It was difficult to get up this morning considering the all transcendent high level of exhaustion that has been characteristic of my return. Luckily it is slowly being purged by means of midday naps and petitions for my willpower to get out of bed. Nevertheless the routine has not emerged in full swing. There have been delays and necessary temporary modifications.

Class today started at 11:30. I took the opportunity to sleep in a bit and work on Legal Ethics homework. Doesn’t that sound like a contradiction? Legal Ethics. I then did my yoga thang in the placid heat of my room, once again aligned with Kali and her wild deadly arms. The wonder, the excitement, the sweat, the peace. Yes…. the peace. It was serene and my entire body was free to breathe except for the taboos sheathed by my underwear.

My first class was Constitutional Law. Professor M was a blast. An old yet lively man from Missouri, he propelled the class with witty statements ranging from:

“I love Butter. Oh, yeah … I luuuuv Butter! Mmmmm, Butter, yeah!”

to

“The news makes me want to toss my big screen out the balcony.”

and, while referring to the dietary value of skim milk

“No one says to themselves: I want to be a little nutrient deficient in my diet”

His anecdotes included a tale about how at night he drools all over his pillow. “I admit it,” he said, “I’m a drooler,” leaving us to wonder whether we were in fact in law school or comedy hour at the improve. “One of my goals for this semester,” he’d rant “is to give up casual profanity. Hell, I’ll just do it next semester.”

Needless to say the class was amusing, but it was also educational and challenging. It is, in fact, one of the classes I have been looking forward to taking since even before my enrollment in law school as I am wholeheartedly convinced that the solution to this country’s dipshit prohibition problem and the resulting drug war lies somewhere in the Constituion itself. Could it be that the drafters of the document inked it out on Hemp paper? Who knows?

Actually, there was a case explicating the substantive interest test of the 14^th Amendment’s Due Process Clause that almost justified weed being legal until, of course, the following case. By simply adding the words “legitimate concerns” to the test Congress has been empowered the machinery to promote its blind ideologies through arbitrary and practically unregulated lawmaking.

Nothing much else happened in that class except that I sat next to some old friends: Lizz and Ana. Lizz is a mormon who got married last Thursday upon her return from a trip to China. She has also been to my mecca, India. When I expressed my interest in visiting both countries she said, “You should probably visit India first, being that you’re a hippy and all.”

“I’m not a hippy”

“Sure you’re not.”

“Don’t classify,” was the best I could come up with, but that was probably a mistake being that “don’t classify” is probably one of the most hippyish things you could say next to “man” or “trees are people too.”

Devil’s advocate notwithstanding, she was probably right. I do share many characteristics with the stereotypical hippy, namely my affinity for manipulating and exploring the boundless macrocosm of consciousness and my undying respect for the natural world. But I identify myself more with the Beats than the hippies. It’s just a stylistic preference. I dig the Beat lifestyle and their free spirited bohemian methods of self expression. And who can deny that the beats in essence gave birth to the hippies, to the Heads, to the Flower Children who peacefully fought for our right to BE by simply being. That is arguable but it sounds tantalizing.

I also sat next to Ana, her highness, the queen of Malibu and my Spanish telenovela loving Russian whose fleet of oak carved ships are probably playing reruns of “Que Pasa USA” in the mess hall.

“Legal Ethics” was next and then the nap to end all naps, followed by Entrepreneurship. Entrepreneurship: what a class, man. Not only is Professor C educated and engaging, but he is a gangster as well. Probably the same gangster who wacked Joe Pesci in Casino. I felt an instant connection and he has a way of reaching out and reaching to his students in a way unsurpassed by any law professor I’ve encountered thus far. The class got me actively thinking about several business ideas that have been lingering in unmanifest world of this material reality. For the class we are literally going to finance and start a brand new business, proceeds of which will go towards funding inner city kids’ educational endeavors. Though business aint my thang, I do have several fun ideas to take over the world and the class serves as the perfect tool to actualize my thoughts. As such I am going to treat it with curiosity and respect.

SO far my courseload has been infinitely more interesting than the first year. I also feel more confortable around my peers and roommates, which is great considering that my anxiety and stress last year , combined with the feeling of wanting to accomplish more than I could chew, that feeling of being overwhelmed, was responsible for my inefficient performance. We’ll see how I do this year.

Playing With Myself in Vegas

I have a great feeling about these pens. Got them last night, along with a bottle of electric blue Gatorade for Roy. The pens supposedly have twice as much ink as regular gels. Who knows how I ended up with ten for the price of one? Maybe they are lemmons, pseudo gels, a dilapidated mimic, the version abandoned and unauthorized by the PENTECH corporation. Maybe. But regardless of what they are and what they claim to be, one thing is for certain: these pens write up a storm. Sure, I can see some potential problems that may affect penmanship and writing mechanics, but those problems have yet to manifest in this short paragraph. That small smudging you see is expected. It comes with the territory, with the swift speed in which I write. At least there are no gaps in the script. Gaps in the script piss me off. They are like roadblocks, detours in the stream of consciousness that so defines the style to which these pens are applied. But enough about these pens. Their gentle gel ink speaks for themselves.