Well, folks, I'm off to hell.
Sorry for the sparse posting as of late, but I'm sure you understand.
I'm really, REALLY not looking forward to this.
Wish me luck!
Well, folks, I'm off to hell.
I'm blaming my brother. I spent the better part of the afternoon playing Sims 2. Those of you who have played it know that it is the most addictive game ever, especially when you have the cheat codes, as I do. I can make my family rich enough to build the biggest, best-furnished, most fantabulous house ever. Which takes quite a lot of time, but is completely fun.
Well, I'm sure you'll all be relieved to know that my quest to find an apartment, though it kept me from the internet for a few days, was successful! I've signed a lease and put down a deposit on a nice one-bedroom in Westwood (West Los Angeles -- a fantastic area) -- and the best part is, they allow pets, so if and when I finally find the chihuahua who steals my heart, the terms of my lease won't stand between us.
There are a lot of things I could gripe about that are the direct result of my largely involuntary singledom (I say "largely involuntary" because, while I am picky and have every right to be, the fact is, most men don't like smart, independent girls, no matter how hot we are. I'm not going to argue about this right now because it's not the point of my post, but I'm right about this). But today, I'm going to make a monetary gripe.
Labels: Pet Peeves
So I've been reading about other people who have done sims and then taken a class day or two to review them. Since we only have two class days left, today and tomorrow, I figured that's what ours would be. So today I came to class with only my laptop, on which I'd written my exams, and I didn't bring the in-class workbook (I didn't figure I'd need it for anything).
Yesterday was the simulated essay and performance test (six hours of test -- like a full day of bar horribleness). Since I left, I have done absolutely no bar work whatsoever. Here's what I've done since the exam ended:
Today Bar/Bri has due an obscene THREE essays for my location (by email -- if I'd turned them in via snail-mail they'd have been due earlier, and more staggered. But, um, why would I turn them in earlier than I had to?). Fortunately, we had no class this morning -- but I took advantage of this to sleep in, which I REALLY needed to do. Someone from the movers showed up this morning to look the place over so they can give me an estimate for moving costs, and then I set about calling yet more apartments to set up viewing appointments for next week. Vacation this won't be. Sigh. At least I get to look at a bunch of pretty LA apartments, several of which are on the beach (PLEASE let my firm put me in Century City, PLEASE let my firm put me in Century City!).
Well, the nightmares have started.
Holy cow, this is dangerous. You can play old Nintendo games, and games from other consoles (but, come on, it's all about NES) on your home computer. Oh man. I'm never passing the bar.
Justice O'Connor resigned this morning.
I've heard it said that July 4th weekend is when it really kicks in. That's when you realize, the Bar is only a few short weeks away and start actually doing the work you've been putting off thus far. This sounds good to me -- I'm going away for the weekend to attend a small family reunion, but I plan to bring some work with me, as I'm sure I'll need a break from the constant flow of people.