Sometimes I wanna be a rock star. Literally.

The closer I get to graduating, the more I start paying attention to the ridiculous amounts of student loans I have to pay upon graduation and then I start freaking out a little about what if I don’t pass the bar and then I’ve gone through the last four years of hell only to be in debt up to my eyeballs and still not have a law degree when I’m done. Then, when those thoughts creep into my head, I start thinking how much fun it would be to just throw in the towel, sell everything, buy an electric guitar and an ht-5r at guitar center and hit the road as a wanna be rock star! I’m sure I could totally pull that off and keep feeding my kids and the dogs too. Totally.