Lauren Ashley: You probably think I'm dead

But I'm not-- if, in the next month you need to get a hold of me, you can probably find me in the law library, between the book shelves near the back of the first floor, where I will be lying in corpse pose, deep breathing. It's fine; it's fine; it's fine.

Yes, things are getting real.

Full disclosure, I probably work half as hard as some people, no exaggeration. And like, it's cool-- school isn't #1 on my priority list, and I accept that about myself. I don't want a job that will require me to make work the #1 on my priority list in order for me to keep up, so the best thing I can do is set boundaries now and let things fall where they will.

Even so, the Hunger-Gamesiness of it all goes to your head, despite all your best Peeta intentions. Don't even ask "what kind of law do you want to go into"-- your guess is as good as mine. Hopefully something that will make me not poor. I don't really care about being rich (although I'm pretty sure I'd be great at it), but I care very much about not being poor.

And even though I don't kill myself studying, I've definitely sacrificed some things to the first-semester cause: Running. Writing. Saturdays. And so on. I'd like to figure out a way to balance my life so I get those back in January (except for Saturdays. HA.) I'm not saying I don't like law school; I love it. It's so much fun, and so intellectually stimulating, and I get to learn with the best people. I'm so happy to be where I am.

All I'm saying is that I am grossly under-prepared for finals, below par on Memo 3, and DFJI$#Q)NDJS)($#XQ34KLWBR!#!#$%FEDBVH!!!!!!!!

That about sums up all my feelings right now.

Despite the fact that my life is too boring to merit documentation, I feel like no one likes blogs without pictures anymore-- so for your viewing pleasure, I present

Snapshots from my phone:

I'm deeply indebted to the previous owner of my Torts book.

Some self-pitying selfies taken late one night.

The single best piece of information I've learned in Legal Research.

One day I got an surprise package in the mail- a 1999 cookbook from my grandmother.

No note, just a cookbook. But when it comes to "Buenos Burritos," what kind of an explanation do you need?

Oh look, I do have a fun picture! General Conference: Hudzy & Simpsy 4-TIME CHAMPS!!!

(Did I ever mention how we "live-tweeted" our first General Conference in our notebooks at the MTC?

Probably not because that was wicked. @Motab: Spring colors are IN. #statementnecklace)

The day I switched carrels (study desks), everyone else happened to be in class so I couldn't resist.

I've since spent a lot of time thinking about that post-it.

Halloween: Thankfully, that afternoon I had an errand to run on main campus. I tried uncomfortably hard to get a good shot of this perfect child-- but failed, so now I can upload this with a clear conscience!

My dad and Addy at our home trunk-or-treat. He always tries for scary (or at least, shock factor) but she said she would give him a kiss on the cheek because she loves zombies.

Speaking of creepy, look at this part of a Title of Liberty statue in the law school.
I'm no mom, but I know a thing or two about how not to hold a baby.