2L = done
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oh hai, it’s finals time again.
Not amused.
So all I want to do is get cute bangs cut when I go home and then I find out that half the stylists in the shop started their own shop and my stylist didn’t move or stay but is nowhere to be found.
Seriously, everyone either gets pregnant, moves, or decides to “not cut hair” anymore. This one I can’t even find.
And the last time I got my hair cut in the ~city, I had to pay way too much to some “salon” that wanted me to drink too many cappuccinos while some ditz screwed up my hair.
I just want bangs. whine whine whine.
of Montreal last night!
I guess this photo looks like it’s from far away, but I got my ass there early enough to get a table along the side and up on a ledge and sorry guys, best seat ever.
Back to ~law school now.
I forgot how busy the law school tag gets when finals come around. The 1Ls start to freak out, the 2Ls procrastinate, and the 3Ls have no fucks left to give.
I’m just gonna watch Downton Abbey instead, okay?
(but for real, then I’m going to go review teach myself bankruptcy & creditor/debtor law.)
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Made hot apple cider and cinnamon rolls today. instagrammed it as “fall as fuck”; I feel like that’s appropriate.
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law student humor, you guys.
knitting, coffee, good literature, law school
