Brian makes kittens and dancing look manly

( Adults are just obsolete children and the hell with them )

At least most people seem to be in a good mood today. Well, most people. One of the girls in Philosophy of Law brought in brownies for everyone. They were kind of rapid, and made it a lot easier to stay awake.

( Hexed to the future Mr. Minister )

Also. I think works going to be rather entertaining tonight. Always is on Valentine's.

[Written around ten pm]

I found her. Aspen that is. She was hiding next to the dumpster in the alley by the staff entrance to Zanz. I was walking out from getting my paycheck when I saw here lying there.

She's shaken up, a little buried up, and she didn't have any feckin' shoes or a coat on. Thank god she didn't freeze to death but she's in good hands right now at the Med Center.

Hannah, she asked if you could bring over her fuzzy blue socks and her pajamas with I can't believe I'm about to write this the unicorns on them? She said you'd know which ones she was talking about. Also. Could you bring Mr. Macmillan along too? Of the Rhys verity. She'd kind of like to see him too.

....and I guess her journal too. Please and thank you Hannah.

Needless to say, Mors, Scotty I'm not making it up to where you are tonight. Sorry lads. Next time, yeah?

Why the FUCK am I just finding out about this NOW?!

I could have been DOING SOMETHING. Instead of just sitting here working on Philosophy of Law homework....

If anyone needs me...I actually don't know where I'll end up but just leave a note or something I'll get back to you later.

Officially hit old man status. As if I didn't hit it before, but now I just solidified it.

I hurt my back Tuesday while I was lifting at the rec center and I feel like I've been shuffling around the last few days. So I finally sucked it up and went to the feckin' med center this morning. The put it right, but now all I want to do is sleep. But I think that has more to do with the stuff they gave me that's healing up my back and the fact that I've slept like crap the last few nights.

Thankfully boss man understands and gave me tonight and tomorrow night if I want it. That is still to be determined. Friday night usually means all hands on deck. We'll see.

Also debating about if I really want to go play "Meet the girlfriend" with da next weekend. It's not that unusual of an occurrence, but I don't know I'm just not in the mood for it. I'll most likely go. Because...it's da.

So. It wasn't the time that we got ossified and tried to steal those chairs out of the Bow. Or a few years back when we got banned from the Lost Shepard. Or the time that we started running our mouths off trying to play wingman for Scotty and Jamie and then we had a misunderstanding with their boyfriends. Or hell, even everything we're still a bit fuzzy on from Vegas.

Nope. Turns out all it takes is a holy joe on the bench when it comes to human right. My only regret is that I couldn't have been there to watch it for myself. Though, upon further reflection, it might have been a good thing I was trapped under a mountain of homework.

Feckin' great. Just what I needed. The course I was supposed to take on Advanced Legal Ethics & Prof Resp (which this term was supposed to be in relation to Non-Wizard Part-Humans) was canceled because there were two of use who signed up for it this term. They decided that it wasn't worth only having two people in the class to run it this term and offered it to us in the fall. One problem. I won't be here in the fall. And since they won't let me do an Independent Study because I passed Legal Ethics & Prof Resp I with such high marks, I get to take the only class that is open to me (due to what I've already taken/what is an option for Civil Law curriculum, etc.). I was in my adviser's office for an hour making my case. And I still lost. Granted, I didn't have much of an argument, but I still tried anyway. But all I got was "I'm sorry McLaggen, but this is your only option".

Family Law Seminar and Practice: Child, Parent and State.

God fucking damnit. I already took the Family Court Practice and I passed just fine. But I guess this is "different". Fantastic. Get to deal with child issues. Again. Yay. Ironic since... I need a drink. Or seven.

I love this last minute shite. Couldn't feckin' do this a few weeks ago when I had a shot at gettin' into something else? Even tried contacting who was supposed to be running the class so I could maybe get a shot at an Independent Study, but no dice. He told me to take it like a man and deal with it.

Are you feckin' coddin' me?! Who in their right mind DOES somethin' like that? These aren't just some stupid rules that you can break whenever you feel like because they're worthless. The Statute of Secrecy is of one of those BIG ONES that happens to be in place for a reason. Safety for everyone involved is just one of those reasons. Now I'll be the first to admit, in some circumstances, it's okay to preform magic in front of muggles, but it has to be a damn good emergency. Life or death good reason. And we have laws to protect you in those kinds of situations. We're not just out to punish people after all. It's there to help the wizarding citizens. Granted it works both ways, if you do something wrong, you're going to get punished for it, but if you do something good, well, you'll get protection. And I know I'm over simplifying it and there are a million other little stipulations and loopholes and shite so don't bother to point that out. I could argue night and day about this and have a ton of ammo behind me so if you want to get into this, I'd be happy to. Give me some damn practice.

I just keep thinkin' about that bloke whose still in St. M's and his family. What in the world could they have possibly told them to make them not freak the fuck out (that is assuming that he has one in the first place...)? Because if it were my family...well..Da and Grandda would just assume that I went on a weekend with the lads suddenly, and Grammy would probably worry but then Grandda would probably just tell her that I was fine and what possible trouble could I get myself into that he and Da haven't already gotten themselves into. Which would either work or make her worry more, depending on the wind. But I think that I've got a different circumstance than most here. Speaking of which...fuck her. Not worth thinking about right now.

Also. Echo. I have a little more important things to deal with then the length of my hair so you can shove it up your hole.

Guess I'm going into the wrong thing. Turns out the cookies money is in personal protection. Not standing in front of a court arguing in front of a court, not making sure everyone has equal access to the law, not protecting the wee ones when I can, not doing my best to make sure everything stays level and fair even when it's not. Nope. Personal protection. I'm huge, guess I should have figured it out sooner with all those years working at Zanz. Just one of the few revelations I've had since spending part of the week practicing my future lacky duties.

I guess it took hanging out with two rather lovely ladies and them stuffing me full of sugar cookies to get me to realize this.

[dictaquilled]


Yeah, listen, uh... we fucked up. The whole night. It's... Things got out of control and, uh... we lost Doug.

I feckin' love Vegas. All the girls think my accent is "cute". This is only goin' ta end well.

I think we need more beer.

Someone please say that words "Brain. It's only Monday and only the first day of finals week and it is not in your best interest to start to partake in extra curricular activities until Thursday night."

Thank you.

[All Law Students Past and Present]

Any of you lot draw McLean for your Wizengamot Clinc final before? Don't think I've ever had him for more than a lecture, just wondering how fucked overly prepared I should be for this. Chill Brian. You're over stressing. You'll be fine. You're good at this. You got a topic that's in your corner. You know this. Quit stressing. Probably.

[/Law students]

Also. I think Max knows that I'm thinking about leaving for a bit. He keeps looking at me with this look that's just...knowing. Speaking of which, Otto man! Got a question for you!

( Hexed to Caden and Mason )

One more semester. Then I'm done, and can get on with a what will hope to be a promising career. Where finals week no longer applies to my work situation. Not terribly worried about Advanced International Human Rights, I've had that essay done for a week now and all I want to do is just go over it one last time to make sure that my argument is as solid as it seemed when I was writing it. The final Wizengamot Clinc is going to be an outright manky bitch, but that's the nature of the beats isn't it?

I also spent all morning trying to find the girl I might have scared the piss out of last night to apologize. Wasn't her fault that here friends were being stupid. The fact she was also very pretty had very little to do with it...sort of.

[dictaquilled]

SCOTTY! Get yer arse home already. Yer gift ain't goin' ta unwrap itself! Woulda left it where yah could find it this mornin', but...it wasn't done until now...and me owl won't carry it. So get home already.

Also. Happy birthday to one of the best friends a bloke could ask for. Yer officially old now Mase, and I hope yer ready to celebrate it properly.

Working double this week, and helping out my buddy over at the Dance Hall until Sunday night. His kids gave him that nasty flu bug that's going around right now. So, yeah, his wife promised me cupcakes. And you know, the extra pay around this time of year is always nice too. Wonder if they'll let me use the squirt gun this time...

Mors. Scotty. You're welcome.

I guess da's finally retiring from United. He's been their Chaser coach since...probably my fifth year, maybe? I guess in December they're adding him into their Wall of Fame since he's been with the team for the last twenty-four years. Grammy was raving about it when I was took her out to lunch this afternoon. That is after she told me that she'd be happy to cut my hair, and told me I wasn't eating enough. She's the best sometimes.


Trying to decide what I do with my night since I'm not working, and my homework appears to be done since I'm sitting on the jury side of the Wizengamot Clinc tomorrow. Should be interesting, since I'm a big fan of poking holes in people's logic and arguments and all.

A little observation from your neighborhood friendly bouncer:

Ladies. I know that Halloween is a chance for you all to dress up in things that you normally wouldn't. I'm speaking in particular to those who choose to go with the "less is more" philosophy, if you catch my drift. And while I'm currently enjoying the scenery, and I can't believe I'm about to say this, but, I really think you lasses need to think about what you're doing. This isn't the Dance Hall. Not there's anything wrong with the Dance Hall, just saying, this isn't the place. And wearing something where you're showing everyone your gee, unintentional or not, it's not sexy. It makes me want to give you my sweater and tell you to go home before you get yourself in trouble.

And maybe it's the fact that most of our homework as of late for one of my classes seems to be on sexual harassment, or maybe it's because grandmam would kill me if I was anything less than a gentlemen on the subject. But flashing your diddles and gees, isn't going to help the general male population, if you get me. We're a very disgusting gender, and we can't help it. We're programed that way. And I'd like to keep our rape free record in tact, thanks. It's just better for everyone if you just mull that over. Please and thank you.

Oh. And for the love of everything good in this world, please wear some damn underwear.

Seriously debating how hard my boss will come down on me if I have a beer right now.

...broke up a fight over whose pair of pants were on the floor. And neither were wearing pants. So there's a missing pair of pants somewhere in the club. I threw both of them out on their arses. And damn if it didn't feel good. And that was just the tip of the ice burg. It's going to be a long night. I deserved my break. And I think I conned Tommy into switching and letting me work the door for a bit.

Someone please save me.

I'm giving out a cash reward to whoever finds the other pair of pants.

Why don't girls smile when they're dancin'? Why does it always to be so serious about it? I thought you lot like to go dancin' to have fun. Girls are a thousand times prettier when they smile. Just sayin'.

Though I did meet a nice girl named Sloan tonight. And by nice I mean, parts of her were nice. Couldn't say that I got to know her personality much before she left. Oh well. Hope we didn't wake the rest of the house....shouldn't have but...yeah.

I swear if that fecker cleats me again in the scrum, I'm going to pick him up and toss him across the field. I wrapped me leg up last night, and it seemed to be doing okay after the match and before I went to bed, but this morning it started bleeding again. So I sucked it up and went to the Health Center, and they patched it back up no problems. Guess I should have done that to begin with. But, that's not the point.

So. Yes. In short, I'm looking forward to next weeks match. But until then. I've got a Wizengamot Clinic tomorrow, and Professor Brockman is "presiding", so...I've got my work cut out that's for sure. It's kind of hard though when Max insists on playing with my toes.

I don't even know if this even really makes any sense at all. But after that brief rainstorm we got this afternoon I swear I could smell Peru. Or rather, the way it smelled after a rainstorm like that. I miss Peru. I miss a lot of places.

I think over spring break I might do some traveling. Maybe to Switzerland, Finland, Morocco, Belarus, or even back to Russia or Spain. Still have a few months to decide, but either way, I need to go somewhere, and since that'll be my first chance to go somewhere, I guess I'll just have to wait.