Yes, I'm that bored
Hello journal. It has been a while since last we met.
My life =
Waking up at the ass crack of dawn after 4-6 hours of real sleep, hopping in the car with my dad, listening to music on my new iPod while traveling the 1 1/2 hours it takes to get to school (if, of course, the train or bus does not break down), getting a large cup of coffee, reading the 829473 pages I have left to read for the class that starts at 9 am, going to class, raising my hand even though I know I don't know the answer because, well, in law, there is no answer, pretending to look for a job, actually posting something up online that might help me get a job, shaking hands and pretending to be interested in what I aim to do, sometimes actually being interested in what I aim to do, talking to attorneys who are either young and excited about what they do or older, more experienced, and loathing what they do, writing papers, failing classes, doing extraordinarily well in one class but average in just about everything else, living/not living with ex-cons, spending one weekend a month with someone who at least feigns interest in me, drinking beer by the gallon (by myself), smoking the occassional cigarette, thinking there must be more to life than this...
Realizing that this is really all there is.
Oh well.
Damn you Christians and your belief in an afterlife.
My life =
Waking up at the ass crack of dawn after 4-6 hours of real sleep, hopping in the car with my dad, listening to music on my new iPod while traveling the 1 1/2 hours it takes to get to school (if, of course, the train or bus does not break down), getting a large cup of coffee, reading the 829473 pages I have left to read for the class that starts at 9 am, going to class, raising my hand even though I know I don't know the answer because, well, in law, there is no answer, pretending to look for a job, actually posting something up online that might help me get a job, shaking hands and pretending to be interested in what I aim to do, sometimes actually being interested in what I aim to do, talking to attorneys who are either young and excited about what they do or older, more experienced, and loathing what they do, writing papers, failing classes, doing extraordinarily well in one class but average in just about everything else, living/not living with ex-cons, spending one weekend a month with someone who at least feigns interest in me, drinking beer by the gallon (by myself), smoking the occassional cigarette, thinking there must be more to life than this...
Realizing that this is really all there is.
Oh well.
Damn you Christians and your belief in an afterlife.