"OoO sometimes....Igetagoodfeeling!"

So after the last class of the first semester of law school ended tonight, I did what any exhausted, apprehensive, and procrastinating 1L does when faced with the daunting prospect of spending the next 16 days locked in a cell studying 24 hours a day does......I went to Whole Foods to stock up on necessary GetMeThroughFinalExam edible items!

Whole Foods and I have a love affair...mostly it tells me how much I need it, steals my money, and has me coming back begging for more. Tonight I went straight for the wine. Ok well that's a lie. I went straight for the frozen pizza section, but on the way I got distracted by a beautiful display of pink labeled french wine. My best friend Nicole says I'm an advertiser's dream come true as it doesn't take much to convince me to try something new, especially if it's pink in color or has "pink" in the name. For those of you who are judging me right now, stop it. I'll wait for another day to express my new found love for Pink Rockstars.

After perusing the aisles for a 20 glorious minutes, I checked out and left $83 poorer. For those of you who think I can afford to shop at Whole Foods all the time, you are sorely mistaken. I come from the land of Groupon where even super expensive amazing stores sometimes stoop to the level of us poor college students and offer fantastic deals if you can catch them quick enough.

This is the part where I could tell you that I thought long and hard about returning home, treasures in hand,  to start a long night of book cracking and head banging. But that would be a lie. Instead I made the second of many irresponsible decisions of this evening and headed over with my pretty pink bottle of wine and my dark chocolate drizzled popcorn (that's another story) to Nicole's house for a little Big Bang Theory Marathon.

While watching Sheldon Cooper eat brussel sprouts in an attempt to live long enough to one day become a robot, it dawned on me that if I'm going to make it through law school, I'm going to need an outlet (or so my therapist tells me). I could join a book club (but school already killed my eyes and forced me to get glasses, so that's out). I could watch hours of mindless tv (but I've kind of been there, done that). Or, I could start documenting my crazy inner voice that I try so hard to keep suppressed in an attempt to appear cool, calculated, detached, and mature enough to one day handle your future legal dilemmas. Guess which one I chose!

So I implore anyone who is reading this (so probably just you Nicole) to bear with me over the next few months. Have patience. Don't think too poorly of me. And most of all....If you don't like it, don't read it.

Goodnight for now,
-M-