And the drama continues...

And this morning starts off with a bang when J****** can't get it through her head that even though she owns the house, that I also have legal and moral rights that I purchase every month when I pay rent. She is completely delusional on what it means to have a tenant.

A person can't do ANYTHING they want to do with their home just because their name is on the title. There are situations that cause limitations. There are limitations when there's a mortgage, when there are restrictive covenants, with zoning regulations, >>AND<< when a tenant is involved.

Every day that goes by I want out of this madhouse more and more.

And today's go fuck yourself award goes to...

J***** H*******! I thought it would be a good idea to document my weight loss process through time lapse photography. All I asked of her is to take one photo of me each night for awhile. She only would do it if it were once a week. CLEARLY YOU DON'T KNOW THE PURPOSE OF TIME LAPSE! Apparently by asking her to take 1 MINUTE a night to help me with what would ordinarily be a pretty cool project, is an inconvenience of such astronomical proportions that I must be out of my FUCKING skull to have considered it.

On top of that apparently we're going to have a film crew in our house for 12 hours next friday or so to film a commercial. She gets paid, I get inconvenienced. I told her I should probably get a kick back because I live here and she laughed at me. I told her I was serious and she said no.

Frustration doesn't even begin to describe how much of a burden she is to my peace of mind and sense of security in my own "home." Oops! Not my home, HER home...I just pay rent.

Fuck it all and fucking no regrets

A little Metallica lyric there to represent my mood right now. Having my masculinity questioned because I'm not a handiman or have any desire to do yardwork will do that to a fella.

Apparently I should just cut my cock off and throw it in a river.

You're Gonna Get Raped

Goddamn it's late

2:30 and I'm still working on shit. Today was a glorious effort in procrastination. I did dishes, straightened up a bit, smoked a lot of cigarettes, cooked dinner in an attempt to avoid actual school work. Hell, I even did school work to avoid doing more important school work. That's bad.

Oh well. I hope I get enough done to justify going to have dinner with B, but I'm not sure at this rate. I'd have to be REALLY REALLY productive to pull that off. It'll make me look like a real dick because I was just getting on his case about not hanging out and all...shit. This ended up being a really bad weekend for me, though. A lot of work even by law school standards. I know he'll understand, but it still makes me look like a douche.

Oh well.

Roly Poly

Ugh, full of Mexican right now, and my belly is stuft. Went out with Joanne, my roomie and we had a good time. We got a nice mariachi serenade of "Livin' la Vida Loca." Joanne and I are doing really well right now. She has been very receptive and compassinate about my emotional difficulties adapting to law school (which are very real) and I love her for that (in a healthy way!) She made me a very tasty meal on Wednesday and we went to see the new Coen Bros. movie on Thursday and then tonight. And all so very plutonic, and that's great. No drama, no tension, no baggage, just friendship, which is precisely what I need right now.

School was good. Put in 5 hours of Graduate Assistant job in, which means my fingers are all but crippled (my job is to hand write information in pencil on folders for contracts. I have about 10,000 (literally) to do. I did about 100 today.

Busy busy weekend ahead of me. I'll end up typing up about 30 pages of material between my notes, a hypothetical, and my memorandum.

Looking forward to hanging out with B for dinner on Sunday.

Law School is the Beast That Eats Its Young

Okay, a bit of an exaggeration but it's brutal. Or as Nathan Explosion would say: "Bruuuuuuuuuuuuuutal!" Law School should come with its own black metal soundtrack it's so brutal.

Other than that, it's always sunny in Stone Mountain!

Haven't written in awhile, gonna be better about it.

I'm quit the Pizza Slut and now I'm just a law student and graduate assistant. I'm playing around with some extra curricular stuff. I've done more ExCurr shit in the last 4 weeks than all of my time at UGA and GSU undergrad put together...x2.

The Docket, the GSU College of Law newspaper, is interested in my humorous article ideas and that makes me happy. I'm gonna see what cause of action Jabba the Hutt's Estate has against Luke Skywalker for blowing up his party barge. Or maybe Sauron can bring suit against Frodo for Trespass and destruction of property. Or how do statutes of limitations work with time travel as in Back to the Future...

Goddamn I'm a big fucking dork.