Living On A Prayer!

A prayer and a hope, and a dream!

So, I’ve fully embraced failing the bar, but I remembered how I got a miracle and passed my POST exam, so maybe there is still one miracle left this summer for me.

So, all those readers out there, all 5 of you, I need you to pray, and pray hard! Pray to whomever you think or want. Pray to Thor himself. Light a candle, send out good vibes, fast, fast for me until Wednesday if you desire. Wish on a star, this list is not exclusive.

And if I fail, just remember, it’s YOUR fault because you weren’t faithful enough.

PS. If I pass the bar, I will forgive the owner of my bar prep. But if not, I will curse his name to the sky. Here are favorite moments of studying with him.

1. When I heard an ambulance looked out the window, then realized it was coming from his lectures.
2. When I heard a train going by for 15 minutes-- also from his lectures.
3. Hearing car alarms going off
4. Hearing mumblings of conversations in the background
5. Listening to old school rock n’ roll in the background.
6. I swear, one time he was microwaving a burrito
7. Whenever he laughs and snorts at his own lame jokes
8. Every time he brings up that he has a copy of pocket Constitution signed by Warren Burger
9. TWO separate lectures when he would randomly say, “If you hear feed back PUSH *7!... *7!!)
10. Also, I find it curious how he says he always takes a bar exam each time it is given (weird masochistic behavior) but he NEVER says how many times he passes….

I swear he is Hugh Hefner-ing it up in his PJs sitting in his bed talking into a microphone all day. I feel like I will fail, and I paid him good money to do it. All whilst sitting in silk pjs. (and apparently enjoying a warm burrito--you are welcome).

PS, The results come out weeks later. And this will be a Don’t Ask- Don’t Tell situation. If I don’t mention that I passed, let’s just leave it alone. And THEN you can feel bad you weren’t faithful enough to let me pass.

The Irony

So, last blog before the bar, but I figured I would share this one last sad story.

This weekend I moved, which is poor timing, but it almost had to be done. Almost. In any case, I started freaking out last night when I looked at my room in complete disarray, thinking how was I supposed to study knowing that all my stuff was in random boxes and scattered on the floor? (I know, what is the difference between a moved in room and my room generally? Lets all move on). And I need to study. Well, in between lectures I took breaks to put stuff away.

In any case, my Mom is in town because my sister is having her baby soon, and she is going to help out while Ben studies for the bar! Our timing is impeccable. Although he had less control. In any case, tonight my mom came to visit and see the new place. When Meredith showed up she realized that it is not only the same complex, but the exact same building Ben lived in when they were dating. Meredith goes, "You would have been in the same ward!" To which I replied, "Yeah, had he stayed here (In Provo) and lived here, even after law school..." And then my words slowly sank in, and I was silent.

Graduate School Graduate

Provo

Single

To which Meredith said, "At least you are younger than Ben."

An Argument for Heels

While I was at the reference desk sorting thru papers I overheard a conversation between a guy and a girl working. She was saying how high heels are impractical for everyday use. I wasn't going to say anything, because to each their own...even if you are wrong. And then the guy mentioned that perhaps heels would one day go out of style, like the corset...

To which I made a noticeable face. So noticeable that the guy invited me to elaborate.

Uh, I've worked all day standing in heels, and yes, they hurt. Then I bought my first pair of flats to work in all day. They too hurt my feet, just at different spots. So, I figure, if your feet are going to hurt anyways, wear the pretty ones.

AND NEVER will heels go out of style. I'm sorry, I just don't see that ever happening. That's like saying, One day girls will stop complaining about their weight and think bald, short, fat men are attractive.

Just my opinion.

Update

July 4th, national holiday awesomeness. I spent the morning/early afternoon with my siblings at my sister's new place in Lehi. She had a pool, and thus we spent the majority of our time there. It was fun. The most hilarious part was when Charley refused to go in the pool, instead, choosing to recline on the pool chair with her hands behind her head, sunbathing. Eventually she did go in, but only once her Dora inner tube was brought over. SUCH a diva!

Then the early evening portion of the day was spent with Karlos and their friends. Which was pretty fun as well, minus the awkward marriage arrangment where to avoid questions I simply shoved food into my mouth.

From the pool, I was a little red, which pretty much went away by the morning. And for a day or two, I thought, I must be getting Michael Jackson disease, because I've only gotten 2 prior sunburns in my life, ergo my skin must be getting whiter with age. In fact, I only burned a little on my shoulders where my tan line from my old swimsuit was from last year. Fascinating stuff, I know.

Why do I tell you this? Because I am currently in the middle of a Property quiz for Bar Study, and it is my worst subject so far. In fact, its so bad I don't want to finish the quiz. Its just depressing. Ergo, I procrastinate with blogging. But now I must return. Ugh.

Motive

Tonight we played night games. One was "Body Body Body," also known as "Murder in the Dark."

Then I started thinking, was it murder if there was no mens rea? I guess its reckless endangerment of human life.

Then I realized I was a dork.