Finals. The bane of any school, the horror of law school—but I’m halfway through and feel alright. If I can just not get drunk tonight . . . okay, that’s ridiculous. I’m getting wasted and watching teevee at the O’Steen Palace, who is graciously lending me her couch, since I’m having a houseguest for a few days.
What else is happening? It’s cold, but I like it. I haven’t had a drink since Monday, when I got terribly blitzed on Wild Vines and Sierra Nevada Pale Ale (an awful combination, if you thought it wouldn’t be).
Okay, I’m going to pick up the Camino at a pal’s house. Talk later after finals. Seeya.
xo.
wild vines!
Greetings from NYC. Law schools finals…eeek. Make you wanna pull out your lil’ Justice Frankfurter and stick it in a blender. Ouch! Shutup! Seriously, wild vines and a stranded el camino…you’re really bringin’ me over. Corn dog Sally in a cowgirl paradise.
gorjus, I sent you an exam this afternoon that you are sure to ace. Here is a sample:
True or False:
10. Two days ago my grandmother asked if Britney Spears was a lesbian.
Good luck on the rest of your exams…remember, this is your last real round of them.
what?! what about next semester
I for one hope he fucks up. he’s got a job. his gpa is already ok, BUT he’s on the VERGE, and i mean just a B or B- may do it, but he’s on the VERGE of losing a bet with me over his grades and owing me a giant bottle of Gentleman Jack.
i think you should get drunk tonite AND monday dav-o! DRINK! DRINK!
haw haw haw haw haw.
Some Gentleman Jack is on the line/ Now the stakes is high, indeed.
no no, don’t think it’s a GIANT BOTTLE of gentleman jack. we know the truth, jp!: it’s a CASE of the reg’lar if i gradyate high ups.
senor queso, HIT THAM BOOKS!! we need some nyc brains down in jaxxon!