Happy Cinqo de Mayo everybody. I had a fish tacos for lunch and a tamale for dinner because I will take advantage of any excuse to justify eating Mexican food (i.e. "huh.. I really want some tacos" is sufficient).First of all, I am in love with you.
Second of all, yesterday was my last day of class. No more 1L classes. And I have a two-week "Finals Period" ahead of me that will eventually come to be known by it's real name, "Clinical Recurrent Depressive Disorder." In season 2 of 30 Rock, Tracy walks into his dressing room and says to his entourage, "Pay attention to me! I'm inconsolable!" And that's exactly how I feel right now. As I flip through Contracts flashcards and weep over Property sample essay questions, I'm developing "Pay attention to me! I'm inconsolable!" into a mantra. It isn't something that I'm proud if, but in lieu of a more sophisticated coping mechanism, it's the best I can do.
In conclusion, I just want to quit law school and read Bossypants.