"You can try to resist, try to hide from my (lists), but you know, yes you know that you..."

...can't fight the (law)(school)." So. Close. So. Burned. Out. So in need of new, non Leanne Rhimesy music to come up on shuffle.

One more "real" (read 100%) final, one "fake" (read 30%, take-home) final, and then I'm out of here! In a week I should be lounging on Rachel's roof in NYC sipping a mojito and contemplating my next move. (Why doesn't blogger know the word mojito? That's just plain wrong.) Yes, I'll still have the law review write-on competition to do (another week of legal writing, yay!), and then a car trip to Minnesota to start my new job, but I think I'm just about to get over the hump.

Random other Minnesota-Boston things going on this weekend: Twins beat the Sox, then the Sox beat the Twins. Almost hope the Twins win tomorrow. (Blasphemy!)

Obama - yeah, I'm excited! Now, HRC, please, just STOP. I believe I've mentioned this before, but IT'S TIME TO GO HOME. I even used her as an example of carpetbagging Senators on my Con Law exam. Mostly because I'm a panderer to my conservative professor, but also because she's really REALLY annoying me lately. And I'm one of those white women who is supposed to be voting for her.

Had a dream where I ran over a dog. It was awful!!!! The dog just ran out into the street! Interesting new form of stress dream.