Sometimes Truth Defies Reason
My summer really took a down turn in June. Aside from getting third degree burns at Six Flags last week, there's not much to report. I haven't gone out in 2 weeks. I had to check my phone just now to figure out what day of the week it is. I'm in drastic need of some excitement.
Here's the plan. Further euthanize my social life with marathon studying sessions, as well as a week long cloistering while I work on my take home exam. Try to find some legal work to keep me busy, although that is looking grim right now. And once that crap is taken care of, have fun. Maybe I'll just go on a trip. Who knows?
The truth of the matter is that during a summer that should be great (no working long back breaking hours, one class that leaves me the entire day to myself, about 40 unread books on my shelves), I am not having much fun. You'd think I could manage to pull something off. Nope, I'm just sitting here reading In re Trust of Stuchell, watching Aqua Teen Hunger Force, and singing along to "Fat Bottomed Girls" by Queen. While that is probably the greatest song ever written, it's not enough to keep this night from being anything but ass.