The intricate magic of pencil lead sculptor Dalton Ghetti.
The key mystifies me.
I’m sure I’m going to regret this when I’m scrambling to catch up tomorrow, but after classes were over I went home, ate fatty food, and worked on my Halloween costume. I forgot what it felt like to have a day off.
I give you my hedgehog in a tiny cast. She got her foot wrapped in a string and had to have her little toes removed :(
Whenever I’m about to send a text, I look at the contact, and say that person’s name in my head or out loud at least three times. It’s my weird OCD habit.
I do it because I have a nasty habit of texting the wrong person. This has gotten me in trouble more than once. Sometimes I still slip up, but having to stop and think about who I’m about to send that text to gives me a period to make sure I’m sending the message to the right person.
Basically my feelings every single day since coming to Columbia.
when life gets you down
This will always be one of my favorite pictures on the internet.
I love Nebula, Galaxies, Star Clusters etc…
What better way to resurrect my tumblr than space pics?
Painted me a minion pumpkin today =D I’m very happy with it. Makes me smile.
Let’s just take a moment to look at this adorable little guy.
I’m sorry I’ve been AWOL for, well, months.
For those who don’t know, I recently started my journey into law school. (Whelp, how goes it, Leslie?!)
I’ll tell you how it goes. It blows. I hate it.
I work constantly. I never get a break. When I do get a break, I fall behind on stuff that I inevitably have to catch up on the next day. It’s a never-ending cycle.
I haven’t gotten a restful night’s sleep since I started. I worry constantly. Will I be able to pass the three exams that my entire grade depends on? That’s one for each core class, folks. Two of the classes I’m taking, thank god, don’t have exams. The other three rely on one exam at the end of the semester for your final grade. One. Exam. If I fail, I’m fucked.
The people are obnoxious. They’re all self-entitled bastards. Well, with the exception of about four friends I’ve made (you heard right, this socially awkward person made friends! If I can, anyone can). The rest are obnoxious twats who have had the world handed to them on a silver platter. I’m not going to say I haven’t—I’ve had a pretty damned good life. But the people, man…they’re rough.
I don’t understand torts. I couldn’t even hardly tell you what a tort is, other than a bakery item. I’m taking an entire class about this particular area of law and I don’t fucking get it. No one in the class does, though—the teacher is impossible to understand. If I see one more crudely-drawn chart on the board, I’m tempted to blow my brains out. At least I’m not alone.
I don’t know if this is what I want to do for the rest of my life. Do you know what you want to do with your life? If so, I’m jealous. I don’t. This was a plan B for me. I have no plan C. I’m stuck with this. I can’t think of anything I would be content doing for the rest of my life as of right now. This makes me feel like a failure.
I have no other option but to stick it out, though. My dad won’t let me quit. I don’t really want to quit myself. It’s too late. I’ve already taken out tens of thousands of dollars in loans and moved halfway across the state.
So here’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to work my ass off, like I have been for the past three months. I’m going to read, and study, and memorize, and cram, and practice…and then I’m going to take the exams.
If I pass my exams, hooray! I’ll go on, and complete another semester, and another year, and then another one. Then I’ll take the bar, and if I pass that, try to get into a firm, and if I do, work like a slave for a while.
If I fail, I’m coming home. I can say I gave it the old college (grad school?) try. Some things aren’t for everyone. I’m starting to think this isn’t my forte. Who knows? I guess I’ll see when exam time comes.
Sorry for the rant. It’s the first time I’ve written out my thoughts about the hell that is law school, and I got a little carried away. If you made it this far, give yourself a pat on the back. Hell, give yourself a cookie and a stiff drink. After reading this bullshit, you’ve earned it.
I’ll be back later to start posting cool shit again. I promise. Thanks for being patient and awesome. All of you.
This post has been brought to you by four hours of sleep in the past two days.
Anyone miss me?
mttnc asked: You need topmost more stuff so I can love you via my dash =)
I’m such a terrible blogger :( I promise to start posting more stuff! I need a break from law school anyway. It’s smothering me.
crazylovevolumetwo asked: Are you being serious?! YOU ARE AN AMAZING HUMAN BEING.
Someone’s hookah is hereeeee :)
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