finals week, whoo.

one final down, two to go.

we won't talk about the civpro final, beyond the fact that it was somewhere between not-so-good and completely sucktastic.

although today, after a really fun night last night, it's back to the grindstone. i swear, i have spent more time in the CWE prepping for these finals than i have all year...but it's easy to get to on the shuttle or metrobus, there are so many good places to study there, and i'm not tempted to go home and sleep since it's so far away. (although, now that i have my st. louis library card, i'll never be productive at the public library again. oopsie.)

oooh, shiny!

my crim law study aid has the best example ever.

it's discussing the insanity defense. one of the tests is the irresistible impulse test, where you can be found not guilty by reason of insanity if you can prove that you can't actually control your conduct.

the example that it gives: someone who is attracted to shiny things getting off for stealing jewelry because it's shiny.

don't worry, i won't start stealing shiny things and pleading insanity, because it would kind of suck to get thrown into a mental hospital for being obsessed with the shiny...but i'd be a liar to say that, when i'm a lawyer, i wouldn't relish the opportunity to argue the "OMG SHINY!!!!!111!!!!" defense and get my client off.

in other words, that example made my day.

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dear megabus,

not only are your bus tickets way, way, way cheaper than greyhound, but your bus station in st. louis is union station, which is not in a sketchy neighbourhood a mile off the bus line, but rather in a good neighbourhood right along the bus line.

in other words, i have a funny feeling that you're going to make possible many cheap, easy, and convenient trips to chicago.

sweet.

love,
me

oopsy.

why i'm a moron: i was signing up to play a $5 two table turbo sit-and-go poker tournament. being stupid, i clicked a two table turbo sit-and-go thinking that it said it was a $5 tournament...but, oopsy daisy, when the window loaded up to start the game--to my horror, it was a $50 tournament.

my poker bankroll, of course, is not such that i can afford to play a $50 tournament. $50 is a substantial bite of my online poker bankroll.

why it doesn't matter so much in the end: somehow, despite getting no cards (such as a sequence of getting trey-five for three straight blinds), i managed to finish fourth--and net a $100 prize. this resulted in much joyous yelling and cackling on my part.

still, though, i'm going to double, triple, and quadruple check the entry fees before signing up for a sit-and-go. i got lucky this time, but i'm not going to tempt fate by being dumb enough to do it again. once is enough.

mientkiewicz sucks!

mientkiewicz sucks! mientkiewicz sucks!

(although, the *real* question is what adds the most to his suckitude, what he does now or what he did then. back then he was slinging mud about south siders and their diminished capacity to refrain from beating the crap out of all-stars, and now he's a member of the red sox. i'd say then, but it's a close one.)