Oh, Berkeley

Trips to Berkeley can be so hit and miss. Sometimes you see fantastic college-age indie movies, sometimes you see really creepy and incredibly politically incorrect animated features. Sometimes you get the usual smoothies, sometimes you get free espresso from nice baristas. Sometimes you meet adorkable boys, sometimes you get hit on by creepers. Sometimes you get there safely, sometimes you get a rock thrown at your window. Oh, life.

Statistics is, in the words of a friend, sucking my soul out through my nose. It's not that it's hard, it's that there's a lot of language. I wish it was straightforward like algebra or calculus. This is the same reason I fought with geometry back in the day.

I go home tomorrow for the weekend! Hopefully I can fully recharge and see some rain.

It feels so good to be cold.

Why I don't like reading my texts right now: "A law, in the most general and comprehensive acceptation in which the term, in its literal meaning, is employed, may be said to be a rule laid down for the guidance of an intelligent being by an intelligent being having power over him.... In the comprehensive sense above indicated, or in the largest meaning which it has, without extension by metaphor or analogy, the term law embraces the following objects:-- Laws set by God to his human creatures, and laws set by men to men."

Oh, John Austin... What will you think of next? After this, it's on to four packets on Social Security. Too bad I spent 12 hours in Berkeley yesterday instead of doing homework. Oops?