Ugh. All the beautiful white snow has melted and today wasn't cold enough for the dreary rain to become snow.

Last night was fun. With the warm yellow light of the streetlamps shining off the white surface, people running around screaming and laughing, flurries of snow falling down, it gave a really surreal, ethereal feeling. And I think if that had actually happened on Christmas, it would've been the best thing ever.

U ever notice how in movies where the time the story's set in is Christmas time, it starts to snow at exactly the instant the countdown to Christmas Day (meaning midnight on Christmas Eve) ends? Or when a family that couldn't see eye to eye at first talks and sorts out their problems and the minute everyone's happy and understanding of each other, suddenly some random kid (usually not one of the key roles) runs to the window and says, "Look it's snowing!" and then everyone rushes to the window and oohs and aahs. Or when someone just realised that they love someone after they both had a huge fight and he/she runs after the other to proclaim their everlasting love for them and it starts snowing as they kiss. Or like in those movies where someone's trying desperately to come home for Christmas Day to be with their family and go through absolute mayhem just to get home, when they reach home and hug their family, a split second after they say "Merry Christmas, so-and-so. I love u.", snow comes down like magic.

See how I've written so much on absolute crap? It's a fucking gift, I tell u. Haha.

Watched CSI just now. One of my favourite shows. The writers are damn talented. I mean, the amount of ways they can think of to kill someone. And sometimes the way they kill a character is so amazingly simple, but we, as usual TV watchers, always think, "Nah, can't be so easy.", and concoct some innane, twisty-turny plot in our minds.

Anyways, the episode I watched was about this girl, a daughter of a casino owner. The usual rich girl, trying to get attention cos her dad's always too busy to care. So she fakes her own kidnapping, getting into the trunk of her car and tying herself up, stuffing a scarve down her throat, hoping that her father would come to her rescue. But her father, tired of her pranks, thinks it's one of her usual attention-seeking jokes, and ignores her, well, fake, call for help. 3 hours later, she's found stone-cold dead, suffocated to death on the scarve.

So sad right? I mean, to go to that extent to try and get her father's attention? Poor girl. I know this is only fictional, but I can imagine how utterly disappointed and unbelievably scared she must have felt, lying in the darkness of her own car trunk. The last thought that probably went through her mind before she passed out was, "My father doesn't love me. What if I were kidnapped for real? He wouldn't even care enough to pay a lousy sum of money to get me back." So sad.

Anyways.

I HATE LAW.

I NEVER WANT TO SEE ANYTHING ABOUT LAW OF TORT OR CONTRACT LAW OR MISREPRESENTATION EVER AGAIN.

Unfortunately, my conscience doesn't allow me to. So until Friday 9am, I'm gonna have to literally FORCE myself to sit still and read my painstakenly handwritten notes.

And it's back to the law for me.