Have abandoned my family law outline. Am watching America's Got Talent on my couch.

All hope is lost.




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Thoughts on America's Got Talent:

First I started tearing up because this 40 year old Asian woman was never allowed to sing (Tiger mother) and she was an amazing opera singer.

Then, Fantastic Fig with his cat Newton came out. He used to be an attorney but now he does magic tricks with his cat. He said being an attorney was fun, but being a magician is better. This is a likely career path for me now that I've cast aside my bar studies in favor of this highly worthwhile show.

On the whole, there are some talented people I guess. But I think the show would be more aptly named America's Got Weirdos.

Think it over, TV Execs, and get back to me.

How to study for the bar:

I have tried to make this a game. I bought a stupid timer in the shape of a tomato. I set it to 25 minutes. After that time I can have a five minute break. It actually works pretty well because I am always racing to see how much I can get through before the time is up.

If, like me, you have the disposition of a five year old, I recommend it.

Legal Ease gets published!

Also, did I mention that for graduation, Brandon Walsh had my blog printed and bound like a book? And it was so sweet I cried?

Technically that makes me unstable an author.

I am the epitome of cool.

Am I studying my MBE notes all alone at 10pm on a Saturday night, blaring Does He Love You and singing both parts of the duet between Reba McEntire and Linda Davis?

Yes. Yes I am.

Currently

OhhayitsKK hit the nail on the head. I didn't expect studying for the bar exam to be so difficult. Usually people seem to exaggerate about how difficult things are, so I ignored the warnings.

But as it turns out: this shit is hard.

Luckily my sister in law just sent me a big box of fresh cookies. Very sweet. I might not jump off a cliff now. I sort of think she and Brandon Walsh are planning to fatten me up, hoping I'll become a jolly plump lady. Chances of plumpness are high. Chances of jolliness are not.

In other news, Brandon Walsh got a job in our new city, which is awesome. (He starts in July--just in time for me to quit going in to the office, take over the house with study materials, and cry in my spare time.) Being the totally reasonable and responsible person I am, I booked a trip to Belize to celebrate.

Once again, we're headed to the Caribbean in the midst of hurricane season. I will be pissed if I die in a storm after all this work.

That's all.

The bar exam has made me high maintenance. I just made BW go to the store and buy me all this:

Also, I'll be 200 pounds by July 29

I mean, I don't suck that much: I have business cards now. And a credenza.

I suppose I'm doing just fine.

Realization: I kind of suck

Bar study + Lawyer job = Terrible for self-confidence

I can't learn anything
And I do everything wrong

I am basically terrified all the time, and constantly wondering why I am so inadequate in every way. This is a tough thing to do to someone who has a big enough god complex to write a blog devoted entirely her own life. So hat's off to you bar exam and new job, you've done it!

Now I'm off to hum the Rocky theme song to myself to get my confidence up.

Studying for the bar is worse than you think it is.