I have not, as one might imagine, fallen off the face of the earth. Well, I guess I have in some ways. No, actually, I've spent the last few days hacking away at the rough draft of the argument section of my brief. Essentially it's the whole brief because I had to write every section except for the summary of arguments. Sounds good. I have finish this a little later than I expected, but my estimated time of completion was around 12, so I'm not that far off just printing this tree out so that I can turn it in tomorrow.

Yesterday was more or less my "Happy Writing Night" and I got most of the paper done then. I even actually turned Heroes off halfway through to focus. Yes, I was that dedicated. I did watch Chuck. It was a rerun, but it was a rerun that I had not seen before. No Gossip Girl. Apparently I also didn't get the memo that there was a presidential press conference last night. Go figure. Yesterday, I also officially started my summer job search by actually putting a couple of applications in the mail. This involved running between the Tower and the post office on Market several times. There's actually one closer than that, but I was specifically told not to go there. Not a good opportunity to experiment with that instruction. I was actually very productive last night and I think I wrote 14/18 pages of my brief (it's longer with all the additional stuff like the title page and the table of contents, but the actual writing part is about 18 pages long). That was pretty good. I was even actually productive between Enviro Law and Contracts and got another section done.

At one, I left to meet up because a group of us were going out to have lunch with our crim professor from last semester. I put my keys and my ID card in my purse. Somehow, between the Tower and the 200 building, I lost my ID. I texted Gina to tell her to pass on the message that I was running late, ran back to my apartment and did a frantic search for my ID. Nowhere to be found. Since I was running late and holding up the group at this point, I just got a visitor's pass to get into the building. Lunch was fun. We ended up eating at a Thai place that isn't Lalitas (no hate to Lalitas, but there's only so much of it you can take). I don't actually remember what hte name of it was.

Note to self: start playing golf again.

I didn't end up getting back until almost three. This meant that I had to 1) resume stressing about my ID card and 2) print out a resume and run back to the 200 building for a meeting with the man who runs the Alumni Mentorship Program. On the way up, I asked the security guards if they had seen my ID. They hadn't. At this point, I just assumed some random homeless guy was now in possession of my ID card and actually planned to get a new one. When I went to sign in at the 200 building again, the security guard told me that my ID was in the 198 building. Ran across the street to get it (yay) and ran back in time for the Alumni Mentorship meeting. That meeting went well also, and it also ran longer than I thought it would.

Got back at 4:10 and gathered my stuff together. Was supposed to meet Gina and Grace downstairs at 4:30 because we got a ride to this training at USF for the Immigration Clinic. We learned how to fill out naturalization forms. That ran until 6:30. We got back around 7. Went to the gym and got back in time for Idol.

And start trying to write my paper. Kind of. I got distracted by other things along the way.

That's about it. Tomorrow I will resume normal life, which includes doing laundry and making my apartment look half-way presentable (this is something I actually started in an attempt to not write my paper earlier, but whatever).

Also, I finished book #8.
This one as Specimen Days by Michael Cunningham. He's wrote the Hours. I had to read that for some class in UCI and I actually thought it was boring. Monica had some of his other books as well. I borrowed those and really liked those. Beyond that, what really drove me to buy this book was that it was $2 in the Borders Bargain Bin. Basically it's one big with three short stories that take place in New York (past, present, future) that are connected by Walt Whitman poems, some white bowl, characters named Simon, Lucas and some derivation of Catherine, and other stuff that I can't actually remember right now because I should probably be asleep. I don't think I've ever read a Walt Whitman poem. I don't know if having read the poems would have given me deeper insight into the stories. The first took place around the industrial era. It was very depressing and I actually liked the second and third stories more. The third one was very science fictiony, which Ithought I wasn't going to like, but actually did. It was pretty different from what I remember of his other books. It was an enjoyable read, but I think I liked the two books I borrowed from Monica more.

Now to decide what to read next. First sleep.