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July 27, 2005
day 2
over. yay.
the highlight of the day was during a break listening to the girl next to me describe to the rest of us at the table (who say there in shock) about how she was estranged from her husband, was trying to collect alimony because she didn't want to work, and the state department currently held her passport because she was trying to change her name back to her maiden name, and thus couldn't leave the country for a post-bar trip.
i'm going to lake huron for my 4 day post bar trip, then back to the grind. can't wait.
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July 26, 2005
day one
too tired to type. i do wonder though how i can work primarily with secured lenders and have absolutely no clue how to answers an Article 9 question.
At any rate, I will be going out tomorrow night to dinner, and then I'm getting blasted. I know it's a work night but you're all invited. Things will probably commence around 6:30, give me a call if you want to know where (I have no idea where yet, because I'm too tired to think, but it will be in the neighborhood).
Run with the land, run with land, run with land, touch and concern.
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July 25, 2005
i take it all back
i just looked at released essay questions from past exams. i'm totally going to pass this exam. in fact, i may get the highest score (unless someone else has flashcards like I got from a friend. my god, they are thorough, and if anyone made anything like them, that person would totally get the highest score).
these questions are so goddamn easy that my cat could writing the answers (blindfolded and with his/her left paw using a dull flesh colored crayon) and pass. i mean, i understand that the questions may look a little different and harder under the stress of testing conditions...but not that much harder, considering they are so easy.
woo hoo. i'm going to go watch tv. my earlier plan had been to not study for the essay questions and just concentrate on the MBE and get points that way, but now that I see I'm going to get 8 zillion points on the essays I know longer need to study for the MBE anymore.
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July 24, 2005
it's now 101 degrees
just wanted to keep you posted.
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100 degrees
It's officially 100 degrees in Chicago. There is no reason for me to post this, I'm just procrastinating. Walking through the Target parking lot (also part of the grand procrastination plan) was like walking straight into a heat waterfall.
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July 22, 2005
oh, and in case you were wondering
commercial paper can SUCK IT.
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jumping to conclusions
While killing time before my psych appointment on Wednesday (yes, I do other things besides study for the bar, like visit THE BEST PSYCHIATRIST EVER) I stopped by the Apple store on Michigan Avenue and managed to leave before I spent more than $50 dollars! I bought a clip for my shuffle, so I can wear it on my shorts at the gym instead of leave it resting precariously on the treadmill itself. Nothing seemed amiss while I was at the gym, but the next day I noticed I had a red welt on my stomach, which I initially thought was from a spider bite until I realized it was the exact shape of the top of an ipod shuffle, at the exact position I'd been wearing it the day before.
Today, the welt has turned into a scabby, blistery pus-y (jesus, when will someone invent a way to write "pus" as an adjective that doesn't look like "pussy"? Websters? Oxford? American Heritage? Hello out there?). My first thought is that I have the flesh eating bacteria and will end up with a fist sized hole in my stomach and need a skin graft. I blame this on 1) TMR's friend whom I have never met but have seen pictures of her flesh eating bacteria wound and 2) my stepmother's sister (i.e. my stepaunt) who got a cut on her leg and also got the flesh eating bacteria, which was caught quickly and did not result in surgery and skin grafts, unlike no. 1.
Since I know TMR and even her initials sound like some sort of bacteria you could catch, I totally am going to end up with surgery and skin grafts, I just know it.
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July 20, 2005
c.'s response to my e-mail which went something like "fine i will pick you up from work but only if we can go to the gym directly from your office"
okay, then you need to bring me the following items:
1) adidas pants
2) white sports bra
3) knee brace
4) low socks, not yours--MINE
5) my green locker lock
6) 2 water bottles
7) diet red bull
8) my burgundy new balance shoes
9) ugly black teva flippies
10) plastic bag for the dirties
11) my gym headphones
12) men's grey tank top (top drawer)
you should print out this list and check everythinig off. please dont forget any of it.
also, you will take me to stanley's and we'll get your mousepad, too.
so it's a deal? you can take care of all of the above?
i don't think any of it is a joke. you all think she's all like sweet and good and stuff but do you see what i have to put up with?
(monkey i loge you!!!)
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July 19, 2005
i need a haircut
i hate getting my haircut. i like having freshly cut hair and all, but i hate going to salons. they make me uncomfortable. no person cutting my hair, i do not want to talk to you. and then you have to stare at yourself for 45 minutes with a smock wrapped tightly around your neck which, i don't know about you, makes my face look fat. so i have to sit there making small talk with some stranger for 45 minutes while staring at my fat face.
but boy do i need a hairct. sigh.
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do the dead cats descendants take per stirpes?
Submitted by T2: Pet Hoarding Not Out of the Ordinary. I believe registration is required. As a productive citizen you should already be registered for the NY Times and the Washington Post and if you aren't it isn't my goddamn problem and no, I will not copy and paste the whole article into an IM to you because I'm trying to study intestate succession not help the lazy, ill-informed, unregistered masses.
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July 17, 2005
carpools anyone?
public transportation is impossible to protect, period. you either make it private and screen entrants (think airport security) or you place a blanket ban on all bags and packages, like at baseball stadiums post-9/11 (which is both ineffective, as I assume you can strap 10 lbs of explosives to yourself with a little work and lose the backpack, and requires enforcement). Either option interferes with the supposed benefits of public transportation: moving lots of people (and their stuff) cheaply, quickly and efficiently.
so you put on bomb sniffing dogs to make people feel better and perhaps act as a deterrent (yeah right), and you have plainclothes police officers who are more likely to catch pickpockets, and you have your fellow passengers looking out for "suspicious" behavior (like riding the subway while arab).
it's all totally pointless. if you want to go blow up yourself and 30 other people in a crowded subway car, none of that is going to stop you. and that's not really the fault of the police or the government, because there's not a goddamn thing they can do about. and it's likely to happen over and over and over again, until we stop helping to create the conditions that incubate generation after generation of angry, anti-western jihadists in the middle east.
too bad the republican's constituency aren't generally the people who ride public transit.
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July 16, 2005
meanwhile in the part of lesboland that has time to engage in leisure activities...
c. is watching the most godawful movie that she rented at blockbuster about a lesbian softball player and a straight, married w/ child softball player who SURPRISE! fall in love. this movie appears to have been filmed on a sony handycam w/o any external microphones, lighting, or discernible editing, and the soundtrack is based on whatever folk music was popular in lesbian coffee houses in portland in 1997. it is atrocious, and she can't stop laughing maniacally, even though it's so bad it's not funny, and i'm trying to concentrate and remember equity acronyms (Very Bad Dog, anyone?).
we are so breaking up right after I pass the bar (I need to keep her until then, she makes good coffee).
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i am an underachiever
For whatever reason, any studying of any kind makes me revert to college music. This means that, at least when I'm alone or listening on headphones, I can't help listening to the they might be giants. murmurs, sleater kinney, ani difranco, tori amos and the indigo girls--yeah, totally lezzing (and dorking!) it out. (I have made an exception for the magnetic fields and neko case, because stephen merritt is a bitch and i'm in love with neko case (c. knows, she's ok with it), neither of whom i knew about or listened to in college)
the really weird thing about this? i never studied in college, much less studied to music. fuck if i'd bothered to study in college i could have gone to harvard instead of having to rely on my astoundingly excellent LSAT score like Lisa to get me into law school. fuck if i'd studied in high school i could have gone to harvard instead of relying on my astoundingly excellent SAT scores to get me into college. the only good thing about studying in high school is that if i'd studied to music i could have listened to primus and babes in toyland, but since i didn't study in high school (much less studied in high school to music), this would not have come up. i also would have studied to sarah mclachlan, because, along with being very angry, i was very, very melodramatic.
of course if i'd bothered to study and gone to harvard law i never would have met T2, and THEN who would I have used as the conservative god father of my lesbian love children, hmmmmm????
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July 12, 2005
oh my god i am so going to fail the bar exam
why the fuck couldn't they just waive me in if i passed new york? really, how much different can it POSSIBLY BE? i would blame barbri lobbyists, but i bet i'm intimately familiar with the real lobbyists that get almost every state that makes it so fucking difficult to get admitted in their state even if you've already been admitted in another. fucking lawyers protecting their fucking territory. i'd like to get ahold of them in due course and string them up.
did i ever fucking understand commercial paper? is this shit even tested? FUCK.
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July 08, 2005
Top seven reasons why us bastards have never taken T2 to any of the swanky places mentioned in yesterday's NY Times article, and all he gets is the Dodger and Piece
7. Pizza Metro seems sort of gay (at least the sign does, I've never been in it), and we know how much you want to avoid catching the gay.
6. All of the hostesses at Moonshine wear shirts that barely contain their (large) breasts. You cannot modulate your voice and would comment, repeatedly. Don't deny it.
5. None of Public i, Penelope's, Steelo or Casa de Soul carry flannel shirts or Dockers pants.
4. You cannot get a Long Island iced tea at Vintage Wine Bar, no matter how much you pound on the bar and scream "T[ ] wants Long Island iced tea and T[ ] wants it now!"
3. Pump, rather than being a disgusting, working class club with pregnant strippers by the Gowanus like it was in Brooklyn, is a women's shoe store that I assure has nothing in your size.
2. Mas frowns upon you passing out drunk as you wait for your food. They also don't like it when you break glasses.
1. We would prefer to never see you shirtless. Actually, we would prefer to never see any of us shirtless. No Turkish Bath House for you.
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July 07, 2005
all the news that's fit to reprint
NY Times travel section discovers Wicker Park for what I estimate is the third time.
You will be pleased to know that the gangs have been run off, and no forced comparison to Williamsburg is made.
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July 06, 2005
long live scratch
the car's name is Scratch.
I backed it (lighly!) into the wall behind my apartment building last night (mainly because I was pissed off at some frat boy who was blocking the alley waiting for someone to come out of an apartment and I wasn't taking my time and was distrcated) so it now has a series of nice scratches on the corner of its plastic (praise the lord) bumper.
the new scratches give Scratch character. Kind of like an eye patch, or the pock marks on Edward James Olmos' cheeks. It's a bad ass CR-V.
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July 02, 2005
My CR-V
There she is. What should I name her? I keep calling her "my soccer mom car" but that's a bit too long.
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my mommy killed me
Must listen to MP3.
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