I really think I'm into some masochistic (hmm, interesting I'm not a very good speller but I managed to spell that word), self-destruction mode. I know I have to kick ass my first year, I really have no real distractions, but here I am giving myself distractions. What the hell?? I need some like spiritual intervention, pick me up, dust me off, and please put my brain back into a solid state.
The thoughts are all there but it's like soup. I need a winter storm to come along and freeze my ideas into a workable product that I can turn in. Am I cracking under the pressure? Oh the overwhelming craziness, masochistic desire to be an attorney, why? Because I have to be the best, I have to be number one, I have to do well. Where the hell did that come from? I have no idea, I think it's mostly self-imposed because that pressure sure did not come from my family. Then why is this not easier? I think slacking off because someone else is forcing me to be here is one thing, but I'm forcing myself to be here.
So I hate working at a dead-end job because I'm not challenged enough and I hate being in school because it's hard (to be honest I don't actually hate school, I actually love it a lot). I am never going to be happy at this point. Alrighty so, where are my 50 cats and my old-shoe-house?