Monday, June 19, 2006

It's my barbri and I'll cry if I want to.

ConLaw makes me feel...well...icky. Yucky. Ewwwww. Yes, it's that bad, and then some.

Our ConLaw lecturer looks like a professional boxer, is a former torch/showtunes singer (or something like that), and is rather a flamboyant prima donna. He has absolutely no patience for the fact that the microphone isn't working, but isn't afraid to spend 15 minutes on his own personal theory on how to organize a substantive due process analysis before any of us have any idea what that even is. Some of us still have no idea what that is. Not me, obviously. I mean, I TOTALLY know what substantive due process is...what do I look like? An idiot?

So, tonight I hit the ConLaw long outline, review the workbook, and lament the number of essays I'm behind on. Part of the problem seems to be figuring out a schedule that will work for me in terms of getting enough done every day and still getting to the gym, but I think tonight I came up with at least a semi-coherent plan. Plus, I just have to accept that I started three weeks later than the rest of the world and so my life is going to suck extra hard for awhile...oh well.

I wish I had something else to talk about, but unfortunately, I don't get out much these days. I went to spinning today and the cute guy in the bandana wasn't there. Boo hoo. :( I briefly considered trying to hit the gym BEFORE lecture in the morning, but I just don't know if I can get it done. I mean, when I was in the military, it was nothing to get up at 5:30 every day, but I'm soft now...undisciplined...lazy. I just don't think I can do it...what if I die from getting up too early? It could happen!

Oh yeah...the other crazy thing I have started to do is to become obsessed with this pen I really like. And, of course, it's not anything I can buy because I stole it from my dad's friend's dental office (my dad's best friend is "Ben"...aka "Dental Ben"). I told my dad to just tell Dental Ben that I am a total nutcase and BEG, BORROW or STEAL as many of those pens as he can get his hands on because I love them and I'm irrationally attached. I only have one now and if it gets lost I'm going to come unglued.
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