Reentry is a bitch. It is really amazing that after a week, I am still barely able to focus on the "real world" and all of the tasks that I have to get done in the next couple of days/weeks. It really has finally come down to list time. In which, due to my total lack of focus post the SGB weekend, I am going to have to get all systematic to ensure that I get everything done that I need to. I hate to have to do this. I hate the fact that up until last week I had a great flow going in school, work, and socially that made it all seem so effortless, and yes, even fun. I hate that last weekend had to come along, and be such an amazing session of hanging out with friends, drinking, and just generally rockin' out that now my day to day life seems empty and pale. I hate the fact that while law school has thus far been fairly painless, I am having trouble giving a damn, and am wondering why I don't just drop out and become a full-time rockstar....I could do it...right?
Mostly, I hate the fact that last weekend is truly over, and that it couldn't have just kept going on and on. I like to imagine that there was some sort of shift in reality that occurred sometime on saturday afternoon, and that there exists some other reality in which the party has just continued on, and will do so for eternity. When I think of this, I am more at peace...I know, that at least some version of myself, in some alternate reality, is living the rockstar life. This of course is only possible if I continue to be the hardworking, "solid" individual that I am. There must be a balance in various realities right? In order for there to be a rockstar reality, there must also necessarily exist this reality. Besides, there really are many ways to be a rockstar, which I will help prove next week when I ace my midterm examinations.
I would like to briefly praise the lovely ladies of SGB. They, while not the sole reason for my last weekend being so great, had a lot to do with it. They all were truly as sweet as they were talented, which is saying a lot considering. If I look stupidly happy in the photo below, it is because I am...and so would you if you were in my position, so don't even play.
I am not exactly sure what Nixon is doing to me, I think they are bunny ears, or maybe they are demon horns, or perhaps they are demonic bunny ears. The last is probably the most likely.
Also, a quick shoutout is due to friends who made the rest of it happen start early Thursday afternoon. TopShelf, Reno (non SG), Sparkles, Victoria, Stan_Johnson, Jackie, St. Jed, and the staff at La Note...
Anyway, back to work for me. I'll catch you guys around.
Edit: this entry contained two major fuckups...one, I forgot to give a shoutout to my hetero life partner and roomie: mikemac581 and the photo got cropped, leaving out the lovely Xiolita. Resizing these photos has turned out to be a pain in the ass, so just check out my folders section if you want to see it at full size. 'k thanx.
Mostly, I hate the fact that last weekend is truly over, and that it couldn't have just kept going on and on. I like to imagine that there was some sort of shift in reality that occurred sometime on saturday afternoon, and that there exists some other reality in which the party has just continued on, and will do so for eternity. When I think of this, I am more at peace...I know, that at least some version of myself, in some alternate reality, is living the rockstar life. This of course is only possible if I continue to be the hardworking, "solid" individual that I am. There must be a balance in various realities right? In order for there to be a rockstar reality, there must also necessarily exist this reality. Besides, there really are many ways to be a rockstar, which I will help prove next week when I ace my midterm examinations.
I would like to briefly praise the lovely ladies of SGB. They, while not the sole reason for my last weekend being so great, had a lot to do with it. They all were truly as sweet as they were talented, which is saying a lot considering. If I look stupidly happy in the photo below, it is because I am...and so would you if you were in my position, so don't even play.
I am not exactly sure what Nixon is doing to me, I think they are bunny ears, or maybe they are demon horns, or perhaps they are demonic bunny ears. The last is probably the most likely.
Also, a quick shoutout is due to friends who made the rest of it happen start early Thursday afternoon. TopShelf, Reno (non SG), Sparkles, Victoria, Stan_Johnson, Jackie, St. Jed, and the staff at La Note...
Anyway, back to work for me. I'll catch you guys around.
Edit: this entry contained two major fuckups...one, I forgot to give a shoutout to my hetero life partner and roomie: mikemac581 and the photo got cropped, leaving out the lovely Xiolita. Resizing these photos has turned out to be a pain in the ass, so just check out my folders section if you want to see it at full size. 'k thanx.
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By the way I was at the transfer station, the tansfer dump as it were and this van was unloading all of these giant photograpsh the size of cubicle walls, and graph that were just as big. So I went over to check it out after and it was thousands of square feet of legal illustrations. The art that goes into the court room. I had no idea! I think you would win everytime if you had one of these .
If it was a 3d model I might have had to break that rule.
I wonder if they used it to create a labyrinth that the jury had to walk through at the closing statements.