the other Boelyn girl

Or how we cannot decide on a movie.

I was in the library for 7 hours today and did not even get close to finishing what needed to be done. I don't plan on spending that much time in the library every Sunday, but I am catching up from the wedding shenenagins. I have just given into the fact that I have to do every little bit of reading for Property. My prof wrote the book. She asks in class about all of the authority cited in the opinion. There's no just getting the story of the case and glossing over the details.

So I took copious notes for tomorrow and downloaded 150 extra pages of reading to flesh out some of the topics. All of it is interesting so I don't feel like any of this is pointless.

Actually, I finally feel like I am learning enough that I can ask questions. This week is a whole new story.

My study partner and I have an ambitious schedule for Crim so that we can take practice exams asap. I don't want to let him down. I have no idea how we got to be study partners. He's a quiet small Jewish guy and I'm, well, me. Very different. But, we both were attracted to some scent of smarts and cunning waftinf off of the other. I certainly had many other people I already knew to choose from. He may have know others too. We will see how it goes. All we talk about is school and I don't know him at all. And I like it that way.