What my dreams were made of once.
I'm so sick of doing things by the seat of my pants, because believe me, there's very little left of this seat. I'm very ready to give up on my bid for law school and run into the woods naked, never to be heard from again except for the haunting howls at the moon I'm bound to unleash.
I need to sleep sometime. I also need to write some very silly tests beginning in 6 hours. It's all a very ludacris game devised to see who can survive the mental strain and navigate through the ambiguity and nonsense. Wow, school is a punch in the junk.
I need to sleep sometime. I also need to write some very silly tests beginning in 6 hours. It's all a very ludacris game devised to see who can survive the mental strain and navigate through the ambiguity and nonsense. Wow, school is a punch in the junk.