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So I turned in my stupid long long space law paper on Wednesday. Final count: 8021 words, 132 footnotes, 27 pages. I am now pretty much the world's expert on criminal law in space. Mostly because I'm the only one in the field. Anywho: Joy! Joy! Joy! I'm free! Life shall be awesome! Larks shall be had! Scrapes shall be got into!
Also, I turned 25 yesterday. For the first time in years, I actually feel as old as I am, which is weird. Somewhere in there I started feeling like an adult... or stopped expecting adult to feel any different than this.
Party tonight, and I am going to get WASTED. I've earned it. (Ben, if you ever get around to reading this, by "get wasted" I mean I'm going to drink moderately and have erudite discussions about politics and literature.)
Oh, and I forked over the $15 to change my journal name. The old one was lame, this one is cute and appropriate, and I wanted to do something completely frivolous for my birthday.
Also, I turned 25 yesterday. For the first time in years, I actually feel as old as I am, which is weird. Somewhere in there I started feeling like an adult... or stopped expecting adult to feel any different than this.
Party tonight, and I am going to get WASTED. I've earned it. (Ben, if you ever get around to reading this, by "get wasted" I mean I'm going to drink moderately and have erudite discussions about politics and literature.)
Oh, and I forked over the $15 to change my journal name. The old one was lame, this one is cute and appropriate, and I wanted to do something completely frivolous for my birthday.