So I was sitting in Seattle, dreaming of Cashmere, when I said to myself....self, I think it's beyond time to click together my ruby slippers and go to where my heart it. And I dun did it. Don't get me wrong I love Seattle! But I was in need of convenience more than anything. I came home to study for the bar because: (I love lists)
1. home cooked meals
2. Cooper
3. Mom & Dad (yes...that was ordered intentionally)
4. elliptical, treadmill, bike, weights and yoga DVDs in house
5. Pete, Steph, Brett, Aaron (& sometimes Jared) (& less often Marcus)
6. Waking up and not to worry about packing a lunch and finding a parking space
7. Libraries are cold and full of law students. ew.
8. Cashmere. Cashmere. Cashmere.
I dont know what it is about this place that just makes me feel like the world is rotating at a slower paceand that everything really will be alright. If I were a going to make up a fake religion (cough cough) Cashmere would be Mecca. Spokane would be purgatory.
I had a friend tell me that studying for the bar wasn't as bad as everyone said it was going to be....it was worse. And she was right. My biggest pet peeve right now is people comparing it other exams or what they've experienced. "Well I worked a 10 hour shift yesterday." (Yeah...waiting tables. brain surgery (yes I'm an asshole.)) "Oh yeah entrance exams for nursing school were a bitch!" or "It's not like you spend every second studying....you can come get wasted with us." I'm sure your nursing exams did suck ass. But it's not the same. I don't need sympathy I need empathy. And you're right I dont study every waking second but I sure as hell think about this upcoming event in my ever ass-sucking life every freakin second. So while you're just having to go to work for 8 hours, I'm bogged down with 30 topics running through my already overcrowded mind. And no, studying for 10 hours is NOT the same as working retail for 10 hours. I'm not saying that I'm better for this...believe me. I'm only pointing out that it is most definitely not.the.same.
ok so enough with the soapbox
My wonderful and always-missed cousin Keith will be here tomorrow with his lovely Polish-German girlfriend Eva! Keith and Eva live in Germany near the Ramstein airforce base. Cause Keith like, saves lives and shit. I mean I think he loads cargo planes and what-not but he's a goddamn hero! So I have that to look forward to. Should be good times for them. I'll try not to participate more than I should. Cause you know I gots to make it rain. I know I'm a bundle of sunshine right now...you don't have to tell me. My volatile mood is sexy...I know that also. Just me being me...spewing rainbows and gumdrops.
My new super-power is that I have the ability to make myself physically ill. He's the count so far:
4 cold sores
1 phlem-producing cough and scratchy throat.
I'm glad you went home. I wish I could escape and I'm in a town where I know like 5 people and I'm not surrounded by law students!
ReplyDeleteI almost FREAKED OUT the other day b/c the guy I've gone on some dates here is a gold miner. They work 12 hour shifts for 7 days, and rotate every other week off, then night shift, then day shift.
I showed him the exam schedule and he said "8 hours a day?! That's nothing." It took every ounce of my self control to not want to attack him... haha. We're almost there pretty lady! Stay strong!!! And I think we're allowed to be assholes right now. At least, that's what I'm telling myself.
haha that is exactly what I'm talking about! I've done manual labor and it's tough shit...no joke. but it is not even close to the same planet as the mental stability needed to sit in a chair for 10 hours and study the law!
ReplyDeletePS I wanna hear all about him later...after our lives resume :)
Good luck lovie!