Escape to MA

The ICA. I had to see this exhibit.

The weather was very SF/London.

And it rained most of the day (Friday).

Luckily, it did not look like this on the day of the wedding itself.

The Hills: Up and Down

Painted ladies with the FiDi in the background.

Beetles!

No Time

I don't know where these days go - I wake up and bum around for a few hours, and then suddenly it's nighttime. I suppose Daylight Savings doesn't help either...

Bait and Switch

I was complimented tonight (multiple times) while wearing my suit. Pretty good given that it's six years old, right?

Truncate

Because it can't be said enough - the best thing about a couple days off from school is that the weekend is already here. Hurrah!

Day of the Rest

At one point I was hoping that Saturday would be my non-law school day.

How silly of me - or perhaps even arrogant. It's not like I got in this to escape.

Truck Comeuppance

Walking home by a parking lot I saw a bunch of people piling into a truck, one of whom had vomited onto the carpet and the ledge that gives you a step up into the passenger seat. Take that gas guzzlers!

Civilized Procedure

Last night some people came over and I cooked dinner. It felt very grown-up, at least until we decided to finish the night by watching a superhero movie. Of course, on the other hand, for our generation The Dark Knight is equivalent to The French Connection, so...

Weekend Update

The good thing about this term is that I don't have any Friday classes, so I pretty much have a three-day weekend, right? Unfortunately not. I've been going out on Thursday nights which is a nice decompression after four days of work. Fridays are usually spent in study groups and running small errands; study group takes up a good four hours, so by the time I finish that and eat, etc., it's usually the evening and I'll end up going out again. Hurrah. Saturday has become Non-Law School Day during which I avoid even thinking about classes and schoolwork, instead doing all the things I would be doing if I didn't have coursework (aka, being lazy). And Sunday is homework day for Monday and trying to figure out what's going on. By Sunday the guilt has set in and I usually spend six hours in the reading room to catch up. But after all the fun of the weekend, I suppose the tradeoff is fair.