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the torts final yesterday was hell on earth. i'd say it was demoralizing, but since there's nothing in particular i can point to that i did badly (except for the overarching "Everything"), it's more numbing. it was like writing five memos in three hours. the fact pattern was sixteen pages long, and you name the tort principle, it was probably in there. converting my character count to pages, i probably wrote the equivalent of 16 or 17 pages, but it wasn't good pages...it was flipped-out crap. i got to all the parts, but some of my parts were less than steller, and the rest of them were utter disasters.

i had felt so good going in. i studied, i felt like i knew the material. i guzzled a bunch of coffee. i blasted a double-whammy of awesome music that i am now going to play before each of my finals: "burnout" by 7g and "first day of my life" by the rasmus. then...the test. the test was intentional infliction of emotional distress. i am suing.

after the test i went out with chris for a burrito, and then over to hilabeans' place for some drinking, rescue rangers, geeky games, and hanging out. rescue rangers was not as funny when i was a kid as it is now. there was an episode where this crazy egg collector wanted a booby egg, so he stole baby booby from mommy booby...and all the characters just kept saying "booby" as much as possible. it was so wrong...and utterly hilarious.

today i have a property review session. it was supposed to be at noon...but it got moved to 12:30 for some reason. it gives me an extra half hour to surf the internet, i guess, and watch bad tv. i have mtv2 on; the rest of tv sucks, and they are having their rock countdown. they've played some pretty good stuff since i've turned it on...system of a down, fall out boy, weezer, green day...surprisingly enough, Stuff That Does Not Suck.

i hope my property final does not thoroughly vanquish me like torts just did.