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[Nov. 5th, 2008|08:56 pm] |
Last night was the best night to be in DC. The excitement at the law school was palpable, literally, the entire day.
Amanda and I ventured out to the Hill to see if we could snag a table for us, Josh, and his dad, but to no avail - most bars on the Hill seemed filled to capacity, and that was at 6pm. I suppose I should have assumed, but it's strange to see an election cause this much fuss. Although, it is DC, and everything can be made into a reason to drink.
We settled down at Jack's in Dupont, and proceeded to eat, drink, and shit our pants when Pennsylvania, Ohio, and Virginia were called for Obama. As the "Poll Clock" counted down to the West Coast poll closings at 11 EST, we held our breath. I thought they'd wait a bit to call it, but since Obama was so far ahead, and California was a sure bet (with 55 more electoral votes!), they called the election.
The bar went insane. People were screaming, crying (I'm guilty of this - when Ohio was called, when the election was called, and during Obama's speech), cheering. We headed out, only to discover that there were crowds of people heading to the White House. School night be damned, Amanda, Josh, and I walked to the White House. The streets were mobbed - literally. Every car that drove by was honking, people were hanging out of the windows screaming, and perfect strangers were hugging in the street.
Crowds upon crowds of people had lined up on the street and sidewalk in front of the White House. Easily a thousand people were there, I'd say. It was impossible to walk anywhere. People were holding Obama/Biden signs and cardboard cutouts. We all started singing that "na na na na, hey hey hey, goodbye" song at the White House- and it was amazing.
Best night of my life. Pictures will be posted soon - definitely on Facebook, maybe on here.
Also. It's time to start looking for internships - the Dep't of Justice has an Office of Violence Against Women, and, of course, the requisite Civil Rights division. This interests me.
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[Oct. 13th, 2008|11:20 pm] |
you know how sometimes people will say "i should go to bed"?
Well, I should go to bed.
I am thinking crazy things. |
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[Sep. 2nd, 2008|10:59 pm] |
If Joe Lieberman says "Trust me" one more time, I'll whip out every single article I've read that says that the more often someone says that, the more likely they are to be someone you shouldn't trust.
Oh, and Republicans? Please, for all our sakes: pick some better speakers. |
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[Sep. 2nd, 2008|10:45 pm] |
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Ugh, the RNC is so awkward. |
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[Aug. 27th, 2008|09:32 pm] |
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Oh, law school. I hate you and love you simultaneously. |
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[Jul. 8th, 2008|05:39 pm] |
"DO NOT SEND ME ANY MORE OF YOUR BABY KILLING MAIL" - letter we got
If I could photoshop a picture of a gigantic piece of paper slicing a baby in have, I would. |
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[Jun. 29th, 2008|10:00 pm] |
So this weekend I went to go visit the significant other in LA. On Friday night, we went out to this bar off Hollywood Blvd - and it was pretty damn crowded. On my way back to our table from the restroom, I was trying to push past a crowd of people, and hip checked and shoved this random guy out of my way.
Upon returning to the table, Matt says to me "Carla says one of the guys in New Kids On The Block is here, he's wearing a green shirt."
Carla goes "Oh, there he is!" and points to... the guy I violently shoved out of my way.
And that is how I mildly assaulted a member of New Kids On The Block. |
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[Jun. 9th, 2008|10:41 pm] |
Hilariously enough, I volunteered to spend a day with a few other interns in Virginia at the Leslie Byrne for Congress headquarters phonebanking in the morning, canvassing in the afternoon.
Canvassing was funny in a horrible way, since the temperature was somewhere near 110 degrees with humidity and we were traipsing down streets with names like Plantation, Lee, Antietam, and Confederate.
But phone banking - that was another story completely.
The way phone banking works is like such: there's a computer program that pulls numbers out and calls them for you, so when you hear a beep on your end, you say hi, introduce yourself, and then look at the top of the screen to find the name of the person you're calling. A typical conversation start would go like such: "Hi, this is Hannah, calling on behalf of Leslie Byrne for Congress. Is Tom Jones there?"
Well, about two and a half hours in, I was comfortable doing it, I was in my zone, having no problems, etc.
Well, apparently I got too comfortable, or something threw me off, because I said the following. "Hi, this is Hannah, calling on behalf of Leslie Byrne for Congress. Is Prince William home? Oh my GOD, that's the county you're in. Uh, hi Sharon?"
As soon as I got off the phone, I started laughing so hard I cried for ten minutes.
I couldn't even explain to the other interns wtf had just happened, so when I finally did, they all died laughing too.
I thought it was a weird name for a person, but you never know... |
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[Jun. 8th, 2008|02:59 pm] |
I've been saying this for years.
Thank you for validating me, PostSecret. |
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[Jun. 7th, 2008|11:32 am] |
Holy fucking shit. This wins.
Target: Women - Yogurt Edition
It's part of this hilarious (as of yet only two part) series, featuring a woman named Sarah Haskins. She does this segment called "Target: Women" on another show, and it's awesome. This one is about how yogurt (particularly the low-fat kind) is marketed exclusively to women. The other one is about the deluge of wedding shows we see on TV. Both are great, but this one is slightly better, mostly due to the "It's the 'I have a Master's but then I got married!' look," comment. Watch it. It's only 3:30 long. |
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[Jun. 3rd, 2008|06:19 pm] |
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I love rush-hour Metro fights. Generally, because I know that even if I'm fighting with some random guy, he can't really do much since the metro is super crowded, which gives me free license to pretty much say and do as I please and not have to worry that death is imminent.
I'm on my way to get on the train at Farragut North, but shit! It's crowded. The group of people I was in was waiting until all the passengers had gotten off the train already, and then started to get on. All of a sudden this woman barrels out of the car and slams into me when I'm halfway into the car. I scream, on instinct, "HOLY FUCKING CHRIST" and push past her and onto the train.
This guy, about thirty or so, screams at me: "YOU NEED TO WAIT UNTIL ALL THE PASSENGERS ARE OFF THE TRAIN BEFORE YOU DECIDE TO TRY TO GET ON," I'm all, "Buh? Who is this guy? What do my train adventures (or misadventures) matter to him?"
I look at him and decide that he's a total asshole who didn't care one way or the other, and just decided to be a dick for fun.
The sarcasm dripped from my voice: "Oh, HAY THERE. In case you didn't notice, sir, the group of people waiting for the train, including myself, waited until we thought no one else was getting off... Oh, and by the way, I don't remember asking you. Thanks."
He immediately countered with "BITCH" - in that kind of "This is supposed to be quiet but I want everyone else around us to hear as well" way.
The only response needed? "Yeah, so I've been told. Doesn't bother me any, so I guess it just sucks for you."
He shut up then, but only because his friend told him to. I could have kept going all the way til Shady Grove, but it's probably just as well that was that.
After he got off the train at Adams-Morgan, the old lady next to me says, "I actually say this as a compliment - you are kind of a bitch."
Everyone around her laughed.
I was flattered. |
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[Jun. 1st, 2008|09:49 pm] |
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I feel like people always decide to get hit by Metro trains when I have to be somewhere. Luckily, I think it was the train before mine that hit her, so I was on my way to the station and was able to get out to go see Regina Spektor. Luce and Erin weren't so lucky though, they had to walk from Metro station. And you know, maybe it sounds like I don't care that a woman got hit, that I'm only concerned with my concert, but yeah. It's pretty much true. What on earth are you doing lying between the tracks? |
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[Jun. 1st, 2008|12:47 pm] |
The Vault Review of GW Law says this:
About GW - As far as fun events, every Thursday the Student Bar Assocation sponsors two kegs and snack food in the law school's main lounge from 4-6PM and many students partake. On Thursday nights, the SBA has "Bar Review" each week at a different bar in DC with drinks specials and 1Ls, 2Ls and 3Ls alike are present at these (especially in the beginning of the semester and during warm weather).
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[May. 27th, 2008|07:01 pm] |
Why bother calling me a bitch when you can just shoot me?
An 18 year old girl and her friends rebuffed a catcaller's advances.
Him and the group of men he was with follow them in their car, try to run them off the road, and then shoot one of them.
What the fucking fuck.
This is why I have a hugely pissed off look on my face as I go on my daily travels through DC.
I don't want anyone thinking they have a right to approach me to make "small talk", ask me for my number, or participate in a variety of other asshat like behaviors I've witnessed in the city.
But I mean, I guess they could just shoot me anyway. |
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[May. 19th, 2008|01:18 pm] |
Snatched from Fetch Me My Axe:
Cos, right - here's a radical thing - if you get raped, it's the man's fault. A man fucks you without your consent - that's not porn's fault, that's not your top's fault, that's not your skirt's fault, that's not a prostitute's fault. It's the man's fault. Cos he's a scumbag. And some men are scumbags and some men will do that to you and they deserve to have their fucking bollocks cut off. And he can blame your top, your skirt, the porn, his bitch mam, that prostitute or whatever, but the fact is, you've probably walked past a million men wearing your skirt and top and those men who've looked at you and thought, "Wow!" watch porn, have dreadful mothers, live in a society where prostitution actually happens and think that that top you're wearing makes you look like Mz Berlin or Darenzia or Marilyn Monroe or whoever floats your boat. But they aren't raping you. So why did the other fucker? |
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[May. 14th, 2008|03:25 pm] |
if ONE MORE hillary clinton supporter throws a fit because NARAL endorsed Obama, seriously, stop.
being the owner of a vagina does not automatically mean you get that endorsement, just like it doesn't automatically make you "the feminist candidate".
and if you would stop and take a minute to realize that your suggestion that the DNC just names Sen. Clinton the nominee anyway, please remember 2000. Were you butthurt that the Supreme Court decided our president instead of the voters? if you were, then shut the fuck up.
thanks. |
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[Apr. 17th, 2008|01:23 pm] |
Recently, the College Republicans on campus held an "Anti-Feminist Bake Sale".
Recently, I wrote about it on my blog over at Choice USA.
And recently, the anti-choice, anti-feminist masses came out to call me anti-marriage - "you'll be saving some would-be poor bastard from a lifetime of misery", call me "unintelligent", and just otherwise argue that they know more about feminism than say, feminists.
18 comments later, this is just too good to pass up. I predict a discussion about Boolean Operators coming, since "Mark" didn't know what th word "or" means.
It's hit over at feministing where most comments are supportive, but KellyMac just can't get over the fact that people don't agree with her.
It was pretty great to tell Matt that I wouldn't cause him anything but misery - he's probably thinking of ending things with anti-male, anti-marriage me. |
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[Mar. 20th, 2008|01:52 pm] |
Well, that interview was simple.
She asked me one question, about TVM, and then said "I've met you before, I know your work, you're a wonderful candidate," and that was it.
So it seems that even if a job on the Hill doesn't materialize, I should be in DC for the summer, should everything work out. |
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