Today was the start of matric week and it was
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painful.(mostly because I thought my big toe was severed in my shoe. I kept expecting to find it lolling about in my shoe.)

This better not be a sign of how law school is going to turn out.

I also believe court shoes were invented by a bachelor fellow (bastard) who had a mistress . He must have been living in the Victorian Ages, where the most stupid fashions prevailed as the ton believed them "fashionable". (Miserable maggots) Even though they must have hurt his mistress, she was getting paid hefty amounts of money and she had the rest of the day to slack and soak her poor feet.

Unlike the rest of us poor would- be-lawyers who have to wear these shoes for the rest of our life. And though we have are getting paid hefty amounts, we are missing out on the great sex (I mean, they always have great sex in these Victorian Age romance novels. The whole star spangled banner probably was unravelled when either one of them "spasmed in rapturous rhapsody")

Orientation started out okay but it was not fantastic. Mostly because, "law camp" was like THE event. This is just for the rest of the poor sods (aka me) who didn't turn up. ( I swear, I'm going to hang a sign around my neck which goes " I didn't go for law camp becuase I had dengue".

And oh yes, perhaps it would better if I COULD HAVE QUIT TALKING. I was like the Duracell bunny.It was mildly very terrible. And I keep rambling on and on. blabbing incoherently. I had no full stops in my sentences, no commas, no semicolons or em dashes. It was like the punctuations in my realm were on holiday in Aruba. I could not even stop when people had the dazed look on their face. I should really find a new outlet for all this energy. I'm gonna probabaly kill my own kid by talking to him. I'd be hauled in for "non-stop verbal abuse of the other kind".

After which, I don't really remember. It feels a bit poseur, as though being part of the law school means that certain mannerisms have to be displayed and if you don't, you're just,well a loser.
Sounds a bit like Lizzie Mcguire to me. oh well, maybe that's just me or the little voice in my voicebox that has indefinite energy charged up in it. Maybe, my voicebox was part of a mute in it its past birth so its taking advantage of not having to sing "the sound of silence" any more

I really should stop typing.

I officially christen myself as the bimbo of the law fac 2005
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In other planes of my vast but sparsely populated life,


this is my vastly messy desk that looks a bit neat because its taken from a distance. I should clean it sometime soon*


This is the photo I'm going to use to scare my children into submission. Looks rather ghoulish eh?

And that is that..

*"soon" as calculated by the eminent mathematican of Vasudha province, Mr Vasuvasuvasu from Vasu and Vasu Mathematical society, is equivelent to a lot of time.(think light years in terms of time)