Things that Don't Make Sense

There are a lot of things that don't make sense that have come to my attention the last couple of days. Studying for law school gives my mind some sort of cry for help, and instead of analyzing cases and law, I do and notice things that do not make sense. For one, why is there a cotton ball in over the counter drugs? I don't know if it is meant to make it appear that there are more pills in the bottle, or if it is just to give the user cotton mouth so they drink water with the pill. Either way-It's stupid. Also, when I turn the TV on and start watching something that im disgusted by, bored by, or find morally defunct, I CONTINUE to watch it. Why? For example, yesterday evening I turned on the 3rd twilight movie. It was stupid. Vampires are stupid. I continued to watch while all of these thoughts meandered through my head. Its like I want to watch something so mindless that I don't even care if it rots my brain. Another thing- they warned us to save more money for finals time in law school because you will be eating out all of the time. I have found that I have cooked more meals during this period in order to avoid studying. I also sat in my car for a solid 20 minutes collecting trash today- of all time to be doing this. Really? Additionally- why do people check themselves out while they do cardio at the gym? Slash why do they have mirrors by the cardio equipment? To remind you how fat you are. No thanks, I think I'll save myself from realizing how stupid I look and watch TV instead

November First

It is a very pathetic day when your mother's birthday is more exciting than your birthday. This year, for Kathy's birthday we went to Elway's steakhouse for dinner with some of her friends. This place is like discovery zone for cougars and retired persons. Everyone in there is living off of their alimony, their retirement check, or the money they get paid to do absolutely nothing all day; therefore they can buy a nice ribeye and copious amounts of alcohol. People in this category can get bombed on a Tuesday evening, and do nothing productive the next day and no one will notice or care. Getting drunk with 50 somethings with martinis and wine makes me want to be professionally retired.

The best thing that happened is when my father proceeded to tell me his predicament in purchasing Kathy's birthday present over dinner(and a couple of dry martinis). He told me that for her birthday, Kathy wanted a gift certificate for botox. Monte was debating about getting the botox, because Kathy wanted it. He then supposed that perhaps this was a trick and Kathy just wanted to be reassured that she didn't look old. Purchasing botox as a gift is hardly gracious, but rather insulting (especially for a 50 something woman). Monte got the Nordstrom giftcard, which is always a safe bet. On the way home, Kathy(after about a bottle of wine) inquired as to the reason she did not receive the botox coupons. So, the whole analysis we discussed over dinner was useless.

Moral of the story: botox is now a socially acceptable gift