No Good Titles Come To Mind For This ...

I survived all my finals and made it home for Christmas, and I will most definitely be a bad blogger for the next few weeks. I am actually quite excited about the prospect of choosing my own books to read for nearly an entire month. Yesterday, for example, I sucked up my pride and read the first of the "Vampire Books" that every female in the state seems to be obsessed with. I admit, I read the entire book in one day, but by the end the constant and excessive proclamations of love became a bit (or a lot) much. Sorry Mom, but if True Love means doing nothing but telling someone repeatedly, over and over again, all the time, how much more I love him, how dazzled I am by him, and how I cannot possibly live or breathe without him, I am definitely staying single ...

My Life ...

You know your life has reached new lows when:

1. You drink Airborne with your lunch. Like a regular beverage.
2. Your pantry has five types of cold medicine, and basically nothing else.
3. Interacting with the outside world means turning on the television for the first time all week.
4. You get more excited about a brief (and unfortunately temporary) respite from the constant ringing in your ears than about the Christmas decorations at the White House.
5. You saw someone relieve herself while riding the Metro. (Yes. IN the Metro car. In front of me.)

Seriously. Wow. Only one more final until I rediscover real life ...

Higher Math ...

So, in addition to my cold, the doctor at the oh-so-lovely urgent care center where I spent my Saturday morning tells me that I have an ear infection. So I take my prescription for 20 pills to the local Rite-Aid. I come home and find that I have only ten pills. I call them, they remember my nasally voice, and tell me to come back to get the other ten. I tell them I will come later. And I do. They give me the new prescription. I resist my neurotic urge to count the pills in the store. Surely no pharmacist would miscount ten pills, right? I come home. I count the pills. All eight of them. I go back yet again. Seriously. Makes me worry.

In other news, last night C. and I decided to recover from our most recent final by going out to see the lights at the D.C. Temple. On the way we stopped at a delicious pizza place by the National Cathedral, and we strolled over to check out the cathedral, too, to cover as many religions as possible in one night. (OK, so we just covered two. But still.) As C. so wittily quoted my new favorite speech-giver, "We need the prayers of all faiths to get through these finals." And we do. C., for the record, also has a cold. But she kindly listens to me complain as though I am the only person in the world ever to have such an ailment ...

A Good Speech ...

I liked Mitt's speech. Actually, it made my day. To see it, click here ...

Good News, Bad News ...

The Good News:
It snowed. And my first final is finished.

The Bad News:
My cold seems to be getting worse. And I still have to take three finals ...

The Highest Court In The Land ...

Birthday buddies T. and C.

On Friday I made an exception to the all-day-every-day study rule for a chance to a) see one of my favorite people, my friend T. (who not only shares my love of all things London but the same birthday, too) and b) take a special tour of the Supreme Court (led by one of Justice Thomas' clerks, who happens to be T's relative). However, what I thought would be a motivational tour making me want to study more in fact made me worry more. (I should be home! I should be studying! I should be reading and rereading! I should be highlighting! I should be writing and rewriting! I should not be enjoying myself!) Really, a person cannot walk through halls and halls of law books without feeling a twinge of guilt for those unopened books at home. But seeing T., along with the Supreme Court courtroom, dining room, library (which of course I loved) ... AND basketball court (the highest court in the land, located directly above the courtroom and complete with one sign forbidding playing during court proceedings and another one announcing Justice O'Connor's jazzercise class) made the worry worth it ...

P.S. Sorry, Dad and R., but you will definitely need to rely on a more studious someone to get you access to play on that court ... unfortunately, I did not learn by osmosis during my tour ...