That last blog sucked...so will this one.

Howdy bitches. Well, in twelve short hours, hopefully I will have finished with my Tax exam and we'll never have to hear about it again. Comparative Law is on Friday. I haven't started studying. Much to everyone's chagrin, I will be typing my exam, so I won't be able to give a blow-by-blow on all the twitching, kissing, speculating, spitting, arguing and citing extraneous, unassigned sources that will doubtless ensue once the "Oblongs" start taking the test. Nope. Hopefully it'll just be me n' a few of the "normies" in a room, quietly typing what we think about... well, hell. I don't know. I did all the damn reading and I still am like "uh, globalization is a... mmmmmmmmmmm... catalyst for the harmonization of international...private law?"

Whatever. So, yeah. Now I'm straight chillin'. I got all my books and outlines tabbed, I know virtually NOTHING about tax law, and I'm praying that the test is so easy it makes me want to cry, on top of an amazing curve. Cross your fingers for me.

I went to a tea place today to study on Miracle Mile. Every time I got o Miracle Mile, I think, "Why the hell don't I come here more often? There are so many interesting, way overly expensive weird little boutique-y stores for all the millionares that live around here...I want Gelatto, a wedding dress and a mini-Bentley for my nonexistent dog."

But I never go. I suppose, perhaps tomorrow night, I could ride my bike there, and make a list of the places I want to wander around after I'm finished with all my exams, and have nothing but time...before I revert back to being a 1L, with no time, attached by the eyeballs to my books. Gross.

Anyhoo, I went to some place called "Montea" and Jess, Spence and I sat around tabbing outlines and drinking tea. The tea was actually sort of tasty. I had a tandoori chicken salad sandwich. The chicken salad was ENTIRELY too sweet, like it had been made with the tangy, vomit-inducing zip of bad tasting Miracle Whip.

Eh. I'm tired of writing. I can't wait until finals are over. Bye.