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Let's see. I graduate from law school on Saturday. I move back to Texas on Tuesday. And yet I have to spend all day today writing a paper on regional land-use planning. Gah.

Anyway, I hope you all have checked out today's ruling by the California Supreme Court. Gay marriage is legalized in California. Oh, something about equal protection under the law makes me all misty-eyed. Sniff. Of joy.

Between this and the Edwards endorsement yesterday, gosh, I just get the feeling this is going to be a magical year.

That's one hundred thirty three thousand two hundred twenty four dollars.

If anyone's planning on jumping off a cliff, let me know, and we could do it in tandem.

Over text:

emma: Why does jesse spano always have to go wash her hair

It is UNFATHOMABLE to me why people continue to think they won't die in those tiny death planes.

Stop it! If you an accountant, the son of a president, or anyone else who is NOT a real pilot, cut it out!!!!

Also, Dan says that it would be ridiculous if we brought Daisy to the hike & bike trail and pulled her in a wagon when she got tired. I can't see how that's true.

Dear Spitzer,

I want your brain to be examined by scientists. I want to understand your psyche. My only moral problem with what you did is the cheating on your wife. I am pro-legalization, as you could imagine. It's not so much that I'm "pro-whore" (TM Megan), but that I'm pro-union, and I want those women organized. Anyhoo, Spitzer, wtf. You could have been anything you wanted. Did you not know what this would do to you? Did you think you wouldn't get caught? Were you concerned at all about the raging hypocrisy? You went to law school, did you not think arranging transport across state lines would be a federal offense? I'm so confused.You're killin' me, Spitzer. Also, you're the governor of New York and only a little goofy-looking considering you're a politician, could you not get it for free?

Gah,
rl

1. When people type too loudly.
2. Buses that come early.
3. When people smoke in the screened-in front porch of our non-smoking building.
4. When people leave the front door of our building unlocked. Our neigborhood is way too sketch for that.

"Omg, Hannah...hold onto Jesus"-Emma after watching Miley "for the love of god, you're richer than an Olsen, fix your wonky-ass teeth" Cyrus on Barbara Walter's Oscar Special. I wasn't watching it so I have no idea what the context is.

Things that annoy me:

1. When people don't get off elevators fast enough.
2. When people stand too close to me. If I shift my weight and any part of my person touches you, including backpacks, TOO CLOSE.
3. When I'm listening to all the Spoon albums in a row at a normal volume and then Girls Can Tell starts at a crazy volume, and it's like, yes we know you're the best, show don't tell.
4. Speaking of which, I am super annoyed that Spoon is playing Kansas City and NOT Minneapolis. Britt, fire your booking agent, or I might begin to take all the slights personally.
5. CAUCUSES. And superdelegates.
6. Time travel in any artistic representation. And in general. If it really existed, it would annoy me then too.
7. When "independents" (which is a nonsensical category anyway) say they like both Obama and McCain.
8. Independents.
9. Dudes on the bus who spread their legs so much they're all up in your personal space when they sit next to you on the bus, or anywhere really with joined seats. It's very hostile. No one really thinks you're packing enough to justify that space, guy.
10. Having to pay $40 to rent a cap and gown.

"What’s next, McCain appoints Britney Spears as internal secretary of bad British accents?"
-Kim

My parents are obsessed with Michelle Valles:

I'm on the phone with them and I hear KXAN news on in the background,
My mother: Oh, my word...
Me: What is Michelle wearing?
My mother: She looks like she's on the way to a funeral of one of her discotheque friends.

What else? I voted for Obama, and may have shed a tear or two for not voting for Hillary when I had the chance.

Dan comes next week.

And I'm almost done with school for the first time in my life. 20 Consecutive years of schooling is a long time.

I've only been propositioned by two hobos since getting back to Minneapolis, very disappointing. I definitely lost my hobo mojo.

I miss my dog.

Oh, Andy Pettitte. I always thought you were handsome and I liked your accent. I tried to ignore that commercial I once saw you in when you were pushing bibles. I mean, I kind of don't think Jesus needs celebrity endorsements. It's like churches that advertise in movie theatres. Unnecessary. Anyway, now you've been outed as a steroid user. You and Clemens. So sad.

I am not surprised by John Rocker. I always attributed his little outburst to the fact that he probably has some developmental challenges, and now we can add roid rage. Keep it classy, buddy!

I am quite relieved that neither one of the Jones boys (Chipper or Andruw) ended up anywhere in that report.

I find that studying goes better if every couple hours you take a Dance Party break.

Just think, come May, I won't have to write anymore entries about studying, or more often than not, not studying.

Hahahaha, just kidding.

The Bar.

Of vital importance: Emma Does Wenatchee. Bookmark it.

I used to think I hated talking on the phone. That was until I became completely dependent on the internet. And I was at least six hours ahead of  people I wanted to talk to (Emma is eight. EIGHT. We used to talk approximately 13.6 times a day). Anyway, the internet blows. I kind of hate it at this point. You can't just give someone a jingle when you need a pep talk. It's nearly impossible to read tone.  Your communication capabilities are truncated, and when you're a person who likes to know what kinds of things are happening and when and what people are thinking all the time, such as myself, reliance on email, etc. can stress you out to the point that you want to call your sister and cry for no reason. But you can't. Because it would cost like 20 euro. The fucking dollar, I swear.

I saw August Rush. It was dumb. But loveable. Like a lab. Jonathan Rhys-Meyers kept the crazy eyes to a minimum. Keri Russel is still the prettiest girl ever, and I might be in love with her. And, oh, little Freddie Highmore. You smile, I smile. You cry, I cry. When you see it, just look at it like a fairytale. Don't analyze. Though it is more evidence supporting the international principle, "could use less Robin Williams."

I am just a walking stressball right now.