Adventures of The Yellow Peril

THE TRUTH IS OUT THERE

Probably not in either of these two places, but...

My nemesis has now decided to start his own blog. It is, appropriately, black. It will probably, appropriately, suck. You know, because mine is so awesome, and we are diametrically opposed. Anyway, it's called Operation: Ridiculous; check it out. For more info on Nemesis, check out my earlier posts about college.

Equally opposed, but not diametrically, is Third Decade. He's black, he's gay, he's lived in Japan -- well, he's fabulous.

Okay. Is everyone done making their own blog now? Can I get back to my own struggles and awkwardness?

BUMPER CROP

I've had a bunch of friends decide to join the blog world lately:

Megs has started crazywand after I told her that she did a good job masking her wackiness from her boyfriend but now, after a weekend away from him, he had the chance to see her wavin' that crazy stick all over the place.

Selena has started Action Jackson: The Misadventures. Selena's really cool -- at the very least because her response to the question of where she works is "MTV."

Greg, my high school friend that I wrote about just a few days ago (see below), has started Diary of a Madman. He writes plotless battle stories so far, but I'm hoping that he will include his daily activities. I mean, the guy's in therapy 6 days a week, working his ass off. Wouldn't you want to know more about him as a person?

Finally, Opinionated is a friend of a friend. I've never met her, but she's got interesting things to say and has branched off from the not-so-much blog to start her own. Check it out at http://internalfocus.blogspot.com.

All right, guys. I've done your promotion. Now go out and do something quirky and cool so that people don't blame me for entries like, "Went to work today. Signed papers. Picked up dry cleaning. All in all, not a bad day."

WELCOME

So this is it...my new place. You can have some lemonade, but use a coaster. And those popsicles in the freezer are mine, so back off.

I'm still working on transferring archives from the old place, and as soon as I'm finished with that, the old site will be deleted. It was a hole, anyway.

Well, I guess it wasn't as much of a hole as my apartment.

LAUGH AT ME! IMMEDIATELY!

Wingsandvodka brought this post on Salon.com to my attention. I've excerpted it here, just in case you can't find it.

"Decent piece in Buffalo Wings & Vodka: There's Nothing Funny About Law School, on being trained for working law review, but the best parts come in the comments, including: You just got your ass called on in Contracts, and you're not here. (No direct link appears to be available -- it's by yellowperil; you'll have to scroll down to get to the discussion.)"

So even though my blog doesn't have the attention it deserves yet, I'm apparently funny enough to merit a mention when I posted on wingsandvodka's blog!

Look, there are a lot of things in life that I know I'm not. I don't have phenomenal grades in law school. I probably won't make law review. I don't even have the right answer when I'm called on. I don't run very fast, or very far. I can't add without using my fingers. I can't drink Red Bull and vodka.

But dammit, one thing is for sure: I AM FUNNY.

WOO-HA

Props to Assault and Flattery, the law school's sole bastion of talent, for putting on a great show. I have to admit that I was a little skeptical about 40-odd law students singing and dancing, but in the end, I think my loud, raucous laughter probably overshadowed everyone else's. Also, props to wingsandvodka for hooking a sistah up with a ticket. Cheers.

Tonight, I'm going to see one, and potentially two, more musical talents at the law school. My friend David is in a band called The Handsomes, and they've been the most requested well-educated band in Austin (at least I assume). Also, Tyler spins tonight at the National Lawyers' Guild party (again, I am so freaking cool, in case you didn't get the memo), and I have been promising him for months that I would come out whenever he would be DJ'ing. So there you have it -- people do, in fact, have lives outside of the law school.

As for me, I have this extraordinary talent of saying things about professors when they are walking up behind me. I also can sing the entire French national anthem -- in French -- without having a clue as to what it means. And, I know that you can't tell by looking at me, but I can consume an entire block of triple cream brie in one sitting. Beat that, Whitmer, Nachtigall, and Lassaude. Beat that.

I'M STILL HERE

I took a break from blogging this week, because you know what? I need to live my life, and not appease all you crazy people who read about my struggles. Actually, that's not true. I love the attention.

I've had a normal week, really. I had an interview on Tuesday, and I'm pretty sure I bombed it. I've realized that I have a real problem with lacking an inner monologue. I'd love to be able to think about things before I speak, but unfortunately, that doesn't happen, especially when I'm nervous.

Other than that, nothing big has happened. My friends and I have been branching out as a group and hanging out with different people than usual, which has been a lot of fun. Today, we're going exploring at the park, and I'm going tie shopping with Jeff and Derek. Derek has a real tie problem, actually, as in they're ALL UGLY. Actually, he gets really defensive about it, so I should probably say that just the random sample of ties (3) that he handed me were ferociously ugly. I have no idea about his other ties, but if THOSE are any indication -- well, my god, the boy needs help.

Also, I am on date #3 for Casino Night (our law school prom that is going to be on February 28). I wanted to take Tara, because my date and I get free tickets, but they won't let me bring a "friend." How do they know she's not a special friend? Oh yes, that's right -- because I like men. Well, then I asked Patrick, and he told me he might not be in town. Coming in third, then, is Jeff. I don't know what's worse -- having asked THREE people to Casino Night, or being someone's third choice. I think either way, we're both losers. Damn.

PHEW.

Blogger has finally answered my prayers.

THIS SUCKS

Blogger just accidentally deleted half of my links. Someone fix it!

PS

Do you like my photo? Now there's a mug that'll make headlines someday. Probably scandalous, trite headlines, but hey, beggers (of fame) can't be choosers.

Ooh, ooh, do you think my headline could involve Matthew McConaughey somehow?

I need to go to bed.

CAN I GET A WHAT WHAT?

My sister Angel must be dying. I haven't spoken to her yet, but believe me, when I do, there will be singing and dancing involved. This girl has lived her entire life one-upping me, ever since we were kids. I remember that I got really mad at her once when we were kids because she mastered a song on the piano that our teacher assigned to me originally. She's four years younger, so think about a third-grader being outsmarted by someone in Pre-K. Such is the life. She's been rubbing it in to me all holiday season about how awesome Wake is in every respect, especially basketball. Revenge is the sweetest thing.

Also...Natalie just got published on McSweeney's. Awesome.