Adventures in bar study

Me: You're going to have to roll me into the exam. I've had pancakes for 3 meals in the last 2 days.

Jesse: I didn't even know you like pancakes.

Me: I hadn't had pancakes in like 3 years. All of the sudden they're like crack. And I would bleed coffee at this point.

Yeah, I know there should only be about 5 items in this list. Go ahead and criticize and see what happens.*

Things I have learned while studying for the bar exam:

1. I have poor study habits.

2. I would rather do anything besides study for the bar exam.

3. Stress eating is a unique and interesting compulsion.

4. Cleaning is a more favorable activity than studying for the bar exam.

5. Wait WHAT? Cleaning?

6. Yes. Cleaning. Vacuuming and scrubbing suddenly seems imperative.

7. But you normally hate cleaning!

8. True story. But procrastination is a guilt-inducing beast, and at least the dishes are done when cleaning is the chosen method of procrastination.

9. I don't want to go through with this madness, and I'm not even sure I will ever benefit from this madness even if I do pass, which, let's be honest, these practice test scores need to ramp up real quick-like if that little miracle is going to come to fruition.

10. I need a nap.

*DEATH is what happens! I will voluntarily manslaughter you in the heat of passion after adequate provocation! And more legal stuff I will never use! ACK!

ACK

One year ago today, I had just moved to New Zealand and was absolutely cackling with glee as I watched the temperatures spike back home in Indiana while I started exploring my new country in the 50s and 60s. Sure, it was a little rainy at that point in the year, but most days were so pleasant temperature-wise that I didn't mind the rain. My point is that I am obviously being punished for the laughing and finger pointing of one year ago as today's high peaks at 91 and 97 is on the menu for Thursday.

Sometimes it helps me to just laugh my ass off for a few minutes.

Honey badger don't give a shit.

One of the treats of which I speak.

When trying to rise to the occasion, it helps to get out of bed. Oof.

Things I do each day:

- eat

- study

- procrastinate

- eat

- abuse caffeine

- fret about procrastination

- eat

- try to stop worrying about impending doom

- go to the gym so the eating can continue unabated

- resume studying/procrastinating/eating/fretting/doom

The sort of thing that gets me excited these days? This bad boy became mine today:

I'm going to study in bed all the time now, you guys. I mean, for at least another week or so. Then I'm going to read in bed for pleasure like a real live person with hobbies and joie de vivre. PLUS my new darling toy came courtesy of some coworkers who gifted me a Barnes and Noble giftcard when I left to go to law school. Three years ago. Sometimes I hang on to things until they can be truly useful.

A fellow recent law grad aptly ranted on facebook a few weeks ago that anyone who has a job lined up for after the bar can just shut the fuck up, so I feel like I still have permission to whine that studying for the bar is MISERABLE. But I am fitter than I may have ever been in my adult life because of all this mad gym action. And I'm in this misery with some very close and wonderful friends. And this one amazing man gives me heaps of attention and treats. And my superhero mom already helped me make huge headway in the battle that is moving apartments. AND ALSO LEST WE OVERLOOK GOOD FORTUNE, a second interview next week for a job that I think I could really be good at and also might enjoy. Is it a jinx to announce that sort of thing when there's always the very real and near possibility that it will fall through in short shrift? Maybe. But I'm going to keep it on the list of things to be thankful for, even if it doesn't materialize. Good things, keep coming to me. Motivation to study my ass off immediately would be good, universe. Right after I fix some macaroni and cheese. Kisses.