no song plays at four thirty in the morning - except the anthem which runs at six.
here's an interesting question: which is hardier, your generic run-of-the-mill cockroach, or the factory-line standard ballpoint pen? it's not an untidy comparison, i don't think. might be like asking which is juicier, apples or pears, but slightly less intuitive to consider. i'd go with the ballpoint pen in a head-to-head, although i've heard that roaches can survive without their heads for days, which is ghastly.
you never know when the writing feeling hits, i suppose. in this case it's basically four thirty in the morning, and you know how you have to get up and pee when it's cold, and then hope to catch a bit more before the sun's up. but i thought about the impending release of the exam results, which, more than previously, i've been looking forward to. nevermind what i always say about results being secondary and all that, i felt like i'd done real swell this time. feeling pretty bullish, as it were. i'm grateful too for having a semester to remember, as a last one, none of that dreadful banking law crap, or financial accounting. well, that's one hundred and sixty credits of law school, yup count 'em up, one hundred and sixty. not bad at all.
the second thing i thought about was just about law school, well, put another way, about maybe forgetting some of the things that have happened all this time. so i might not be able to get them down at any rate, but i guess they'll drift on as little inky dinky bits of memory, reflecting in the more strangely occurring shafts of light.
i remember the second interview i did to get in. walking along the charmingly white corridors and archways, i remember thinking that i'd probably be happy here. and i've counted my blessings more often than not, since then. it was just one of those beautiful sunny days in school, the kind that everybody would know a hundred times over. it's that kind of school, you know? it's like a '60s es-335 of schools - classic, mellow, a bit vintage, takes a bit of class. hoho, nice one.
... my notes are not typically inspired at this point... something about law camp and this girl i liked because we took some photobooth shots together... both of us having long hair. haha, whatever.
anyway, at this point i'm running low on writing juice. well, geez oh whiz. hmm something about an intuitive dislike for mindmaps, etc. etc., ah here we go.
i'll always remember my lowest day in law school. i got a D+ for open memo from everyone's favourite lawr tutor, god rest her soul. i also flapped in an own goal in some inter year soccer match later that day. it was an infamous day. scottish bagpipes blow in dishonour at that day. mugs are sarcastically raised, and dourly gulped.
no exchange, yada yada, the good things about having a law school education, still missing the ac gep camaraderie all these years, and in conclusion... oh a terrible one i wrote down. my gosh how the mighty have fallen. it is insipid ian, after all.
