The Cure for the Petrified

One more restless night to go before I awake as a new, totally resposible, totally OLD law student. Yes. Tomorrow I cross-over to the "other" side of legality: the side that is supposed to be in "the know" (but who, without legal resources to quickly reference, is mostly not). My apprehensions about the upcoming "first day" were slightly subsided after meeting several very encouraging, very hilarious 2L and 3L students. I am hoping that after the intensity of the first semester, I might also be able to enjoy the quarkiness of professors and laugh about "how hard it was at first." Until then, I stay completely petrified.

THE CURE FOR PETRIFICATION: the newest episode of Project Runway followed by my favorite lezzies on Workout (I love BRAVO), a glass of Franzia's (gotta love the box wine) White Zinfindel, and some L'Occitane lavender hand lotion. A slight obsession for lavender, I also have some lavender oil scent sticks which are supposed to give me a great calming sensation every time I enter my room. I'm not sure if I agree, but I do enjoy the smell. My roommate, Sarah, believes that this lavender might also cover the nauseating smell of formaldhylde which she REEKS of every day from working on the carcus of a cadavar affectionately known as "Rose." If someone tells you that a scent might hide the smell of formaldyhide, it's not necessarily a compliment, but for now, I don't care because I need all the promises of 'calm' that I can get.

THE ONLY CURE THAT'S MISSING: the best kept secret in Dallas - the amazing massage of the small, yet powerfully magic fingers of a certain Morgan Denson. I would pay ungodly amounts of money to have her talents in San Antonio. She cures all that is stressful.

Wish me luck!