My Mom and Dad

I wrote the following a few weeks ago, and the decided to save it and publish it today, on my parents 30th anniversary. I think my parents are amazing, and that I am truly in awe of their marriage, and think I could not be luckier than to be a part of the family they have created.
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I have been thinking lately how lucky I am that I actually miss my parents. I miss them great deal. The home I grew up in was a warm, wonderful, happy place to be, and although the house has changed, whenever I visit home I feel the same sense of safety, warmth and belonging. As much as I am finding Vancouver a happier place to be these days, I still get homesick, and on less than ideal days, I find myself wishing I could have a big bear hug from my Dad or a soothing shoulder massage from my Mom.

I have a number of friends who don’t particularly find their family to home to be an inviting place. They don’t get along with their parents and visits home are filled with tension and difficulty. Quite a few people I know have to carefully orchestrate visits around the facts of an unhappy divorce. Or they simply find visiting home boring because they have nothing in common with their parents. I also have at least four friends, which seems like a rather high number to me, who lost a parent when they were in their teens. So they miss their Mom or Dad, but can’t ever see them again.

I don’t understand why some people end up drawing the short straw on this one, but all I can say is that I will gladly suffer any other hardships life cares to throw at me, as long as I have my fantastic Mom and Dad at home rooting for me. I miss home, and sometimes that sucks. But I really wouldn’t have it any other way.

What happens after midnight in the law school

There's maybe a dozen people still in the Interaction Area of the law school, and about 10 minutes ago, a chair race broke out. Using the wheeled chairs and a very rigorous set of rules (we are law students after all) several burnt out law students are competing to see who can get the most distance kneeling on a wheeled chair after a running start. Law school is the most weirdly dual thing I've ever experienced. I've never known something to suck so badly and be so much fun at the same time.

He folded my laundry :)

This site is serving to give a much needed giggle here and there while I write the world's shittiest paper. I may have 180 pages to read yet and 3000 words left to write, but the potential next president of the usa is being awfully nice.

The Story of my Contracts Final

It sucked. And I felt like crying. But there were too many people around, and by that point I was just too tired to really care anymore. And now I am still too tired to care, but 4,250 words still stand between me and alternating my time exclusively between sleeping and drinking.

Um, I love this commerical

I don't have another exam until Monday, so last night, I spent a luxurious hour watching television and unwinding after my property exam. It was nice to have bit of a break, and best of all, I saw this new add for Autotrader.com, twice. I know it's kind of vulgar, but I think it is hilarious.

Thrilling News!

I washed my hair today!
No, seriously. Judge me if you want, but you go to law school, and you'll see what passes for excitement 5 days into finals.

The Story of My Constitutional Law Final

It sucked. I cried.
The End.

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This is how we amuse ourselves while studying for finals.
I am prepared to fight dirty and do whatever it takes to win, even against 5 year olds.

Easier to see the words on the page

I have actually taken to sitting in the interaction area to study. It's a little noisier, sure, but at least I expect it to be a little noisier, I have my headphones in anyway, and it is much easier to study when I am not BLINDED BY RAGE.

I get the distinct impression that a lot of my posts during my exam period will include the gratuitous use of CAPS. Sorry about that, but I don't think it can be helped.

Guess where I am now?

I wish that more people in my program could tell the difference between the Interaction Area (main floor area in the Law building with couches and fooseball table) and the second floor of the library.
I know the difference.
The interaction Area is for INTERACTING. The second floor of the library is for SHUTTING THE FUCK UP.

Injuries

Check out what Storming the Wall does to your upper arms. When you're struggling to get up, the marshals keep screaming at you "ELBOWS! ELBOWS!" to get you to make sure you are firmly on the wall. It puts a wee bit of pressure on the upper arms, and I bruise like a damn peach.




Then there is this little injury. See the little gouge right by my part, on my forehead? On Monday I had a small, informal dinner party, and I accidently broke the cork in the first bottle of wine I opened. I thought I could still corkscrew it out, rather than just push it in, so I drilled the corkscrew way down, but then it was so far down that I couldn't use the little lever mechanism, so I just had to pull. And pull I did. So hard that the cork flew out of the bottle, and I smacked myself in the head with the corkscrew. I actually fell on the floor, I was laughing so hard. I guess I just don't know my own strength.