The Carebears Were Here
I was in Day 2 of the Real Property lecture for bar review today. I got some doughnut holes for me and my friends who sit with me, and then, I sort of made this happen.
I take notes during the lectures with different colored pens in an attempt to keep myself interested. CLEARLY, THIS IS NOT WORKING.
In other news, I may or may not have gotten myself into a completely awesome apartment from which to start my lawyerly life from when I move after the bar exam. Whether or not I will actually have furniture in it will depend on whether or not I can start my lease in September instead of August. I'm going to do some negotiating this Friday; let's hope some of those skills I picked up in school pay off.
ALSO, I learned that Bones premiers on the same day I (1) find out my bar exam results and (2) have to go to the middle of nowhere to be in a wedding. I am guessing there will either be (a) celebratory drinking or (b) a suicide watch (perhaps brought on by drinking to drown my sorrows?). All I'm saying is this: Hart Hanson, September 17 is clearly a day of fragility for me. DON'T SCREW ME OVER BUDDY.
Now, I'm going to take a break from making flash cards for Criminal Law/avoiding making flash cards by writing/reading fic and go running...in the million degree heat...because at least it's not the law.
10 points to whomever gets the reference in the title of this post!
I take notes during the lectures with different colored pens in an attempt to keep myself interested. CLEARLY, THIS IS NOT WORKING.
In other news, I may or may not have gotten myself into a completely awesome apartment from which to start my lawyerly life from when I move after the bar exam. Whether or not I will actually have furniture in it will depend on whether or not I can start my lease in September instead of August. I'm going to do some negotiating this Friday; let's hope some of those skills I picked up in school pay off.
ALSO, I learned that Bones premiers on the same day I (1) find out my bar exam results and (2) have to go to the middle of nowhere to be in a wedding. I am guessing there will either be (a) celebratory drinking or (b) a suicide watch (perhaps brought on by drinking to drown my sorrows?). All I'm saying is this: Hart Hanson, September 17 is clearly a day of fragility for me. DON'T SCREW ME OVER BUDDY.
Now, I'm going to take a break from making flash cards for Criminal Law/avoiding making flash cards by writing/reading fic and go running...in the million degree heat...because at least it's not the law.
10 points to whomever gets the reference in the title of this post!