Just finished my Copyright take-home final. I worked on it for nine days. The thing is, I know if I had been given just two days to do it, I could have gotten it done in two.
Now I’ve got a Wills, Trusts, and Estates in-class exam and a 14-page paper, both due on May 12th. So now I’m debating whether I should take a day or two to clear my mind or whether I should just keep plowing ‘til the 12th. Hmmm….
It’s official. I have a favorite joke. Never had one before. Before, when people would ask me to tell a joke, I didn’t know what to say. Now I do. Here goes:
This turtle was mugged by a gang of snails. Afterwards, the police asked the turtle, “Could you describe the snails who mugged you?” The turtle replied, “I don’t know; it all happened so fast.”
Anybody else got an all-time favorite joke?
Anybody catch David Blaine on Oprah yesterday? I sure did. Love the guy. And that makes me unique…not among the public at large, but among magicians. Most magicians hate him. I think they’re jealous, and here’s why: Blaine got famous for a TV special called “Street Magic” in which he performed the same close-up magic tricks that magicians have been performing for years. The difference is, Blaine made them work. He did what most magicians are completely unable to do: get people to believe he’s doing REAL magic.
I’m such a big fan of his because after his shows, somebody always comes up to me and says, “So that David Blaine guy…is he for real or what?” Or something like that. I usually respond, “I could tell you…but then I’d have to kill you.” Sometimes, “I could tell you, but then they’d take away my Magicians’ Alliance card.”
So yesterday, on Oprah, Blaine held his breath for 17 minutes and 4 seconds. Totally legit too; not a trick. Or was it…? What do you think?
Saw the movie 21 last week with my dear friend Karen. Got back to my apartment around 1AM, just as it started to rain. That’s when I realized that I had left my keys at the theater.
My building is supposed to keep extra keys on hand, only they couldn’t find the extra key to my apartment. I didn’t have cash for a cab, so I dashed back to the movie theatre—I mentioned the rain?—and when I got there, I saw that they had turned all the UP escalators DOWN.
At this point, mind you, I was already soaked with rain and sweat, but up the DOWN escalators I ran.
I pretended that I was running up the incline treadmill at the end of the American Gladiators Eliminator (the obstacle course).
When I got to the theatre, which was on the third floor, I couldn’t find my keys anywhere. The ONE person at the theatre didn’t know if anybody had turned in keys/didn’t speak English.
I called one of my LA friends and told him to cheer me up. He told me an awful anti-Semitic joke. Not awful because it was anti-Semitic. Both awful and anti-Semitic.
I ran back to my place and spent 1/2 the night at my neighbors. The on-call apartment engineer showed up at 4AM to let me in my place.
Sleep schedule’s been messed up ever since.
I turned 26 last week. That means I’m just 24 years away from AARP membership!