I bought it and I don't even own a pipe.

I guess that's what you'd call great marketing.

Ouch

Why I love Berkeley

I did go to the Jejune institute website to investigate, having suffered from many of the issues they list. Berry Berry Interestink. If you can't read it, click on the image for a larger view.

I'm not crazy. Oh. Wait...

Cramming galore. Definitely not sane. Feeling excited that it's almost over and suffering from regular anxiety attacks because I'm almost out of time... two weeks left! My dream anxieties are completely focused on my hair. I've got bald spots, I'm completely gray, my hair falls out in handfuls. Fortunately, not happening in real life. At least not the balding part. As Lily announced to her kindergarten class and all the parents on the last day of school, "this picture of hair dye reminds me of my mom because she dyes her hair." I love hair dye.

Today I woke up at 3:30 in the morning and started studying because I couldn't sleep. At 8:45 am I started cutting down a dead tree. I was still wearing my bathrobe and nightgown. I was waiting with Molly in my driveway for my cousin Gabby to pick up Molly for Girls' Rock camp (Molly's band is called "Vomit Punks" except the shirt stencil didn't work so her band T just says "vomit"), and noticed that the dead tree was likely to fall onto our car. It's been dead (the tree) and next to our car for about four years, but today it seemed particularly problematic. It's actually on our neighbor's property so I TRESSPASSED on their land by removing the tree, but I had the defense of NECESSITY to prevent the greater harm of the tree falling on my car which would have resutled in the neighbor's TRESSPASS TO MY CHATTEL. These thoughts were going through my head while I cut away, so technically, it counted as studying. Gabby arrived to pick up Molly and yelled out the window "Emily, you look crazy" so I stopped.

Flashcarded for a while in the living room, but then couldn't resist the call of the dead tree. Showered and put on exercise clothing so I wouldn't look "crazy," then went out and tore the tree down with my bare hands. Actually I used a branch cutter and pretended it was my bare hands. It felt really good. It was a small tree, but just the right size to relieve some of my stress, especially when I beat the branches down so they'd fit into the compost container. I was under the delusion that I was totally in control until I got the chance to crush something... Then I went back inside and did more flashcards. Like nothing had happened.

Home Stretch

Flashcard Athlete has finished writing her flashcards. It took over a month, pretty much, full time - with time out for multiple choice questions and practice essays. I celebrated with a little dance when I was done. Then I realized I had forgotten to do cards for criminal procedure. Wind from sails.

Here they are as compared to a standard marshmallow, for perspective. I wanted to take the photo of the cards next to my head, and query: will it all fit? But I couldn't fit my head into the picture. I thought the marshmallow would do as a substitute. In a symbolic act, I ate the marshmallow just after I took the photo.