I am toothy Sebastian from The Little Mermaid, if you can’t tell. I’m in a sing-songy mood, with the hair swaying and the drunken smile…

Actually I am me, trying to preserve my brain cells in anticipation of the Big Day where I will have to work at 150% my capacity in order to be on the friendly happy side of the bell curve.

So, until that fateful day where I must trade in my jeans for my spanking-new pencil skirt (our first offiicial schmooze-fest starts before school), I will be relying on Disney and other frou frou DVD movies and books to baby my mind.

And yes, I probably should be reading Dworkin. Should. But this is my last gasp of freedom from the world of law, where I can still be a blessedly ignorant teenager/young woman on the cusp of womanhood/knowledge.

LIke a Virgin, HEY! Touched for the very first time….

Hey, if Madonna’s music isn’t fun and frothy, I don’t know what is.

*puts on infamous Gaultier bustier*