Saturday, July 26, 2003

Do you want to know what studying for the bar is like? Well, a friend wrote the following in an email she sent to her friends. I take no credit for this except that I was able to realize its brilliance and that it is perhaps the most real thing I have ever read.....

Despite the fact that i have exploited my cigarette habit to realms unknown to even the Marlboro Man, I was not able to bring on the bar-induced emphysema that i was so genuinely hoping would relieve me from living to take this test.
Yep, so although i could probably write everything i know about the multi-state on one sheet of legal pad- sized paper, and everything about the other 15 subjects on one hand... here goes nothing.

My neighbors snicker to each other when they walk by and see me on the porch staring at Conviser manuals; they even shout at me at midnight when they return from bars- "Hey, nerd... get out here and read, the bar is COMING!" Little do they know that i am studying in the bathtub.

Yesterday as i looked down at my legs, milky white from no sun exposure, i saw that i had written my own name on one of my kneecaps. was i afraid i would forget it in the mad rush to learn all this shit? i felt like it was symbolic of everything i've put on the back burner this summer- my dishes got so moldy i contemplated throwing them away today... i never exercise... i never call anyone. that's where you guys come in. i wanted to wish you all the best of luck this coming week. it's been a summer of self-doubt for many of us. Know that i think you are all super-do-whop and I love you! You are all smarties, winners, beautiful people. i know how important it is for all of us to clear this hurdle, given our finances and the economy, blah, blah... but each of you is so much more than can possibly be categorized as a "Passer" or "Failer." Damn, that's even more narrow a categorization than the zodiac and nobody believes astrology.

i look forward to seeing some of you in portland... and those of you taking other state tests, i will find you elsewhere.


The words of one Miss Shannon Green, reposted without her permission.

Thursday, July 24, 2003

Ok, so my computer is going to be MIA for the next WEEK. For the second time in a month, the fan has gone down. This is the third or fourth time it has happened on this particular machine. The warranty ends in like a week and a half. Hmmm... Might want to research whether a company's failure to ultimately "fix" a machine, but rather uses a series of band aids (on an IP note, how has Band-Aid retained its trademark, it seems to me that bandaid has become a generic term), constitutes a breach of contract or a breach of warranty. On a bright note, starting to feel as though I don't know enough and studied many hours already today. Going through several essays, I realized that I would fail them all..... gah... oh, and my cousin's car got stolen the other night. Bad thieves, Bad!

Wednesday, July 23, 2003

Sometimes, TV is odd. I flicked to LENO and it was an old lady saying "Let your penis pick out your shorts." Very odd. Well, too bed.

Ok, so I had a few things I wanted to talk about. Most pressing is this. When did the war with Iraq become simply an assassination game? We have 55 "cards" that we are to hunt and kill. I mean, I have been supportive of the whole operation, but this is getting ridiculous. If we wanted to kill Saddam, couldn't we have found an easier way.


On a less sour note, I did watch Bad Boys II. It was really good and really funny.

Tuesday, July 22, 2003

Gawd its hot. Again. Every night is hotter than the day.... sweating and sweating...

Only studied 3 hours today. I am feeling like I have a handle on this whole bar thing. Could come to bite me in the ass later. Hope not.

Met another blogger in Starbucks tonight while studying with Wes. Jen is there, but I don't like the "latest entry only" style of pages. I like being able to read through the last few weeks without going into the archives.

Anyway, off to bed... to sweat.

Monday, July 21, 2003

Oh, just about a week after Chris mentioned the Fountainhead movie, Melissa quotes a passage out of the same. BTW, I read the entire book thinking it was the "Galliant Gallstone", but evidentally it was Gallant Gallstone. I am not sure that Galliant is even a word.

Ok. So, its official. I am moving to Portland. I have an apartment in the NE part of town 2 blocks off Broadway on 15th. I can almost see a Starbucks from my apartment. Its a fairly large 2 bedroom apartment with a large living room. We are on the second/top floor. Evidentally, we can move in right away. Now I have a place to stay before taking the bar. Anyway, if any of you are from the Portland area, please write me and tell me your favorite bars/places to go in Portland. I don't want to go to the same places all the time, and I want to know about the hidden gems.

8 Days. That's what left. Less than actually. Not ready at all. So much to learn, so little time. Damn this ADHD. Help help me Ritalin, help me ritalin, yeah, keep it in my mind......

Sunday, July 20, 2003

What can anyone tell me about moveable type? I keep hearing about it, but unsure of what exactly it does and how it makes blogging/web design easier.