on fear

I finally saw Carrie today. Holy crap, the ending? I knew it was a dream and I still screamed like a little girl.

on perspective

A few days ago, while studying Federal Income Tax at a coffee shop with CR:

Me: You know, on my way here, I actually thought "Hey, if I get in a bad enough car wreck, I won't have to take the FIT final." Is that bad?

CR: I don't know. The other night I had this dream that I was being held up at gunpoint, and the guy was like "Give me your laptop or I'll kill you." And I was like, "No, you can't have it, it's got my notes and my outline on it." And he was like, "WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?? I HAVE A FREAKING GUN AND I WILL SHOOT YOU." And I was like, "well, see, if I give you my laptop, you'll have my notes but I'll still have to take the final, and I'll be screwed. But if you shoot me and I die, I won't have my notes, but I won't have to take the final either."

Me: Hmm, you win.

Law School = The Grinch that Stole Christmas

I'm at a coffee shop writing a paper. It's about the economic inefficiency of predatory mortgage lending. Too bad I don't know anything about economics or finance.

Anyway, they're playing Christmas music over the speakers. I actually love Christmas music, but it makes me a little sad to hear it now, because it reminds me that I'm stuck studying for finals that will inevitably kick my butt. There's nothing like law school to suck the joy out of the holiday season; Thanksgiving is spent outlining, when really it should be spent getting fat and watching football. And since for some reason law school finals always end really late (last year our last final was a 24-hour take-home final, due on Dec. 23, and this year my last paper is due Dec. 22. Yay! Hopefully I won't get the flu again this year), the run-up to Christmas, which should be spent shopping for gifts and decorating Christmas trees and drinking hot chocolate on the couch while watching Monty Python (ok, that has nothing to do with Christmas but I like Monty Python), is instead spent in a desperate, coffee-and-panic-fueled bid to fend off failure.

At least there are peppermint mochas. Those are festive.