Self-Imposed Exile

Well, I did it. I finally finished my last exam and I'm officially a 2L. (Well, that is assuming I passed.) The post-exam festivities were...ummm...interesting? Yes, there are stories that cannot be revealed at this time due to their incriminating nature. Yes, I managed to get myself into trouble again. But no, I did NOT get arrested again. However, I did find out that I have a bit of a stalker. (Yikes!)

I leave for London tomorrow. I'm excited and scared. I finally got my passport in the mail and a place to stay while I'm there though so it's really happening. And I think It will definitelybe a good opportunity for me to finally take some much needed time and space to do some reflecting on everything that's happened in the last year. And I think it'll be good for me to be out of pocket for a little while, so I can sort of get clear in my own head space if that makes any sense.

When I was younger I once told Aunt Sharon that when I grew up I was going to change my name, move far away, and never contact anyone again. It scared the shit out of her because I think she knew I meant it. She still brings it up from time to time. I'm not planning on doing that anymore. I've grown to love my family too much. But there's definitely something alluring about going somewhere where you have no attachments, people have no expectations or assumptions about you, and you're free to just sort of start over and be whoever you want to be.

Never fear though, cause I'll definitely be posting. I'm sure there will be many misadventures to report. Aren't we all just so excited to see what kind of trouble I can get up to over there? Heh, I'm sure nothing too bad could happen right? At least I will be well out of the reach of my stalker who has everyone around me a little nervous for my safety at the mo'.

In the Belly of the Beast

I've now finished three (count 'em) THREE exams and there's just one more to go. In a word, it's been rough. I've been operating at ridiculously high levels of stress. I have smoked waaay too many cigarettes, I have cried waaay too many times, I have drunk more coffee than any one liver is equipped to handle. I have been temperamental and bitchy. I have been hypersensitive and prone to anxiety attacks. (I'm even getting those weird stress-induced hive things again.) And I have wondered what person in their right mind would subject themself to this kind of torture many many times.

Perhaps if I hadn't spent so much time this semester at the bar instead of the library...but don't get me wrong, I had some much needed fun and distraction. I'm not sure I would have made it through this semester at all if I hadn't been able to release some of my pent up emotions. And as you can see here, there were plenty of kind souls willing to facilitate my road to recovery...or was it the road to my demise? You be the judge.

But now it's time to buckle down. (For three more days at least.) Hey, if I could pass last semester then this semester should be no problem right?

On another note, my brother and his crew are moving here in just six weeks! I can't wait. By the time I get back from England they'll be all settled in. They were here last weekend looking for a place to live and I got to spend some quality time with the cutest freaking kid in the world. Behold:

I know what you're thinking. The resemblance is uncanny. Okay, enough procrastinating. Time to hit the books!

Good God

This makes me have a little faith in my fellow Americans. Esto me pone en arrecho humor (que bolas!). But this just makes me want to kill myself right now.

Does it make you a little sad that my political rants have been reduced to hyperlinks? Maybe if I had a little more time to read something beyond the day's headlines I'd have more to say.

Wasting Time

So here I am. Biding my time until my first exam in T minus 1 hour and 45 minutes. Maybe you think I'm writing because I have something interesting to say? Let me just go ahead and disabuse you of that absurd notion. Nope. I got nothing. Maybe I would have an interesting anecdote or musing to share if I hadn't spent 10-12 hours of every day of the last week holed up in a room on the third floor of this f&*$%ng school.

Oh wait, there was the sweet first Round 2 playoff game between the Mavs and the Spurs. That game was awesome! Let me tell you, the fact that I was reading the play by play on my computer at school while trying to work out the subtleties of Supplemental Jurisdiction, did nothing to dampen my excitement. Nor did the thought that in some alternate universe I could have been enjoying the game while sipping on a pitcher of Killian's with my homies at Posse East.

But rest assured. I will be seeing tonight's game. And oh yes, I will be drinking a beer (or two) at the time. But considering I have to be back in my little hole and chained to the desk by 8am tomorrow morning if I'm going to process all of this Crim Pro material by Tuesday, the libations will definitely be limited.

But what's keeping me going is that in 11 days I will be DONE WITH MY FIRST YEAR OF LAW SCHOOL. Let me repeat: done. with my 1st year of law school. I think that deserves a boo yah. The fact that it's happening (5 years after the anticipated date) at all is definitely cause for celebration. So come May 20th, if anyone needs to find me. Just follow the smell of Tequila. Because all I know is that there will be vast quantities of Patron. The rest will take care of itself.

The Living WILL Be Easy

I know I said I wouldn't post again until all this exam mess was over. But I've been working hard, people. No fun. No partying. It's been all studying all the time. I'm happy to report I've finished two of my four outlines. And I only have one class left of my first year of law school! Woo Hoo!!! I just had to share some of the excitement. Ya dig?

Aaaand...I bought my ticket to London today! Aw hell yeah. It's happening. I may not have a place to stay yet, or anyone to live in my apartment while I'm gone, but those are all just trivial details that will work themselves out, right? Right! In fact, my summer is shaping up to be pretty unbelievably awesome. And I can say that with the full knowledge that I totally. freaking. deserve it. So this is how it breaks down. Check it: 9 weeks in London, 4 days in NYC, and then I'm off to 3 days at Reggae on the River. And after I get back I'll have two whole weeks at home sweet home until school starts! Oh My God. I am sooo excited.

Now there's just the matter of getting through exams and my court date (but that's another story.)