Hello. Welcome to my website. It started while I was in Europe for a semester, and I've kept it up since then. I'm now at the University of Chicago Law School, living in Hyde Park, and the story continues. If you want to say hi or visit me, email cfloyd at uchicago dot edu.
"Life is nothing if not the sum of your anecdotes." -Scotty The Body, on storytelling "But it ain't that bad, man. Just figure out the system before the system figures out you." -T. Matthew Smith, on the 1L year "The beer just doesn't taste as good when you're not drinking it with your buddies." -Anon., on being away from good friends "Somebody has to pay the rent around here. Why the hell not us?" -Cotton, on studying for exams
2/03/2004
From Doug Jacobson, a fellow 1L down at OU:
I'm going to need you to go ahead and update your day to day activities on your website at a faster pace. How else am I supposed to waste time not studying or writing papers? In other words I can't live my life vicariously though you in Chicago unless I know what's happening. Last post was Saturday and that is unacceptable.
My adoring public is hungry for more. Alright, Douglas, you damn tortfeasor, let's see. I've got a big assignment due Monday about homemade machine guns and whether Congress can regulate them. This is filling the 3-4 hours out of every 24 I hadn't already booked. It's also cutting in on my sleep. But that happens. What do you have to write about?
I'm also in the law school musical. The theme is top secret, and since law kids also read this site, I can't tell the details. But I play an appellate judge, and I'm in a musical number where we dance like N'Sync. Well, as much like N'Sync as chubby slow law students can. It completely reminds me of when we used to do Sooner Scandals, Doug, except there are no sorority girls for miles. Miles and miles and miles. Damn. Remember not making auditions ever? That was fun. I sure felt cool when our boxsteps and grapevines weren't up to par with the Betas. Those were the good old days...
So I tutor neighborhood kids on Thursdays. Last week, one little girl asked me why I bothered to be there helping, and I told her that I was there out of the kindness of my heart. And that she should shut the hell up and read quietly. Okay, I made up that last part. But I'm not making this up: after I said the part about the kindness of my heart, she said, "Oh, so you thought you'd come on down to the South Side and help out all us poor stupid black kids? That's so nice of you!" Gotta love my neighborhood.
Did anybody else see Janet's special jewelry at the Superbowl? Unbelievable! I haven't decided whether I think it was intentional.
There you go, Jacobson. Hope you enjoyed. You should come up with Body and Purnell over Spring Break. I'll get you an airbed and everything...
