Just trying to “blend”

So! Friday morning I have to interview a “client” in front of a camera. The assignment is for my Clinic seminar. The client is an actor or actress and the entire exercise is to help us, as student attorneys, to learn what we are doing right and wrong while interviewing clients and witnesses. We’ll receive a DVD after the fact (as will our professors), and we’ll all sit down to discuss what we see. The good news is that the class never sees other students’ DVDs, but the bad news is the professors get to watch them. Oy. 

And I’m not like, frightened by the camera (although some people may argue I should be), but I hate hearing myself speak. I sound like Joe Pesci in My Cousin Vinny because of this hard-to-shake Long Island accent and, well, that’s mortifying. 

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How I’m feeling in regard to the reading I’ve got to do for class tomorrow:

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But wouldn’t it have been perfect if he responded at the end “Your panties”? Just me? Fine. 

(Source: tinderboyz, via natelr)

I am familiar with the term “procrastibation” but, frankly, that’s just too productive for me.

I have a Tuesday deadline for this application and… here we are. 

garfieldminusgarfield:

G-G the book - G-G on Facebook - G-G on Twitter

Same.

Why I’m Gay

In the 5th grade during the class puberty presentation, the health teacher accidentally showed the entire class of boys the beginning of the girls’ health presentation and all I saw was vagina. 

All the other boys were doing this: 

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I was doing this: 

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So my mom sent me a care package…

So my mom sent me a care package…

istanfortoadie:

Chris & Nate - The First Kiss

Gaysssssssssssssss.

(via missramsaystreet)

Me in the library:

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Sometimes I scroll past a joke of something very punny, and literally a minute later I think about it to myself and I can’t recall if I saw it on my dash or I thought of it myself. Do you think that’s unhealthy?

I also can never remember if I put on deodorant in the morning and I legit put it on like 3 times before I leave the house. 

How many guys do you think they needed for just one bottle?

How many guys do you think they needed for just one bottle?

So, like, there’s this girl in the Clinic office who is eating sugar snap peas and like, chewing with her mouth wide open, so the entire office (which is generally pretty silent) can hear literally everything happening inside her giant maw. She also keeps slobbering all over her water bottle as though she was taught how from a family of caged gerbils. I. Am. Dying.

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So pumped to eventually be sorely disappointed! 

So pumped to eventually be sorely disappointed! 

two things - you constantly come up in tumblr suggestions and im almost offended that tumblr would think you're someone i would ever follow.

I can see why you would be offended but I mean, Tumblr simply realizes one thing about me: 

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Kid Attorney, Extraordinaire!

So check this out: my school accepted me into the clinical program and, like, basically trusts me enough to carry my own caseload and work with my own clients. And that’s super cool and all, but I can’t get over the fact that I’m, like, one of the most immature people that I know. Here I am helping a client fill out her T Visa forms and then, afterwards, I’m going home and watching Phineas & Ferb and eating Lucky Charms for dinner (well, recently it’s been corn flakes, but that’s just because I’m on a starvation diet). 

What if one day I become a judge and I’m putting people away and reprimanding them for violating their probation, and then in my chambers I’m playing Mario Kart 16 and eating Lunchables? Does not compute.