You Know You're In Law School When...

I had a dream where I was hanging out with friends, laughing and talking and generally having a good time. Then I looked at the clock and it was 7 pm and I began to freak out, because I realized I hadn't done any outlining that day. I was so upset that I woke up, still shaking.

This can't be a good sign.

Pet Peeve

I try not to delve into my pet peeves here, mostly because it results in incoherent babbling and much gnashing of the teeth, which doesn't translate well to a blog. But I will outline one that has been irritating more than usual lately - I hate, hate, HATE it when people engage in armchair psychology. Case in point - Britney Spears's camp telling everyone and their dog that the chick who is the running for "Worst Mother Ever" is schizophrenic, bipolar or (my favorite) - has multiple personalities!

Let's be honest - even if she did have one of these rare (and on one count, probably fictional) diseases, anyone associated with Britney doesn't have enough brain power to open a jar of pickles, much less diagnose psychological problems. No one except a PhD does - a PhD that has actually talked to the wreck-without-underwear.

This is just a thought, but perhaps she should stop snorting things into her nose. Psychotic or not, that can't be helping her any. Just an amateur opinion, free of charge. Two can play at that game!

*Gnashes teeth*

Late Christmas!

I'm going to brag a bit here. Being in law school, many of my more materialistic desires are postponed (as is the hope that I will ever have confidence in my own intelligence again). But occasionally, the stars align and I have both excess Christmas money and a husband who has a discount at his job.

You see, for the past 5 years I've been living with this little tinker toy that my father dug out of a closet for me:


Enough was enough. So we got this:


Now you see the fireplace. Now you don't. *insert gleeful laugh* Ahem... No really, it's amazing what a bit of indulgence can do for one's spirit, especially in the midst of post-holiday, pre-finals blues. Not that this is healthy for my grades or my bank account to do all the time, but every once in awhile is fabulous.

Half Way There

So as I begin my 2008 blogging, I realize that I am officially on the downward slope. I have less law school ahead of me than I have behind me and it's rather shocking that a) I've survived and b) so has Jon. I guess this sort of thing is more easily celebrated when your law school has semesters and not quarters that bridge over Christmas break, but I still consider it an achievement.

Well, it would be an achievement if I had actually done something over break. Last year, I came back from Christmas, having done nothing, and freaked out that exams were shortly following. I swore not to do it again... and so, of course, I did. It's difficult for me to learn the most basic of lessons, apparently.

I hope that the second half of this quarter will go well. I hope that the second half of law school will too. I even dare to hope that it will be better than the first half. I hope that the past year and a half hasn't been simply a sinkhole for my money, time and sanity, and that I will not become the law school equivalent of Charlie Brown. What can I say? I'm nothing if not an optimist.