNING OUT OF TIME. It's like, I never realized how important it was to do all the tiny things that make me feel fulfilled as a person, rather than stick my head in a stack of readings. My priorities have changed! I am wiser now!
Also, I finished an entire video game in ten hours flat, non-stop, all the in-game side quests done. Yes, it makes me feel more complete than if I had spent that time learning all the possible situational permutations that could give rise to a lawsuit.
So I was complaining to my brother and telling him how much I have to study and how little I have studied, and he was all, what's company law about? I started from the basics: The legal construct that every person is a legal entity and therefore it makes sense that they can sue each other, but how company law is peculiar in that the company itself is a separate legal entity under the law, that is, it can hold assets and property and has the legal standing to sue in its own name... Though under some circumstances the law may "lift the corporate veil" and attribute liability to the 'controlling mind(s)' behind the company rather than the company itself..................
Have I lost all of you? Cause I feel like I'm losing interest in myself too. Essentially: Company = abstract concept, law says existent, company can sue like any other person. But if bad guy run company and control company + use it as a mask for devious acts? Law will tear mask away and say NO! Company not responsible. You baddie control company. YOU BADDIE RESPONSIBLE!
And my brother was like, "Oh my god, isn't that common sense?? And I was like, "..." and thought: Do you REALLY want to know about the stuff that does not make sense? And he was like, "Law makes simple things so annoying." And I was like, "Kinda, yeah." And he was like, "Why do you study it!? It's making YOU annoying." And I was like, "...You hurt my feelings."
So much for my birthday. He was really nice to me though, and during lunch he picked the largest piece of meat on his plate said to me, "Here, have more chicken." And I was like, "I guess that's my birthday present." And he replied, "Damn, how didcha guess." And he was serious. So let it be known, internets, that when I become rich enough to give meaning to drafting a will, I will leave him an inheritance constituting ONE PIECE OF CHICKEN. And don't y'all be talkin' no shit 'bout me 'cause we all know that this is how my brother and I express our love for each other, with this one piece of chicken.
1. People who jump on the Support Obama Bandwagon and proceed to label McCain supporters "rascist", "retarded", "shitass motherfuckers" etc.
2. Fucktard Obamanions who believe that Obama is a "Messiah" and proceed to do #1
3. People who jump on the Support McCain Bandwagon and proceed to diss Obamanions for being "unpatriotic", "mindless", "stupid" etc.
4. People who vote for the Republican or Democratic party without caring to look into the individual candidate and his policies, ideals and character
5. Americans who don't give enough of a shit to vote
6. People who feel 'uncomfortable' about supporting Obama because many people around them seem to be on Obama's side, for example:
The reason why I am not a fervent supporter of Obama is: 1) I refuse to be an all-knowing fanboy like these people and 2) he gives me a vague feeling of discomfort. Scott Adams talks about this too. However, my vague feeling of discomfort is justified in that I find it scary that Obama is so charming that he can make everyone in the world believe he is a demi-god without even doing anything...
I wonder who, really, is trying to propagate the notion of him being a demi-god??????? Around half of all American voters don't think he's any sort of god, you know. Plus, I don't find Obama charming at all. Actually, he is kind of ugly imo. His facial features certainly do not align with my notion of physical beauty, and his demeanor does not win me over automatically -- Even though I'm happy he became our President-elect, I still disagree with him on some points (another story for another entry).
7. McCainees who whine and whinge on their blogs about being dissed by Obamanions because those McCainees are for some reason persuaded that it is socially unacceptable to support McCain -- because apparently, according to McCainees, all Obamanions will deem them "rascist", amongst other unlikable adjectives (???) (Don't look at me, that's how their argument goes)
8. The fuckass stupid McCainees who actually believe that Obama is a "faux Messiah" and a "dictator" who will "stop white people from voting" and also "divide America".....
Come on, try Googling a little history and you'll realize that America (like most countries) has always been psychologically divided along socio-economic and political lines during the election buzz. It's called shitass politics, and it happens. Remember high school when A thought B was stupid for wearing that ridiculous outfit, or when C/D/E/F/G ganged up on the rich/smart and socially inept H? Yes, high school is how the real world functions, especially during politically active periods.
Remember the time when it was okay to disagree with (or even dislike) a presidential candidate? ... These days if you disagree with Sen. Obama you're almost immediately called a racist. ... These days expressing a concern about Sen. Obama almost guarantees you get a crash course on English obscenities. ... Within two hours after expressing concerns about Sen. Obama's character on my blog, I was called a racist pig, a right-wing nut, and Hitler. And these were the mildest of labels.
So this poor guy apparently has plenty of trolls on his website, and then he goes and profiles Obamanions based on them trolls... and he wonders why some people conclude that he's stupid? Oh man, you tell me.
More fucktardity, holy crap on a cat's fat red hat:
Sen. Obama has started deliberately dividing the country. ... It's not in the speeches and rallies. It's in the newspapers and the spiteful remarks on the internet forums, in the rhetoric of politicians and the Halloween decorations on the streets, on the t-shirts shamelessly promoting hate, and in the crowds booing people holding a McCain sign.
It's so ironic, I think this article is actually a more genuine attempt to divide America than the election campaigns. Come on now, both sides have their trolls and th
OMG? I just got back after an hour of unwrapping my Juicy Couture shipment which finally arrived today! They are crazyass wrappers, those Juicy people -- I nearly couldn't find a keychain because it was hidden in the depths of a massive overabundance of pink wrapping paper which makes me so happy because it's like Christmas in pink exploding all over my walls (nevermind that they have already been pink for the past two years). I could redecorate my entire room with all that wrapping paper. Anyway oh my goodness I am totally not in the mood for politics right now, plus I sound like such a douchebag when I'm irritated... And I have better things to do! I have to go smell the velour and silver/gold hardware on my new stuff! And also make a nest out of all the pink paper!
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Needs to tell me who made this shoe and where I can go to get my hands on a pair. They're modeled here by Isis from Cycle 11 of America's Next Top Model and, as with most things I pick out, will unfortunately probably cost way more than I afford and make me feel miserable and poor for the next few weeks.
On a separate note, I haven't slept for over a day and I am cranky y'all. Law school is so bad for health. I tried to power nap just now for twenty minutes, except I wasted all of those minutes thinking about the take-home exam questions, and I am also hungry and too busy to eat, and then I tried to sleep for another twenty but my brain was all screaming at me in hunger/fatigue/excitement except it was slurring? ???? So yeah Imma finish this paper and then check myself in somewhere to get my head examined there is some serious shit going on up there I'm telling ya. MMHMM!
I hope you're not allowed on any flights to Asia, too
OH MY GOD I AM SO PISSED OFF. Okay. So I wake Neptune up at an unearthly hour because I can't sleep and I'm feeling the exams tear at my soul with their claws and fangs, right? We watch a movie together (i.e. at the same time, which is as 'together' as you can get when you're miles apart), and then her friends come a-ringing and she has to go off with them to partake in social stuff such as wasting time and eating and whatever.
So I am lonely again, and no normal person is awake at 6AM, and I have NO idea where the insane have gone into hiding -- if you are reading this please let me hide with you and we can build marshmallow furniture and dream of a glamorous career as polka dots -- but anyways I go online and I buy the first thing I spot and like, which happens to be this 175 USD bracelet which is sparkly and pretty. I am about to pay when suddenly I notice that the item has been relisted, and then I get a message from the seller saying: I DO NOT SHIP TO ASIA.
So then I try to breathe, and call upon the calm and the quiet within me because all conflicts can be resolved in a rational way, right? WRONG. Never mind the lack of any hint of apology, I typed a very polite response asking why shehe it wouldn't mail to Asia, and offering to cover shipping costs or have it mailed to a US address. Really, we Asians are like you underneath the strange accents and differently colored skin.
But it replies: "Just my policy."
Right.
So I count to ten and try to make up a list of headings under which I could possibly bring legal action.
Intentional infliction of emotional harm? Racial discrimination? PURE IDIOCY?
Then I consider my options. Should I phone my guys and have it beaten to a pulp? Not good, it could mess my future up, plus I wouldn't have the pleasure of beating it up in person. VIOLENCE IS NEVER THE ANSWER! If you are not there in person to enjoy the view. Plus, it's totally illegal.
So I've drawn a voodoo doll just for it. Would've made it out of cloth or clay but meh, not worth my effort:
Oh look, Racist Asshole! I even bothered to make it white trash like you! I also gave you bobby pin hair, and hopefully cancer. I'll bet you voted for McCain because Obama's African-American. I hope you get a terminal disease and the only way you'd be able to get help? Is to get to an Asian hospital. But then they totally reject you because they think your skin color is icky. And I hope you need an organ transplant but the only suitable match you can find is Asian, and he doesn't want to give you his stuff anyways, not because you are a smelly racist bitch but because you're not Asian. Lastly, I hope you fart loudly and uncontrollably in public except when in the presence of Asians, who avoid you because you smell bad either way, with or without the farting.
Maki can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel...
She can finally get out of the hole, and look to the future...
With America's 44th President: Barack Obama!
Maki smiles from ear to ear! Technically a yawn... But that's just Maki's way of expressing joy. And Mochi is all like, oh my god, you guys, I pass out from the happiness!
And then Maki and Mochi kiss to celebrate! <3 It had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I'd rubbed broccoli on both their noses which usually makes them sniff at and attempt to eat each other's faces.
So I was shopping online for random stuff I don't need, as law students with hefty workloads are wont to do, and guess what I've found!
I like the sound of that, sweetish smack... like bubble gum of lovely color. I might even decide to use it as the title of my autobiography if I should ever write one. Very tastefully cryptic.
Also, my most recent designer indulgence! My name is Angelique, and I am a shopaholic! Well, I didn't always use to be. There was a time in my idealistic youth when I thought fashion was unnecessary bullshit, and now that I am older, I realize that I was absolutely right. But you see, unnecessary bullshit makes the world go round. (Those who can afford it, anyway.) Candy, ice cream, good food, a nice car, a well-furnished home... All utterly unnecessary in the grander scheme of things. But price tags help us put a value on our lives, and lately I've been feeling very-- How should I say it? Diminished by law school, I suppose. Which you should interpret to mean: BEATEN UP LIKE CRAZEH.
So anyways. I made my recent order directly from the Juicy Couture website even though I could have gotten it cheaper from other upscale departmental stores, simply because part of the point of buying branded is that you get to spend a lot of money on things you don't really need. It's not really the tangibility of a bag, nope. It's the experience of being able to waste money, not feel guilty about it and then show it off. It's about indulgence.
Also, for those of you who might be interested, eBay has a whole lot of Juicy Couture, but I didn't get mine off eBay because it is well-known imho for fakes, and I am at a time in my life where I do not want to deal with the hassle of threatening lawsuits to get my money back from fraudulent traders. It has happened once in the past, and I had to write a not-very-nice letter to the effect of: Even though I would really hate to, I intend to sue you, and I am deeply sorry. Except I didn't apologize quite as sincerely. And in the end the person decided to act in the conscience of her no doubt honest heart, which made me happy because it would be so time-consuming to go to court and all. Plus I would have to represent myself because I've spent all my money on bags and can't afford to spend any on lawyers.
Interestingly, I discovered Juicy Couture some time back when I was randomly surfing the net (yet again) and found a video made by a very angry chick who complained about Juicy's trashiness and how she feels disgusted that the trashy girls at her school own the same purses she does. I happen to purchase some of my lingerie from trashy.com so I totally embrace the trashy; the best thing about this social construct called fashion, from what little I know of it, is that it makes no apologies. You can wear whatever you want to be. Oh look at me being deep and profound.
Where was I?
Oh yeah, the trashy. Some Juicy Couture stuff has color combinations that are unacceptable to me (such as brown trim on lots and lots of blinding yellow) but this one in Baby Fluffy Velour Shoulder Bag, in Juicy Couture's signature baby pink and deep brown, is just a little trashy with just a little hint of glamorous:
Mine for just 195 USD, in addition to really high shipping and handling costs. Americans, did Singapore not sign a Free Trade Agreement with you guys!? Honestly, your stores should give Singaporeans some sort of advantage when it comes to shipping costs. Or at least me, because I am helping your economy by pouring my money into your country: Over 95% of my monthly purchases are from America, even when there are cheaper alternatives from other countries, and let it be known that it is because I love America. Wouldn't help you much if I went broke from the exorbitant shipping costs, now would it?
I've been planning for a really long time to write an entry on the many purses I own (Neptune's idea), but I'm waiting for three more handbags to come home from America with Neptune in about a month.
I love bags, I love bags so much, I love bags and I seriously, seriously I SRSLY need professional help, that is how serious my problem is. It's like, I hang out with Neptune and I randomly look at my arm and go, oh my god you are such a cute bag. And then Neptune feels left out of the interesting dialogue between my bag and me and then I have to reassure her with "I really love you more than I love bags!" which is true except when we quarrel, and then Neptune falls flat face first onto the ground because she can't believe that I might actually value her above my handbags.
It's raining noodles! Hallelujah! And the noodles shall inherit the earth!
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