Thursday, 23 April 2009

• DANANANAAAAAAAA

  I'm proud to announce that I've made some progress on the running thing.  I've stuck with it, and today, for the first time... maybe EVER, I went running for two days in a row.  Maybe I should say... two days running.  Har har.
  
  Also, I got a $20 gift certificate to a nice Scandinavian restaurant.  I haven't had anything Scandinavian since I "had" that cute trombone player in that Scandinavian band when we stayed in the same hostel in Scotland. lol. Kidding. Who knows what kind of Scandinavian STDs that guy was carrying??? Still, he was hot.  And watching Sex and the City reruns all night long will seriously do a number in your head.  Mostly, I end up thinking... Why am I not having as much sex as these girls? Then I listen to this hilarious song, called "Everyone Else Has Had More Sex Than Me" and sing along.
  
  I've had some wine, but that's irrelevant to the purpose of this post.
  
  On Friday, I'm getting fingerprinted.  The U.S. gov't has me on their national fingerprinting database already (because I'm a trouble-maker and they've got me in their crosshairs) but now the ABA is also going to have me in their files.  The lesson here?  Don't become a lawyer if you ever plan on pulling off a grand bank vault heist, at least if you want to do it gloveless.  Thankfully, I have many stylish gloves.
  
  Oops, that's a lie.  I have no stylish gloves at all.
  
  Yesterday, I dreamed that my boy-that-got-away came back and swept me off my feet.  I woke up thinking, "Why is my dream life so much better than my real life?" and then I studied all day, went to class, watched the Mets lose another stupid game, suffered a headache all day long, went running again, shook my fist at the rainy, cloudy sky, collapsed on the couch and realized... pain is good.  It makes sleep and dreaming just that much sweeter.
  
  This is why the Mets lose:
   
  
  
  By the way, if you want lose weight, you've got to stop eating lobster bisque at 11 pm. Just a helpful reminder.
  
  And finally, I have one week of classes left in law school.  Three exams and one five page paper left in law school.  One ginormous and stressful bar exam left until the next phase of life.  One yawning chasm of jobless abyss left until the next phase of life.  May I just take this opportunity to say?...
  
  DANAAANAAAAAANAAAAAAAA.... IT'S THE FINAAAAAL COUNTDOOOOOWN!  DANANAAANAAAAAADANANANANANAAAA
  
  

  
  Now, I'm gonna do the boring thing and post some lyrics, but maybe it'll help if you picture me drunk and screaming them at the top of my lungs with drunken dancing? Complete with Gob-from-Arrested-Development-Dance-Moves? Yes?  Does that help?  Especially for my fellow law school sufferin' buddies... you know who you are. ;) ;)
  
  We're leaving together!
  But still it's farewell!!!
  And maybe we'll come back,
  To earth, who can tell?
  I guess there is no one to blame
  We're leaving ground
  Will things ever be the same again?
  
  It's the final countdown!!!!!!!!11!
  
  

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