so i might as well officially let the cat out of the bag. yanno those 12 credit hours left of my bachelors? yeah, those fuckers are about to get OWNED. i'm currently tap-dancing through some rather tricky bureaucratic red tape, but i have a very helpful new friend in the bursar's office who is helping me through. if all goes as planned, as of may 2011, i will finally be a college graduate. i'm working on registering to take my LSAT and getting the proper books to study the HELL outta that bitch and acing the shit out of it. lets hope my spine doesn't just defiantly snap in half completely this time like "yeah? FUCK YOU! I SAID NO!"

one of the things i'm thinking about pursuing is patient advocacy. its something that is very important to me, and i've seen too many people close to me get steam rolled by the system (especially my father. oi, fuck the VA). there's been a lot lately that made me totally lose faith in the mental health field, and i'd rather protect people against it, and protect the people in it that are actually doing some good than waste years of my life integrating myself into it. that's just one scenario playing out in my head, and trust me, i've got about a dozen.

oh, look, shiny! actually, i think i heard my phone. now to just find it...

yeah doc, i don't have adhd... and asperger's most certainly doesn't exist...
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