Well that was fun

Nothing like failing a real estate finance exam to really bring the senses alive.  I am now more than halfway through finals (yea!) but the 3L-itis is really kicking in.  I find myself getting lost on the internet (amazingly I have made it through two whole seasons of America's Next Top Model in the past 5 or so days, and while I watch this stupefying show I find myself saying "why the hell am I watching this crap?" I don't know.) or cleaning the house (the lesser option) or some other task that just doesn't need to be done right now.

My first semester of law school I outlined every night, prepared for class, and studied for exams.  This semester?  Lets just say that Monday night I started studying for my real estate exam when Tyra convinced me that I would be ok to set the books aside and look at my outline the next day.  I told Tyra that the next day was exam day but she reassuringly removed the books from my hands and gently let me know that three hours of studying on exam day was more than enough.  She was wrong.

Now I am in the throes (using the word very loosely) of studying for my Wills exam on Friday.  Lets see.  My day started at noon and by the time I had made it through several episodes of ANTM I realized maybe I should start studying since I took last night off as a reward for all my hard work (ha!).  So I would guestimate a good three hours of studying happened today.  My first year self would have killed this girl.  My response to her?  I roll over and hit snooze a few more dozen times.

On a side note, the grass is definitely greener on THIS side of the fence.  As a way to dodge finals I have been thinking about moving and have successfully talked Joel into the idea (my skills of persuasion have become superb and I am not ashamed to use them to get my way).  Even though my poor husband was extremely sick this weekend and spent HOURS (way more hours than I spent on two papers and two exams) writing a paper, he accompanied me to an apartment I saw on craigslist.  

The apartment was $150 less a month and still in SM so we thought "gold!"  It took all of two minutes for me to realize how incredibly amazing our huge one bedroom that does not smell like cigarette smoke really is.  Lets just say that this apartment was the size of our bedroom and bathroom combined.  Its only redeeming quality was that it had a parking spot.  Joel was trying to be positive by saying how much he like the bathroom (the size of our closet) and the bedroom wasn't that bad (and where would we put our two dressers, bike, laundry basket, and bookcase?) while I was laughing hysterically by how crappy this place was compared to our marvelous (and have I mentioned huge?) apartment.  

The moving talk has now been shelved.