it has been a really long time since i last posted. Sorry about that, but im sure you didn’t miss
me too much-my ranting about law school got lame after 2 years, i know.
i have a lot i could say about this last year of school, but
ill leave that for another time. if thats
what you came here for, you probably need to see someone about that.
nope, right now all i can think about is the perfectly
salted stove popped popcorn im stuffing into my mouth. by the handful. im going to need to clean
this keyboard in a minute. i love popcorn. its my coping mechanism. what, lame you say? i still love ice cream and chocolate, don’t get
me wrong, and the sheer quantity of popcorn i consume is just as unhealthy. but i know when im honing my finer skill of
freaking out when i increase my weekly popcorn intake from 2 times a week to 5
or 6. especially when i consider popcorn lunch and dessert. oops.
and freak out i am, considering the bar is only a few weeks
away. im hoping i die of a popcorn-induced
coma by then. ill avoid the bar, and die happy. two birds, one kernel.
but besides my current stress level exceeding the medically
recommended dosage, i had a chance a few weeks ago to unwind with some friends
and reflect on where i am in life. i once
had this really ridiculous laugh. seriously. ridiculous. so ridiculous that people would record it and laugh at it. but i had
forgotten what that laugh sounded like. yes, i guffaw daily and am inclined to smile at everything, but this uncontrollable,
glass shattering, bubbling giggle i have doesn’t appear often. i have a couple of ideas why, and now im
working on them.
in case you were wondering, bar study does not induce this
kind of laughter. more like the signature eyeroll.
thanks to popcorn and a sore laugh box, im trying to get
back to me. trying to more authentic to
alex. i worry too much now. law school
took all the nonchalant, lowend mediocrity, don’t give a shit that i acquired in
college and turned it into an uptight, frayed ended, worry wart. and i don’t like that. be honest, you don’t either. im working on
being me again. being too loud
sometimes, too talkative all the time, and maybe a tiny bit too carefree. ok,
not too much. just a little. teensy bit. fine, ill be happy if i can just be
carefree some times.
if you saw me in this stress ball state and you went to law
school with me, i hope you don’t recognize me next time we meet. if you saw me
like this and you didn’t go to law school with me, sorry. law school does
horrible things.
