BRAIN DYING

It's easy to be negative when a vague sense of inevitable failure looms over your shoulder day in and day out. But alas, such is the lawskoo life. I wish I was able to come up with a cogent topic for this post, but the truth is that I no longer have a personality. Yes, I am a robot. And one with poor taste (or so I've been told). A sampler:

Things that make my days bearable:
- The Hills
- Gossip Girl
- horrible reruns of that tila tequila dating show on mtv
- silently judging the plastic-y sorority girls at the gym (I know it can be argued that I am being hypocritical in this sense)
- froyo

What can I say? When it comes down to crunchtime (haha), my brain seems to allocate former sections dedicated to "being human" to "schoolwerk" leaving a monstrous husk in its wake. And this was a boring entry because I no longer have entertaining things to say (but did I ever...?)

PS: I have no costume for Halloween and I was secretly looking forward to this fiendish holiday (Duh, I'm a mouse!)