Some people just have too much money

I can't believe anyone would pay this much for a 10-year old piece of bread... if anyone is interested I have 8 pieces of old bread in my fridge!


Crazy old bread

The Last Law Night

I'm wondering if I should go to law night this Wednesday. I definitely want to go, but I get the feeling it won't be that many people there this week. Gee, I wonder why =P

Well, I think that if I do all my studying like a good girl and then go hang out I'm entitled to it. Just have a few shots, kick back and relax, and see who else is fun enough to come out the week before finals. It's always fun to watch people get drunk and make complete asses of themselves. Maybe I'll regret going out so much after I get my grades, but at this point it's hard to feel that way. Somehow I think that I'll never regret going out to meet new people. A person can never have too many views on life.

Otherwise, it's interesting seeing how various people react to finals week coming up. One guy I know starts trembling violently and smoking like a chimney when finals are mentioned; another girl I know basically has the "oh f*ck it" attitude. Personally, I think I subscribe more to this latter view than anything else. Of course, I guess it really does all come out in my subconscious because I've had so many dreams about Kurtz and the final (it was even more unpleasant than usual to see him outside of the classroom)over the break where I woke up screaming future remainders. I think I speak for a great deal of us when I say I just want finals to be over.

Let It Snow

It's snowing!!!!!!!!

Finally. I've been waiting all semester for it to snow. This year it has arrived pretty late, although I did notice that it seemed to be getting later and later each year for a while now. Oh well, as long as it gets here. I always get really excited over the first snowfall, but then I get sick of it since it stays for so long. I just hope I don't get into a car accident this year. It'll be interesting trying to walk to school amidst the snow tomorrow morning if it's still around. Looks like it's time to go dig out the good ole ice scraper and put it to use again.

Hope everyone had a good turkey day!

Lost the damn race

Ok, so I thought getting up at 6:30 and hitting Staples by 7am would be good enough to get the stuff I wanted from there. Nuh uh, nope. All of the 512mb Micro-Cruzers sold out in the first 10 minutes of opening, nor did they have the $40 Iomagic dvd burner I wanted. It was sick, just sick. Here I was, all ready to buy the cruzers and dvd burner + dvd-r's, and I was thwarted. Every place I went to today were plumb out of all the cruzers. If there was ever blueballs for shopping, I've got em.

So, in retaliation I bought the Nintendo DS. I know, it doesn't make sense. The reason I didn't get the $40 GBA was b/c they still didn't make em w/ the backlight, so screw that. Of course, I could have bought the GBA SP, but I thought, what the hey, I don't buy electronics everyday, and since I didn't buy any of the stuff at Staples I now had that money to spend instead. I have to say, the dual screen is pretty damn cool, and the graphics are super sharp. It's backwards compatible with the GBA games in addition to its own DS games.

The smell of turkey

I think I may have heard the strangest thing today. My friend and I had a nice Thanksgiving dinner: turkey, mashed potatoes, and dressing. Afterwards, we were playing cards when he suddenly told me that he had a weird thought. Stupid me, I actually asked what it was. He then tells me that he thinks the smell of turkey is like the smell emitted by a horny girl. Apparently they both have a similar musky odor. Hell if I know what he's talking about.

I guess you really can associate everything with sex.

Giving thanks for new beginnings

It's officially T-day right now. Even though I may bitch non-stop about anything and everything, I am grateful for a lot of things in life. I'm happy that I'm finally at law school and have been given the chance to prove my stuff. It's been a time of new beginnings for me in every sense: new place to live, new friends made, old ties lost, new aspects of myself discovered, new experiences tried.

Even though this has been the most work I've ever done in my life, it's been really fun just sitting back and watching everything unfold around me.

Ahhhh. I've decided that I'm not going to cook for today, it's too much work. I'm just going to go eat out, and utilize my time studying. Then I've got to get geared up and ready to go shopping at first light for tomorrow.

Friday morning I'm going to get hit up Staples and then maybe Target. I think the Gameboy Advance on sale at Walmart is not the SP, but Target has the Gameboy Advance SP + Spiderman 2 game for $79.99. I also can't wait to get the Micro-Cruzer for $30 at Staples.

Sometimes I wonder if I should have been born a guy. I'm pratically wet thinking about all the electronics on sale. Maybe I'd be happier if more clothes were on sale, but they're not really. I called around and they're not really having the best sales, not even for Early Bird. On the other hand, EB Games has the PS2 Slimline for $149.99. I think I might be game for a new gaming console in the very near future...

For those of you interested in sales for Friday: Black Friday Sales

Hooky anyone?

I'm so tempted to blow off my last class today and start break early. I'm overhearing all these people who are going to do that because they have various flights all over the country this afternoon. I'm betting that if I do go to class it will be just us losers who have nowhere to go for Thanksgiving or have nutty families we aren't in any hurry to see.

So what would I do if I didn't go to class today? I could clean up my apartment, do the laundry, go grocery shopping, go get a coffee table, another bookcase, watch a movie (hell why not watch several movies?), play some poker online, and SLEEP! The possibilities are so endless that I think I could cry for joy.

I can't wait for this Friday. I'm going to go shopping for some electronics. Walmart (I know, Walmart is evil, but really, $40?!) has the Gameboy Advance for $40, Staples has a 512mb flash drive for $30 and a dvd burner for $40, Best Buy has a 27" tv for $90, and a dvd player for $20. I think I also heard Kohl's is giving away $15 gift certificates to their first 300 customers, but I haven't verified this. I can't wait to go shopping!

Gobble gobble

Thank god Thanksgiving break is finally here. It really couldn't have come any sooner, since I am about to keel over from exhaustion. I am going to sleep in everyday of break, eat whatever and whenever, and watch TV! I haven't turned on the idiot box in so long that I don't even know what shows are on anymore. And I pay for cable every month too, which feels like such a waste of money. But I don't cut the service just in case I might want to watch tv. I do a lot of things because of "just in case." I hate wanting to do something and not being able to. To me, living life well and being successful is all about the exposure to choice. The poorer you are and unsuccessful, the fewer choices you have because you'll be forced to take a certain path in order to pay the bills. The better off you are, the more choices you have to pick from.

I'm wondering who is going to stay over the break here? I think we should get together one night and go out to a bar and get to know those people we haven't gotten to know yet. I'm game, who else is?

My little psychotic moments

Gawd, I hope I don't get called on in any of my classes tomorrow. What I really mean is, I hope I don't get called on in property, since I know I won't get called on in torts.

I've never told anyone this, but whenever I get called on I imagine a force-field around me, and the professor shooting little laser beams at me trying to find the chinks in my armor. When I answer something right, I think, "Ah ha! I blocked your move. Show me what you got!!", and in my mind I see a mini-me with a force-field around her and a battle shield with sword in hand deflecting blows. Of course, if I answer something wrong I just hang my head in shame while mini-me is getting her ass kicked. It's gotta be wrong to see the professor as the enemy.

I don't know if I was always this crazy or if law school has caused me to temporarily go insane.

Emotions running high

As it gets down to the wire, the atmosphere is fraught with anxiety and people are acting erratically left and right. I myself had two fights with my best friend just this week, and we'd never had a fight before. I'm not easily prone to crying, but I find myself turning on the waterworks at just about anything. One of my college friends was nice enough to send me a care package and I burst into tears when I read the card. At this point someone could tell me that my hair was short and I would cry. It's that ridiculous. I know everyone is really stressed at this point what with trying to study for finals and trying to prepare resumes to send out for summer jobs, but I think we should all remember to relax. I can't get anything done when I'm in my panic mode, and I feel like I'm running a losing race against the clock. It's just not worth it to live like this, and I'm not doing myself any favors working myself into an early heart attack.

To top it all off, I had nightmares of property all night. I was solving future interest problems all night in my dreams, and at one point I was talking in my sleep and woke myself up saying "vested remainder subject to complete divestment." It's a sick, sick world when you can't even escape school in your sleep.

Curtains for Crim

Thank goodness no more reading for Crim!!! I hated that book with a passion, not to mention sweating through each class praying that I wouldn't get called on for the little trials.

I think many other people are similarly relieved, although some people thought it was just getting interesting what with the animosity b/t some people. In general, I think lively debates are highly entertaining, but I have to say that I don't think a certain someone was very nice in class yesterday when addressing Mr. Green. What she said was a bit unprofessional and rather nasty in my opinion, and I can only congratulate Mr. Green for keeping his cool and not stooping to her level. One thing for sure, Crim has not been very boring lately.

So who's going to the documentary-on-Bibas movie night? I guess he got another copy of his PBS special. I heard from someone that his first copy got eaten by a student's VCR during a small-section dinner party last year. I'm glad to know he's obtained a replacement since he's so proud of the whole case.

When it rains it pours

I haven't blogged for a while b/c I just haven't had the energy to pass the muster. It's been a bad week for me, and I have been feeling so apathetic that I haven't been able to do anything. When I get into these funks I just sit around all day and sleep. Totally a bad attitude to have right before finals. Ick.

But the good news is, I woke up this morning feeling a little better, and I think I'm ready to snap out of it. Time to go read for Crim. It's going to be a bitch reading it cuz it's so long.

Outlining future interests and all that jazz

All right, I feel almost psychotic right now after having spent almost 3 hours trying to make head or tail of Chapter 4. Blah!!! One thing I'm happy about is that I finally understand the substitutional and successive construction aspects of definite failure of construction. Yay!!

God, I feel like such a pathetic loser being overjoyed about the future interests. That's ok, I'll be the pathetic loser that aces this part of the property exam. Muhahaha...

Ok maybe I should go sleep so that I can return to some semblance of normalcy. God knows I didn't get any sleep last night.

Tuning classes out....zzzZZZZ

I don't know what it is lately, but I can't seem to concentrate on anything for longer than 2 minutes. I stare at my professors, and I see their mouths moving, but I rarely hear what they're saying. Every now and then I'll tune back in and catch a snatch of something, just enough to confuse me even further. What's wrong with me? I think I may be on the verge of burning out.

I can't wait for Christmas to get here, so I can sleep in as much as I like. Of course, that would require getting through finals, which is most definitely not cool. I'm running scared just like everyone else, and it gets worse when I remember that our classes are curved. In essence, it's not enough to do well, we have to do well relative to each other. I don't really think it's fair that our classes are curved the first semester when we're still getting used to things and trying to figure out how to take exams. It's especially not cool when we receive no feedback on how we're doing and our exams end up being 100% of our grade. Too bad this law school isn't like those few top schools that don't even give grades. They just give P = pass or HP = high pass. Wouldn't that be great?? Then I wouldn't be losing any sleep over first semester grades.

I know that as long as you work hard to get to where you want to go, your grades won't stop you as long as you have the drive. But it's still stressful for me knowing that when the time comes my abilities will be pitted against the 220 other 1Ls.

Swearing like a sailor

I've recently noticed that my profanity frequency has hit the ceiling since coming to law school. I guess it's the stress of all the work. Just the other day I caught myself using the F-word just about every other word, and gesturing obscenely with my middle finger at the same time, just for someone stealing a parking spot from me at the mall. I'm a little scared. I see a lot of changes in myself that kind of scare me. It's even difficult to carry on a normal conversation without some hint of profanity creeping in somewhere. This is just disgraceful...my momma didn't raise me to have a filthy mouth like this.

Otherwise, it's been a pretty chill weekend, just tried to study some (unsuccessfully as usual) and then saw the Incredibles this weekend. I just loved how Pixar had lawyers put the super-heroes out of business. And then today, I saw another reference to law on the Simpsons, where a cook competing with Marge in the Bake-off says he did some act "with malice aforethought." Is it just me, or does pop culture seem more sprinkled with oblique references such as this? I probably didn't notice before since I wasn't a law student.

I love Saturdays

Saturdays...the one day of the week I can get up late without feeling guilty for sleeping in. Of course, Saturdays are also really busy since this is the day I've let all my errands pile up for (living like a filthy pig for the rest of the week). At this point I'm usually running out of underwear, have nothing to eat in the fridge except for suspicious green stuff, and my books are scattered indiscriminately with my clothes all over my apartment. Gross, huh? I'm guessing if you don't know who I am by now you will recognize me from this description of my apartment.

Other than doing errands, Saturdays are great b/c I can totally waste time and not feel pressured like I usually do on Sundays. For instance, I was on the phone for 1 hour and 40 minutes with my sister. I was basically listening to her wondering what she was going to do today, and then complain how pathetic her life was because she was watching an infomercial on a Saturday morning. I was thinking, how pathetic does that make me, seeing as how I'm on a long-distance phone call listening to her watch an infomercial.

Lame jokes at 6am

A bus stops and two Italian men get on. They sit down and engage in an animated conversation. The lady sitting behind them ignores them at first, but her attention is galvanized when she hears one of the men say the following:

"Emma come first. Den I come. Den two asses come together. I come once-a-more. Two asses, they come together again. I come again and pee twice. Then I come one lasta time."

"You foul-mouthed sex obsessed swine," retorted the lady indignantly.
"In this Country, we don't speak aloud in public places about our sex lives!"

"Hey, coola down lady," said the man. "Who talkin' abouta sexa? I'm a justa tellin' my frienda how to spella 'Mississippi'."


Don't ask me why I'm up at 6am, I haven't been able to sleep lately. If this keeps going on I'm going to have to go on sleeping pills again.

Applauding Gipp

Hats off to Barrett! That was an awesome impression of Bibas. You had it all going for you, with the hand gestures, the way he talks, and best of all the eyebrows!!!
That was one of the best Crim classes ever.

Otherwise, what was with B today? He had it in for all the people who came in late. Honestly, I think he's a little on the anal side with the taking attendance and tardiness thing. We're not in high school, if we don't go to class we're the ones who have to deal with the consequences of skipping class, don't punish us any further. Seriously, Professor B should take it easy.

Other than that, it's almost the weekend, whoo hoo!

Got milk?

Like at least a 1/3 of the class, I missed Property this morning. It wasn't my fault, I have a justification defense! It was the stupid train this morning, blocking my way in. I wasn't about to crawl under it like some of the other people did, I've seen what happens to you in the movies. Your shoe or something always gets stuck, and then the train starts moving, and you end up as the next roadkill on the tracks. Nuh uh, not me. I have to say, I was surprised to see Bibas jumping the train. He didn't do it until he saw these other girls do it first, which makes me wonder if he wanted to see someone else risk themselves first. Hm. Anyway, I was actually sad to miss Property, since I actually find Kurtz quite stimulating in the morning. Nothing like living in fear of being called on to get you awake in the morning, other than the bitter cold. Most mornings it feels like being bitch-slapped twice, first going outside and walking to school in the cold, and then going through Property at 8am bright and early.

Anyway, since I missed Property, I headed back home and decided to have a good old fashioned breakfast. This is when I had my NDE, all alone in my apartment. Times like this I wish I had a roommate. I was munching on a muffin, when a big chunk got stuck in my throat, and wouldn't go down. I started choking. I rushed to my refrigerator, and had nothing to drink except an unopened carton of milk. I struggled frantically trying to open it, and after an interminably long time I finally got it open and started gulping it down. It was like something out of one of those "Got Milk" commercials, especially the one where someone is eating a peanut butter sandwich, and he suffers the same problem I did. Why do they make these milk cartons so difficult to open? It's not a damn gun, it doesn't need so many safeties on it. It's not like a BB gun that I'm going to shoot myself in the eye with. I wonder if my parents could have sued the carton manufacturer for wrongful death if I'd died. There's probably a causation issue somewhere in there.

Why Can't I Be Legally Blonde?

Thinking about the whole thing about what PlayItAgainSam said on yesterday's comment, that reminded me of how Legally Blonde all came about. The woman who wrote the book, Amanda Brown, was basically in the same position as I'm in now. Ok, ok, maybe it's not exactly the same.

So good ole Mandy Brown was a law student just like us. However, I'm guessing she must not have been a very good one, because she spent all her time writing letters to her friends back home about the things she experienced in law school, even during class. That seems pretty daring. I know here there are some people who do the crossword in class.

Anyway, apparently she was such a gifted writer and wrote so entertainingly that it became a weekly ritual for her friends to get together every week and read her letters together. Now that is what I call a readership!

I mean, think about it. She was basically writing about the same kinds of things we are, but she was really lucky enough to get two movies and books out of the whole deal. When I hear about people like this, it makes me wonder why I'm still in law school. Brown dropped out of law school and never got her J.D. as far as I'm aware of.

It reminds me of what that Career Services woman told us: the highest earning alum from this school is a beader, dealing with making wedding tiaras or something like that. Maybe I really am stupid after all, since it seems that there is more than one path to riches and a satisfying life.

Talking to Property Professor in OH

After my first encounter with our property professor in his office hours, I don't know if I'm brave enough to do that again. When he puts you on the spot asking a question, I sometimes feel like I'm staring at the wrong end of a loaded double-barrel shotgun.

Maybe my old landlord was right. When she heard that I intended to go to law school, she took one look at me and told me it wasn't the right choice for me. Mind you, this was within the first 15 minutes of meeting her for the first time.

All I know is that I have moments where I doubt my choice of being here wildly. Usually this occurs when it's 3am and I know that I have to get to Property in five hours, and you never know when the professor will decide to start class a minute or two early like he did this morning. I always remember that I could have gone to work for a magazine and clawed my way up the fashion ladder like everyone else expected me to. Deep down I think I chose to take the LSAT and go to law school to prove to everyone that I'm not the ditz that everyone thought me to be. Whatever my reasons, the fact is that I'm here now, and I'm not going to wimp out in my first year. Not just yet, anyway.

I'm gay as Cary Grant?

Thanks for the laugh Anna.


"Notoriously, you're Cary Grant!

You churned out a bunch of high quality movies from an uncredited role in Singapore Sue (1931) to Walk Don't Run (1966), working with everyone from Alec Guinness to Alfred Hitchcock, through Katherine Hepburn and Marilyn Monroe. Your birth name was Archibald Leach - but that didn't stop you from being a mega-successful, international movie star.

You were also as gay as a Cornwall beach house; a long-running fling with fellow article Randolph Scott, who you lived with for many years, was followed by five unhappy marriages. You always denied your homosexuality, but being gay wasn't acceptable to a mainstream audience back then - and let's face it, you're pretty much a repressed stereotype."


Which Famous Homosexual Are You?
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Lack of sleep, food, and companionship

Now that I've been sleeping about 4-5 hours a night every night for so long, it feels like sleeping longer than that is a waste of time. My body now feels gorged on rest if I sleep even 6 hours. Sometimes I wonder if I'm going to just pass out for a week once I go home for Christmas. I know you don't catch up on sleep, but it sure seems as if people do. I remember my health teacher from a million years ago yelling "You don't catch up on sleep! Once it's gone, it's gone! Suck it up and move on!" She kinda reminds me of the health teacher in Mean Girls.

Not only that, I also have a much lower intake of food. I've discovered just how little you need to survive. Really, the only thing that matters is class, reading, and outlining.

As for companionship, I pretty much knew that I'd be celibate once I came here, since it really doesn't do to mix relationships with school. Even though I knew the reality, that doesn't mean I don't miss it. Who knows, maybe this is why I'm such a cranky bitch these days.

Altogether, it seems like the whole law school thing is rather dehumanizing. You become this machine that lives for school, and nothing else matters. I forget which professor warned us about pushing everyone and everything else to the backseat, but I take that warning to heart. When I take a step back and look at myself these days, I'm not sure just who I've become.

Begging for praise

You know what I realized today? We all seek praise from our teachers shamelessly. I realized this sitting in Crim today, watching the defense and prosecution for the Goetz trial. After one of the prosecutors cross-examined the defendant, Bibas told her she did a good job. I happened to be looking at her face right then, and the most beatific smile spread across her face. I don't think I've ever seen anyone look happier. I think a great number of us are secretly seeking such praise from all of our teachers, but we would never admit it to each other. We always act nonchalantly upon being congratulated by our peers.

I guess at this stage of the game, since we don't have any grades on the books, the only indication we have of our progress is from comments from our teachers. So some of us seek to say intelligent things in the hopes that we'll receive some recognition from the teacher that we studied hard. And when some lucky student does receive such commendation, the rest of us look upon enviously. Well maybe not all of us are envious, but at the least most people do remember which student was complimented by the professor.

The addiction of blogging...

Sigh, sometimes I think my life is so pathetic because I'd rather go blog than study or do anything else. Alright, that's not true, I'm totally up for drinking and hanging out with buddies (what else is there to do around here). But really, this whole blogging thing has completely exploded. There's Edward, LostInIowa, PlayItAgainSam, and countless others. This whole thing is just self-perpetuating. First there was LostInIowa, then that spawned a dozen more blogs (including myself) of people who thought, hey, I think that's a good idea!

Let's not forget who really started it all the way back in the dinosaur age: Scott Turow with his book One L. If you haven't read it yet, you should, because the book is really entertaining. Just don't get stressed reading it, and remember we don't go to Harvard. Too bad the author himself is such a pompous ass.

Anyway, it's funny how all the blogs out there are a source of entertainment for the law school, both for bloggers and their readers. I know that people are always looking for something to read other than their casebook, which is how they turn to all blogs on LiveJournal, Blogger.com, etc. Then comes the time when people make comments, and then have to keep checking to see if they got any replies. Of course, on the other end is us bloggers, because once we make an entry we're wondering if we got any comments. The worst is when you get a comment from one of our own professors, because you're totally not expecting that. You think that you have a blog for fun, and it's completely weird when you see that your professor has invaded this precious sanctuary too. It's like worlds colliding. It's bad enough that I have nightmares of Kurtz running after me screaming "State the Title!!!"

I'm just happy that there are some people out there who've said that they enjoy reading my blog. As always, I enjoy reading all the others out there too. Let me know if you want me to link to your blog.

Black Wednesday

I don't know if I'm going to show up in mourning tomorrow to school. I know everyone has heard the news by now: we're in for another four years with W. Now I feel too emotional to study. Darn you Ohio!!!! I almost agree with Edwards that Kerry should fight for Ohio. But that would also throw more tension upon the country like the last time.

Kerry told Bush that we needed a united country, but just look at the vote figures. The numbers speak for themselves --the country is already viciously divided.

Now I feel too sad to study. Someone cheer me up with a funny story.

Cursed day

Alright, after forcing myself to go to bed last night despite massive anxiety, I wake up to news that isn't any better. I just hope that it's not going to take forever like the last time to find out who won, or else I'm not going to have any hair left.

On another note, we had an interestingly lax class in property today. We basically spent the whole time on "what-if" questions regarding assets and marriage. It's nice to know:

1) In Iowa, you're better off not even joking about being married to the person you're living with, else this may be construed as a common-law marriage.

2) Some states define bigamy so narrowly that it's possible to have two spouses who live in different states and escape being held criminally liable for the act of bigamy.

3) Try not to get divorced after getting your advanced degree, or you might end up having to pay half your income to your ex-spouse for a very long time.

4) All the movies I've seen where spouses sue for damages saying that provided years of emotional support mean jack, since the professor told us today that you get $0 for emotional support.

5) Technically it could be easier to get citizenship through common-law marriage, even if it seems unlikely that someone would actually try this when they could have hard proof in the form of a marriage license.

Today's best quote from our property professor (IMO):

"Cohabitation without sex is a roommate."

The class ended on a great note, where Ms. Tucker asked what happens if you get really drunk w/ someone, and you wake up with a ring on your finger. Almost sounds like she's talking from personal experience...

Will this be a repeat of the last election?

So far, it's very close, folks: Bush: 210, Kerry: 199. The prospects aren't looking good, seeing as how OH and FL are still pending.

ACK!

Ok, this is like watching a train wreck in slow motion.
Bush: 195, Kerry: 112

The suspense is killing me!

Ok, I've been home for a while, and I can't get any studying done because of the election. It was running neck and neck for awhile, but right now Bush is ahead with 102 electoral votes, vs. Kerry's 77. Yikes. I'm really hoping that Kerry comes through on all the big states, like CA, NY, FL, PA, IL. Carrying these states would go a long way towards offsetting the disturbing amount of red I see spreading across the map as we speak. I just have to remember to breathe, and remember that no one lives in the god-forsaken states like WY, ND, SD, etc. Each of these states only have 3-5 electoral votes, but they're still adding up.

I get a bad feeling I'm going to be up all night without reading for Property tomorrow. I think school should be cancelled tomorrow so that we can all watch the election coverage. God knows I'm not going to be able to think straight in class.

More updates later. Hopefully I'll calm down enough to stop biting my nails to the quick as if I'm some cigarette-addict.

Another note on the election

I just got harrassed again, this time in person. Alright, I know election fever is running high, and they're just doing their job by making sure that registered voters are going to actually go and vote. It was just unexpected that someone came to my apartment to hunt me down.

Anyway, for the latest electoral vote results, click here.

RAP

Greeat..we've finally covered Rule Against Perpetuities in Property, and the topic is one of those weird things that I kinda get and kinda don't. On easy examples, I can figure em out, but one issue definitely gets me (and I heard Lauren ask this in class): how do you know whose life to measure by? Or, how do you know whose life is the validating life? I read the green book on this, but I'm still a bit unclear on that. When it says, "...some life in being." Whose life?? In class professor said that the time starts running either from the time of creation or from the death of T, but then he said during certain examples that it was measured by B's life, or measured by the lives of the children? Argh.

Other than that, life is great! Only one day left to vote. Yesterday I got a call from some woman who said she lived in my neighborhood, wanting to know if I was planning on voting, and if so, who for. That was the first time I've ever gotten a call from someone asking me if I intended to vote, and I've registered for plenty of elections. I guess this just goes to show this is a red-hot election year. Anyone willing to place $10 bets on the outcome?