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Today I took my criminal law final. It was, um, what's the right word? Hard. Hellish. Complicated. Oh, how about Fucked Up. Yep, that about covers it. Although you all have lovely manners and would never do anything naughty, should you decide to kill somebody, you had better hire somebody else to represent you. If you hire me, you can then keep me on staff to decorate your cell.

(Okay, so this is a bit over dramatic. It wasn't that bad. But it wasn't a picnic in the park either and I, being bored, am creating excitement and dramatics for your (and my) benefit. I typed away for three hours on the test and I can honestly say that I have no idea what I talked about--it could have been good, it could have been bad. It could have been about gothic cathedrals, for all I know, although I am reasonably sure I stuck to murder. For the most part, anyway.)

It's now on to Contracts and the only thing keeping me going, the only thing keeping me plugging away, is that if I live, I will get to go to Ikea. Only four more days with this pile of books and I will be free to eat meatballs and fill up my cart with cheap glassware and various utensils.

I will be doing most of my Christmas shopping at Ikea, with the remainder of the gifts being purchased at the grocery store, in an amazing one-day, two-store shopping blowout. I have only purchased one gift so far--some gears toy for Drew which has about a million little parts for him to scatter all over Kathryn's house (am I an awesome friend or what?)--and I ordered it during the summer so I don't think it technically counts.

In summary, this is what happens to you when you go to law school:

a) All you have to talk about is law school
b) You over-dramatize and over-analyze
c) You discover that the grocery store is full of great gifts*
d) You look forward to an hour in a retail chain
e) Christmas? Already? Oh, god, am I in some trouble.

*Hello! Wine, beer, champagne, cans of nuts, good chocolate, candles, vodka, Baileys, Us Weekly, Jello, Nutella, peppermint ice cream, hot fudge, cat food. See what I mean? One stop shopping with something for everyone.

Comments

[Hope]

I hear ya! I only have one final, but I've been obsessing over it for a week. After I take it this morning, I might not actually feel guilty for Christmas shopping. Maybe.

[Rene]

Talk about a stressful month :P First you worry about yourself because of school, then you worry about yourself because you have to worry about someone else and what they want. When really all you want is to stop worrying and relax. You have my sympathy, if that helps any :P

[RA]

Hey, Ikea has cool stuff. I wouldn't mind if people shopped for me there! :)

[Stephanie]

Grocery store Christmas shopping? Is that what I have to look forward to in grad school next year?

[Nicole]

I like your Ikea and Kroger plan. I hope the rest of your finals go very well. x

[jesser]

LOL. Sista's last law school final (for this semester) is today ... and she's starting shopping tomorrow. Poor girly. Luckily she has me to help her ... I have our parents just about covered. But she still has a few folks to buy for ... like finals aren't stressful enough!!

Personally, I'd take the peppermint ice cream. :)

[Katie]

Congrats on getting through your final...one more to go :)

[Nicole]

Oh while your at Ikea
keep an eye out for a bed!
The last time I checked
the bed that I wanted was there!
I want something low to the ground in either a queen or double
and it mus have storage in it too! So if you see anything like that let me know!

Ciao!
See you next week.

[janet]

cat food as a Christmas present...who knew? Congrats on being almost 1/6 done!

[Zandria]

What an insane, nerve wracking experience! On the bright side, at least your first semester is almost over. :)

[kathryn]

you are an awesome friend!

[Chris]

Fingers crossed. And I will say, I think you underestimate the importance of interior cell design.

[Raven]

I would be thrilled to get Nutella and fancy pants foods for Christmas!

[nicole]

I'm pretty sure the same thing happens when you become a mama. xoxo