Completion...and a strange hollowness...

The bar is done. 3 days, 2 states, 18 actual hours of testing. I filled in bubble sheets. I used an entire pen writing essays. My hand cramped up enough that I seriously contemplated writing left handed. And it is done.

I am thrilled. (No real shock there.)

And yet, for some strange reason, there is this bizarre feeling of hollowness growing. I woke up today and felt like something was missing. I brushed it off, and carried on a morning routine. And it hit me again. Like I was supposed to do something, but I couldn't remember what. Then it hit me. I don't have to study today. In fact, if I passed the bar, I may never have to study again in my life. And surprisingly, this thought made me a little sad. Like an old friend, saying good bye. You know that you had your problems, hell, it is probably for the best that you part ways. And yet, somewhere deep down, you know you will miss them. Because they are a part of you. And you would not be the person you are today without them.

This is obvously proof I have gone completely mad, but I imagine that I will go rapidly nuts if I vacation too much. I mean, if I MISS studying and bar stress, can you imagine what will happen if I have NOTHING to do for extended periods of time? Perish the thought...

So close...

And yet so far. Only 2 days till bar excitement begins. I posted today on my aways message the following: "2 days. It'll all be over soon. Much like an execution or a miserable cold." And gleefully, I found that a lot of people seem to be entertained by my away messages. But are also feeling like contributing. There are apparently MANY things that you say "It'll be all over soon" about, aside from the bar exam. Things like:

• Pregnancy
• A beating by your little sibling
• Sex with a guy you are trying to please, but are TOTALLY not in the mood to be with
• That spinning ride that your cousin insisted on taking you on directly after eating a huge bag of cotton candy
• Any Barbri lecture
• That stupid chick flick your girlfriend makes you go see
• The run down the double diamond that you really really did not mean to turn on to

And my personal favorite:

• A ride from Harvard St to north station in an unair conditioned T with that smelly guy standing an inch away from you

A really random thought...

As I work my way through Wills and Trusts for what seems like the hundreth time (but is prolly like the 3rd) I had the most random thought:

A jury full of Oompa Loompas. How much more interesting would court be if the jurors were Oompa Loompas? You'd know if you were a horrid person, because they would get up as start singing about you. In cute little ways. Becauses the Loompas know. No need for arguements, or witnesses. Just have the oompa loompas hang with you for a bit, and if they sing, you are guilty. Simple. Neat. Darned entertaining.

Or we could just have the trained squirrels knock on your head. Bad go down the chute, good ones go free. Just don't touch his nuts...

Bilingual bliss

This weekend I managed to free myself from the confines of bar hell. I hopped on a plane and flew to california. Why, might you ask? A wedding, of course! Yes, one of my wonderful friends (and sorority sisters and former quadians) got married in sunny St. Helena. And what a wedding it was. Done in 2 languages (spanish and english) complete with a mariachi band and delicious mexican food. And fab wine (because, duh, napa valley.) I got be reunited with the quad (my old roomies from my sorority, who managed to spread across the country after graduation.) And I got to do lots of dancing. Lots. I had a heck of a good time. And I only panicked twice about my delinquency in studying. It is lame that I panicked, but hell, I was good and studied on allllll my flights.

Oh yeah, and the wine tastings we went to both days were fab too. Sun, low humidity, lots of wine. Why do I live on this coast again?