Be Still My Heart

Law school has me drinking much more caffeine. I can feel the tolerance building up already.

My friends keep asking me ludicrous questions like, "Have you been watching the news?" or "Want to come grab a drink with us?" Holy smokes, man, it's a weeknight! I feel like I'm twelve again.

Who am I kidding - I went to boarding school. I feel like I'm eighteen again. "You mean when we're seniors we don't have to lock ourselves in our all-male dormitory until TEN O'CLOCK at NIGHT?!?"
At least the school was co-ed. Not that it had much of an impact on my dating habits.

Speaking of which - now that I'm in law school my skills at accidentally rebuffing interested parties are paying off in spades. If I may describe it in legalese - before, the infrequency of my dating was due to negligence. I neglected to ask girls out. Now it's a more intentional act. I consciously avoid even thinking about asking girls out. Most of the girls I see these days are in my law school anyway. So they're pretty busy.
Damn it. Busy. That reminds me. I should be getting busy. So to speak.

Hey, I've got a great idea: why don't I read contract law until I pass out, then go back to school tomorrow even though I don't have a lick of class?

What a great idea.

Oh, and apparently I made people in class bust up by referring to a particular trial court's demeanor as "persnickety". And apparently I think that's significant.