Not all days are so bad. I lost my dear Gramma last week. That coupled with the gnarliest most depressing summer of my life nearly sent me over the edge.
But today, I completed Con Law II, saw the return of a dear friend from exile, and copped this comfy lounger chair thingy.
All in all, I must remember: whatever it is, this, too, shall pass.
“I don’t wanna be single!”
“I love being single.”
“I hate girls that ask if they look fat. They’re just looking for attention and confirmation that they’re not fat.”
“I would NEVER cheat on my boyfriend.”
“I believe that all tabs and bills should be split 50/50.”
“Oh, I LOVE this song.”
“No, no. That’s okay.”
“I don’t want a boyfriend, either.”
“I, uh, I love you, too.”
“Fuck em. Who cares what they think?”
“Oh, I understand.”
“My parents adore you.”
“I’ll only be out for a little bit.”
“I’m only gonna have one drink.”
“We can split the bill.”
“I hate you!”
“I’m happy.”
“I didn’t cheat!”
“I never want to see you again.”
“I can’t live without you.”
“I love being single.”
Talking to your cousin about that hot mess bitch you don’t wanna hear nothing from about your life. She gotta get her shit together.
Eating that apple.
Playing solitaire and not noticing the pregnant woman standing in front of you.
Wearing that backpack.
Snapping that gum.
Having your shitty headphones turned up to 11.
Yelling at the bus driver.
I acquired this photo as a junior in high school and it hangs on my wall to this day. A subtle reminder that sometimes all it takes is one dude in the middle of the street to change traffic laws.
The first time I opened my first ever case book, I went to dictionary.com and looked up “tort.” Twenty minutes into my first reading, I’d looked up about 15 words. Over the next week, I had two pages of new words. By the end of the semester, I’d filled a notebook.
Then I kinda stopped giving a shit. If it was just another word of art that had no bearing on the court’s decision, I didn’t bother expanding my knowledge of the Latin. Instead, I found myself snickering at ”septic tank” and underlining “too small” with arrows to the margins where I’d written “That’s what she said.”
Then, reading for Evidence today, I came upon this sentence, as penned by J. Breyer inOld Chief v US, 519 US 172: In 1993, petitioner, Old Chief, was arrested after a fracas involving at least one gunshot.
Fucking perfect. I love the written word. Gonna go get involved in some fracases tonight.
Date: 2012-05-28, 11:16PM PDT
Reply to: qp92d-3043923757@pers.craigslist.org
I kinda remember what it was like to be excited about law school. Now, I’m happy for small victories. Like, stillpossibly being competent to stand trial. But, I’ve not yet taken a final, so we’ll have to wait and see*.
*The Rule Against Perpetuities has mostly been abrogated by statute. In states that apply the “wait and see” test, if I haven’t gone crazy by the time the statutory period runs, I don’t reap the benefits of whatever reason it was I decided to go to school in the first place.
