Friday, February 22, 2008

It's About That Time Again....

I want to wish all my fellow bar applicants the best of luck, and may the force be with you. I will be taking a little break after the bar to go on vacation to Spring Training. There will be no post-mortem going on here, as the one thing I have learned in this whole process is that post-mortems do nothing but drive me crazy.....and I don't need any more crazy here.

I am holding good thoughts for all of us...;-)

Friday, February 15, 2008

Go, Go, Now!!

Go see Step Up 2: The Streets!!!

I love, love, love it!!!!

Monday, February 11, 2008

Lightning Really CAN Strike Twice!!

Happy Valentine's Day to me!! Step Up 2: The Streets starts on Thursday! Don't think I'm not going on Thursday - I will be the first one in line for the first show of the day.

Perfect Husband teaches on Thursday nights, so we are celebrating Heart Day, or as I like to call it, Socially Sanctioned Salacious Slut Day, on Friday. (Don't even get me started on those dumb ass hearts that have the cute little sayings on them...who do those actually work for? 13 year olds? Here's what mine would say, "Don't want my heart? Fuck off." "Got Chlamydia?" and my personal fave, "Yes, size does matter." If you are going to make me read candy, it had better damn well be chocolate....but I digress...) Anyhow, I have Thursday all to myself to study and work out and things until Perfect Husband comes home at about 10.

I am not going to be able to stay at home all day and study, knowing that my movie is here, so I am going to the first show to get it out of my system, so hopefully I will be productive after that. My boss would be so thrilled to know what I have planned for my day off on Thursday.

But I know that I will feel guilty about studying, so here are a few Con Law nuggets I will ponder while I am watching my movie. It takes place in a rough area of Maryland, so there is sure to be some sort of economic discrimmination, right? There is bound to be a Pretty Posse of dancers that can't afford to go to the big, artsy school that is going to get them a shot at the big time and deliver them from the ghetto. And what standard of scrutiny would a law that results in economic discrimmination have to meet? Rational basis test, where the plaintiff has to prove that the statute in question is rationally related to a legitimate government interest, right? Or are painfully pretty, yet marginally talented dancers a protected class? Since one never really knows about these things, in the event that the Pretty Posse is, in fact, a protected class, then the statute that is undoubtedly depriving said Pretty Posse of an education in the arts must survive strict scrutiny, wherein the state will have to show that the statute is necessary to achieve a compelling government interest. And since basically nothing will survive strict scrutiny, the Pretty Posse will be able to dance till their little feet fall off and everyone will live happily ever after.

Especially me!!!

I think I got Con Law covered, right?

Sunday, February 10, 2008

Drink. Curse. Hate. Part III

This sucks hard. I am so over it. Over. It. All. I hate this. I am over trying to decide if the defendant can be found guilty of larceny, burglary, embezzlement or false pretenses. I am over it because I really don't give a shit.

I had a nuclear meltdown the other night. I think Perfect Husband was a little afraid. I have no idea what possessed me to go to law school at the age of 30, back in 2002. I graduated in December 2005. It is now February 2008 and I am still not a lawyer. No one wants a paralegal with a law degree and you can't be a lawyer without a license. Rock. Hard spot. Welcome to my life.

People told me it would be an uphill battle to go to law school at night while working full time at a law firm. People told me that the fact that I was older, and had worked in the legal field for some time would work against me. I was stupid enough, or cocky enough, or arrogant enough, to believe that my intelligence and drive would be enough to overcome that. I distinctly remember saying to myself, I am smart, I will just work that much harder and overcome those obstacles. It is appalling how wrong I was. If I had known, back in 2002, that I would be here, now...I never would have done it. I would have gone to beauty school. I would have gone for a Masters. I would have tried to write a book. I would have done anything other than start a 6 year disaster that would result in financial ruin, shattered self esteem and a fat ass.

Plus, I seem to be averaging about 75% on the MBE's I have done so far. Jesus Christ. It sure would be nice if I could do that come February 27.

So, do you think people would read a novel, written my me, entitled Drink.Curse.Hate.?? I can see it now.....

"Drink.Curse.Hate - a tragically funny and touching story of a would-be lawyer and her quest to pass the bar, find the perfect reality TV show and fit into size 8 Gap jeans....the newest addition to the Oprah Book Club - a surefire bestseller ~ The New York Times"

On a brighter note......Lipstick Jungle totally rocks, and kicks Cashmere Mafia's ass.....

Thursday, January 31, 2008

10 Things I Am Learning While Studying Today.

10. My closet really needs to be cleaned out.

9. Do not ever buy a house and live on a golf course. You will likely become a hemophiliac to which the rest of the world owes a duty. Because, while sitting on a lounge chair on your porch, you will get hit in the head with an errant golf ball, a negligent ambulance driver will collide with something (most likely a bus full of small children) on the way to the hospital, where a doctor who is high on crack will leave a metal instrument inside you, causing permanent and irreversible brain damage, resulting in your severely diminished earning capacity as a nuclear physicist.

8. I am better at Torts than I am at Real Property.

7. One cup of coffee is not enough.

6. I would rather work than study.

5. Britney is doing much better in the hospital this time around.

4. I would rather work out than study.

3. The new black pants I got at Nordstrom are now too big around the waist. (See #4.)

2. One should always take advantage of one's right to remain silent; if you do not, you will inevitably voluntarily confess to a heinous crime.

1. I should have gone to beauty school.