

<-Why the Fuck Am I Up Right Now? |Main|Stress? What's That?->
"The Quest Stands Upon the Edge of a Knife."
July 23, 2007 1:16 AM
'm done studying. Fuck that shit. I can't handle a single second more of it. I think my mind is now so full of crap about invitees, grantors, defeasible fees, perfection, specific performance, and false pretenses that I've forgotten how to count.
Seriously, how the hell am I supposed to hold all this crap in my head for any period of time? Oh, right, I'm not--I'm going to forget every single thing I've "learned" over the past few weeks the second I walk out of the exam on Wednesday.
And let me tell you, I fully expect for that second to be the happiest second of my life.
But the actual exam still stands in my way. RPM and Bluebunny and I are getting in my car tomorrow and driving down to Chicago. It's going to be awesome--like a little road trip. I'm going to firmly insist on absolutely no discussion of anything having an even tangential relationship to the bar. Bluebunny, I'm looking at you here.
Although I'm taking some of my study materials down with me, I don't really expect to do too much tomorrow night. I hope to have some dinner and then relax and maybe go over some of the stuff I'm a little less confident on.
Overall, though, I'm feeling alright. Although it's certainly possible that I'll fail, I'm feeling pretty good about the multiple choice portion. I'm a little less confident about the essays, but I should be able to pull through. If not, oh well. Worst things can happen than failing the bar.
Also, in what is perhaps the most dangerous thing I've done in a while, I went and picked up my copy of Deathly Hallows today. But I haven't even opened it yet. I haven't even read the first word for fear that I will immediately get sucked in. I went and got it today so that it'll be waiting for me when I get back on Thursday night. Then I fully plan to stay up all night reading the damned thing. I can't wait to be able to discuss it with people.
Purple Hays, I'm so jealous!


7 Comments















Yeah, I got my notice that I had a package marked "Potter," but I'm going to leave it in my car once I pick that thing up. Too dangerous given the situation. Good luck on the bar, and hopefully I'll see you out and about in Chicago on Wednesday. Mmm, not studying . . . Raaagghhhh!
I'm right there with you. I won't have a day off until Wednesday, and I haven't picked mine up yet either. This snot-nosed kid at work tried to start shit with me about the ending. I'm glad to say he'll no longer be able to procreate.
Good luck man. Seriously, good luck, and it will be nice to see you again.
Do not, under any circumstances, try to convince yourself that you can read 50 (or even 5) pages and then put it down. You will just hate yourself when you have to stop - and it is absolutely 100% worth waiting for. Maybe you can come grill this weekend and we can bond over it, since we haven't seen you for about six weeks.
Adelina, my dad, and I wish you the best of luck on your exam. (Yes, that's right, my dad too)
pH,
I'm down for grilling this weekend. I, too, feel like I haven't seen you guys in forever. I can't wait!
Santi,
Thanks to you and Adelina and, especially your dad. He's awesome. Tell him I say hi. How is he doing?
If you need a completely non-law distraction, I finally answered your question in my comments tonight.
Good luck to you. I do not believe this darkness will endure.