Thursday, November 15, 2007

It's Not Regressing, It's "Keeping A Youthful Spirit": Fun, Games, and Death Glares in the Library

As per previously mentioned, finals are impending.


As a result, I am in the library until the end of time, learning everything I didn’t want to know about US Annotated Codes and my classmates' annoying study habits.
(Aside: Shut your mouth, DeadWeight. Whispering the words of the opinion is not actually going to make the books talk back to you as you read.)


Ever the type to grab the bull by the horns, Roommate and I have decided to relieve stress by:
1. Attempting to burn down apartment
2. Eating things we ought not to.
3. Drinking things we ought not to.
4. Thinking of mean nicknames for people we don’t like much. Current favorites include: Trashly McSlutsalot, Pig Fuckin’ Polly, Sneaky Bastard, Whoreface McFattyPants. Not surprisingly at all, we trend toward the immature and obscene (and apparently, Scottish). Law School will do that to you.


I should have been an MBA. They get art projects.

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