I am one ethical bitch.
Phew.
If I have to do work, there’s no better setting than sitting outside in 80 degree weather and listening to a 90’s-00’s R&B station on pandora (“Drunk on Love” Radio, to be precise).
and with that, the paper I need to finish in order to graduate is complete (and 26 days before it’s actually due).
it’s a fucking relief, i tell you.
not least because it means i can drop a seminar that, though it seems awesome (it’s about toxic harms: torts! that cause massive amounts of harm!), there’s a 25-page paper requirement that i’m not at all into. and if i’m willing to drop classes because the casebook is too expensive (i’m looking at you, admiralty), you better believe i’m willing to drop a class that requires me to write the paper as long as the one it’s currently taking me nearly a year to write…
i wish i hadn’t taken so long to take it… though i’m not entirely sure how taking it earlier would’ve, in any way, changed the trajectory of my law school career.
My schedule is finally set! Time to rock out with my lady parts out.
!!!
It’ll be my first time at SX, but second trip to Austin in six months (can’t. get. enough of that place.).
So excited!
just watched the entire first season (13 episodes) in two nights. it’s good; not great.
i enjoy it, but it feels just a step above guilty pleasure (walton goggins as boyd crowder, though, kills it on the regular and timothy olyphant is, obvis, hot. as. shit.) so i’m not going back to school next week bragging about how i watched the series in its entirety (only have 6 more episodes of season 2 to go) in the last four days of break.
or maybe i will. i want people to think i was productive. never too late to display gunner tendencies…
So apparently, it’s helpful for my own studying to have someone else around studying.
I’ve been trying to read over an essay (just read it - nothing else) for a week and am finally making headway only, I think, because there’s someone sitting near me doing work of his own.
Have I unlocked the key to my productivity? Does this please-slash-shame me because it somehow makes me dependent on others? Are these all rhetorical questions for which I needn’t “Let people answer this”?
You were such a bitch to me this semester, so you know what I did, I took 55 minutes out of an allowed 120 to complete your final exam. And you know what, I’m also pretty sure I whipped your ass 6 ways till Sunday.
Suck it.
Best,
Loreal