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One month from today is the final deadline for sending everything in for law school. One month! Right now I'm just waiting on LSAC to bundle all my documents up and ship them out. Hopefully that'll happen soon. It's weird to think that by mid-August, I will (hopefully) be a student again, writing papers, attending lectures, waking up at 2 am to panic about a presentation that's due the following morning. After I got my last graduate degree, I promised myself that I was done with school. Done, done, done, unless it was going back for a PhD in English lit, which is always gonna be on the table. Yet here I am, about to return, and not at all for that. This is a good thing, though. If I can just make it through the next four years, this will be a very good thing.

Other good things? Well, let's see. I got a small raise at work, which was nice. The weather has been stupidly perfect the past few days -- also nice. I'm back on schedule at the gym, doing more weight work to build some muscles. I got a decent chunk of change back from the IRS. I found an awesome present for Hugh for his birthday later this month. Nice, nice, nice.

I'm trying to focus on the good, as some other things in life have been kind of crap recently. I have faith that these things will swing around, and disappear entirely, and thus make life way less stressful. I think they will. I wasn't so sure yesterday, but I am today. Sometimes that's all it takes, just letting something sit for twenty-four hours so it can shift from a huge, glaring, ugly, unfixable !!PROBLEM!! to a manageable little bump in the road. I'm trying not to be dramatic about life these days. I never used to be, and then for a while it was like everyone around me was anxious about everything, and that rubbed off onto me. I hate that feeling. I don't like making every little hiccup in life into a giant hair-pulling Greek tragedy. I know people who do that and they are really unhappy and really unpleasant to be around.

Speaking of unpleasant things (and boy-oh-boy, rambling a lot here), I just finished reading trade twelve of The Walking Dead last night. I think I blazed through the first eleven trades in about four days, maybe less. I was hooked on the tv show last year, so I'm surprised it took me this long to get around to the comic. It's super good -- super good and incredibly depressing, but I couldn't put it down. I have no idea how they're going to film a lot of it. Some very bad stuff goes on in that world. I'm looking forward to season two, though. And heartily recommending it to anyone who thinks they can handle the read.