5 Rangers...
stress relief! don't study too hard guys...
http://youtube.com/watch?v=hjWW2OB2iI0
-clubemo
29 April 2007
02 April 2007
20 March 2007
19 March 2007
14 March 2007
i haven't posted in blogger for so long that the interface looks different to me now.
thanks to cleavageman j and his wonderful act of keying his gmail account to nakedlawyers, this blog is officially on the way to the cemetery.
but no this cannot happen! if nakedlawyers dies
a whole generation of blogposts recording the groundbreaking experience of law students struggling to get through uni will vanish into thin air!
ok, and having crim essays, memorials, and moots all in a bundle of fun is really not amusing.
-lovelybones
thanks to cleavageman j and his wonderful act of keying his gmail account to nakedlawyers, this blog is officially on the way to the cemetery.
but no this cannot happen! if nakedlawyers dies
a whole generation of blogposts recording the groundbreaking experience of law students struggling to get through uni will vanish into thin air!
ok, and having crim essays, memorials, and moots all in a bundle of fun is really not amusing.
-lovelybones
01 March 2007
08 February 2007
30 January 2007
29 January 2007
25 January 2007
24 January 2007
23 January 2007
It's night now. Inspiration comes to us when we are alone, when we have had time to ponder. Sometimes there are all the things that we meant to say, that we didn't. All the things we meant to do, but we couldn't. The clock is ticking down. Sometimes the facade needs to be torn away, to reveal all the raw emotion that is kept behind a veil.
Just because.
Don't be hating now.
Just because.
Don't be hating now.
20 January 2007
11 January 2007
10 January 2007
It’s telling when the stuff you’ve done scares even yourself.
It’s only scary afterwards, of course. When you’re doing it, it always feels justified. No dissenting voice of reason: it’s as though your conscience just upped and left, disgusted, not wanting to have anything more to do with your actions. With you.
5 am in the morning again. Not sleeping. Not able to sleep. Damn, the cigarette pack is empty again. AGAIN! How much more can the body take. Time to open another pack: at least that lends SOME purpose to tonight. Purpose is hard to come by these days.
Self-reflection feels like the morning after a party, and here’s all that’s left: the empty bottles and cigarette butts.
Enuf
“So many self-imposed restrictions,
So much I want to say.
So little for me to hold on to,
So much has slipped away.”
It’s only scary afterwards, of course. When you’re doing it, it always feels justified. No dissenting voice of reason: it’s as though your conscience just upped and left, disgusted, not wanting to have anything more to do with your actions. With you.
5 am in the morning again. Not sleeping. Not able to sleep. Damn, the cigarette pack is empty again. AGAIN! How much more can the body take. Time to open another pack: at least that lends SOME purpose to tonight. Purpose is hard to come by these days.
Self-reflection feels like the morning after a party, and here’s all that’s left: the empty bottles and cigarette butts.
Enuf
“So many self-imposed restrictions,
So much I want to say.
So little for me to hold on to,
So much has slipped away.”
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