I went into the bar this time very cool and composed. I mean I've seen this all before. Twice. The first two days were not so bad, and the MPT actually dealt with copyright law, so barring the fact that I ran out of time because I *had* to take a break and didn't ask for this accomodation beforehand (grr, argh), twas alright. I just had the shortest conclusion ever.
Let's not talk about Day 3.
The thing is, I'm haunted by this experience. It was the third time. I'm seeing it as strike 3 instead of 3rd times the charm. I've had horrible anxiety all week, and I'm wondering if maybe instead of looking for volunteer clerkships that maybe I should look for something else.
Granted, I felt fine after the test, but I want to forget now. I don't even know when in November we get our results. It's the fact that we get them that annoys me. Avoidance is key, yes?
I WANT TO PASS THE FRIKKIN BAR!!! And please, no JFK, Jr. stories or I will have to hunt you down, hang you upside down by your toes, and play Britney Spears till your ears bleed.

A lawyer in Cali has filed a class action lawsuit against Yahoo for allowing certain members on its messageboards to participate in relentless namecalling.

Galton is a partner in the firm of Galton & Helm, which specializes in insurance law. He registered to use Yahoo message boards in early 2004 in order to respond to a negative late-2003 post about one of his clients, which he did not identify in the suit.
After Galton posted his response, under the screen name "stephengalton," he was subjected to name-calling by various other users of the message boards.
One user, a person using the screen name "mumioler" who had posted the original messages about Galton's client that started the dispute, wrote a series of new messages calling Galton a "shyster" and an "overly robust geezer that makes a living walking behind the elephant with a shovel."
Other users also took personal shots at Galton, and he filed suit in April of this year against them. At the same time, he sought their personal information via a subpoena from Yahoo. The company, the suit said, responded with incomplete or inaccurate information.

Now I've heard about sueing for libel, but this? It reminds of all those times when we were children, and we used to run home to our parents in tears because some bully called us an ugly name. What did they always say in reply?
"Sticks and stones will break your bones, but words will never harm you."
Someone needs to send this guy to his mother.

At least some states have some common sense to do the right thing. Now if only something can be done about that stay...

The perfect solution to calming one's nerves: singing at the top of one's lungs. I chose an Andrew Lloyd Weber collection and made Phantom my bitch. Actually, it was the other way around.
Downside: I'm so never going to be Sarah Brightman, and now my throat is offically raw. It did feel good to sing.

My halogen lamp has smoked, fizzled, and died. So why in the hell can I not stop shaking???? I swear I'd look hilarious with a cigarette now to calm the nerves except I never did like them. My god the stupid lamp was smoking, and my first thought was to run away as fast as I could because I could hear something cracking. I was already at the doorway when I saw the smoke and realized my cell was in the scooter next to the lamp, so if I had to call 911 it would already be too late. So there I am weighing my options, rather quickly I might add, when I decide to stop being a coward and run over to the lamp, bend over and switch off the surge protector, solving the stupid mess.
Granted, had the bulb exploded I made sure that the lamp was at least a foot away from posters and such, plus there's the usual guard. I just didn't want anything falling on me, since I do feel somewhat vulnerable on me knees. At the same time, I should be thanking someone that I wasn't in my scooter this afternoon. I mean it's possible that the smoke might have dissapated, and that's that with that, but who knows.
I think I'll be trashing it tonight, after I send a nasty email to Bed, Bath, and Beyond for selling such a worthless thing. After three months it started turning on and off by itself, and now after a year, it's died.

For once (or maybe a few times ...) in my life I can say I actually did something productive. It may not seem productive, but it was fun, and I hadn't done it in a long time. I read a whole book in one sitting, and then I came back to my poor laptop and decided to bookmark a ton of law blogs that I think I might be linking to in the near future. I actually can't stop reading, which is rather frustrating because I feel downright tired. These eyes of mine feel like they can not scan another line of text, but this morning was so worth it.

I'm barely lucid, yesterday I wanted to choke the two guys outside my door clearly marked, "Quiet, exam in session," and I'm wondering why I'm not drunk, but it's over.
Why in the hell were the guys talking about Oil and Gas on MBE day? And damn, property is going to haunt me for the rest of my life but I fucking aced Sales and Secured Transactions and Bancruptcy baybee.

I think I'm going to ace this sucker.

I keep telling myself, changes will be coming. It gets me through the day. I don't even dare to think of the 'what-ifs.' I'm rather comfortable in the stage where I'm accomplishing things one step at a time.
So, is it July 28th yet?

I'm sure you noticed. How could you not. She's up to her old tricks again, you might say. Ranting and raving are truely art forms of mine. I percieve them as such. I was snarky all day yesterday. Perplexed that I wasn't more stressed though slightly guilt ridden. Just wait. Next week isn't here yet. Let's see how much bar study I can cram in less than two weeks.
By the way Spain was great, and Barcelona has officially become one of my favorite cities.