Showing posts with label school. Show all posts
Showing posts with label school. Show all posts

Monday, July 1, 2013

the price of freedom

** for more info on student loans visit asa.org**

it's july 1. a date that means little more to the average american than 72 more hours til cookouts and fireworks.. but i'm no average american. i'm a student. with loans. lots of loans. i'm one of the 3% who owe more than $100,000 back to Uncle Sam, meaning i now don't qualify for a home loan, car loan, hell, even the student loans i need to finish my education. so what does that have to do with july 1? today is D-Day, but the D doesn't mean doom.
holster your BFG, soldier!


the d is for double, which is what the interest rates on student loans did today. that means that unless by some miracle there is a retroactive resolution, i'll be paying 7% interest on my loans for the next year. this unreasonable. it's unconscionable! do you know what the interest rate banks and financial institutions trade money with each other is today? about 0.25%!!! because institutions with enough money to break the world's economy need the financial incentive. 

because raping people's livelihoods is expensive work
who's to blame? congress, of course. old rich people who already made their way in the world  couldn't reach the logical conclusion that maybe we should stop punishing the best brightest of the next generation. no, let's make a generation of wage slaves who can never join the american dream club working regular jobs because they'll be paying the entrance fee fro the rest of their lives. july 1 is double day. and because congress couldn't make the common sense choice to give we the future a break, they dump the burden on us  yet again. 

so let's all rest easy today knowing that this independence day rest easy knowing that your fat cat law makers are getting fat at their palatial estates and on their well deserved vacations. your future leaders are going to stress themselves into an early grave wondering if they will ever have the american dream, but that's our fault for wanting to make something of ourselves.

because, 'murica

ok, so there is a july 10 mulligan date planned, but this is the 'murican congress we're talking about. you wanna hold your breath for a solution?

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

10 minute break pt 2: the redux

this is the point in my career where i start to think i might have been better suited choosing a different path in life.

i really like taking my break to write about shit that's on my mind rather than spending hard earned bucks on shitty kiosk food.


all my professors this year that i didn't have last year seem to really believe in their knowledge of the law, and don't get me wrong, they're really smart, but damn. you don't have to make a brother feel like an a-hole for not quite being there yet.

part of me wants to grow my fro back. i know i won;t be able to wear one again until i prove myself as a serious legal mind, so while i'm a silly 1L-2L i want to do it one last time.... also i wanna beat Ashley's fro


paying attention in class is for squares. like pants!


i figure that with my health, advances in modern medicine, and my future high income, it's not unrealistic to believe i could live to be 245-300 years.


there's this wicked awesome looking fan made Pokemon game that appears to run on the SFIII engine. if you're not creaming your pants 1) clearly you're not a nerd, and thus should reevaluate your life, and/or 2) you lack the vision to truly understand the gravity of that proclamation. let me spell it out: imagine you took the most bad-ass fighting monsters on Nintendo's roster (that are bipedal) and instead of having to wait your turn to throw an attack, you just had them go at it in a 1-on-1 no holds barred two round match. if that doesn't do it for you, just watch this. see.? wow...


was ithe only one that watched the pro bowl and thought: "wow. this is really really bad"



Tuesday, January 31, 2012

alert level juris

you ever get that feeling that through no real misstep, no real slip up, no real fault of your own, you made a really big mistake? that's how i feel right now. i feel like i did most everything right: i graduated high school in the top 10% of my class, graduated with honors from college, started working right away, then i got into post graduate education. whoopee, right? well there's a problem: i went to law school. and I'm starting to feel like it was a fool's decision more and more.

don't get me wrong, it's a great opportunity to do fulfilling work and make a a lot of money, (but volunteers can do fulfilling work, and the lotto is also a good opportunity to make a lot of money and they won't put you almost $200k in the hole). but that really is only true for those who don't have to pay their way through with loans (remember that $200k hole?). for people like me it's more like i gotta hope i do well enough to  put myself in position to rub elbows with the right people, because, let's face it, the only people who get jobs that payout enough to cover the cost of school are the ones who schmooze the best.

the top students in the class don't necessarily get the best jobs, the self promoters do. that's logical fallacy of law school number 1. logical fallacy number 2 is that law school = future success and financial windfall. that's what attracted me to it in the first place. the idea that i could do something where i could help people and make bread doing it was all i needed to know. law school was for me. the third logical fallacy of law school is what i just mentioned: the fulfilling work. yes, there are Gloria Allred types out there who advocate for causes they believe in and earn a nice living doing it (not to mention a reputation), but to be fair, it's usually only the full-ride kids who can justify "doing it for the love, not the money" type jobs. the rest of us federal and bank loan students have to get gigs that can cover those loans. we are the soulless bloodsuckers who give lawyers a bad name, but we only do so out of necessity. it's the way the system is set up. these law schools have to provide us with an immense pool of resources just to learn us the law and how to use it. in order to fund all that, especially for private schools (like mine), they charge us ridiculously high tuition. in my case when you add on fees, I'll be paying around $60k/year. 6-0. if my applications hadn't been sabotaged, (but that's another blog) I'd be in state at a state school and I'd be paying $13-$24k/year.

but I'm getting away from the real issue with law school: the real job market. when i graduate there will be hundreds of jobs available. hundreds of jobs with thousands of applicants. and each applicant without a scarlet "H" or navy "Y" on their diploma is already at a disadvantage. among the jobs that don't hire exclusively from the ivy, you have to deal with the other of the several top 40 schools in the greater NY area. once those jobs get filled, it's time to push for job as a PD or ADA which will earn you between $40k and $100k/year, which sounds good until you consider cost of living in NY. what $400/mth would get me in Durham I'd be paying $1000+ for up here. now scale that up to a home suitable for a person with a law degree. now add on price of gas, food, doctor bills, repairs -- oh yeah, and the $2,000+ you'll be paying in loans each month... get it? unsustainable. then there are the clerk positions that you could get as a 1L-2L in law school. that's what the next bit of us have to look forward to. now let's consider my unique situation: I'm not only going to have to glad-hand my way into a decent gig, but I'm going to have to do so while convincing a firm in NC that my NY education will translate to NC law. and that's if I'm lucky enough to find a job at all... did i mention that there's a very real possibility that i could go through law school and do everything right and intern over the summers and STILL wind up jobless and in debt? because that's true, too.

so I'm starting to not feel very good about my life choices. but, hey, there's always the JD-MBA route...
so tell me, what do you think about your path in life?

Friday, October 28, 2011

10 minute break

just gonna stream my consciousness for a minute...
sick and tired of not being a serious law student, but for whatever reason i cant seem to make myself do right. there are just to many distractions. for instance, last night i opened my book at 10 PM and didn't start reading until 11... AM. in the morning. because i just had to watch like two netflix movies about wrestling and two animes. for no real reason.  this is my problem. i literally will find any reason at all to not read. and get this: i haven't written my own brief in about a month. i've been downloading them or doing the "book brief" and that's when i do right. i need to make a change, because, you know, i gottta become a judge one day.


i think i have an image problem. i got really upset the other day because icalled my gf's cat a "fat crap", and she responded in jest, "YOU'RE a fat crap". i knew she didn't mean it seriously, but it bugged the crap outta me. i literally changed my plans from "do laundry and read, then go to sleep" to "eff this laundry, i need to go to the gym RIGHT NOW!" and that's what i did. got a real good cardio session in, too. didn't talk to her for almost 24 hours after that, and when i did, it was a really tense convo. i felt bad about it...


had a dream that i got into a fight with my dad, and the only reason we didn't come to blows was because my dad's "other side" talked sense into me, then my brother told me to come outside so he could tell me some bit of news that i can't remember right now.


in my opinion, these occupy wall street protesters are misplacing their anger. why get upset at wall street for doing what they're paid to do? or even better, why get mad at wall street for playing by the rules that they've been allowed to play by? if you ask me, all the energy and effort of the "occupy [wherever the biggest scapegoat is]" movement would be better spent on pennsylvania avenue than wall street, because it's our policies that have given big corporation the freedom to fuck us over for financial gain. you can't get mad at the dog for grabbing your bone if the dog's caregiver never rolls up a newspaper on it for doing so.

sometimes it's really hard. to. listen.. to.... professor...... frye...... becausehisspeechpatternisreallyfunny... right? right? right? right?

maybe it's me, but for some reason the "puking my guts out" pumpkin just flies in the face of all that is good and holy about halloween... 
i'm done, ta ta for now

Monday, September 19, 2011

the shining

all work and no play make drew a dull boy
all work and no play make drew a dull boy
all
all work
all work and
all work and no
all work and no play
all work and no play make
all work and no play make drew
all work and no play make drew a
all work and no play make drew a dull
all work and no play make drew a dull boy
yob llud a werd ekam ylap on dna krow lla
all work and no mlay pake drew a bull doy

yeah, i'm feeling like jack right now. not in that, i'm gonna axe someone to death (hey, like harrison v taylor!) "here's johnny!" kinda way, but in that "all this work is driving me to the brink of insanity" kinda way. stay posted guys...

Monday, September 12, 2011

a brief example of a bad legal brief

law school is like Rowdy Roddy Piper. wrestling fans know his famous catch phrase, but for those of you who had terrible, WWF-less childhoods, his famous catch phrase is, "just when they think they know the answers, i change the questions". law school takes that attitude and runs with it, stops, hydrates, and stretches, then does a marathon with it. when you come to law school, it's a given that you're really, like really, really smart. you're generally a good writer, your study habits and work ethic are all top notch. then classes start and you realize that law school changed the definition of all those things, and buddy, what you knew before ain't it.

for example, drew everyday has always been a good writer. i was published for the FIRST time in SECOND F'N GRADE! i never got less than a 4 outta 4 on any standardized writing test i ever took. hell, in my college level creative writing course, i did so well that my work was used as an example of how to do it right for other classes, AND my professor wanted me to write for MORE PUBLICATION!

the following memo would have seen me deified by any undergrad professor i turned it in to. in law school, however, it was barely passable:


To: Senior Associate
From:
Re: Sean North Inquiry on Statute of Limitations
Date: 9/1/2011
MEMORANDUM
A court is likely to find that Sean has a right to file a claim on behalf of his sister, Stacy. A court will probably find 1) Sean is filing within the statute of limitations pursuant to Me. Rev. Stat. Ann. tit.24, § 2902 (West 2000 and Supp. 2001); 2) Stacy’s injury is sufficient to toll Maine’s statute of limitations pursuant to Me. Rev. Stat. Ann. tit.24, § 853 (West 1980 and Supp. 2001); 3) the statute of limitations for Stacy to file a claim have not accrued; 4) Sean’s guardianship over Stacy does not affect her protection under the statute; and a court may possibly find 5) the fact that Stacy’s injury caused her disability is of no consequence.
Maine’s statute of limitations rule as found in common law reads this way: 1) statute of limitations may be tolled until incompetence, by reason of mental illness or minority, is relieved; Mental illness is an overall inability to function in society as to prevent a plaintiff from protecting their legal right; Discovery is assumed to accrue on the date the injury occurred. 2) The statute of limitations for filing a claim for relief of injury is 6 years from the date on which the injury was reasonably discoverable; if a plaintiff is incompetent, the statute of limitations is tolled until their incompetence is removed.

Stacy’s injury is sufficient to toll the statue of limitations in Maine. MRSA §2902, sets the time limit in which to file a complaint for an injury at three years ex post the date the injury accrues. For incompetent persons, the statute of limitations is tolled until the disability is removed, see MRSA §853. In Maine, mental illness is defined as “an overall inability to function in society” such that the plaintiff is unable to protect their legal rights, McAfee v. Cole, 637 A.2d 463, 466 (Me. 1994), and as such, is sufficient to toll the statute of limitations, Bowden v. Grindle 675 A.2d 968, 971 (Me. 1996). The ability to function in familiar settings and relationships is not sufficient to assert competence to protect ones legal rights Chasse v. Mazerolle, 580 A.2d 155, 157 (Me. 1990) (marriage and divorce insufficient to prove competence). The statute can be tolled for professional negligence, Chasse, 580 A.2d at 156. Stacy’s injury was due to professional negligence, as it occurred in a hospital as she was recovering from surgery. Though Stacy can still function in familiar environments, because of her injury, she is no longer able to fully care for herself, see Bowden, 675 A.2d at 672 (difficulty cooking, etc.). Therefore, her injury is sufficient to toll the statute of limitations.
A court will likely find the statute of limitations for Sean to bring a claim has not yet accrued. MRSA §2902 now sets the statute of limitations at six years for all persons, Bowden, 675 A.2d at 972; McAfee, 637 A.2d at 465. MRSA §853 asserts that the statute of limitations for those with a mental illness shall be tolled until the disability is removed. Maine’s Supreme Court affirms, McAfee, 637 A.2d at 466. The injury in question occurred in April 2007, but Stacy’s incompetence has yet to be removed, therefore the statute of limitations has not yet accrued.
Sean should be able to file the claim as Stacy’s guardian. Though neither Maine’s statute nor their courts address this issue, there are sources we can draw from. In North Carolina, the rule is that an “insane” person who has a guardian when they sustain an injury has the statute of limitations accrue on that date, or otherwise on the date in which they acquire a guardian, First Citizens Bank & Trust Co. v. Wllis,125 S.E.2d 359, 361 (N.C. 1962). Accordingly, the statute of limitations for Stacy to file a claim accrued on the day when Sean became her guardian. The ruling in First Citizens Bank fails here for two reasons. First, Sean became Stacy’s guardian in 2007. The present year, 2011, falls well within the six year limit. Secondly, in a 1979 Massachusetts case, the court held that the appointment of a guardian has no affect on the tolling statute because the statute did not address guardians. O'Brien v. Mass. Bay Transp. Auth., 541 N.E.2d 334, 337 (Mass. 1979). The Massachusetts statute is similar to Maine’s. Thus it is conceivable to add as section 2(b) of the rule for Maine: the appointment of a guardian does not affect the tolling of statutes of limitation to those rendered incompetent. By that interpretation, Sean’s status as Stacy’s guardian has no effect on her protection under MRSA §853.
There was no relevant law to determine the standard for injuries which render the victim incompetent. The closest suggestion in the common law is that incompetence brought on by an incident allows for protection under the tolling provision until it is removed, Bowden, 675 A.2d at 972. Stacy’s disability began in April 2007 when her injury occurred and her protection should persist until her injury is removed.
I must note that not all of the present rulings support extending protection under the tolling provision. The rulings in Bowden, 675 A.2d at 972 (incompetence due to mental illness sufficient to toll statute), Chasse, 580 A.2d at 157 (prior competence not indicative of competence to exercise rights; ability to function in familiar settings not sufficient to establish competence), and O’Brien, 541 N.E.2d at 337 (protection under tolling statute not affected by appointment of a guardian) are clearly favorable to Sean’s cause. However, the findings in McAfee, A.2d at 465 (statute accrues when incompetence is removed and reasonably discoverable), and First Citizens Bank, 125 S.E.2d at 361 (Appointment of guardian ends protection under tolling statute) seem to be harmful. Both cases, though, have completely different facts from Sean’s. As I mentioned earlier, First Citizens Bank is outdated by O’Brien, 541 N.E.2d at 337. Moreover, the reasoning, to protect the certainty of real estate titles by strictly enforcing the time limit in which a dissent maybe filed, First Citizens Bank, 125 S.E.2d at 362, has no bearing on the present facts. Our facts concern a person’s health, not their property. Additionally, Sean is bringing his claim within the established limit. In McAfee there were significant time differences, McAfee, 637 A.2d at 466 (12 years after tolling of the limit ended).
In sum, a court will most likely find that Sean has a right to bring a cause of action against Bangor Memorial Hospital on behalf of his sister, Stacy, despite having passed the statute of limitations. A court should find that: 1) Stacy’s injury is sufficient to toll the statute of limitations in Maine; 2) the statute of limitations for Stacy’s right to file a claim has not accrued; 3) having a guardian has no effect on Stacy’s protection under the statute; and possibly find 4) the fact that Stacy’s injury caused her disability is inconsequential.


they changed the definition, bitches....

Saturday, June 18, 2011

11th hour happenings





strange news, DARKlings. i returned from patrol to find apparently i have been, tentatively at least, accepted to the norman adrian wiggins law school @ campbell university.

this is the one

i feel some kinda way about this. i could, and by all rights should, be honored that they're giving me a fair shot despite my admittedly incomplete application (i'm on the waiting list. i said it was a 'tentative' acceptance). but there is a rather sizable chunk of me that just... feels... maybe... a little... teensy bit... insulted. if you've been following like the faithful darklings, and, yes, drewninites, that i know you are then you know that i've already been UNconditionally accepted into law school..... TWICE!!!! NOT ONE, NOT 3, BUT TWICE! 1, 2, 3, 4, TWICE!!! only for campbell to stick me on the waiting list. the waiting list! as if i were some dipwad who turned in an incompl- and lets just move on. the other reason i may or may not take offense to this 11th hour gesture: they waited until i spent 1,000 smackers reserving my seat in new york!!! i feel slighted! but i'm not upset. life has certainly provided more roses than thorns of late. and with that, i bid you adieu! these mean streets need their guardian

Saturday, April 30, 2011

DARK's prayer (for those being taunted by the light)





dear lord,
for years i have walked in near constant darkness. the hardships of doubt and despair, rejection and refusal, the trial and error, self denial and indulgence in the uneasy comfort my tribulation brought me. there was a sort of honor in the single man's fight for actualization. Lord, the revelry, the relishing in it -- tempering my resolve to brilliant cut and flame polished, my steadfastness to a singularity's denseness-- i felt pride in my fight. lord, i knew, because you told me that if i walked 1000 miles toward my goal, you's carry 1000000 more. i, even during those sleepless nights where the doubt would gently rock me to wake every second tock, even when the days were wed and afternoons were breakfast fed, never once left your path. you told me to walk, lord, and i did. and i was rewarded! oh, the bounty was poured from on high: love and happiness from the one you smelted for me, and my goal, the one you sent my mother when i was young, was beset in my path. i could taste victories, luscious and wholesome, in the air, and i relaxed.

lord, the pains i went through to do everything the right way. i made the grades, i made the scores, i wandered through my desert for my 40 years. why, lord, must i be forsaken? why must my goal be thrust even further from me? the lusciousness has left the air. there is only the stench of what should have been. but lord, if your will is for me to bear this cross for a while longer, then i will walk these next 1000 miles with my head held high. if it is your will, i will walk until the air becomes luscious again

Amen

Thursday, March 25, 2010

shocked at the notion


The Man of Every Hour doesn't like to hype events he's not apart of. unfortunately this culture shock thing is is being put on by friends of drew, so he's kinda forced to. that being said... well, look at the damn picture! it says, "DREW SAYS SEE IT" and i do. so see it!


april 5-6: 5th at NCCU new school of education and 6th outdoors festival style, brant street in durham.

be there, bitches!!!!

Saturday, December 12, 2009

transitions

It’s a funny feeling; walking through a formal banquet hall wearing a purple/green/black hoodie, hand-me-down, or rather, pass-across jeans, and sneakers.
The jazz band tunes in, mocking
Ironic that you would to neglect form
They have no sympathy for your amorphous garb
A trifle, your vain attempts at respect whispering, white cord noose
4-years dangle from your freshly tapered neck
As suits and skirts “ahem” your passing

There is no shame with eating desert first.
A sample of tirami-sue me if you disagree
While you sway from that tree
Honored by the thought of one day obliging the sentiment
Of tightening the lady’s eye binds
While you slip an ounce or two more onto your plate
Tip
Scales in your favor
For once may the scales tip in your favor
May the bough on which you cling by your
Honor may it break into a maelstrom of hale
And spit
And sweat
And tears
And blood
And grit
And bile
And rock-a-bye to these suits and skirts
With their two-button up-turned noses
And there knee length ¾ split lip pursed
As if your hoodie, jeans, and sneakers bring shame to the cord that hangs them

Jazz band understands
I know, for my sneakers have been taken in by it
Nurtured and reared into lock step
My neck seems somewhat less burdened by strain of the cord
The jazz band exorcised the tree
My head, weak from the effort, bobs in kind

Confidence, once a drip, is now a trickle
It won’t last for ever so enjoy it
And no suit with it’s narrow, tailor cut lapel
Will say that my hoodie cheapens the pin that adorns it
No crisp cotton blend white shirt will usurp my colorful flannel
Allow me to sneak in a few more minutes of comfort from these sneakers


I’ll grow up tomorrow

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

OBAMA INDOCTRINATES SCHOOL CHILDREN!

ATTENTION ALL! EARLIER TODAY, GRAND WIZARD HIGH CHIEF LORD VICEROY FUHRER OBAMA THE HORRIBLE, DESCENDANT OF HAGAR, HYPNOTIZED OUR CHILDREN INTO LIBERAL ZOMBIE DRONES AND HAS UNLEASHED THEM ON OUR UNSUSPECTING COUNTRY TO SPREAD THE EVILS OF HEALTH CARE FOR ALL CITIZENS, HOPE, INTELLIGENCE AND, MOST EVIL OF ALL, CHANGE!!!!! HIS DIABOLICAL SCHEME CAME TO FRUITION THIS MORNING WHEN HE COMMANDED HIS NEWLY SPAWNED OBAMOIDS TO PERFORM SUCH BRASHLY UNAMERICAN TASKS AS PAYING ATTENTION IN SCHOOL, APPLYING THEIR LESSONS TO REAL WORLD SITUATIONS IN THEIR FUTURE "CAREERS", AND SETTING EDUCATIONAL GOALS FOR THEMSELVES THEN WORKING TOWARD THEM! SUCH HEINOUS DISREGARD FOR OUR CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHT TO STUPIDITY IS NOTHING SHORT OF THE WORK OF A FASCIST TYRANT WHO MUST BE STOPPED! HE IN HIS INFINITE EVIL GENIUS SAW FIT TO BRAINWASH OUR CHILDREN INTO THINKING THAT IT WAS OK TO FAIL BECAUSE NOT EVERYTHING WE TRY WILL SUCCEED AT FIRST. AS IF THAT WASN'T COMMUNIST ENOUGH, HE THEN SAW FIT TO ENCOURAGE THEM TO TRY TRY AGAIN IF AT FIRST THEY DON'T SUCCEED. HOW LOW CAN A MAN GET? HE ANGLED TO FOOL THEM INTO SUCH NAZI BEHAVIORS AS STANDING UP FOR THE LESS FORTUNATE, WORKING TO END POVERTY AND FIND NEW RENEWABLE ENERGY SOURCES THAT WE CAN MAKE IN OUR OWN COUNTRY, AND GETTING INVOLVED IN "EXTRACURRICULAR ACTIVITIES" SEE? HE WANTS OUR CHILDREN TO BE ACTIVE. WHAT A SOCIALIST NAZI COMMUNIST HE IS. HE EVEN HAD THE NERVE TO COERCE STUDENTS INTO TAKING RESPONSIBILITY FOR THEIR OWN ACTIONS.

PATRIOTS, GRAND PUBA OVERLORD DON BARACK "GENGHIS" OBAMA THE DASTARDLY, THE MAN WHO WOULD FORCE OUR CHILDREN TO WASH THEIR HANDS AND STAY HOME TO PREVENT H1N1 FROM SPREADING, IS A FASCIST GUERILLA HUN BEAST WHO WANTS OUR KIDS SMART AND EUROPEAN. THAT'S RIGHT, HE WANTS TO TURN OUR KIDS INTO THE FRENCH! HE'S MUSSOLINI! NO HE'S WORSE THAN MUSSOLINI, HE'S NAPOLEON! HE'S HITLER INCARNATE! HE'S THE ANCESTOR OF ATTILA! HE'S THE SPAWN OF THE GREAT GOJIRA! HE'S, HE'S.... MANBEARPIG! WE MUST WORK TO RECONVERT OUR CHILDREN INTO THE IGNORANT, GOD-FEARING, XENOPHOBIC PALINITES THEY WERE BEFORE THIS CEREBRAL ASSAULT FROM TYRANT MONSTER DEMON SEED BIG-BAD-WOLFISH MUTANT TERRORIST COUNT OBAMA THE UNSEEMLY. YOU KNOW, LIKE THE FOUNDING FATHERS WANTED!!! WE MUST SAVE THEM BECAUSE GOD FORBID





a black man who happens to be a democrat might have the message our nations youth need to hear right now. stop this madness.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

nipping at my tar heels: a blog by drew everyday

yes, i am a tar heel. yes it feels good. yes i hate waking up in the morning. yes i love this class. yes i will make an 'A'. yes yes yes.

with that said, i return mid-may to make a proclamation: i am clean, educated, in pursuit of happiness, and hoping for the best. by hoping of course i mean that i am actively working toward my goals. I've made a few life decisions in the time since our last encounter. for one I'm celibate. women are but a distraction to me, and i need to be focused on the mission, not my urges. ah, who am i kidding? the real reason for my celibacy is the negative results of the "exam". no more chances for the man of every hour, no sir. from this point forward we only philander with companions, savvy? i also decided that i was to continue with my education by any means necessary, even if it meant obtaining bachelors degree number two pre-law school entry. my folks don't think it's a good idea, but i'm not exactly anxious to jump right into a situation i'm not mentally ready for (post grad) or that's not economically ready for me (the, well, economy... or the job market). anywho, what else? what. else?
oh yeah, i'm leaving me humble abode as soon as my situation allows for me to do so. not that i've fallen out of love with the place itself, no. but i can't deal with the arrangement. i didn't sign up to live in a group home, and that's what the place is becoming. one my current roommate lets his friends run rough-shod over the place with no regard for anyone else that lives there, not to mention that he has no respect for people who don't live by his neanderthalic creed. he's moving out (good riddens). but now i learn that apparently i'm supposed to be getting some new kid as a roommate today. who, you ask? i don't know. neither does my landlord. i'm done. i had enough trouble trusting his judgement on letting his kinfolk move in which was a disaster (remember the "good riddens" guy?). i mean the kid doesn't even respect the landlord! and now i'm supposed to trust that this random guy who he doesn't even know is going to be a good roommate? hell fuckin no. i'm leaving ASAP. ASAP! ok, anything else new?
nope, alright bitches, I'm done for now. until next time, holler!