One. My favorite mistake. My worst addiction. I can come up with a million ways to describe my three-year (and counting) predicament. Three consecutive Monday lunches and I'm going insane! God help me. Further I sayeth naught.
Two. This semester is the worst I've ever been through by far. As J.M. so aptly described it, I've never felt so out of control in my entire life. Academics-wise, it's not so heavy, but with OLA and whatnot, dude! I've never said "I either want to die or kill someone" more than I have this sem! Most days, I just want to bury my head under my pillow and disappear. But the heat and the persistent voice in my head that says "OLA OLA OLA OLA" pushes me, quite unwillingly, to drag my ass out of my comfort zone, bust my allowance on cab fare to venture into the godawful courts and prosecutors' offices and end up filthy as hell from commuting to and from places I'd rather not be. Breathe, Grace, breathe. Arggh!!!
Three. As I said, this whole "Death to indigents!" phase really defeats the whole social justice ideal. It's one thing to say, yeah, the world is not fair. It's another to be FORCED and REQUIRED to deal with their issues and to have to take time away from how I feel I should be living my life in order to be able to cope with these impositions!
Do I really have to say it? I hate OLA.
