divine angst

Guess what? You may be screwed before you even start the LSAT! I blame the test site, yessiree. That’s what I get for waiting to register and having to take it at the old, dinky college in town instead of the big state university.

Face it, constitutional protections may not be afforded to the undead. At least not under strict scrutiny. And, frankly, I can’t imagine an anti-vampire law would fail rational basis. Sorry, ye undead. Sucks to be you.

Finally, a cautionary tale about taking work too seriously. Or at least about taking care of yourself as well as your clients.

OK, break’s over.

THIS is exactly what I need right now.

First: cookies. YUM. Second: peanut butter. Also YUM. Third: NUTELLA. We all know how I feel about Nutella. Also, as an added bonus: ice cream, M&Ms, and caramel sauce.

Con Law continues to be shitty. Yesterday’s pissiness over the paper fiasco, though, has morphed into a fervent drive to learn every inch of Con Law, and f**k my professor’s inability to teach it to me. I feel very zealous. And every good zealot knows that cookies, peanut butter, Nutella, ice cream, M&Ms, and caramel sauce are soul foods. Excuse me, I may have to go find 3000 calories and consume them.

Why do I find it oddly appropriate that my Con Law outline is finished–and it’s 66 pages?

Now to begin the long process of refinement. Bleeding eyes, my friends, bleeding eyes.