divine angst

At the last Bar Review of the semester tonight, to which I wore a string of lovely, if sort of large, silver beads, someone told me that I looked like Lisa Simpson. Classic. For the record: I am not yellow, nor do I have strange hair, nor do I play the saxophone.

In other news, Britney Spears did NOT have a press conference today (yesterday). I was hoping she’d announce she was dumping Popozao (sp?) or at least that she’s spawning again, a fact the press has known about for WEEKS. The best I can do is tell you that she is, apparently, renewing her vows to the goatee’d one.

A classmate (who found me out ages ago) told me tonight that my blog was too nervous. I admit, this semester was a challenge, at least on the finals front, and I let myself write about nothing but school for at least…what, two months? I am going to try to rectify that. I don’t hate law school, nor am I a nervous twit. I am actually a well-balanced, relatively fun human being. (At least, I think I am.) I really am not Lisa Simpson.

So consider this a New School Year Resolution. No more nervousness. Or, at least, nervousness plus. Plus what? Maybe celebrity gossip! Like the above bit. Maybe someday I’ll even write about my absolutely incomprehensible fascination with Br!tney. [Don’t want to attract too many links, though. I still get a slew of links, daily, for a post I wrote in which I included the words “Jess!ca B!ehl.” I learned my lesson.]

Good night.