run for the roses

at least it's not a rat race. but i hope it isn't really a horse race. hopefully something more along these lines. all good things in all good time. definitely seems like it will be a long haul. however, the quote of the day from all lengthy orientation proceedings was "law school isn't sadistic anymore". and i honestly believe that is the case. our culture has entered an age where such conduct wouldn't be tolerated. no, the people who inflict pain on law students like so many others in this world are all of us ourselves. rather than contend with an obvious adversary we navigate ourselves through the resultant mixed signals, innuendo, hypocrisy, guilt trips and other manipulations as best we can until we become so anxious the paranoia eventually takes over and we cannot be certain of anything. so law school isn't so much sadistic as it is masochistic these days. i wonder what foucault has to say here. or zizek. and no, i'm not going to figure out how to get his letter things right either. wouldn't be fair after yesterday's post.
confession: the second sentence of this post contains the arch-nemesis of my spelling ability, "definitely". i still can't believe there's no a in that shit. ridiculous. i hereby declare "definately" the proper spelling, and you linguistic fascists had better not tell me i can't do it. here's the real problem with that word: the spelling i used above and always seem to use is so far off that the spellcheck won't even suggest it. i wasn't sure if i would be able to dig it up on a dictionary web site browsing or not, and my internet connection is still sort of touch and go, so i came up with a quick two page solution: googling lyrics for steve miller's "jungle love". it totally worked. just like the three colons that somehow made it into this paragraph.
wanna know what doesn't work? my damn neighborhood. let's just say the location is less than ideal in some respects and some of the itinerant concerns have manifested themselves. actually, let's not just say that. let's be specific. my walk to school this morning included at least a half dozen passed out homeless people. nothing against the homeless, they have it rough enough, but it says something about the area. like the corner store not even having fucking camels. i'm pretty sure they don't even have yuengling. they might, but i must have missed it through the somewhat opaque two inch bulletproof glass separating all merchandise from the narrow viewing area. i was awoken by a whole lot of shouting prominently featuring that old classic "MUTHAFUCKA" and some ruckus in the middle of the night last night. and the walk just is not as short as i thought it was. overall, i would say that security is somewhat of a concern, as is viable entertainment. which presents a rather difficult situation. the logistics of somehow moving are intimidating but not insurmountable. kind of like law school. except that law school thing was sort of supposed to be my immediate insurmountable issue for a while (we all need one to keep going.) such is life.
life living like a fucking refugee still, tom. guffaw that man. and such a lifestyle has limited my music to my computer which has me finally listening to all those longass shows i torrented. some good stuff in there, getting me by for now, but i have a serious vinyl jones going on. *labels post with "scooters vacation"* maybe i'll get hits from people looking for segway tours? we saw one of those going on the other day and damn it looked funny. kinda like this. well, it's more adventures in the brave new world of legal study for me tomorrow, but with only real class and no preliminary stuff. should be alright. but it will be better if i get some sleep.