Like a Bird Without a Feather

I know I have been an Obama supporter.  I vastly prefer him over Mrs. Clinton.  All Clinton had going for me was her former fight for healthcare (but then she abandoned it) and her husband (who as an attack dog for her is losing my respect).

I've always liked Edwards.  His climb from modest means to who he is today is a great story.  More importantly, his constant focus on poverty really drew me in.

So why Obama?  Simple.  Change.  Charisma.  The man, as he is starting to claim, is our generations JFK.  I believe he can unite.  All along everyone has had to know that Edwards just wouldn't make it.  I wouldn't want anyone less as a Vice-President though.  Hopefully, he can make it there, then maybe make it into the presidency from there.  Not likely, that how things used to be, but its rarer these days.

My only complaint is there are no pro-life Dems.  If there were, they'd have the race, every race against Republicans, hands down.

To be honest law school is not that hard.  It certainly has its busy work and its reading, but it breaks down into rules. 

Lots and lots of rules.  Others in my class with lesser majors (as determined by my self-created hierarchy of undergraduate majors) do seem to think it is hard.  I don't think they are used to breaking big things down into small parts and applying them to a different bigger problem.  I'm glad chemistry and the sciences taught me this skill.  Furthermore, taking Constitutional Law and Judicial Politics as an undergrad gave me a head start.  Many of my classmates didn't realize that Civil Rights Act litigation all takes place in Federal courts.  Hell, they knew it was a federal statute, and didn't realize you litigate a federal statute in a federal court, not the state court in which you live.  I was surprised.  I would like to think I learned that in High School as well as Undergrad, but I don't know.

I have learned what I can sue people for as far as injuries not concerning contracts or criminal laws go.  I have learned how to make and sue over a contract.  I'm learning the steps of suing some one, not for criminal offenses.  And I am learning how to write as a lawyer.  In the end, I should have more pages published (Mostly by West Co. Publishing) than many prolific authors.  Maybe I should claim to be a writer, not an attorney?

I made Dean's List.  I'm on track to make Law Review.  I'm excited about those things.

I'm not sure that anyone really reads this, but I've gone with a different template for the sake of the three columns.

IN FACT, IF YOU DO READ THIS, LEAVE A COMMENT W/ YOUR  NAME if you would.

Now, there is a Flickr box for my photography, a Tumblr feed for my random internet finds (So I'm not tempted to just post random stuff as a whole entry), and my twitter feed.   Kind of pulling it all together in one place I suppose.

I hope all are well.

My great-grandfather is 93.  He doesn't care if he lives or dies.  He doesn't enjoy life.  All these are excusable for a man of his age.  I just wish he would try to.  I'm debating getting him Tuesday's with Morrie, but it a way it seems a little mean to get an old man a book about an old man dying.  Even though I think it would help him.

My sister isn't being cared for like she should be.  She has free healthcare, and my mother and her current husband won't get her the help she needs.

My grandmother and grandfather both have to have check ups on various possible cancers.

My mother has had a major heart problem, stress and anxiety problems, doesn't take care of her health problems, is in an abusive relationship, and I believe, perhaps incorrectly, depressed.

I am up here, with a handful of friends that I see less and less.  They are getting married and have less time, understandably, to hang out with me.  I'm burning bridges with another friend who never much treated me or her other friends up here well when we moved up here.  Surprisingly, I did that on accident.  A girl that I thought so highly of and invested a lot of myself into has mostly cut me out of her life, inexplicably by my counts.  Especially when she goes to school <10 minutes away.  In a way it was liberating.  I am probably losing a friend, but in the end I have been able to look at other girls.  Problem is, none look back.  There was one girl, I thought, maybe.  I am pretty sure she only digs guys with beards and who are actually in Central, Illinois.

I think I've done too many stupid bad  things and have a bad enough track record to scare away the nice girls I like.

I've cleaned up too much for the not nice girls I like.

The rest are just plain out of my league.

People say:  Lonely?  Go hang out with people.  Am I the only person who can be in a crowd of people and still feel lonely?  Other friends invite me to go out with them and a half dozen complete strangers.  See the above question and raise it a level of awkwardness as well.

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I'm not a good great-grandson, grandson, son, brother, or friend.  Because of this I've been drinking too much, depressed, and lacking motivation.  I am too down to even get angry enough to use it to motivate myself.  I've always joked about it, but sadly the only motivation in my life is a six figure income in 3 years.  Frankly, that makes me even more pissed with myself.

set standards for themselves.  Say that they stand for something.  They won't do this, they will do that.  Actions or inactions for set times, or forever.  They all give up on it.  Every. Single. One.

why someone would wear a vest with a three button suit.  Unless I suppose you are a man who doesn't have the sense to keep your suit properly buttoned.

I however, will not ponder this in the manner I usually would.  Why?  Because I have a nice Gurkha cigar (never had before this one, but it is pretty good, an easy light, and a great price) and a white russian.  Life is taking the back burner for a bit.

For dinner, pasta with vodka creme sauce.

I have a friend.  I always thought she was so tough and stuck to her guns and tried to live a life she preached.   And man, onto that soap box she can climb.  I had a great amount of respect for her in that regard.  Her overuse of song lyrics as her own thoughts were excusable, as many girls do this.  (I prefer quotes, they seem a bit more acceptable than the words of teen angst written by almost 30 y.o. men)

The more I know, the less I respect her.  Not that I don't respect her.  Life is hard and we all mess up.  However, she messes up a lot.  It wouldn't even bother me if I hadn't placed her on this tough girl who speaks her mind pedestal.  She's the same as she always was, but she's fallen from the imaginary height I put her at, and in that, I've disappointed myself more than she has disappointed me.

Taken around central Illinois, for more see my Deviant Art page

so sick of being alone.  I like it better when I'm in class and I am able to keep busy.  I sit.  I go outside and walk, and take pictures that never really come out.  I simply exist.  Alone.