Three finals down, one to go. You may have noticed a brief spike in my posts here. A big part of that is me finding clever ways to avoid studying. It's a bad habit and a big reason why I spend most of my waking hours in the library. After exams, however, is break time. Today was one of those days.

My first test was Civil Procedure II. Civ Pro I was my lowest grade last semester, but I think I did a pretty good job on this test. Of the three essay questions, I had a pretty good amount to say on the first one, not a lot on the second one (but that sounds like everybody) and a little bit for the third one. I know I got at least one multiple choice question wrong, but I have a good feeling overall. That's how I usually feel before I wind up doing badly, but I dunno. I'm optimistic.

Criminal Law was aces. It was two essay questions and I feel like I did a very good job on both of them. I discussed the first one with a half L (someone who started law school in the spring semester) after the test and I did a good job arguing my answer against him (because he was very clearly wrong: I was holding my outline and pointing at the law that proved him wrong), so if I can outwit a stubborn half L surely I can charm my prof. The second answer involved Ken murdering Barbie, accidentally killing Buzz when he intended to kill Bullseye, and trying to inadvertently destroy Woody. You can bet your ass I filled that answer with Toy Story jokes. The best part of the entire test was when I realized that Ken was poisoning the waterhole. If you don't get that then we can't be friends.

Property was today and it was a doozy. Word on the street is that it was a doozy for everybody, so at least I'm not alone. I'm pretty sure we didn't go over one of those multiple choice questions in class... Or I was out that day.

Constitutional Law is this Friday, the day after my birthday (hint hint). After that I go watch the Avengers in glorious 2D, pick up my brother from the airport and watch my sister graduate from college the next morning. Then the males in my family get to move whatever stuff I have left over to my friend's attic for the summer.

The most exciting thing of all that I just realized is also one of the geekiest. Back on November 11, last year, I was pretty bummed. That little game about rims in the sky came out and I didn't buy it. People asked if I was going to, and I said no. I couldn't. I didn't just play its predecessor. I was consumed by it. I lost almost entire nights of sleep over it. One semi-full playthrough took me over a month of solid game time. But I promised myself something: once the school year was out, I'm getting it. My friend promised to not get it either until I'm out so she wouldn't make me jealous, and we're exchanging the game as a joint birthday present. As soon as I'm out of school, I'm going to be off the Earth and back on Cyrodiil.