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Current Music:"Keep the Faith," Michael Jackson
Current Location:Manhattan, New York City
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Subject:How am I doing?
Time:05:58 pm
I haven't said much to anyone about MIchael Jackson's death.* I didn't really feel that I had much to say; and like my experiences with most deaths, I didn't feel particularly moved (I just felt obligated to feel/appear sad). I appreciated him and his music, but I didn't cry or anything when I watched the memorial service.** I got to thinking though, as I'm wont to do, and remembered that my brother and I used to adore MJ. We used to watch Moonwalker ALL THE TIME. We knew the dialogue by heart, and we often used to jam out to the opening sequence of songs and performances (both Michael's solo ones and those with the Jackson 5/Jacksons), just to rewind the tape and jam all over again. I don't know what my brother's favorite clip was, but my favorite was watching little Michael do "the robot" to "Dancing Machine". My favorite Jackson 5 song (though it was technically a song on Michael's solo album while he was still with the Jackson 5) when I was younger was "Got to Be There"--it wasn't included in Moonwalker, unfortunately. In the song, little Michael Jackson is singing about being there "in the morning, when she [his love interest] says hello to the world," and that he's got to be there so that she's knows that with him is love, and with him she's home. Home is where the heart is, which is fortunate, as I'll probably heading back to my own hometown quite soon--and hopefully finally getting Mr. Meowmington, V.

I quit law school and haven't yet found a job to replace that void. I spend most of my days applying for jobs, feeling sorry for myself, grooving to my life's soundtrack, or doing some combination of the aforementioned. I've seen better days, friend, but I suppose my life really could be a lot worse. What stinks: if I don't find something here that I can suffer, I'll be leaving NYC. However, if I do leave and never come back permanently, I'll always be able to say I spent a substantial amount of time here and shall have lots of stories to tell. That's comforting.

While on one hand it's pretty upsetting to make my departure this way, going back home is a good thing. I miss being home, and I miss certain people (yourself included, dear reader). I'm not sure if I've told you before, but I really enjoy you and have missed your company. Living in Manhattan is living in a constant state of stimulus-overload. I spend almost all my time either stimulating myself (and, therefore, unintentionally ignoring you) or shutting down and retreating to the constant party in my head (which clearly does not involve conversation with you). Once I leave the city, I'll get back to getting to know you.

In other news, despite not having communicated with you in quite some time and not having gotten the P. Diddy gig (my running ended when I and only 39 other people were still up for consideration by the producers) and in spite of my personal setbacks, I'm certain that I remain the most ballin' person you know.

*I promise this post isn't about Michael Jackson. There are enough of those floating around the internet, and I don't feel particularly compelled to jump on that bandwagon.

** You know that I don't really cry anyway.
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Current Music:"Let's Take a Ride," Justin Timberlake
Current Location:NYC
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Subject:P. Diddy, Amongst Other Subjects
Time:01:51 pm
Current Mood:crazylulzy
If you don't already know, I took a leave from law school a few months ago. You can read about that later. Since then, I've not been doing much of anything in particular. I applied for a few jobs back when no one was hiring people of my caliber; and when I didn't succeed, I decided to enroll in some summer classes back home and see if that would lead to something. Since that decision, I've been biding my time.

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In other news, I’m still as awesome as ever, except maybe even more so now.
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Time:05:49 pm
Would you still be my friend if I were to appear on a reality television show whose contestants vie for a chance to become P. Diddy's personal assistant?
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Time:11:02 am
Perhaps the most troubling thing of all is that no one really questions when I say, "I want to be a writer"--excepting, of course, JulesM.
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Time:03:46 pm
I feel like I'm trapped in a life-sized nightmare, and everyone who's preventing me from changing my current course, either because they can't do anything else or because they think they know what's best for me, are like sleeping pills that I seem beholden to consume every night.

I think I've taken too many at this point, and I shall now be in detox.
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Subject:A toast
Time:09:49 pm
Dear friend,

It just occurred to me: I have a horrible habit of repressing most of my feelings and going out of my way not to express them, positive ones and the negative alike. Oftentimes, in fact, I've found that even when I try to be expressive, the emotion is belied by the general malaise I refer to as my "perma-scowl-and-forehead-furrows." I clearly don't like appearing sentimental. I've resolved this year, however, to remedy that and to be a bit more forthcoming with my sentiments, again positive and negative alike, and actively so to express them.

It is my absolute pleasure to speak to you now, finally after all this time. I think every day about how wonderful it would be were my real friends (id est, those whom I myself consider to be friends of mine, more than simple acquaintances or general familiares) to know how much I care about each of them, in my own way. Though I seem not to have made much effort, relatively speaking, to keep up with you and the goings-on in your life, know that it's my incapacity which bars more frequent communication and not a lack of caring about you.

My life has changed so absolutely dramatically since last we conversed in earnest--for the better, I think. Oh, the adventures on which I've been, the trials and tribulations I've undergone, and the travels I've undertaken, friend! There are just too many chapters in my life history to recount in just one lengthy journal entry. To be sure, I haven't the slightest idea where to begin. For this blessing in disguise, I have my friends, like you, to thank.

As alone as I think I am in the world, it's a beautiful thing to know that I'm loved, a beautiful thing to know that people appreciate my existence. God bless you. Our adventures seem to keep taking us farther and further apart, geographically and otherwise. However, I now resolve to be a more active, positively contributory participant in your life. And I hope you'll do the same for me.


Cheers,

ADEG
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Time:11:23 pm
I think I'm fighting a losing battle with my self-esteem and sense of self-worth.
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Time:11:40 pm
After coming up with an excuse for dumping my roommate,

being homeless for a week,

sleeping on the floor for three weeks,

and spending the night on a bench in Central Park,

I can now finally say that I have a roof over my head and am living life as a real(-ly poor) grown-up.


Too bad I hate this city and cannot wait for graduation and my opportunity to get out.



...We are spent.
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Time:10:51 pm
I think I'm going to make a move toward living alone--starting now (pending credit approval processes).
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Time:07:49 pm
"The wisest of all knows that he knows nothing at all," or something like that.

I have recently come to the realization that I am not, nor have I ever been, as intelligent as I thought myself to be. In reality, for all these years I have been "gaming the system," as they say. It is not a situation wherein my success has come from "whom I know" rather than "what I know." Instead, I have been getting by on my cleverness, my wit, and my personality.

I am not "special"; I am not "a shining star"; I am not particularly unique.
I simply "am."


Much like my own experience, practicing Tax law is about gaming the system. It is about taking what little has been given us and using it to our advantage. It is about making a steel drum from an otherwise less valuable piece of scrap metal. It is about making a helluva lot more from a helluva lot less. My life experience + the Internal Revenue Code = a Tax attorney's practice.

I think I have found my calling.
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Time:07:47 am
I have my own office, and I have my own secretary!
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Time:06:52 pm
Fuck exams.



Stay tuned to this box. I shall have something more substantive to say when I have time to waste.
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Time:11:54 pm
Scenario: I responded to a professor's e-mail (sent to the entire class, TA's and administrative assistants included) throwing out possibilities for the celebrating the birth of a fellow classmate's first baby.

Click me to read the original e-mail.Collapse )

Click here to read my Reply'd All response.Collapse )

Click here to read about the blunder.Collapse )

Moral of the story: As my mother, in her infinite wisdom, would say, "Perhaps [I] should watch [my] mouth, before it writes a check that [my] ass can't cash."
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Time:11:39 pm
Current Mood:bitchyDetermined
I just finished writing the first draft of my "Memorandum of Law in Opposition to Plaintiff's Motion for Preliminary Injunction" also know as my first official legal brief! I'm representing the "evil" State in its attempt to modify its child welfare regulations in order to forcibly remove Indian (Sitting Bull, not Ghandi) children from their homes and place them in foster, pre-adoptive, and adoptive homes outside the reservation all in the name of "good cause." The Tribe can whine all they want, but luckily for the State, my argument has the luxury of being the correct one.Click me for a sample.Collapse )

Let it now be declared that if this brief is a sign of things to come, woe unto the World. I know it, that I am not a poet, but I predict that men will bow down before my rhetorical prowess. I foresee women clambering over each other to get a taste of the aural sex that is a formal writing by Aaron Dominic Elijah Green.


Do consider yourself warned. The Revolution will not be televised, nor will it be posted on YouTube.
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Subject:Cogitationes Meae
Time:11:45 pm
Sometimes I wake up in the morning and think to myself, "Damn, I'm phat." But then I go to the bathroom and see myself in the mirror and realize that the "ph-" should be substituted with a "f-". I quit smoking and started going back to meat almost simultaneously, and now I cannot help but eat at every opportunity, presented or not. I think I may have to start my exercise plan a few months ahead of schedule.

Sometimes I wonder why I hate my life so much. But then I immediately remember that I'm in my first year of law school. I expect things to get better, but I cannot imagine that it will improve that much. It just can't.

Sometimes I wonder why everyone unjustifiably thinks I'm gay. But then I remember that it's mostly just people here in NYC and a vocal handful of others, and that I'm just fabulous (which is different from ~*fabulous*~). The two can be mutually exclusive, people. Believe it.

Sometimes I wonder why I still don't know what I want to do with the rest of my life. But then I realize that I have basically up until the last moment to decide.

Sometimes I wonder why I don't really participate in political conversations with friends and why I don't generally agree with most of the things they have to say in those conversations or why I don't agree with anything most of my ultra-liberal professors have to say. But then I remember that I'm only one step away from actually voting Republican.

Sometimes I wonder why my life is one big boatload of fail. But then I remember that B+'s aren't really a sign of absolute failure. It's less than I wanted or expected, so I've failed myself a bit, but... Well, I'm sure there's some way to look on the bright side here, but I'm not seeing it.

Sometimes I wonder why the last movie I've seen in a movie theatre is one of the Harry Potter movies. But then I remember that all the movies theatres in NYC charge an extraordinary amount of money per feature. I haven't the patience, nor have I the funds, to support such a habit.

Sometimes I wonder why I'm so bored when I'm not doing schoolwork. But then I realize that I quit WoW, so I have a lot more free time on my hands and don't really know what to do with it. And then I realize that God made books...and .avi files.

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to go to Narnia. But then I remember that I don't even have a wardrobe, so it's kind of a moot thought. I also don't really like lions too much up close.
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Subject:Food for thought
Time:12:23 am
Supposing that there is a specific point at which one has definitively lost his mind, if one can remember the exact point at which he lost his mind, does that make him crazy?
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Subject:There comes a point...
Time:12:39 am
...In every person's life when he must admit to himself an unbearable truth. I have tried to deny it; and faced with the ravages of intense self-reflection, I chose to persevere, hoping that maybe amongst the hormones and passions it meant a little more. However, rationality has slapped me in the face and knocked some sense into me once again. As such, I must swallow that jagged pill and come to terms with a harsh reality:

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Subject:So...
Time:12:44 am
I got a call from the police back in October concerning a bit of "suspicious language" in one of my final essays that I wrote at summer school. They were worried that I'd pull another VATech-style shooting.

Even though I think I cleared up the situation and set the police officers' minds at ease, I'm still pretty sure the government is tapping my phone lines and my e-mail accounts and my brain, and they're probably monitoring this journal as well. So, I guess, watch what you say to me when you communicate with me, if you're worried about The Man finding out stuff that He probably already knew about or would've discovered anyway.
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Time:01:02 am
I used to think that God was playing a huge, cruel joke on me by not allowing me to reproduce asexually, id est, clone myself. But then I realized

1.) the world probably isn't really ready for another one like me, and

2.) I enjoy not having any real competition.

I am indeed the greatest person I have ever met, and I suppose I wouldn't want to have to qualify that statement if a "Mini I" were running around.



With that said, I really need the Love of my life to be a bit more proactive. I'm tired of going out of my way, and apparently my biological clock, unlike every other timekeeping device which I own, is not out of batteries and there merely for the purpose of looking pretty..
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Time:09:41 pm
I've decided that I'm going to become that guy at the office who can't really seem to function super-well without alcohol, but when he's drinking, he's way more productive/profound than anyone else at the office and carries his liquor, so no one really tells him anything.


And when the time is right, I want to be that old guy who just doesn't give a damn about anything and no one tells him anything because he's old and allowed to behave however the hell he wishes and is actually good at whatever it is that he desires to do.



Basically, I kinda want to be like the bums on the street, except productive and contributory and well-off--and not stank or (completely) addicted to drugs.




Fortunately, I think I'm well on my way there.
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