Porcelain Superegos

One of my mom's mugs reads, "Watch out! Your worst antagonist is yourself." It was a promotional item for an acquaintance's computer shop.

I'd rather not get nagging advice from cups, but I guess if Chinese-Americans are okay with fortunes in cookies, they are okay with advice on mugs.

Funniest Video Ever

At least the video of the day. And trust me, despite an impending Contracts final, I watched plenty of internet videos today.

http://www.smithappens.com/video_dogvagina.php

Sleeping Unnaked

If I were the core of me, the me unmolded by experience, what would I be? I am afraid of the potentialities.

I am therefore thankful for my history.

Things of sentimental value--are they the sound of falling trees, the existence of which determined only by witnesses? Once gone the person who attaches sentimentality, the object retreats back to its own being. But older. Lonelier. Dusty.

The concurrent states of intro?spection and physical sensations fascinate. I think I am surrounded by my own flesh, but perhaps I'm outside rather than in? Or am I nothing if not this living, breathing flesh, this indefinable whole? Where do the unidentifiable parts reside? What gives me this life, I don't understand.

Diggity

In celebration of the only final left, I present a sketch by the famous Triple-H DDR Champ done during Contracts class:

Three Ugly Ducks Sitting in a Row

Con law final down; two more to go. My brain completely fried. More con law than I ever wanted to discuss. Ouch. Oh well.

Picked up first graded memo. Got exact median grade. Woohoo. Brain still fried.

My Taste Buds' Historical Experience

It's finals preparation time, and classes have ended. I went to school today, however, for my con law review session, which lasted from 10:30 am until 1:30 pm. I was so hungry afterwards that I decided to stop at the law school cafeteria, J.D.'s. I'm happy that I did, for on their menu today was the historical U.S. Senate bean soup. I'm feeling lucky.