Still Lagging...

okay - I have still not done a lot of those things on the list I posted last time.  Well, I did about half.  I partied with Reno (yay!), drank raspberry martinis at the Cheesecake factory, mingled with lawyers, bought resume paper, and gave my resume to lawyers who will hopefully give me a job.  

I don't have time right now to talk about the experience I had with a "surprise interview" yesterday, but rest assured, it was just that.  I would have loved a surprise party, or a surprise visit or something - but never a surprise interview.  Those are not nearly as fun.

Though I am thinking seriously about skydiving.  Seriously.. 

I Almost Forgot...

I've been so STOKED to be done since the end of July, that I almost forgot about all of the things I was so excited to do at the thought of having time to do them.  I have been kind of keeping busy though...

Things I have done:

1. Went to a couple weddings this past weekend (notably, with my parents)

2. Taken up exercising like a crazy idiot

3. Cut more of my hair off

4. Enjoyed some time on the lake, almost in the rain

5. Did a lot of laundry

6. Spent almost the whole time sleeping on fabulous black satin-like sheets

7. Learned about a new hole in the wall bar in Muskegon

8. Sang karaoke

9. Watched Cloverfield and loved it

10.  Made a hundred cookies

Things I am going to do (seriously):

1. Hang out with Reno!! who is going to be here this week, (I think tomorrow) :)

2. Mingle with some lawyers this weekend

3. Drink raspberry martinis at the Cheesecake Factory in Chicago next week

4. Go skydiving

5. Get on top of this book idea

6. Go buy resume paper

7. Cook a lot of Italian

8. Go to Cedar Point

9. Give my resume to lots of people

10. Hopefully find a job. 

... at least I haven't been bored

Umm...

So it's finally the weekend before the bar.  I have 2 more days, and studying for the bar has become my new favorite thing.  Just kidding, I hate my life right now.  Even though I finished reading, I can't not do anything because I feel like I'm wasting time. Plus, I'm not even close to knowing everything.  Even if I spent the next 5 months reading - I still wouldn't be able to predict the stupid tricks that the bar examiners like to pull... none of which seem to be in anyone's review material. It's pretty much the most convenient thing ever.  

On a lighter note, my mom brought me snacks, and a block of dark chocolate fudge last night.  So my Saturday night will consist of reading MBE questions while eating fudge. Fabulous. I don't think I could ask for more. I'm gonna be like hell on wheels when this is over with.   

I Live for the Day...

Really, I am counting down the days until my life isn't made up of conversations like: 

"Did you know that a landowner has a strict liability right to lateral support in its natural state, though even if there's a building on it, you could recover on a negligence theory?"   

or, my favorite yet:

"Machines are not ever capable of producing hearsay.."

These are the mornings where I have a nearly irresistible urge to pour a large shot of vodka in my coffee... though I somehow manage to resist - mainly at the thought of failing.  After that thought goes away though, I start to wonder that if I really do start showing signs of insanity (not that I already haven't) if I could recover in some way against the bar examiners...

On another note, its almost too hot in my apartment to keep drinking coffee ... is it too much to ask for 75 degrees?  It's not even noon here and its already 81.  Needless to say, I don't have high expectations for this afternoon. Last night I officially established that it would make me very happy to have "mellow summer during the day with sunshine - with a thunderstorm once a week during a time where I can reasonably stay inside and do nothing, and winter every single night without snow..."  

...and then I realized I was wasting time...   

I fought the law ... and lost

Seriously..  this is why I have absolutely no desire to go into any field dealing with copyrights. So I have successfully finished reading every. single. godforsaken. page. of my bar review program.... yes, and I even highlighted all of them and took notes.  In an effort to keep myself thinking that I'm making progress, I purchased some supplemental materials online.  I'm not a big fan of "buying" outlines - but figured that since I'd already read and made my own, it could only help.  

So I complete my purchase online - at which point I get an email with a link to the documents (in hindsight, this would have been much easier had he just mailed them to me) but I figured whatever, I'll print it off. Time goes by like sand through an hourglass (haha) for weeks and then finally this morning, I decide to put these files on a flash drive and make a trip (yes!! I was outside!!) to office max.  I chose office max because that was the closest place to me, and for some reason fed ex doesn't have a print center anywhere around here.  

I get to the store, and after waiting for about 10 solid minutes for some lady to get done talking about her wedding pictures, and why the color doesn't look right, and why the border on the original is a little wider than the reprint, it is finally my turn.  Also in hindsight, this would have been a lot easier had the potential for liability not escalated out of control to the point where I have to actually use the assistance of an employee to access a printer.  Anyway, I hand her my flash drive and tell her I need 1 copy of everything printed.  After she printed the outlines I made, she got to the ones I bought, does one of those slow... scared... looks... and says "I'm sorry I can't print these, they're copyrighted."  At this point though, I know that everything is okay because I can pull the receipt up on my phone (with MY name on it) and show her that I purchased these notes, so she can print them, and I can be on my merry way since I haven't done any work yet today.  I show her the emailed receipt - she looks concerned, and goes to get her manager. She then comes back and says well, we have to have it in a hard copy form.  She thereafter refuses to let me access my email on their computer.  After arguing with her about using their printed to print off this receipt, so I can print of my notes, she finally agrees to let me email it to her, pay for the paper to print it off on, and hand it to her so I don't have to drive all the way home and come back.  Also in hindsight, this is ridiculous, and completely unreasonable.  She gets the paper that printed, reads it, and for some reason having this in hard copy makes it look way less legit to her?  After several trips back and forth to different people, she tells me that she still can't print it.  At this point I absolutely lost it, don't have time for this, and am demanding reasons from all the employees behind the counter.  She proceeds to get a liability release form, and shows it to me - which is NO different than the receipt that I have, except for the fact that it isn't on one of their release forms, and doesn't have a handwritten signature of the author on it.  Apparently my only option at this point is to mail or fax it to the "author" and have him or her sign it, send it back to me, then I can bring it back to them (at which point they would probably still refuse to help me for some other stupid reason). 

At this point I think I am yelling, because it turned into one of those situations where all the employees in the store are doing fake work around me so they can witness the epic exchange that is going on between me and this lady at the printing counter.  Needless to say, I still don't have those notes printed, and am furious.  And yes, I wrote the author complaining about the fact that he sent me copyrighted information without a release form that would give me the authority to print it off.  Also, I don't plan on showing my face in an office max anytime soon, though in my defense, my social skills have become a little under par lately due to my being isolated from the outside world for awhile, and therefore inability to interact with human beings on a regular basis.  

Other than that whole debacle, my day has been fabulous... though since it's not even halfway done, that's not saying a whole lot...   

A Hellish Update...

In an effort to maintain my festivity (and my sanity) - I will be going to Muskegon tomorrow to hopefully partake in some decent firework watching.  I really hope that they live up to my expectations, which to say the least, haven't been very high lately.  For example, I got SO excited as I sat down to a plate of scrambled eggs for dinner tonight - as opposed to the cereal I've gotten used to. So its pretty obvious what my standards are like right now... 

Goals for tomorrow: 

1.  Work on a decent tan

2.  Eat carbs

3.  Fall asleep in the sun

4.  Eat grilled chicken from my dad's fabulous grill 

5.  Think about contracts (maybe)

6.  Get a free tank of gas since I'm unfortunately running out of money

Anyway - the ant problem that I once had (that I don't feel like explaining right now) is finally gone ... I think... Only to be replaced by a ceiling that apparently leaks whenever it gets "really windy and really rainy at the same time." Fabulous.  

Things that are going to be my excuses if/when I fail the bar:

1.  My own inability to avoid distractions

2.  The ant farm that lived in my bathroom for 2 solid weeks 

3.  My landlord threatening to sue me (literally)

4.  Crazy people (you know who you are) 

5.  My lack of income and therefore inability to eat healthy

6.  My leaking ceiling that forces me to sleep on the couch sometimes 

7.  Not paying ANY attention in business enterprises 

8.  Absolutely loathing taking practice tests 

9.  Spending time I should be studying being excited about how many things I could sue my ex for

On a lighter note - I have an excuse to take tomorrow off seeing as how it is a federal holiday and all... so I'm going to pick up some bottle rockets... er... sparklers and hit the lakeshore. 

And then there was July...

Since it will be July in less than an hour - and today has officially been the least productive weekday of the summer - I figured I would take a moment and waste some more time.  Since I will (hopefully) be diligent enough over the next 29 days to not leave any time for this .. I'm going to take the next 20 minutes to psych myself up to "move into 10-12 hour study days for July." Seriously? ... that can't actually be productive in the 11th hour.  

Anyway - today started off just like any other Monday - a bowl of cereal and 10 cups of increasingly stronger coffee - though at about hour 2, I was struggling.  My mom was here yesterday, and insisted on buying me an hour glass from potterybarn which, though at the time I had no clue what I was going to do with it, came in quite handy around this time as I was looking for something to literally make hours pass.  I successfully read 2 sections of material - though if someone wanted me to summarize what I read today, I wouldn't be able to do it with a gun to my head. 

At that point I decided that I would listen to lectures online, (which would be more horrifying than reading if I actually had to put forth any effort), which is nice ... because then I can just lay on the floor and "learn." After an hour or so, of rewinding and wondering what language this woman was speaking in, I figured I might as well do something productive.  

I sent some text messages, made some phone calls, polished my furniture (yes, seriously - and no, I don't know why), made important decisions like "what the hell lampshade makes this not look like an 'old people room'," and ate snacks. After sitting in the sun for awhile,  hoping to get sunburned in an effort to not so obviously appear to the rest of the world as a hermit, I figured I could do some damage at meijer. What a fabulous idea. Now it is 11:30, my apartment couldn't be cleaner, I am the proud owner of 5 new boxes of cereal, I have yet another lampshade to contemplate, I organized my bathroom cabinets, and I refurbished an old mirror I had with a new can of black paint (which surprisingly didn't spill all over the floor). Oh, and that hourglass is still doing its job, and I feel like I'm almost delusional enough to think that hours are actually going by faster...  

In an effort to avoid cleaning my garage (yes, its seriously gotten to that point), I am going to try to go to sleep.  Maybe I will wake up and actually be able to learn things tomorrow. Otherwise I am going to have to resort to alternatives ... like sleeping with books under my pillow and hoping that some sort of osmosis takes place...

have more, need less

seriously, I need so much less of this.  I finish a thousand page book only to find out that I have about 5 more to finish - not to mention save time to actually LEARN all of this...  

someone get me a witness.

all I want to do is eat doughnuts, drink coffee, and post on my blog or write that defaming book about my life.  

T-34 days and counting... 

Don't Study with Beer and Cigarettes

What fabulous advice.  After yesterday's reading marathon of nearly 150 pages .. today the words were all running together on the page that I resorted to listening to the online lectures that were provided along with my bar review program.  

Aside from things like, "lets take 3 minutes to read handout #1," which I don't have because apparently they don't provide the material to go along with the lecture, and "I'll be brief in this explanation since you can read it in full on handout #2," which conveniently, I wasn't given either, this lecturer offered a final piece of advice: "don't study while drinking beer and smoking cigarettes."  Really?  I was almost sure that was gonna work for me.  Has this turned into a common sense exam?  Either way I'm still in trouble.

Anyway, that's my Friday night.  Along with consuming the last "can" of chicken I could find in my apartment.  Don't get me wrong, I love canned chicken, but I could seriously go for the real thing, along with a ginormous bread basket. 

This is getting really old already... 

Fabulous

I just recently remembered/found a way to log into my blog after a pretty significant amount of time... and alas, have no time to post on it. For the next 5 weeks I will be chained to a table, or at least confined to my apartment, with my face in a book reading about some horrifying subject likely to be tested on the Bar.  Please be jealous, I can't think of anything I would rather spend my summer doing.  

Rest assured, after July 31, and after a solid week of drinks, inappropriate encounters, and celebration, I will begin that long-awaited therapeutic task of writing a book.  For anyone who knows me on a personal level, you should know that this book will most likely be a compilation of the disastrous satanic encounters that have come to define my life.  There are probably more than you even know about. Many of you will probably cease being my friend once published; though hopefully that isn't the case, since I would rather purchase a few bottles of vodka and celebrate the appalling events that have made up my 20's thus far.  

Either way, after July, I'm looking forward to fabulousness.  Either in the form of relaxation, employment, publication, a few stiff drinks - or if I had my way for once - a nice combination of all those things.  Stay tuned...