When someone asks what I'm doing this weekend.

My last semester of law school I had a 4.0. Just ignore the fact that I only took one class that wasn't pass/fail.

When Buffy had an allergic reaction to her vaccination

The job I had lined up fell through and now I have to look for another one.

Turning in my last school paper EVER.

I still have 37 more words to put into my Symposium Paper to reach the word minimum. I literally have nothing else to say. Whatever happened to word economy?

I graduated yesterday, and I didn't finish either of my papers beforehand. Now I have to finish them with a total lack of motivation.

You can call me Doctor... Juris Doctor

Forget Hollywood and their feature films, I've been glued to James Spann for four hours now.

It's 2:30 in the afternoon on a Sunday. Who the fuck calls in a noise complaint on someone playing acoustic guitar for ten minutes at 2:30 on a Sunday afternoon? My downstairs neighbor, that's who.