Cali Girl in NYC

I've lived in California for 24 years, and decided to move clear across the country for law school. this will be where all can come to laugh at me as i die in the humidity and freeze in the snow as my california body adjusts to life in new york city...through this blog, i hope to have everyone else suffer just a little with me as i make my way through law school

Saturday, March 07, 2009

Little Dose of Real Life

Caveat: This morning, I got up at 6:00. However, I did not sleep well. Why? Because I took my attorney Ethics Exam. And then I went out and drank heavily afterwards. Dude! That's what we DO! (anyhoo, I believe the for-going sentence is correct, and now I am going into "drunk-susannah-blog-mode." just bear-bare?-with me!)

so, my fave gay and i went out for brunch after the ethics exam (MPRE, for those of you in-the-know) to this place that does $15 for bottomless brunch drinks (mimosas, bellinis, champagne, BLOODY MARYS--hollaaaarrrr!!!), which we took FULL advantage of. We were there for a few hours and other boys showed up, and eventually, it was time for me to come back to brooklyn and matty to go off with his friends. so, point being, keep this in mind as you read the following...

on my subway ride home, the following things transpired:

the first subway car i got on smelled HEAVILY of vomit. i promptly got off at the next stop.

as i went to get off i dropped my purse, and two people alerted me to that fact.

they called me "miss" and not "ma'am."

it's a good day.

the next car i get on i stand next to a guy in army fatigues. i resist the urge to ask him WHY he is in the army and if he actually thinks he is defending the nation's interests.

i almost pass out resisting that urge.

at the next stop, enough people get off the train that i am able to move away from the army-fatigue-freak and sit down.

drunken-relaxation ensues.

i look to my left and see the cutest little-girl face completely passed out on her fathers' shoulder. i smile at the cuteness of the moment.


the father tries to put a jacket on the passed-out girl. although she is like 3 or 4, she is PASSED-THE-EFF-OUT and she is lolling all around as he bends her arms in unnatural positions to get the damn jacket on her. as he's doing this he drops a bright pink bag filled with toddler-girl essentials (snacks, diapers, horrible pink toys) and a man across the way picks it up. that's when i notice "daddy" has a little girl in EACH arm. probably about a year apart. he's still fighting to get the jacket on the littlest girl, when she opens her eyes for a moment, and her eyes meet mine before closing solidly again.

the poor little thing is going to wake up remembering dreams of that crazy drunk white girl who grinned at her. nightmare. swear to god.

true story.

that's when the two women across from me (catty-corner...kitty-corner? katty-corner? the guy and his two daughters) start putting their two-cents in. 

for the record, let me just say that all of them are black and i'm, well....i'm from los gatos, california. i am SURE that i viewed this differently than any of the people involved (this was, in fact, verified by a later conversation....but i'll get to that).

the two women across from me--one probs in her 60s and one probs in her 40s start telling the guy what he "needs" to do with these two little girls to ensure that he gets them both off the train. he's talking back with them about how hard it is, and he is desperately trying to wake the little girls up to make his life easier. the older woman looks at him and goes, "boy, now you know what their mother deals with every single day. you have it easy." (or something like that)

and then he goes in to this long thing about how he desperately has been fighting for his girls and how he is only allowed one day with them a week and how he wants more but he's not allowed and on and on.

my heart is breaking and i wish i could help. especially because i know that no matter how hard he tries, and no matter what "statistics" may say, the mother is still favored in child-custody issues. and i felt SO BAD for this father because i know that he cant figure out HOW to BE a father without more time with his daughters but he isn't legally allowed to be with them more than once a week and here are these two women openly calling him on that on a full subway car full of people and everyone is judging him....

at his subway stop, because he wasn't able to wake up either of his girls to have them walk, he hauled up both girls (one in either arm) and carried them off the subway. the younger of the two women across from me (they didn't know one another) looked to the older woman and said, "At least he's trying!" to which the older women responded i a tirade of how young black men today don't know anything about "trying" and she has this good-for-nothing-son that....blah blah blah....

i am not entirely sure why this situation affected me, and why i felt compelled to write about it. but i felt very out of the place there, and at some point, i shared a sympathetic smile with the younger of the two women, and as i shifted my glance to the older woman, she was giving me a very dirty look. it made me feel very outside and very self-aware of being different. 

this subway ride was almost 2 hours ago and i am still thinking about it. so weird. 

sorry for the drunken rambling. but at least im blogging!!! =D

Thursday, January 29, 2009


okay...THIS article is probably THE most ridiculous thing ive read in a while. it says that it will tell you the type of guys to avoid if you want to have a lasting, happy relationship. i saw this heading and though, hmm, i wonder what type of guys theyre going to warn against. 

i cant believe that they even had to write this down, because SERIOUSLY, if you aren't smart enough to avoid these types of guys....well, you deserve them.

let's run down the list, shall we?

Number One: He has children he doesn't see and/or support.
let's just call this one for what it is -- WINNER!!! i mean, the BEST quality i could possibly think of is some douche bag who doesnt think his own children are worth his time. i mean, seriously, are there women out there who find this to be a FORGIVABLE quality? are you freaking kidding me!? seriously, if thats something that you can ignore, you deserve to be with a man like that. holy freaking cow, i cant even tell you how annoyed i am that THIS is one of the categories that you have to EXPLICITLY warn women away from.

oh! and then the article provides THIS gem: "Deadbeat dads cant start out as a lot of fun...."
uhm....what? are you freaking kidding me!?

Number Two: All his ex-girlfriends are "crazy."
This is probably the least obvious category. I mean obviously it shows that he isnt willing to accept responsiblity, but let's be honest--girls are fucking nuts. but, so are guys. i would say if he acknowledges both, there is less of a problem. 

Number Three: He's heavily invested in his "persona."
now, i totally get why this one is on this list. when i read this, i pictured some abercrombie douche making his pants sag "just so" and adding a lot of gel to his hair. and then i picture the type of girl that usually dates guys like that....well, theyre equally invested in their personas, and i could see both people being so self-involved and caught up in the idea of dating someone "pretty" that they dont realize their relationship is superficial and trite. like them.

im not judgmental. 

shut up.

Number Four: He's a compliment miser.
you know, the only quality i look to second to a "deadbeat dad" who is "a lot of fun," is one that refuses to compliment me. i love being insecure. and never being told im pretty or anything. 
really? THIS kind of guy wont make me happy? this isnt the type of guy i should be dating? huh...who knew.

basically, people, the moral of the story is that people are idiots.

and i promise that sometime soon i will write a post that is not a rant. i swear there are people out there who dont annoy me...much.

Thursday, January 08, 2009

take THAT! know how that "friend" refused to give me his notes for the days i missed in that class? so, i ran into a guy i know who graduated last year and he saw me carrying the book for that class and i was totally freaking out and he offered me HIS outline that he had gotten from someone else. 
now, normally, i really don't like using other peoples' outlines--i would rather make my own and do what i can. however, this outline was a...wait for it....MAZING. and then, another guy i know asked for one of my old outlines, and he offered his outline for this class in return. again, AMAZING outline. i basically relied on these two outlines during the final.
the final made me want to vomit. no joke. i didnt even ANSWER half of the first question. i mean, i didn't even address it or anything. just pretended like it wasn't there. ever since i took the exam, i have been PRAYING that i will get at LEAST a B-. 
I mean, in law school, a B- is really not a good grade, but i really wanted that B-. today i saw that the grades had been posted for that class and, again, i almost threw up a little. but, i figure its like a band-aid, just get it over with and see the grade. so i checked it.

i got a B+. 

and i literally started crying from shock. i can't believe i got a friggin B+ in a class that most people choose NOT to take because of how hard it is. 

holy crap....

Friday, December 19, 2008

photo updates!!!

here is my new apartment. i am going to *try* to do these in a coherent order so that you get a round-a-bout view of my apartment. (side note: fargo, got your message, i NEED to call you back! im sorry i havent! i almost did today, but then i realized it was like 6 am out there so i didnt. and then got busy, and i will soon1!!) aaaaand here we go:

Monday, December 15, 2008

Hating lawyers, post 2.

"The majority’s rule would establish a legal principle that evidence of bias and prejudice would not be disqualifying unless it could surmount a fence that is horse high, pig tight and bull strong. In my view that is too much protection for a biased decisionmaker." -- Dissenting opinion in Association of National Advertisers v. FTC

Uhm...what is "pig tight"???

And why can't judges just use simple, plain, everyday terminology??

wanna know how shitty law school people are?

1) a friend asked for my class outline for a class i took last year. i told him i would give him mine if he gave me his for a class i am currently taking. he didnt want to initially, and luckily there was someone else there to point out the double standard.
However, in reviewing the outline he sent me, it is not complete. he didnt actually send me his outline, even though i sent him mine--that got me an A in the class.

2) in the same class, i missed one full day because i was in california, and i missed a half day because i had to go to a hearing with a client. those were the ONLY times i missed. i never once missed because i was tired or just didnt want to go. i asked a friend (a different friend, but a friend nonetheless) if i could get his notes from those days, and he is basically refusing to give them to me. i asked once right after i was absent and he promised to send tehm to me, but he never did. i asked last week and he said he would, but he never did. i asked a few days ago (via email) and he just never responded.

way to be shitty human beings, guys.

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Sunday Musings

Does Jennifer Aniston's sickly sweet, painfully fake smile bother anyone else?

I mean, I used to think she was kind of great, but now she just looks....a bit like a bitch. I mean, you almost can't blame Brad for moving on to Angelina and trying to attempt to populate their own small country.

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For anyone IN law school or CONTEMPLATING law school, let me go ahead and suggest to you to just go ahead and skip Administrative Law. No, really. This shit is painful. And boring. And I would rather not be taking the class anymore.

Oh well, live and learn. At least the professor was awesome (how often can I say THAT?)

Friday, December 12, 2008

try a little....

i know ive posted this before, but really? its just too good not to post again.

we've all gotta try a little more tenderness.