Lilith Fair adds Ke$ha to the bill, hilarity ensues. Seriously, though. I would kill to see Sarah McLachlan and Emmylou Harris jam with Ke$ha on “TiK ToK” or sing about barfing in people’s closets or wanting to fuck your history teacher or whatever.
I’m starting to feel a little abused, just like a coffee machine at an office.
Shakira, poet laureate
It’s been less than two weeks, and this is what my second semester of law school already looks like:
- A 20-minute group presentation (done today)
- An essay (due tomorrow)
- Another essay (10 pages, due Monday)
- Job applications for the summer (miscellaneous, involving a lot of legwork, including calling up my former employers and convincing them to write me a letter of reference)
- Another fucking essay (10 pages, due in two weeks)
- Footnote assignment (for law journal, due in a few days)
- Training and working at the legal aid clinic
- GOD KNOWS WHAT ELSE I HAVE LOST TRACK
This would be on top of the weekly readings for each course, so throw that in there too.
Oh. My. Gu—
I blame beef hormones.
