What's it all for?

Listen to this Helen and Ben... we got a compliment today on the blog. Hooray!

I like compliments.

Now, I feel as though I met my goal of learning 10% more. Now I know 20% of the material. I did already take my 30 minute break. For the sake of accuracy pretend like 30 minutes equals 2 hours.

I called L. She didn't feel much like talking. I told her that I am so worried about tomorrow's final and I will fail everything for sure. She said "ok". OK?! What the hell?!

So then I download a movie from Amazon... and of course watch the entire thing. I watched A Little Trip to Heaven with Julia Stiles and Forest Whitaker. Julia Stiles was in one of my brother's science classes at Columbia. (or so he says)

The movie was o.k., I feel as though the 3 main actors could have portrayed their characters with better dimension. It was difficult to feel empathy for any of them. Peter Coyote did a terrific job in his small role.

I think it would have been better if we saw the accident seen a little later on. I would've liked to seen it edited in after the resolution of the bus insurance.

Other than that this movie could have been a lot better. It wasn't bad. It just didn't have that "it factor".

Definitely would have made a difference if we liked Forest Whitaker's character more.

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Alright, Now that was a relief. I am so glad I got my movie watching out of the way. I would hate to procrastinate on that. Now I can reward myself by trying to learn about Discovery in a litigation.

or...

no, i can't do anything else. i have to study. What if I fail? then I guess I will retake the class. Will it make me graduate later? no. Would I feel great and horrible shame? maybe for a short time, but I would get over it fairly quickly. In fact, I wouldn't mind taking this class again. I learn things better the second time I hear them.

Now that I have resigned myself to being comfortable with an F, i still think I have to study.

I will eat a butterfinger and then read about Discovery. No, I will eat a butterfinger, open my ninth Diet Coke of the day, smoke a cigarette, and then read about Discovery. That is a damn good plan.