Finally saw the Avengers yesterday. God damn you, Whedon, you do this to me every time…!
Also I graduated law school today. Ugh.
Finally saw the Avengers yesterday. God damn you, Whedon, you do this to me every time…!
Also I graduated law school today. Ugh.
Look, I know that in order to pass the bar exam this summer, I really need to throw myself into my bar prep course and can’t keep resisting it with my usual “The Man can’t get me down!” mentality. But my books just came in and the box is heavier than I am, and one of the papers says I should study for about ten hours a day. This is including the live class, which is six days a week and starts at 9am in a place that is about an hour and a half commute for me. So I’m going to forgive myself for opening the box and unintentionally letting out the whisper, “What fresh hell is this.”
I just found out my bar prep course starts a mere five days after my last final. All my plans to do nothing but sit on the couch and watch Arrested Development for two weeks are ruined. I want to punch everything in the face. The whole world. Facepunch.
I wish there was a button on vending machines that said “Yes, I know you need exact change, but seriously just keep the extra ten cents and let me get caffeine.”
What if instead of studying I just melted through my chair and then sunk through the floor and then sunk through the crust of the Earth until I ended up in its center and the pressure crushed me into oblivion. What if that.
Worst thing about spending all day at school studying for finals is knowing that even when I’m done, there’s an hour and a half commute home ahead of me, and I get to repeat it all again tomorrow -_-
Wake up in the morning feelin’ like P. Diddy (if he only got four hours of sleep last night).