Twenty Seven Years

It's my birthday on Sunday. I'll be 27. I haven't made ANY plans. I haven't had the time.

It's not that I don't WANT to have some amazing throwdown shindig soiree extravaganza; it's just that I've been too busy to even think about it. Law school, man. Sucks. Especially for those prone to anxiety. I've barely gone out in a month.

What do I want for my birthday? Really? More than anything else?

I'd like some flashcards for Contracts and Torts, and I'd like to spend the day working on Contracts -case briefs and outline. But that's just stupid. It's one thing to work on the weekend - but working on my birthday?

Why not? Who says I have to, you know, CELEBRATE my birthday? Isn't it enough just to know I somehow managed to exist this long? That I made it this far? That the bastards haven't ground me down to a bloody nubbin of man-flesh yet?

Not even law school can stop me. In fact it's making me stronger, faster, better, more powerful. And far, far more anxious. But I need to stick it out. That's why I want to work on my birthday. If ever there was a place for me (and yes, I did say this sort of thing about OC Weekly and you're a real prick to bring that up), then it's here. New College School of Law is my kinda place - and there's no sales department! What could be bad?

Most of the people I've become friendly with are in the Environmental Law Caucus, and they're all camping this weekend. They encouraged me to come along but there was no way. I mean, if I'm freaking out over work this much as I rot in the city, imagine how completely unhinged I'd become out in the wilds somewhere, sucking in lungfuls of clean air, with no computers for miles, lugging my books over mountain and through valley?

All right, Melodrama Boy, you're not in the Donner Party (I say as I chastise myself). I'm sure it would actually be quite useful to be isolated in the wild with many 2L/3L law students; I could pester them for hours about study techniques, teacher personalities/preferences, and the like. Meanwhile they'll probably be smoking marshmallows and roasting doobies on sticks 'neath the autumnal Sierra sky.

Sierra. Who else misses Police Quest? Okay, mother of all tangents aside...

Long story short, I'm going to be a day older on Sunday. Act in accordance.