Wake up! There's misfortune to be had.

So I’ve had this blog for a few days now.  At least once each day, I’ve gotten to this point and stopped, unable to tackle the white space demon and get an entry started.  All that’s behind me now because I’m able to write about my own previous inability to write.  Funny how things work out.

I’m not really sure what tales will eventually grace these pages, but judging from the experiences of my first 24 years of life, they’re likely to be painful (for me), will probably result in a broken limb or two before I’m done, and hopefully provide a chortle from time to time.

To give you a tiny and carefully reconstructed version of my life thus far…  I am a third year law student at the University of Utah (BCS Busters!), poised on the treacherous edge of adulthood.  I was born and raised in a small college town in northern Utah.  Since graduating from said college, I packed up my bags, committed myself to three years of havoc and mayhem and escaped to the sprawling metropolis of Salt Lake City.  We are currently on Fall Break—a time when the smart and dedicated law students use their freedom from classes to get caught up in their outlining and reading and when I hang black sheets in my window so the noontime sun doesn’t wake me.  So needless to say, I’m not exactly editor in chief of law review.  In high school and college, I always wondered who the people were at the bottom of the class.  In law school, I’m discovering that it’s me.  And I’m surprisingly okay with that.  While class standing and the invariable tie to future employment potential should be enough to cause consternation in someone that is shelling out more money for his education than his parents paid for their first house… I’d still rather hang some sheets and catch a few extra hours of sleep.  

Speaking of sleep, it’s rapidly approaching 2:00 am so I’ll sign off for tonight, but expect to hear from me again in the near future.