Oh, this thing.

I bet you are one of those people who gets up just dancing every morning. Little birds sing to you while you shower, and mice mend your buttons for you. I know! You are amazing. And you never neglect your blog. Ever! You always have something funny to say, and you always include pictures. You can totally judge me for ignoring my blogger duties. I fail at marketing myself! I am destined to live my life unknown!

A lot has happened since that last post. After attending the memorial service, there was a wedding, and then some trials, and then some other stuff, and then Barrister's Ball. I made it through all of those things, even though sometimes they sucked. WINNING. Sometimes it's nice to acknowledge your accomplishments, even if other people don't think they're a big deal. Charlie Sheen taught me that. Is it too late to talk about Charlie Sheen? My blog is so behind Charlie Sheen jokes are still cool.

I promise I haven't forgotten this thing. I have thought about things I would like to write, and I even started writing something, but then I felt so overwhelmed that I gave up. Life's like that this semester. Ending law school does funny stuff to your brain. It's not like I have a ton of stuff to do. I don't have cases to read. I don't even have homework. But even just going to class is, like, excruciating. One week, I went to one of my classes on Tuesday, and then I went to a different class on Thursday, but there was NO WAY I was able to go to both classes both days. That's right - my senioritis is such that I cannot even go to more than one class on one day. My life is so hard.

But okay, so I promise, right here, to write something once a week. No excuses. Even if I have nothing to say, I will find something to say, and then I will say it. It's weird because I feel like I'm not even talking to anyone on this thing. I don't know if anyone is paying attention or reading. Maybe no one is even checking this. But the longer I go without writing something, the more guilt I feel over letting down people who probably do not care at all about new content. Maybe I feel like I'm letting myself down, and I'm projecting. But I am not a psych major. I'm just a 3L who can barely get her butt to school these days. If it weren't for ABA attendance policies, I would still be on my couch in my yoga pants. It's not pretty, guys.

You know what is pretty?

Don't be jealz I have a handsome boyfriend plus sweet jewels (from the Icing). And you can't see it here, but my hair? It was rocking. And I did it in about 10 minutes in my bathroom. If you have ever chopped your hair off and had to painstakingly regrow it, you know my joy at being able to style my hair in something other than "down."