Today was the first day of the bar, and my goal (aside from passing) was to get as comfortable as possible during these most uncomfortable hours of my student career. I wore my usual test taking uniform of sweats and a tshirt. One test mate, however, decided he would be a most dapper fellow and wore a suit and tie ensemble. TO TAKE THE BAR.
That is so nerdy and so obnoxious, and I say this knowing full well that I named my cat Punctilio and I blog under the title Per Stirpes. But nothing! is as nerdy as wearing a suit paired with some rimless eyeglasses to take the bar.
If he wears another suit tomorrow, I’m going to have to, I dunno, give him a swirlie or wedgie or whatever the cool kids are doing nowadays. [side note: is a swirlie a primitive form of waterboarding?!]
"Listen, dementors are among the foulest creatures to walk this earth. They feed on every good feeling, every happy memory until a person is left with nothing but his worst experiences. The dementors affect you more than others because there are true horrors in your past, horrors your classmates can scarcely imagine."
I had another bar related anxiety attack today, and they’re starting to hit me more often. In fact, they’re coming in a manner I can only best describe as labor-esque contractions.
You see, right after graduation, I had my first as I sat down for Barbri. Then it was once a week. Right around the beginning of July I felt them every other day, but now they’re creeping up every 36 or so hours.
Which only means my bar-baby is soon due.
However, I’ve been told my blog has been depressing some of my readers [ahem, C], so here’s a picture of a cute bunny.
TX FOD: In order for community property to pass by survivorship between spouses, it is necessary to have some sort of written agreement signed by both parties.
Los Angeles Ktown reality show cast with Asians to rival the tomfoolery of the Jersey Shore has begun filming. Check out these fab 8 people my mother would have banned me from hanging out with in high school.
Who am I kidding? She’d probably still ban me from hanging out with these people today.
In other words, I’ll be watching this when it airs.
Whilst I am cranking out trust and wills/estate administration essay practice problems, my brother became an internet minister. For reasons I cannot begin to fathom.
He has now been granted the ability to:
* Perform marriages, funerals, baptisms, ceremonial rites, and last rites. * Start your own church, be it brick & mortar or online. * Absolve others of their sins. * Use the title Reverend, Minister, Healer, Educator, and more.
Like, Joey Tribbiani!
So… anyone in need of minister services? I’ll even ask if my brother will wear a WWII get up.