Violence in movies

Today in Con Law we are talking about freedom of speech. We have talked about obscenity and fighting words. My Con Law professor is a big advocate of censoring violent video games and movies from kids. I, oddly enough, agree. I know the view is not a popular one, but after seeing "A History of Violence" I had a really vivid and violent dream. I dreamt that I shot a burglar and that the witnesses and police were joking about it as I sobbed uncontrollably from the shock of the killing. I could feel the gun recoil and hear the sound of the bullet meeting his flesh. I have to say it was about the most disgusting thing I have experienced recently. Violent movies are bad.

I just recently spent an hour searching The Facebook. I posted a couple notes, read some messages, found out that one of my former romantic interests has a cute girlfriend (not fair) and added another former romantic interest to my list of friends. All in all a non-productive way to spend an hour, but I had lots of fun.

I haven't read for my wills and trusts class in over a week and don't really care. My motivation is flying out the window. It gets worse and worse with every e-mail I get detailing some aspect of graduation. This is senioritis to the next level.

On a plus note, I finally got my medical school applications done. The whole thing stressed me out too much. Now I have to get my bar application done. It is due Oct 31st I believe and then I get to start on my grad school applications. I'm hoping that they are less intense to fill out. I am only applying to 4 schools, but it is still going to be some work to coordinate letters of recommendation and such.

I found out that one of my best friends got an interview for vet school. I am really proud of her, but a little bit jealous that she's got an interview and I don't.

I am taking the MPRE next weekend. I've got this weekend set aside to do the bar application and then all next week I get to do MPRE questions. I don't have time for school and honestly don't care much about it. My brain is slipping so badly that I had to turn in a paper today via e-mail. I finished it around 5pm and then forgot to send it out until just before midnight. That is insanely pathetic.

Of course this academic panic/apathy follows a weekend of fun. This weekend I did the following things:

My first Karaoke - "Think" by Aretha Franklin. And I did it badly because I was sick.
I threw my bra onstage at a bar. The performer was asking for bras, so it wasn't completely random.
Corn Maze.
Cider Mill.
Wine Tasting.
Haunted House where I was groped by a very drunk guy.
Haunted Hayride.
I danced with a homosexual with no rhythm.
Romantic breakfast where Taz and I had our first date.

And somewhere in there I managed to work all day Friday (8a-4p), go to a 5 hour MPRE review Saturday morning, drive an hour each way to see my boyfriend, and spend most of Sunday in the library (over 5 hrs). I realize that some people would die from this kind of hectic schedule, but I find that I thrive on it. I'm only MILDLY sadistic.