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| the bulldog in question |
2. My hair is noticeably thinner. I'm praying this is because of the four years of stressure that was Law School, and not because of some mysterious Delilah cackling and cutting off odd strands in my sleep. Not only would this make me Samson––if so, where are my abs?? –– but the men in my dreams are ridiculously feature-less. I don't want to mate with no Slenderman.
3. Speaking of dreams. I am extremely susceptible to daily influences. Still stuck in the annals of Criminal law...dreamt of finding a corpse a few days ago. It involved GPS, blockmates, and the steamy underside of Antipolo highways. With my luck, once I'm in torts, I'll be crashing into watermelon-laden trains driven by minor children and employed at a trans-national company of French Bulldogs. On the other hand, there's a six to four chance I'll be watching a zombie movie at the time. So undead watermelons will be infinitely more entertaining.
4. My girly side needs an improvement. Thanks to the Lizzie Bennet Diaries, and to Pinterest, I've been beefing up on my braids, and succumbing to failure nearly each time (see realization #2). After much Googling, I've also done a decent job on my eyes. But there is more yet to be done.
5. I put the "pro" in procastination. Otherwise, I wouldn't be here, would I?
