pretty dresses

bar studying has developed some serious ADD for me. while going over multiple choice questions, i started thinking about this dress i sued to love that cameron diaz wore once (please see the picture on the right). so of course i possibly couldn't focus until i found a picture of it on the internet. this caused a massive search, which turned up a new dress i love (see the picture on the left). that cameron...always good at picking out pretty dresses.

sidenote: as i was writing this i confused left and right. apparently this studying is causing me to replace simple things i know, like left and right, up and down, with bar knowledge. i am so thankful that breathing is an involuntary activity.

torts...

ever since my first year i've hated the subject torts. first semester, i was sailing along with a great gpa til my 4 credit hour torts grade came in...and i was none too surprised. because this is one subject that my brain just doesn't get. (please see the picture in the bottom right corner for my first year torts teacher...he was on jeopardy!!)

then, my 2nd year of law school, i decided i would take products liability from my favorite teacher. guess what? the man who can teach me anything couldn't teach me torts...

then the summer after my 2nd year, i did the unthinkable. i went and worked for a firm that specialized in torts...HA! i actually learned amazing things there. it turns out once i apply it to real life situations, i can actually apply torts...so after this, my outlook on torts was revived. i now liked torts. (mind you i didn't go so far as to say i loved torts...but i liked them)

then along came the bar....and balance has returned to my world. i hate torts again.

so off i go with my big book of love and coffee to at least manifest some knowledge of this dreadful subject....

p.s. i do like the dessert torts :) yummy!!!

fighter

i would absolutely love to run away right now. i'm honestly stressed and feel overwhelmed. this bar exam is like being thrown into a kitchen with over a thousand ingredients and being told to create a masterpiece meal. where does one begin to conquer the task? where do you start? i sit down with my books and my laptop and attempt to study every day. i always feel like i should be doing more. that i'm not doing well enough on my practice exams. and that i don't know where to start the next day. so basically, i want to run away.

the brother todd told me that i'm not a runner, i'm a fighter. which automatically made me think of my favorite christina aguilera song, "fighter." first, you must understand that i make no apologies for my love of pop music or my love of christina aguilera. homegirl can belt it out and i love her. second, this song is on a mix cd i made that has been on repeat in my car and whenever it comes on i dance and sing and just love it. my cute politico who thinks we should all run for office of some sort one day actually says if i ever do run for office, this would be my theme song because its true, i'm a fighter.

so with two of the people that i am closest in my life telling me in some way or another that i'm a fighter, i guess my grand idea to run away is not going to happen. because they're right. so it's time to go fight this bastard of a test...i'm going to start with my fresh fighting attitude tomorrow (don't worry still studying for a good couple hours tonight) and fight this off in baby steps...

"ode to the board of law examiners" with lyrics by christina aguilera

'Cause it makes me that much stronger
Makes me work a little bit harder
It makes me that much wiser
So thanks for making me a fighter
Made me learn a little bit faster
Made my skin a little bit thicker
Makes me that much smarter
So thanks for making me a fighter

it's the little things

my life has officially become boring because of silly bar review. i work, go to class, eat, sleep, etc. and that is about it. i actually look forward to planning my meals, cooking them, and eating them. and by cook i mostly mean microwave because sadly it saves me lots of time. but i have thrown together a quesadilla once or twice.

last night after i got done with a marathon day of learning and was kicked out of the library (mark that my life has become boring and nerdy) i walked over to lolo's apartment and started to complain about the plight that is this summer. he is absolutely fantastic with me on this because he suffered through it last summer so i very rarely am allowed to complain. he usually tells me i only have to do this for a couple of more weeks, it is the end to a very long, painful journey, that i have the intelligence to pass the damn test, and the time i spend complaining is time i could spend studying and to just get it done. which is good because it gets me motivated, back on track, and back to the books. i like when people tell me not to complain because there really is no valid reason for me to do so. i have been blessed with an absolutely great life. i chose to go to law school and want this for myself so this is just one more obstacle to get that dream. so a kick in the ass to remind me of that is something i usually allow and supremely welcome.

but last night instead of telling me to just study for another hour, lo lo let me enjoy summer and we walked down to south bend chocolate factory, got two ice cream cones, and set on monument circle and just people watched. it was exactly what i needed...delightful.

life is just insane

so i have made a decent attempt this summer to try to remain social during the month of june because i know that july awaits me with a month full of hermiting and solitude. but i must say, this social butterfly/bar study/working thing has really made me tired. not to mention that i thought it would be a good idea to go and workout this morning before bar review so i could study all afternoon and now all i can think about is a nap...but alas, after i post this and eat my lunch it is bar review time until 6:30 when i meet one of the loves of my life, ms. keegan, for dinner (seriously, don't know where she has been all my life). yes, no time to stop now kids.

my mom actually sent me this email today about this stress presentation she went to. this speaker rates stress on this scale: 0-4 are things that can be displaced by anything that comes along, 5-7 is where we have to be in order to be productive, and 8-10 is where we choose to either be pushed to high production or allow the situation to control us. at the end of the email, she told me to use my level 8-10 stress and be pushed to high production...easier said then done.

but i think jessica simpson giving me this purse as a reward at pushing my stress to produce highly would make it easier...

alienating friends and enemies

This is my brief apology if for the next two months I tend to either update sporadically or completely bore you with mundane details, such as who recently won dancing with the stars. Above you will see a sampling of my life (a mere sampling to save those souls who were smart enough not to attend law school). This is what we refer to as bar review. Unfortunately, this term does not refer to soon-to-be attorneys sampling out which bars in the city where they can act like rainmakers, commiserate with other disgruntled lawyers, or find bars to hide from your clients. No no...this refers instead to the bar examiners version of torture (as if the past 3 years weren't hell enough..)

The funny thing (hardy har har) about bar review is it is held at my school. A school I just graduated from. A school which I still have to go to daily for 4 hours a day. Isn't the humor just overwhelming?

And for those of you who don't believe me or think i'm just whining, please take this quote from wikipedia which says: "Bar review is considered by many to be one of the most stressful and unpleasant experiences which a law student faces before becoming a lawyer." And we all know wikipedia doesn't lie.

sidenote: my friend actually updated the wikipedia page for "the wedding planner." yes, the movie with jennifer lopez that you can frequently catch on TBS (which leads me to a quick tangent that I think she has some sort of awesome contract with that channel b/c they always play her movies...go j.lo). one day he was watching the movie (allegedly he is straight) and he didn't feel like watching the end so he looked it up on wikipedia. apparently, the page wasn't to his liking so he redid it. my favorite sentence is "Mary and Steve spend a wonderful evening in the park, watching an old movie, dancing, and nearly kissing before being interrupted by an untimely rainshower." again, allegedly straight.