My life is a theme park!
Let me rephrase that.
My life is a rollercoaster. Of stress. It's not a rollercoaster because I have up-down periods of stress; it's more the fact that I launch from stressing over law to stressing over the internship with much stomach-jolting along the way. Before June is half through, I will have found freedom. Until then, rollercoaster, baby.
So what's up with planking? I don't know about you international peeps, but here in Australia, it's become this massive topic of interest. Some guy apparently died while doing it last week. If you're going to die doing something completely inane, let it be
extreme ironing !
It's called dignity.
(I miss you, dignity.)
As I progress through life, I continue doing ridiculous and stupid things. (Though note that I haven't resorted planking.) For example, I tell major law firm reps who've recently clerkshipped my brother that I'm glad I've got a good brother - in law, zing - and then walk face-first into the revolving doors. I win at life, my friends.