Go, Cougar, Go!
Cruella, what exciting gossip do you have for us today?
Well. The BEST piece of interesting gossip I can think of, is there are certain people involved with the program who are like 4 feet tall and totally working the cougar thing, as in, she has been emailing some of the students and is all over the tall and well built ones in class.
What do you mean, all over them?
Well, I mean that she asked one of them (Soviet-Worker Man) >>Is Everything about you big?<<
Cruella, she can't have meant it that way-
Well, she did. And I think you know when you are making a double entendre, me being the Queen of the Double Entendre- as in I have several to tell you later.
I can't object to her taste in men. But at the same time it's kinda odd to see such blatant lust from a cougar, it is all out in the open and then some- when you wear little skimpy dresses with transparent tops, it's kinda like watching one of those bitsy dogs get all hot for a very large dog, and start humping the larger dog's leg with enthusiasm- yah.
Other gossip: Everyone on the trip has pretty much gotten them some, usually with other programme participants- which is very different from Austria-but a couple of them at least have been in front of the Help! discotheque. The ladies there are for rent you know.
Now I have yet to purchase any souvenirs, beyond my bitsy swimsuit, but I am thinking more along the lines of jewelry/one of those birds made out of semi-precious stones and less some antibiotic resistant VD. I- no. Somehow sleeping with random strangers is not so bad if they aren't getting paid for it. That makes it just so much worse for some reason.
I had always had a high opinion of law students and their professionalism, inculculated in me by people like CHITTAM and several of the Jocelyns/Joslyn and even though Mr. Peabody may be ANNOYING, he is Professional. The scales have fallen from my eyes and also let me say this: I do not personally care to find out how much of a bribe it takes to let you off violating drug laws in another country.
But Cruella, you have been good, haven't you?
Well, yes, I have. But- this is the 100% truth- I got drunk and told Robin he didn't know what I feared, (many times, y'all know exactly how annoyi ng I can be when I am drunk) because I got no reassurances from his quarter, so he decided I was being disobedient and disrespectful and !broke up with me!
Over that, Cruella? Really?
That's what I said! I still think I will go see him but the beach is beckoning today so 10b-5 paper is not going to get written anytime soon, plus I have Bar Fitness + MPRE to deal with when I return. So.
Cruella, are you sure the beach is beckoning or are you going to talk to the Mexican Sociology professor?
Y'all know I need to practice my Spanish before I go to Mexico- which, instead of my Spanish helping me with my Portuguese, the Portuguese has infected the Spanish so now it sounds a right mess. I already had a messed up combination of French/American accents, and now with Portuguese added, I'm going to sound like - I have a voice synthesiser stuck in my throat and it's stuck on shop demonstration.
Some great things have happened though, like, y'all know I have been fairly insecure about this whole experience, because I don't like it, and I used to feel fairly adventurous and go off and do exciting things, and I really don't want to be 77 years old and a grumpy unadaptable old man. I am not ready (yet) for the Fixodent Future. I need to be flexible and not so whiny, although law school + solitude + other fears of the outside etc will make you a little loopy. Well, the great thing that happened was that we had to do presentations for International Business Transactions class which preview our paper topics, so I thought, if I do something I already know about then I can spend my time working on quality rather than just putting it together in the first place, right? I'm really gunning for an A in these classes because dammit, I have been working hard and participating and so forth.
So I decided to do Special Concerns in Brazilian Arbitration Law and I found some chap's blog, in English, and I emailed him and he agreed to meet with me! I was so excited! He is the general counsel for Enel and does lots of high-power arbitration work.
This made me excited because it temporarily restored my confidence, a great deal, until I got drunk and whined at Robin about him not knowing what I fear. I felt, I can go to a foreign country where I don't know anyone and make contacts and work my groove thing! Yes! And be successful, so go Cruella!
And then my presentation was successful and a couple of people wanted it. So that was great, and y'all know how I said I wanted to not be That Student?
Well I think I may have become That Student, as in, Well, do y'all know That Student wrote 12 single spaced essay for his final and everyone else wrote 3? So this year I'm putting a page limit on it? But I think, that's a good thing.
Anyway I have a couple more random remarks:
I haven't eaten anything really terrific here. The food is ok, when I do eat it, but nothing has been spectacular.
And there are some mysteries in my building. How can traffic noise carry so well to the 11th floor? I can hear everything like it were right outside my window, and the sheer variety of street noises is impressive. I can hear a child shouting in the street perfectly clearly all the way up here.
The other mystery is, why does only one lift work at once? Every time I leave/enter the building, only one of the two works. Then they alternate during the day. Do they not want to use them up? If there were a fire, of course you aren't supposed to use the lifts anyway, but this building is full of OAPs and how are they going to get out? Then I don't think I've been in a single building in Brazil where all the lifts worked at once.
The next to last mystery (what, this is like the rosary Cruella?) is that I told y'all I had a cold- the same one everyone else has had- but this has been continuing; my body has apparently trying to produce some Guinness World Record for mucus - (ewww Cruella, yuk! Why did you have to tell us that?) Because it has and apparently it can produce a truly astonishing quantity of mucus. O, fond memories of Rio-
I'm astonished that someone tried to kill Jimmy Carter- really? No, seriously? He wasn't relevant when he was PRESIDENT. Next thing you know someone's going to try to kill Reagan, who dead, buried and senile has more influence than Carter. And this time it wasn't a giant swimming rabbit. And Carter's like, ANCIENT, give it a few days. That would make a great plan to kill Carter, I am killing him, slowly, with my thought rays (should I be writing this? Y'all know this is comedic, right? I do NOT want to kill Jimmy Carter. I do NOT want to kill anyone, especially people protected (perhaps?) by the government.) And then in a few years when he pops off because he's like 102, then you can claim credit for it. The thought rays worked! Just slowly.
Well. The BEST piece of interesting gossip I can think of, is there are certain people involved with the program who are like 4 feet tall and totally working the cougar thing, as in, she has been emailing some of the students and is all over the tall and well built ones in class.
What do you mean, all over them?
Well, I mean that she asked one of them (Soviet-Worker Man) >>Is Everything about you big?<<
Cruella, she can't have meant it that way-
Well, she did. And I think you know when you are making a double entendre, me being the Queen of the Double Entendre- as in I have several to tell you later.
I can't object to her taste in men. But at the same time it's kinda odd to see such blatant lust from a cougar, it is all out in the open and then some- when you wear little skimpy dresses with transparent tops, it's kinda like watching one of those bitsy dogs get all hot for a very large dog, and start humping the larger dog's leg with enthusiasm- yah.
Other gossip: Everyone on the trip has pretty much gotten them some, usually with other programme participants- which is very different from Austria-but a couple of them at least have been in front of the Help! discotheque. The ladies there are for rent you know.
Now I have yet to purchase any souvenirs, beyond my bitsy swimsuit, but I am thinking more along the lines of jewelry/one of those birds made out of semi-precious stones and less some antibiotic resistant VD. I- no. Somehow sleeping with random strangers is not so bad if they aren't getting paid for it. That makes it just so much worse for some reason.
I had always had a high opinion of law students and their professionalism, inculculated in me by people like CHITTAM and several of the Jocelyns/Joslyn and even though Mr. Peabody may be ANNOYING, he is Professional. The scales have fallen from my eyes and also let me say this: I do not personally care to find out how much of a bribe it takes to let you off violating drug laws in another country.
But Cruella, you have been good, haven't you?
Well, yes, I have. But- this is the 100% truth- I got drunk and told Robin he didn't know what I feared, (many times, y'all know exactly how annoyi ng I can be when I am drunk) because I got no reassurances from his quarter, so he decided I was being disobedient and disrespectful and !broke up with me!
Over that, Cruella? Really?
That's what I said! I still think I will go see him but the beach is beckoning today so 10b-5 paper is not going to get written anytime soon, plus I have Bar Fitness + MPRE to deal with when I return. So.
Cruella, are you sure the beach is beckoning or are you going to talk to the Mexican Sociology professor?
Y'all know I need to practice my Spanish before I go to Mexico- which, instead of my Spanish helping me with my Portuguese, the Portuguese has infected the Spanish so now it sounds a right mess. I already had a messed up combination of French/American accents, and now with Portuguese added, I'm going to sound like - I have a voice synthesiser stuck in my throat and it's stuck on shop demonstration.
Some great things have happened though, like, y'all know I have been fairly insecure about this whole experience, because I don't like it, and I used to feel fairly adventurous and go off and do exciting things, and I really don't want to be 77 years old and a grumpy unadaptable old man. I am not ready (yet) for the Fixodent Future. I need to be flexible and not so whiny, although law school + solitude + other fears of the outside etc will make you a little loopy. Well, the great thing that happened was that we had to do presentations for International Business Transactions class which preview our paper topics, so I thought, if I do something I already know about then I can spend my time working on quality rather than just putting it together in the first place, right? I'm really gunning for an A in these classes because dammit, I have been working hard and participating and so forth.
So I decided to do Special Concerns in Brazilian Arbitration Law and I found some chap's blog, in English, and I emailed him and he agreed to meet with me! I was so excited! He is the general counsel for Enel and does lots of high-power arbitration work.
This made me excited because it temporarily restored my confidence, a great deal, until I got drunk and whined at Robin about him not knowing what I fear. I felt, I can go to a foreign country where I don't know anyone and make contacts and work my groove thing! Yes! And be successful, so go Cruella!
And then my presentation was successful and a couple of people wanted it. So that was great, and y'all know how I said I wanted to not be That Student?
Well I think I may have become That Student, as in, Well, do y'all know That Student wrote 12 single spaced essay for his final and everyone else wrote 3? So this year I'm putting a page limit on it? But I think, that's a good thing.
Anyway I have a couple more random remarks:
I haven't eaten anything really terrific here. The food is ok, when I do eat it, but nothing has been spectacular.
And there are some mysteries in my building. How can traffic noise carry so well to the 11th floor? I can hear everything like it were right outside my window, and the sheer variety of street noises is impressive. I can hear a child shouting in the street perfectly clearly all the way up here.
The other mystery is, why does only one lift work at once? Every time I leave/enter the building, only one of the two works. Then they alternate during the day. Do they not want to use them up? If there were a fire, of course you aren't supposed to use the lifts anyway, but this building is full of OAPs and how are they going to get out? Then I don't think I've been in a single building in Brazil where all the lifts worked at once.
The next to last mystery (what, this is like the rosary Cruella?) is that I told y'all I had a cold- the same one everyone else has had- but this has been continuing; my body has apparently trying to produce some Guinness World Record for mucus - (ewww Cruella, yuk! Why did you have to tell us that?) Because it has and apparently it can produce a truly astonishing quantity of mucus. O, fond memories of Rio-
I'm astonished that someone tried to kill Jimmy Carter- really? No, seriously? He wasn't relevant when he was PRESIDENT. Next thing you know someone's going to try to kill Reagan, who dead, buried and senile has more influence than Carter. And this time it wasn't a giant swimming rabbit. And Carter's like, ANCIENT, give it a few days. That would make a great plan to kill Carter, I am killing him, slowly, with my thought rays (should I be writing this? Y'all know this is comedic, right? I do NOT want to kill Jimmy Carter. I do NOT want to kill anyone, especially people protected (perhaps?) by the government.) And then in a few years when he pops off because he's like 102, then you can claim credit for it. The thought rays worked! Just slowly.
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