Sunday, Coffee Sunday.

Sitting at Panera with two law school buddies, partaking of the free wireless and ample table space:

"Ok, so if the wife dies, and then the husband remarries a woman who was born after the wife died, and then they have a baby, and then the husband dies, and then the baby dies, who gets the house?"

"I think I need another croissant."

"Can I have a future possessory interest in your croissant?"

"Is that an offer?"

"There's no consideration! Even if you accepted, it wouldn't be binding."

"This conversation is intentionally inflicting emotional distress on me right now."

"I think I need another croissant."

Semi-Finals, Baby!

Oh yeah! Down to 8 teams out of 90! This is nuts!

Excuse me while I start my homework at 11:32 p.m.

PS: My partner and I have dubbed ourselves "The Hairy Germans" Please root for us on Tuesday.

PPS: There is a backstory, I am not going to put it on the internet. =)

Negotiatrix.

For the past few weeks, I've been participating in a negotiation competition; basically, it's like debate or moot court, but simulates various negotiating scenarios that lawyers face (forming contracts, out-of-court settlements, divorces). My partner and I made it through to the third round tonight! We were up against some really good people and were pleasantly surprised. I am also shocked at how much I enjoy using my "killer instinct" to go after the opposition's weak points. The best part is I do it all in my friendly LegalEagle voice and smile like a banshee. It seems to work! It's all about being prepared and reading between the lines to infer your opponent's secrets, and it's really really fun!

Anyway, just thought I'd share a non-aggravating experience!

Driving in Boston

Driving here is an art form, and not a nice one. I have always been one of those rather annoying, mostly law-abiding people who tried to drive according to the rules. In Boston, the rules are that there are no rules other than "Go faster" and "Merge or die." Sometimes it's almost fun, but most of the time it's exhausting and pretty scary. I really don't understand why otherwise sane people get in their cars and lose all (or most) reason and logic. Ex., if there are two lanes of traffic merging into one, neither having the right of way, logically you'd take turns, one by one, merging into the lane. Here? Whoever pushes the nose of their car far enough out in front of you that you'd hit them if you continued - they win. And if you don't follow this strategy, but instead wait for someone to let you out, or a light to change, a break in the traffic, etc., you get honked at! And not just "tap, tap" kind of honking. A driver in front of me actually honked his horn for almost half a mile because the driver in front of him didn't react quickly enough to a light change for his tastes.

Word of the day: HARRUMPH.

I though DanceFest deserved its own post.

Because I don't think I make a fool of myself in public enough...

Random weekend tidbits.

Things I did this weekend that I haven't done for a long time/ever and that make me happy:

Tailgating at a football game.

Dressing up in matching dorky fan t-shirts with 3 new friends.

Getting a little sunburn on my nose.

Walking almost all the way around main campus and discovering several new and ever-uglier Eagle statues.

Having an argument in which I ended up defending Jews for Jesus and the existence of Santa Claus, all in one car ride.

Eating popsicles and getting sticky and disgusting and not really caring.

Enjoying the Federal Rules of Civil Procedure. (This is officially the weirdest item on my list.)

Deciding that I should always refer to the Federal Rules of Evidence as "Fred" in my notes.

Spending a significant chunk of time in which I should have been doing homework dancing around my teensy apartment in my sports bra, while enjoying the sounds of Ricky Martin. (And realizing DanceFests should probably include closing the curtains.)

Considering the mixture of 4 kinds dried fruits into one large ziploc bag "cooking."

Considering moving my pile of dirty clothes from one side of the room to another "cleaning."

Considering said DanceFest "exercise."

Realizing when you can take you pants off without unbuttoning, it's definitely time to get new pants.

I shall be...

persistently optimistic.

Do you think you can choose to be a glass-half-full person, or are you just born that way?

And if you ARE born that way, then life beats it out of you, can you get it back?

This asketh the girl who is apparently enjoying law school way too much.