More law school jokes.

You might be in law school if...

You know all sorts of sneaky and creative ways to steal from clients thanks to your Professionalism and Ethics class.

You consider dropping out of law school approximately every hour, but after that first semester you realized you were already in too much debt to be anything other than a lawyer.

You aspire to one day own Blackacre.

Substance abuse becomes you.

The drama in your life now rivals/exceeds that of high school.

You consider tie-dying all of your t-shirts because they are already half-covered in fluorescent ink from your highlighters.

You no longer have an ego left to bruise...it's already been beaten to a bloody pulp.

You make adverse possession jokes.

You chuckle at the irony that the designated shorthand for Statute of Limitations shares the same SOL abbreviation as the phrase "shit outta luck."

You might be in law school if you suddenly realize that you can type 120 WPM and you no longer know how to use a pencil.

You might be in law school if your friends and family start asking you for legal advice because they know you can't bill them.

You can name without hesitation at least three people who make you want to throw things when you see them raise their hands in class.

You are truly and deeply unnerved by the thought of some of your classmates becoming attorneys.

You think tequila shots are essential to ordered liberty.

You wonder if that one professor who always seems angry and irritable and treats students' minds as his personal playground is actually a sociopath or just didn't get enough hugs as a child.

Sometimes during disagreements you are tempted to 12(b)(6) the offending friend or family member.

You know and understand the complicated epistemological and metaphysical differences between a conspirator and an accomplice.

You know and understand the complicated epistemological and metaphysical differences between coffee and red bull.

You can't remember if you decided to come to law school because you wanted to help people and make a difference in the world or because you hate yourself.

You think whoever came up with the Socratic method should have his face lit on fire and then beaten out with a rake.

You can't think of any legitimate reason why a law student would need access to certain public records, but you can think of a whole lot of illegitimate ones.

After the first semester you realized that "briefing a case" need only consist of looking it up on Lexis or Westlaw.

You've given yourself carpal tunnel from all the spider solitaire you play in class.

When someone is expressing their frustration or anger about something that is in any way related to the law, you can't be sympathetic because you're too busy figuring out in your head if
they have a cause of action.

You hear about the death of an elderly friend or relative and wonder if they died intestate.

You have considered changing career paths to hot dog vendor, stilt walker, or career alcoholic (and anyone who knows me knows that Plan B is still to become a Disney Princess).

You're pretty sure the reasonable prudent man is a friendless tool who still lives with his mother.

Insults only a law student would use.

Your mother's so fat she holds a joint tenancy by herself.

Your mother's so fat her manufacturer was strictly liable for not making her beep when backing up.

You're so old Rehnquist took you to his junior prom... and you were a senior.

Your mother's so old, Scalia cites to her.

Your mother's so old, insurance companies value her life estate at 5 cents.

Your mother's so fat she's always in diversity jurisdiction.

Your mother's so fat Prosser and Keaton have a section on her... Massachussetts has a doctrine about her.

Your mother's so fat Congress reorganized her under the Department of Homeland Security Act.

Your mother's so fat, the neighbors need an easement to go around her.

Fed. R. Civ. P. 19(e): Mandatory Joinders. Your mom.

You're so fat, Posner has 10 volumes describing you as an economic waste.

You're so stupid you have your own reasonable person standard.

You're so ugly, you're ALWAYS dismissed with prejudice.

You're so ugly, it's unconscionable.

You're so ugly, Judge Friendly has defined you.

You're so ugly, even Wigmore won't consider you.

When others look at you, it violates the 8th Amendment. When you look at yourself, it violates the 5th.

You're so ugly, it's against the Geneva Conventions to post your picture.

Not guilty by reason of YOU.

You're so abnormal I could patent you. Actually, Michael Jackson is infringing.

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Hello world.

A little bit of background....
So, here's a little bit about me before I get into the knitty gritty.

My name is Classy Tallahassee, and no, it's not on my birth certificate... primarily because I am from Charleston, SC. I go to law school at FSU in Tallahassee- and I hate it and love it all at the same time. It's hard to explain. Most of the time I don't mind school; I never really disliked school even growing up. I was kind of good at it, so it wasn't a chore. However, when exam time comes around I sometimes think I would rather rink cyanide than continue this chosen career path. Most of the time, I just keep asking myself, "Do I hate myself this much? WHY?" But hey, ONE MORE YEAR.

You may hear me refer to a few people over the course of my blogging-- here's a run down for you:
Z- This is my fiance' (soon to be hubby! MAY 10).
Charlie Murphy- My dog; he's a german shepherd/ border collie mix. And, yes, that's his real name.
Rachel- My best friend since 9th grade.
Bri- My younger sister.
Glen/Jamie- A couple that my fiance' and I hang out with here in Tallahassee.
Matty- My fiance's good friend and the head football coach at the high school my fiance' coaches for.
Lo- My law school amiga.

Anyways, I'm going to go now; I'll be back when I have more to say. Ciao.