*sigh*
I know... I said I wasn't going to update again... but. Well... I'm am so unbelievably bored. World of Warcraft has been down for unscheduled maintenance all day. I did my studying, and my reading... I just wanted to play. Farm a little money. Powerlevel Molly's priest a bit. But no. Oh well.
So, in boredom this journal was born, and in boredom it lives again. For a little while anyway. I think I'll give a bit of an update on what's been happening with me.
Molly and I have been dating for over a year now, and I've never been happier on that front. We've been living together, for all intents and purposes, since August of '05. She was part of my hurricane posse. Word yo.
Back in October my dog Rocky died. It hit me hard because it came totally out of the blue. Blood disease... basically the dog version of anemia. It went into remission for years when we moved to Florida, but came back. He died peacefully and we were spared from having to make the decision to put him down. I was sad. I got better.
I changed majors once again... all part of my quest to be a college student... FOREVER! It's like a superpower... kinda like my hobo socks. Which Molly made me throw away. Anyway, I'm now a legal studies major. I'm enjoying it more than anything I've done previously. I have two semesters to go til I graduate (yay 30+ credit hours of course work that doesn't count towards a degree), and Block Tuition stands to fuck me up the cornhole black prison inmate named Bubba style. Yippee.
Once I graduate I'll go to law school. Somewhere. Preferably the state where I'm going to take the BAR. I've been looking into Stetson and FSU. I'll also check out some schools near New Orleans (always wanted to live there). Yes... I'm going to be a lawyer. And eventually a judge... preferably Federal. And you can all rest assured... if you're ever in MY courtroom... I will hold you in contempt and have the bailiff throw you in prison until the Chief Judge overrules me. Why? Because I can. Being a judge is quite possibly the best job I can possibly imagine... it combines my love of being fair and analytical, with my love of being an asshole.
On that note... eat that Terry Shiavo! Oh wait... you can't because your feeding tube was removed. Nyahaha!
See? Asshole. Total. Me.
Hmm... what else... oh yeah... my best friend Rob... his wife is pregnant. I think it was a mistake on their part and hope she miscarries, because I think any kid raised by them is destined for a life of severe emotional problems. I know, that's a terrible thing to say... and I love them like family... which is exactly why I say it.
Hmm... wow. I just realized... I don't have any friends I talk to on a regular basis other than PJ (when I'm on infrequently on AIM, and at our weekly DnD games), Rob/Sarah, and Molly (who doesn't count because we sleep in the same bed). Strange that I should be happier now than I can remember myself being... ever. Strange... but true.
Actually... no... I do have friends I talk to on a regular basis... they're just all in WoW. Kodax, Dementor, Munich, Blitzkrig, Rukzus, Kilgreth... loser = me. But hey, it's no different than talking to friends on AIM all the time... and that lacked the satisfaction of training giants on the Alliance while they cheat at fighting a big dragon. Oh, good times.
That said... I hate you Blizzard.
Well, that's all for me really. Later. Or not. One never knows with me. I'm unpredictable like that.
So, in boredom this journal was born, and in boredom it lives again. For a little while anyway. I think I'll give a bit of an update on what's been happening with me.
Molly and I have been dating for over a year now, and I've never been happier on that front. We've been living together, for all intents and purposes, since August of '05. She was part of my hurricane posse. Word yo.
Back in October my dog Rocky died. It hit me hard because it came totally out of the blue. Blood disease... basically the dog version of anemia. It went into remission for years when we moved to Florida, but came back. He died peacefully and we were spared from having to make the decision to put him down. I was sad. I got better.
I changed majors once again... all part of my quest to be a college student... FOREVER! It's like a superpower... kinda like my hobo socks. Which Molly made me throw away. Anyway, I'm now a legal studies major. I'm enjoying it more than anything I've done previously. I have two semesters to go til I graduate (yay 30+ credit hours of course work that doesn't count towards a degree), and Block Tuition stands to fuck me up the cornhole black prison inmate named Bubba style. Yippee.
Once I graduate I'll go to law school. Somewhere. Preferably the state where I'm going to take the BAR. I've been looking into Stetson and FSU. I'll also check out some schools near New Orleans (always wanted to live there). Yes... I'm going to be a lawyer. And eventually a judge... preferably Federal. And you can all rest assured... if you're ever in MY courtroom... I will hold you in contempt and have the bailiff throw you in prison until the Chief Judge overrules me. Why? Because I can. Being a judge is quite possibly the best job I can possibly imagine... it combines my love of being fair and analytical, with my love of being an asshole.
On that note... eat that Terry Shiavo! Oh wait... you can't because your feeding tube was removed. Nyahaha!
See? Asshole. Total. Me.
Hmm... what else... oh yeah... my best friend Rob... his wife is pregnant. I think it was a mistake on their part and hope she miscarries, because I think any kid raised by them is destined for a life of severe emotional problems. I know, that's a terrible thing to say... and I love them like family... which is exactly why I say it.
Hmm... wow. I just realized... I don't have any friends I talk to on a regular basis other than PJ (when I'm on infrequently on AIM, and at our weekly DnD games), Rob/Sarah, and Molly (who doesn't count because we sleep in the same bed). Strange that I should be happier now than I can remember myself being... ever. Strange... but true.
Actually... no... I do have friends I talk to on a regular basis... they're just all in WoW. Kodax, Dementor, Munich, Blitzkrig, Rukzus, Kilgreth... loser = me. But hey, it's no different than talking to friends on AIM all the time... and that lacked the satisfaction of training giants on the Alliance while they cheat at fighting a big dragon. Oh, good times.
That said... I hate you Blizzard.
Well, that's all for me really. Later. Or not. One never knows with me. I'm unpredictable like that.