30.5 Hours

30.5 hours until I take my first final. Until I sit down and see if I can really do this shit. Honestly, I can't wait. I think I'm getting dumber by the minute. More exhausted, more fed up with Civil Procedure. I just wanna do it and move on to torts. I'm gonna do fine, hope everyone else does-but we all know that's not possible. I hope I don't disappoint myself. Worst thing is-I don't care if people think I'm smart. Honestly, I think it'd be hilarious is someone who has come off as stupid the whole semester busts out some tremendous grades-it'd kind of make my day. Unfortunately, I apparently put forth some air of intelligence which means I have a lot to live up to. See really, I just don't freak out and let this process destroy my life and my sanity. I'm really happy where I am right now and I'm not gonna let a couple of weeks of hell change that. I do poorly-fuck it, I'll laugh it off and do better next time. I do well, fantastic. It would be pretty phenomenal to live up to expectations, but if it doesn't happen, it's not the end of the world.


30.5 HOURS.

Lyrics:
"And you may ask yourself, "how do I work this?"
and you may ask yourself "Where is that large automobile?"
And you may tell yourself "this is not my beautiful house!"
And you may tell yourself "this is not my beautiful wife!"
Letting the days go by."
-Talking Heads