Holy jeebus batman! I'm one day down...and feeling lighter already! The definitely threw us some curveballs (I mean really?! Secured transactions and sales combo?? Who'd of guessed that would occur). But you've gotta just roll with the punches.
The first nine essays are in the bag. Only nine more substantive and then six mini professional responsibility essays (ethics). Which I need to study NOW because I'm feeling uneasy about that whole section and at this point, wouldn't be surprised if I failed it. So off I go...
hi ho
hi ho
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Sunday, July 25, 2010
The Final Countdown
(yes I mean the band song that you all heard in high school. and the original it was based off. please hum or whistle along)
Bar exam in T-minus 40 hours. I'm one part terrified, and two parts ready to get this shiizzzow on the rizzode.
Beaches of Maui in ONE WEEK. I'm 110% excited for: beach, grandpa's condo, scuba diving, sea turtles, hammerhead shark dive, BBQin' on the beach, and fresh seafood. yes yes yes yes yes
http://hphresort.com/index.html
Saturday, July 24, 2010
couldn't do it without ya
Here is the a list of the things that I could not survive bar-prep without: (and we all know my love for lists)
1. Home - Because it's calm and beautiful. Because there were deer hanging out in my back yard. Because it's the place I come to when I need support.
2. Parents - Seriously...they don't even make me empty the dishwasher right now because I have "enough on my plate." How did I get so lucky to have these two?
3. Cooper - my sweet golden bucket-o-love
4. morning pots of coffee(I should just get this stuff injected in at this point) - on a timer so they're ready at 6:30am with me
5. Honey Bunches of Oats
6. Late night phone calls from Erin Ditto updating me on our "traits I want in a hypothetical future husband" list we're making on facebook or just to make sure I'm watching So You Think You Can Dance
7. Grandpa & Paula while I was in Seattle
8. In-home "the Firm" workout VHS's from the 80's. fabulous
9. Stephenie reminding me that I signed up for this shitstorm and shouldn't really bitch about it
10. Ian while I was in Seattle - for the runs and the happy hours
11. The fact that I'll be in Maui a week from tomorrow. (another reason to thank Grandpa and parents)
Usually I don't like odd numbered lists, but I feel like this is appropriate for some reason. 11 things I couldn't live without right now.
1. Home - Because it's calm and beautiful. Because there were deer hanging out in my back yard. Because it's the place I come to when I need support.
2. Parents - Seriously...they don't even make me empty the dishwasher right now because I have "enough on my plate." How did I get so lucky to have these two?
3. Cooper - my sweet golden bucket-o-love
4. morning pots of coffee(I should just get this stuff injected in at this point) - on a timer so they're ready at 6:30am with me
5. Honey Bunches of Oats
6. Late night phone calls from Erin Ditto updating me on our "traits I want in a hypothetical future husband" list we're making on facebook or just to make sure I'm watching So You Think You Can Dance
7. Grandpa & Paula while I was in Seattle
8. In-home "the Firm" workout VHS's from the 80's. fabulous
9. Stephenie reminding me that I signed up for this shitstorm and shouldn't really bitch about it
10. Ian while I was in Seattle - for the runs and the happy hours
11. The fact that I'll be in Maui a week from tomorrow. (another reason to thank Grandpa and parents)
Usually I don't like odd numbered lists, but I feel like this is appropriate for some reason. 11 things I couldn't live without right now.
Friday, July 23, 2010
best text ever
So in an effort to reach out to those who love me (or purport to love me), I texted Kelly Donahue today. He cheered with me at GU and is just a general love of my life...despite the fact that he calls me a dirty dike and my nickname for him is gayface. Cause sometimes I can kinda be a like a guy. and he's a male cheerleader. Nuff said. So here is the exchange of texts:
Me: "I miss you gayface."
Kelly D: "I'm still sorting through the myriad sexually-tense epochs of our relationship and realizing that our only common denominators are whiskey, cheerleading, and otherwise questionably androgynous personalities...so yeah, I pretty much miss you too."
My response was not so witty because I'm unable to think straight at the moment but nevertheless: "Maybe its my good looks and charming personality. Maybe its your massive hugs. But its love."
Shout-out to my Kelly D. The former cheerleader turned male-nurse. totally straight yet so maybe not so straight. Walker of the sexual line. Thrower of the girls. Catheter-implanting Kelly. Loves loves loves
UPDATE.....Kellbell's response:
Kelly D: "Hold the phone bitch! You get good looks AND charm...and I get HUGS?? with all due respect your honor, go fuck yourself."
Me: "Well I would give you the others if you deserved them! Fine Kel...I'll concede the personality and the good-enough-looks to hold sexual tension without action. Which I mean, the GU basketball team got so I'm not sure what that means these days."
Lovely.
Me: "I miss you gayface."
Kelly D: "I'm still sorting through the myriad sexually-tense epochs of our relationship and realizing that our only common denominators are whiskey, cheerleading, and otherwise questionably androgynous personalities...so yeah, I pretty much miss you too."
My response was not so witty because I'm unable to think straight at the moment but nevertheless: "Maybe its my good looks and charming personality. Maybe its your massive hugs. But its love."
Shout-out to my Kelly D. The former cheerleader turned male-nurse. totally straight yet so maybe not so straight. Walker of the sexual line. Thrower of the girls. Catheter-implanting Kelly. Loves loves loves
UPDATE.....Kellbell's response:
Kelly D: "Hold the phone bitch! You get good looks AND charm...and I get HUGS?? with all due respect your honor, go fuck yourself."
Me: "Well I would give you the others if you deserved them! Fine Kel...I'll concede the personality and the good-enough-looks to hold sexual tension without action. Which I mean, the GU basketball team got so I'm not sure what that means these days."
Lovely.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Who do you think you are
So I watch the bachelorette occasionally (every Monday). Originally, I hated the series. Nat and Jenn (and later Shaun) got me into the season with Jason from Seattle. I was totally smitten by this guy! Other than the way he went in for a kiss...which totally gave me the willies. And then he shit on all that is holy and dumped Melissa, the beautiful and lovely Melissa, for this stupid Molly chick. Cause he like, loved her more or something idiotic like that. this just backed-up my whole theory about guys and thinking with their *woohoos* rather than their heads and being selfish buttheads. So I stopped watching. I had a bad first impression. Plus Chris Harrison like totally irks me but whatevs.
THEN I was hanging out with my friend, a guy no less, who watched it and he wrangled me into watching it because he couldn't watch it alone...I'm presuming. It's against all that is manly man. And I'm hooked once again. Ali is so super cute! and looks like a real girl! Ah....refreshing. Roberto may be the real reason I keep up with the show :) If he's not picked and is the next bachelor...consider my tape sent! Any hoots. to my point. I watched Monday's episode last night on my computer (at 9:30 because I didn't finish studying until then). And now, thanks to Frank, I'm back to believe that love is mostly for the birds. (Leave it to the birds and the bees, I want money! 80's song...) So here's to Frank and Nicole:
Dear Frank,
You shit on love when you left the bachelorette. Ali LOVED you! We all totally saw it. What is worse is that you made us sit through your break up on national television!! I mean, that convo is bad enough when I'm in it for reals, live and up close. I don't need to also volunteer to see it. It was like a train wreck though and I couldn't stop. But, I must say that at least you didn't pull a Jason and wait till it was all over. Cause then I swear I would have abandoned the whole series! maybe. And at least you cried. Because men who hold it back are jackasses (I'm looking at you Tucci).
So thanks but no thanks.
And one more thing, Nicole is not that cute. Like, not cute at all. Just saying....
THEN I was hanging out with my friend, a guy no less, who watched it and he wrangled me into watching it because he couldn't watch it alone...I'm presuming. It's against all that is manly man. And I'm hooked once again. Ali is so super cute! and looks like a real girl! Ah....refreshing. Roberto may be the real reason I keep up with the show :) If he's not picked and is the next bachelor...consider my tape sent! Any hoots. to my point. I watched Monday's episode last night on my computer (at 9:30 because I didn't finish studying until then). And now, thanks to Frank, I'm back to believe that love is mostly for the birds. (Leave it to the birds and the bees, I want money! 80's song...) So here's to Frank and Nicole:
Dear Frank,
You shit on love when you left the bachelorette. Ali LOVED you! We all totally saw it. What is worse is that you made us sit through your break up on national television!! I mean, that convo is bad enough when I'm in it for reals, live and up close. I don't need to also volunteer to see it. It was like a train wreck though and I couldn't stop. But, I must say that at least you didn't pull a Jason and wait till it was all over. Cause then I swear I would have abandoned the whole series! maybe. And at least you cried. Because men who hold it back are jackasses (I'm looking at you Tucci).
So thanks but no thanks.
And one more thing, Nicole is not that cute. Like, not cute at all. Just saying....
Monday, July 19, 2010
Study buddy
The man himself...Cooper. AKA coop-de-loop, cooper pooper, or just Poopers.
The boys and I on the KellBell
Sunday, July 18, 2010
there aint no place like home
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.
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.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
unfunny
The bar exam. Wow....who would have thunk the day would actually come where I'd be studying for that?! Life events such as this are surreal and beyond my capacity to fathom how they arrive so quickly! First it was high school graduation. Then college (dorm rooms, 3 hours of sleep, vending machines, boys!). Then college graduation. Then law school. Then I turned 25!!!! (quarter of a century!).then law school graduation. and now I'm holed-up in the Seattle U law library beating myself over the face with a Barbri book thinking....how in god's name did I get myself into this shit storm?! I mean, where did my life go so terribly wrong?! Why am I not on some tropical island teaching Dutch tourists how to scuba dive and making little cucumber sandwiches for the dive boat?! Because, like, that would be WAY better than this BS. Another equally as plausible question is, why didn't I strive for my MRS. degree while at GU and marry some poor schmuck catholic engineer and have poor schmuck catholic babies? Stay-at-home mom I could totes do....as long as I established my alcohol dependency right after breast feeding time was over.
You know I'm desperate when I'd take children over my current situation. ew....babies. ew. ick. Ok changed my mind. I'd rather be a lawyer. So I better get back to making that sorta maybe possible....I'll reappear in my own life in T-minus three weeks....
You know I'm desperate when I'd take children over my current situation. ew....babies. ew. ick. Ok changed my mind. I'd rather be a lawyer. So I better get back to making that sorta maybe possible....I'll reappear in my own life in T-minus three weeks....
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