damn the muse

I'm finally back in SA. I'm not sure how that makes me feel seeing as this was my last vacation till maybe Thanksgiving.

There's so much going on in my head. So much I have to do, and it would be nice if the answers came with out any effort. I need to find an apartment, but I don't have a job. I can't find a job because my school now has a bad rap, and thanks to a low mean, my grades are far from stellar. This has made my parents consider convincing me to go back to El Paso. I absolutely refuse. I think I'm going to email Judge S. my adjunct prof for Trial Ad and see if he might be able to help. L. said that the last time she saw him and mentioned my name, he just started raving about me to everyone there at the special dinner for the SA Bar Association. Finding out about it was embarassing and helpful to the ego. I can't deny it. I just feel weird asking him for help.

Then there is the bar. If I start having nightmares about the exam, I'm going to freak. I am going to pass it the first time. That's not an option.

So, things I have to do tomorrow: Email S, call the locator about an apartment- 2 bedroom, washer and dryer, accessible, somewhere in downtown or near, and do some writing.

Honestly, I'm just going to take things one day at a time because it's not worth the stress. I'm tired of stress. I'm sick of feeling that growing up is a bad thing because it's not. I'm not going to be stuck in corporate hell. I'm going to be cool, and I'm going to write, and if someone gives me a chance, I'll be a damn good litigator too.

I'm going to pass the Texas Bar. ;-) I'm going to graduate in May with a JD, and I'm going to the Tori Amos concert. What more can I ask for?