Ha ha, the cheapest stuff is all I need

Official Day of Bar Studying No. 4:

Begins at 3:00 pm, because I slacked off this morning, and dealt with crazy this afternoon.  

Topic for the day: Torts.  Thanks to Tommy Lund, I still mostly remember all this stuff.

Give a crazy person an inch ...

So, some of you may know that I've had a mixed track record when it comes to living space.  Freshman year in the dorms, my suitemate liked to have sex with her boyfriend in our shower every single morning and cook mac and cheese in our sink every night.

Then I moved into a semi-haunted sorority house, and believe me -- the sorority part was scarier.  

Out in DC, cockroaches abounded and lesbians had sex on my mattress.   (To be fair, one of the lesbians was my suite mate, and she was considerate enough to have sex on ALL of our mattresses.  I wasn't the only one singled out.)

Down in Phoenix, I nearly had a roommate kill me when she started a kitchen fire, passed out drunk, and then threw me out of the apartment at 2 am when I had the audacity to extinguish the flames.  

Up in SLC, I had a roommate who smoked pot in her room, had loud obnoxious sex that even the neighbors complained about, flushed paper towels down the toilet when she ran out of regular t.p., insulted my sister, and on top of everything else, shopped at Urban Outfitters.  I actually lived with her the longest out of all of them.

But I think the real high point of all my living experiences came earlier in the week, when my OCD landlady came over and pointed out all the flaws in the apartment I'd spent two days cleaning.  (I believe I've alluded to this in an earlier post.)  Well, a few days ago I left her a message to let her know I would be dropping off the keys on Thursday, if that was ok, and to call me back.  

She never called me back.  I felt a little weird about leaving the keys in the kitchen and the door unlocked, like she'd told me to, and therefore neglected to do it.

Today she called me, annoyed that the cleaning service she'd hired to repair all my slovenliness was standing outside the apartment, unable to get in.

One of my personal flaws is the occasional inability to respond to conflict when the moment requires.  Instead of pointing out that she'd never called me back to let me know leaving the keys was all right, I promptly apologized, jumped in my car and tore off to Salt Lake.

How much do you friendly readers want to bet she tries to take the cleaning lady's wasted time out of my deposit?

'Cause I got friends in low places

Official Bar Studying Day No. 3:

Drove my pops to Salt Lake.  

Met with Professional Development Services.

Went to lunch at Cafe Rio with Ryan.

Went to Gateway with Ryan and Chris, checked out the Apple Store and ate some Snowies.

Went to an open house for a new condo complex.  Mostly just wanted the free food.  Realize that today involved a lot of food.

Sat in the Sears parking lot and listened to the second half of the Civ Pro lecture.

Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are callin

Official Bar Studying Day No. 2:

Slept in until 11:30 - totally did not mean to do that.  Should not have given in to that last episode of Dexter.  However, will be blaming excessive sleep on lingering cold, not poor life decisions.

Checked some emails, looked for pro bono jobs.  Thought about hauling down all my stuff to D.I. ... decide to put that off until this weekend.

Poured myself a bowl of Corn Pops, settle down with my friendly little bar iPod again.

Watch your back, Civil Procedure.  I'm after you.  

Here's to the girl in the little red shoes

Official Bar Studying Day No. 1: 

At the Davis County Branch Library.  Listen to entire iPod lecture on partnerships.  Think to self, "This bar studying isn't so bad."

Look at the length of the other iPod lectures.  NINE HOURS OF CONTRACTS!?!?!?!?!  Egads.  I totally should have taken this whole thing a little more seriously last week, when I casually flipped through the bar books and called it good.  Decide to create a study schedule for the next two months.

Go get some food.  Successful at sneaking a Nielsen's lemon custard into a conference room - ha ha, foiled again, librarians! 

Take a break to cancel utilities at old apartment.  Still hate Qwest customer service.  How many times do I have to say I want to CANCEL my account, not add services?  (Three.)

Sigh.  Better get back to bar studying.  Take an MBE Practice test.  Kinda dread scoring it ...

Go home, watch some Dexter and hang out with my brothers.   

Listen to part of the Civ Pro iPod lecture.  Get distracted by the possibility of watching another episode of Dexter ...

Decide to blog my bar studying adventures.  Stay tuned for more exciting action!

Humility

Whenever you get too big for your britches (and no, I'm not talking about the tragic amount of weight I gained in college ... and added to in law school ... and then there was that cruise I went on ...), it's nice to know the universe will always be around to remind you that you're nothing special.

Like when you get your very last law school grade, and it's the worst you've ever gotten.  Yeah ... worse than Calculus in high school and worse than Organic Chemistry in college.  And this grade doesn't even appear next to a moderately difficult class -- no, it appears next to "Conflict Management," where we simulated mediations and talked about our feelings.  Damn you, feelings!

Or when you go to an electronics store, and the way the clerk is talking to you makes it clear that he thinks you haven't graduated high school yet, and maybe you should talk to your parents before committing to such a big expenditure?  

Or you play a round of Wii Fit, and realize that your ability to balance (that's right, just stand upright without moving) is apparently sub par.

Or someone offers you eight Lagoon tickets for the drumset you've been trying to sell on KSL.com for the last five months.  

Or after spending two days cleaning out your apartment (with familial help, natch), your landlady shows up and STILL says things aren't clean enough, and why don't you just go down to Home Depot and just buy all new stovetop grease catchers if you want your deposit back?

They're all little things, and they don't really matter, but it all helps keep life in perspective, no?

So here's to you, universe, for keepin it real.  :)

January 11, 2010 ...

... I will have a job.