I'm freaking out about law school. For the past couple of days I've awoken feeling anxious - not a nice way to start the day. I leave in 3 weeks and 5 days. I feel vitriolic and snide remarks on the tip of my tongue each time someone asks, "Soooo, when are you leaving for law school? Excited ( Read more... )

Wizzy teef surgery went fine. Anaesthesia was actually really cool - god bless barbiturates. I was hella conked out and I felt high as a kite for at least 2 or 3 hours after I was woken. Apparently, my surgery was really easy and my sockets are currently sewn up nicely. I've been staying on top of the pain by popping 1-2 vicotins every 4 hours, and ( Read more... )

I'm getting all my wisdom teeth taken out tomorrow at 7:30AM. Lucklily, I seem to only have two on the bottom and none on top, so it's not that serious. I've stocked up on instant mashed potatoes, yogurt, pudding, applesauce, and ice cream, and I hope I don't go crazy because I'll be eating only mushy stuff. I tried to make the most of my last day ( Read more... )

I'm back in the SJ, readjusting to life with running water and flush toilets and electric stoves and refirgerators.  It's weird.

It seems like I have a billion things to arrange before it's time to morph into a Yale Law Student, whatever that will mean. I'm about to plunge into another chapter of my life, and it feels strange.

Change happens too

We're in Moab right now, just outside of Arches National Park. As I write this I'm sitting in the very same cafe where, about a year ago, I wrote a long-ass post detailing how messed up my feet were. Today, there's only a little blister on the sole of my foot, and it's totally manageable.

So far, we're hiked through snow in Yosemite, then through a ( Read more... )

I graduated.

Now I'm going on a fatty 3-week roadtrip to everywherr.

Post, email, or call me with your mailing address and I'll even send a postcard!

I could really go for a good, rare steak.

This morning in New Testament Greek, Paul bumbled in, late as usual.

"This is our last week of college ever, Paul!"

"Aww, that's fucked up."

I pretty much feel the same way. People keep asking me if I'm excited to be graduating, but mostly I find the whole prospect very unnerving, stressful, and anticlimactic. Actually, I really hate being reminded ( Read more... )

I have come upon the perfect title for my thesis. Behold:

"Directe ex Compton: A Comparative Analysis of Catullan Poetry and American Rap."

Euhoe, mah niggaz!!!

Life has just gotten more interesting; an aunt from Costa Rica will be visiting us for awhile, in time to see me graduate. She'll also definitely have to meet Damon so she can tell the family about my Flacito when she gets back. She's blonde (yes, there ARE naturally blonde Costa Ricans, we've got a good bit of Spaniard), her name is Mercedes ( ( Read more... )