my new tattoo

i've been thinking about it for six months, and i finally did it yesterday: i now have the chicago flag tattooed on the back of my left shoulder.

it's shiny.

i know that i can make it as long as somebody takes me home every now and then.

mood music.

( i don't really mind and it's starting to get to me. )

gentoo!

dear chicago tribune,
please keep posting gentoo penguin pictures on your website. they make me happy.
love,
me

pictures

there will be pictures of my tattoo in a couple of days...i want to let it heal a bit first, so it looks good when i show it off. :)

hiya!

*waves hello to all the people who have stumbled over here from xoxo*

i sat back down, had...a cup of coffee...and felt sorry for myself.

i don't know what's wrong right now, but something is.

i'm being so frivolous. i have finals coming up. i have my final trial coming up for trial class. i can't make myself get any work done on any of that.

i have three more weeks left in the clinic, and all i can do is call myself an utter, complete fool for providing two free weeks of labour during finals week. when i'm saner, when i'm calmer, i love that work. but now, i'm tired. i'm so tired. i'm burnt out. i'm burnt out on the semester, i'm burnt out on st. louis, and i'm burnt out on being in school. i'm burnt out on being a law student. i'm burnt out on law school society...not in the sense of my friends, but in the sense of how insular it all is, and in the sense that law school society gets crazier and crazier the closer it gets to finals. everyone gets as burnt out as i am right now, everyone gets as stressed out as i am right now, and it's just weird.

i wish i had some kind of trip planned for the first week of finals, some kind of escape from the stresses of being a law student. even though that was a monstrously stupid thing for me to do last semester, it did a lot to help me release all the stress i was under. i just need to get out of here...out of this town, out of this life, just for a few days, before i come back and put 2L behind me for good.

none of this finals stuff hit me until today, or at least really late last night. the fact that it's hitting me should mean that i'm motivated to do work, instead of sit on my bum, gaze out into space, and write emo-kid blog entries about how frustrated i am with my life right now. but, that would be asking far too much.

in the words of the neighbour from beavis and butt-head: you know it, i know it, and the lord knows it.