So the saga continues and I am still working on my law school applications. Fortunately, my personal statement has somewhat of a personality now and my transcripts and letters of recommendations are slowly getting sent. Of course I have to wait for the
Law School Admissions Council (LSAC) to gather all relevant information they need to compile my individualized report.
I'm not sure how long it takes for the LSAC to actually create my file, but two of my transcripts were supposedly sent before Christmas and there hasn't been any confirmation of delivery at all. Guess I'm going to have to call them up either today or tomorrow. Today's agenda is going to involve me filling out 10 different forms. You can see how diligently I am working on that now as I simultaneously update my journal. hahaha
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2 quick birthday shoutouts. One to Stacey who had a nice get-together at
Hollywood's Magic Castle last Saturday. There was one magician that captivated everyone and did so within 2 feet of his onlookers. I still can't believe the things he did. Supposedly it took him 10 years to perfect a trick that took 2 minutes. Now THAT is dedication... But it paid off because I, like everyone else, felt like a little kid again, enchanted with the prospect that magic really does exist.
The second birthday shoutout goes to my good friend Joe. I've known this cat since second grade. I've watched us both grow into the men that we are today. Okay, so I watched me grow into the man that I am. hahaha. Just playing Joe.
Last night a couple of us went to Westwood to have dinner with Joe. For dessert, we proceeded to the Cheesecake Factory, where we tried getting cavities in our stomachs. The funny part of the night happened when six waitresses came out to sing happy birthday for Joe. Before I get to that part, let me teach all yall a new Korean word, chaji. ( pronounced Cha G)
Cha G means dick in Korean... No not the slang meaning, but the actual meaning of a dick; penis; italian squash; need I go on? So when Joe went to use the facilities, I called the waitress over to tell her it was Joe's birthday. She took his name and said she'd come back fifteen minutes later. As I was finishing my honey vanilla latte, I was thinking to myself, "Everyone and their mommas have this done when they celebrate the day they came out naked and screaming. Let's flip the script and do something different."
So I call the waitress over and asked her if she minded calling Joe by his Korean name, Chaji. And I said this with the straightest face, even when she asked me "You mean Cha and G as in the letter g?" Everyone else was busting a blood vessel trying to hold their laughter as I proceeded to win an emmy.
So Joe comes back, sits down and out pops six waitresses with the usual cake and lit candle. All I have to say is I have never heard six waitresses sing "Chaji" in such beautiful harmonized voices. I think I even heard one waitress put vibrato on the G part. hahahah! Joe didn't quite catch it right away, but two seconds later, a grin the size of a fat man's ass crack showed and he busted up laughing. Man, it feels good to be in fourth grade again. hhahaha
Anyway, enough of that. Joe, some people think you turning 25 means you turning one year older; others think you turning 25 symbolizes you turning one year wiser; I like to think of you turning 25 as another year I had the honor of being your friend. You've been my boy since day one, and I'm glad nothing has changed. Happy b-day man.
