LSAT woes

If law schools were celebrities, my best bet is looking at 5 years of my life with an American Idol. Marginally well-known with some talent - but no Orlando Bloom. That’s my best bet if I started studying like, last week. Stared at this pile of books, my ticket out of a spontaneous one-year-stint that’s dragged past its novelty, and all I wanted to do was veg, eat, and watch more of The Office. I watched so much of it that I started thinking hey, my office job isn’t so bad. We’re getting new blinds soon. God. Forget the Idol. I’m gonna end up with Britney Spear’s first husband. My mood can best be summed up by the legendary Rick James, “Fuck this couch!”

My best friend Daniel on the other hand needs some accolades for being on target to finish his master’s thesis by the summer. I’d tossed around the idea of putzing around Europe for 6 months after all the grad exams, but since he’ll be finished earlier than he thought and plans to leave Vienna to gallivant around the world – as well he should – I am back to square one with figuring out where I should move myself. I wonder how long I could stay in Mexico without a US passport. That does it. I'm adding a new goal: finally apply for US citizenship in February, damnit.