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I drove around my home town last night with an old friend.

It changes so fast I barely recognize it. When I moved in there were trees everywhere, now there's just acre after acre of new subdivision. The old parts still feel familiar though. It's good being here.

I was out at the bar tonight, and I had friends there from three different groups I used to hang out with in high school... three stages of my life if you will, and it was great seeing all of them in one place. I guess that's what makes me feel at home here... I can drive around town and peel apart the layers of my life, reliving each phase in the places in which they occurred. I can go to the bar and sit next to 5 different people from 3 distinct social groups, all of whom I've known since I was 12, and we talk with the kind of familiarity only a group of old friends can pull off.

On the ride home, I drop my best friend off at his house. He rents his dad's old condo. I used to spend the night there sometimes when my friend was visiting his dad. I remember watching "The Predator" there when I was 13. I remember the day at the condo when friend convinced me to let him cut my hair. He did a fantastic job, and he continued cutting it throughout high school.

I turn away from the memories and go back to my car. I sigh, and start the engine. I turn on the radio and turn it to the same station I listened to when I was in the 7th grade, the same station that introduced me to Nirvana and Pearl Jam when I was a young, and discovering music for the first time. They play No Rain, by Blind Melon, and I smile, it was the first CD I ever owned.

The song ends, and I am happy. I'm home.

Portland

For any of you mofos living in Portland *ahem* Dagny... There's a really cool bar called The Kennedy School. It' s awesome. They took an old elementary school and turned it into a big hotel/bar... each classroom is a different themed bar, like one classroom is the whiskey bar, another is the cigar bar, and there was a big stage in the gym with music. It was a really cool place.

Spring Break

Attention: SPRING BREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKK!!!!!!


Woot. I'm going back to the north. I'm not going to my usual "frozen north," I'm going to my "native north," which isn't so much "frozen" as it is "rainy."

The girlfriend is coming with me, which is good. I look forward to showing her my native land.

Scratch Two!!!

Two down, one to go. Tomorrow I go do holy battle against a hypothetical SEC armed only with an outline, my laptop, and a tattered statute book.

Wish me luck.

Scratch One!

I can now set fire to my administrative law book. Thank God.

You know, this morning was the first time I've ever taken a law school exam and NOT felt a gnawing sense of urgency in the back of my mind. Having been through this FOUR times now, I guess I'm either getting used to it, or I stopped caring. Probably a little of both.

When got to the exam room I was seriously more annoyed about having to be at school at 9am than I was about having to take the test. Anyway, here's hoping for the median.

Also Citations, Good luck tomorrow on Contracts.

Woot

Securities is the fun that never ends.

Having finals 3 times a year totally blows.

I want to play video games with my new toy but I can't because I have to study for exams.

That is all.

Damn this statute book

FYI - Securities is the new Civ Pro.

The Rebirth

My new toy arrived in the mail today.

It's like a laptop, but it's monstrous, and it plays video games like a desktop. The Ultimate Notebook Experience is here, and a new era in personal computing has begun. I spent my summer money a little early :)

BYOC

It's finals time... and we all know what that means! Bring. Your. Own. Caffeine.

I saw the pepsi guy refilling the machine earlier this week, and they're already sold out of most of the diet caffeinated beverages. DAMN.

I was thinking, since I'm at this particular school, I should exploit the situation financially. Maybe hoard diet Pepsis and sell them out of my locker at grossly inflated prices. "Oh really, how much do you value this Pepsi???" The administration here would probably give me a medal for "Excellence in Free Marketeering."

Turn it off, take it outside, or cram it in your ass.

There is a woman who, for two of the past three days, has left her phone on IN THE LIBRARY, had it ring, answered it while still IN THE LIBRARY, and proceeded to have a conversation at normal volume, all while IN THE LIBRARY.

TURN YOUR PHONE OFF YOU FUCKER. TURN IT OFF. TURN IT FUCKING OFF YOU INCONSIDERATE PRICK.