Who would have ever though law school would have entailed so much reading?  Tonight I get to read 25 pages in contracts, 40 in legal writing/research, another 20 or so in property and about 15 in civ pro.  So far I skimmed the writing/research and played around with my new computer.  This is quite an adjustment from my no-book-buying undergrad years. 

So far, law school has been a scary, fun and bizzare experience.  Lots of work, but it's rather unbecoming to be visably frazzled here.  I don't know if it's the West Coast mentality, but it's pretty chill, I guess.  They keep telling us grades don't matter (you'll get that golden handcuff job if you really want it) and you have to try to flunk out.  Odd.

My classmates seem pretty good so far (better looking than I first expected).  It's quite a social group and everyone is still "on" this early in the semester.  I'm curious to see if the Mod get-togethers and bar reviews continue to be so laid back later this year.

Back to trying to read. 

Gee, that dead bum comment is really fucking funny now, considering I'd take eight dead bums over all the shit that's going on in apartment building.  Upon moving in I am informed by one neighbor that my other neighbor runs a meth lab.  Skeptical at first, I soon witness a endless stream of dirty white trash enter and exit the building, each looking worse than the next.  They are a horrid lot; their eyes sunken into their heads, disfigured faces and reeking of urine.  Their door is filthy and people have scrapped away at the wood to circumvent the lock. My clean neighbor claims to have smelled chemicals and heard explosions (classic lab signs). 

So I complain to the landlord and the police.  The police inform me that they have suspected the drugs for a while and also let me know that one of the men in there is a child pornographer.  My landlord also knew about the drugs.  Luckily, he has let me move into a different property he owns.

Welcome to Berkeley...

Wow, lots of news...

After four truly horrible days in the Bay Area, I have returned to San Diego with an apartment in Berkeley set for August.  Pluses:  right across the street from campus, near stores, great view.  Minuses:  no cable outlet, building looks like shit from outside, possible dead bums.

Also, I no longer will call Champaign-Urbana home.  When my new classmates ask where I am going for winter break, I will stare them stright in the eye and say "Bloomington, Indiana."  Yay!