Thursday, the 24th of September, 2026
The rains have stopped for a while- my phone says until late Saturday afternoon. Yesterday morning I left Anova and witnessed a truly breathtaking sky, bright and full of clouds, and the sun shone proudly over the city. I could have sworn I saw a sun halo, but I could be misremembering. It was so beautiful that I took my sunglasses off so I could see it as it truly was, with my own eyes.
If I had a nickel for every time a casebook mentioned someone’s amateur rap lyrics, I’d have two nickels. Of course, no other rapper living or dead could compare to Tone Dougie, a true bard of our age. Jokes aside, Evidence went well yesterday, but it always does. I got a latte and a cookie afterwards, went on a side quest, and endured Con Law. We covered the N&P clause again, focusing on Scalia’s concurrence in Raich (2005), and contrasting it with the holding in Sebelius (2012). I have Con Law again in about two hours. We got an assignment whose description is just under 1,150 words long. Cool and normal; this is actually fine, and not excessive at all!
Anyway, I had IP Law yesterday, and the inaugural IP Law Society meeting today. The Prof was vindicated, in her words, that British Columbia is using her Tarasoff-based reasoning to go after OpenAI for Tumbler Ridge. Still, she wished she had gotten more credit (understandable tbh). We covered some patent issues w/r/t genetic engineering, which was cool. I might ask my Property prof from last year to weigh in, since she’s a bioethicist. The IP Law Society meeting today went well; the lunch provided was pretty good, and I was able to chat with my friends/acquaintances on the E-Board for like an hour afterwards, since most have Business Orgs at 2. As I write this, there’s an hour and a half until Con Law.
I had a great night last night. I felt alive. I felt glad to be alive, and grateful. The highlight was seeing Resident Evil (dir. Zach Cregger, 2026), a horror-comedy based on the long-running Capcom video game franchise. Cregger was an excellent pick for the job, given his status as a WKUK alum (RIP Trevor, you understood the struggle), and I think this film captured the survival element of survival horror quite nicely and also captured the vibe of bumbling your way through a video game on your first playthrough in a way that only Edge of Tomorrow (dir. Doug Liman, 2014; loosely adapting Sakurazaka, 2004) has previously, to my knowledge. The film doesn’t adapt any particular game in the series; if memory serves, Cregger has said that he wrote the film with the events of the second game in mind, albeit shifting the timeline from the late Nineties to the present day. Our hero is no Leon Kennedy, though; he’s stumbling from setpiece-to-setpiece in his official capacity as Just Some Guy™, and it makes for true and honest kinography, I tell ya hwhat.
Friday, the 25th of September, 2026
I would have kept writing, but life’s kept me busy in a good way. After Resident Evil on Wednesday night, my friend and I agreed dinner was in order, as neither of us had eaten that day (although I technically had a “breakfast” of some string cheese and a can of White Monster); through happenstance, the restaurant we decided on was this extremely ritzy sushi place called Morimoto, the quality of which matched the price point. I had a drink called “Demon Slayer”, which tasted like bananas despite containing none (apparently that’s the flavor you get when you cross the flavors of plums and almonds), while my friend had a kosho verde, I think. We split some wagyu dumplings; my friend got vegetable curry, and I got kata yakisoba. It was a good night.
I had another good night yesterday. At the last minute, Drexel gave out Phillies tickets on a first-come, first-served basis. I got lucky and managed to secure one on time. The game itself was the most nothing in the history of the sport, until the last minute when the Brewers turned into wizards and wiped the floor with us. I got on the Jumbotron at the last minute, though, so it wasn’t a wash. Plus, the skies last night were beautiful, and I got an excellent view from the nosebleed seats. When I made it back to 34th Street, I saw some of my acquaintances from law school at Landmark, and I made small talk with them before heading back to Anova.
My dreams have remained vivid, but they’ve been pleasant for the most part, or at least they haven’t been ominous. Evidence went well, although it felt remarkably slower than usual, likely mid-semester fatigue beginning to creep in. Still, I was able to unwind this afternoon, and I plan on seeing Primetime (dir. Lance Oppenheim, 2026) tonight at 10:30. It is a popular and well-known fact that To Catch A Predator was the peak of television, so I’ve been all in from the moment it was announced, and I have absolute faith in Oppenheim and our boy Robert Pattinson to knock it out of the park (which I wished the Phils did last night, SAD!)
To a bittersweet memory; I hope they’ve been well.
