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  • Friday, June 29, 2007
    Attempts at Being a Normal Person
    My family had to endure the story of the weird legal description question on today's MBE, and how my attempts at drawing the described piece of land resulted in a star-like pattern, and how my friend and I started laughing about it (I think we kept it silent, but due to my ear plugs' messing with my perception of sound, I'm not 100% sure ... I may have snorted) during the test.

    It's all I have to talk about: The bar exam.

    This week, that's going to change.

    Wanna know why?

    Because I'm not gonna study. Nope. I'm not. This is my plan:

    7 or 8 a.m.: Get up and go to the gym
    10 a.m.: Come home and shower, say bye to Beloved as he goes to the gym.
    11:30: Go with girls to "town" to get J's hair cut (E's not allowed to get her hair cut, no matter how much she begs) at noon. Probably get coffee and frappucinos. Maybe not.
    2 p.m. Pick up zipcar, drive to mall.
    2:30 p.m. Probably browse around some stores while waiting for my appt. at --
    3 p.m.: Take stupid demented lousy crappy fucked up laptop to the Apple store to get the plastic casing replaced (b/c they used shitty plastic on the early MacBooks which tend to get discolored and crack) and to complain about the fact that my fucking computer, which is less than one year old, won't stay asleep, and keeps cycling awake every 30 seconds, even when closed, and therefore running the battery down, and overheating, and pissing me off.
    4 p.m. (b/c I'm dreaming that the computer won't take longer than that, since I'm going to be in an Apple store on the weekend that the iPhone is released): come home and get Beloved and go to Target for toilet paper (which us girls go through at a rate of 8x faster than Beloved - at least. Girls.), and to Home Depot, b/c our couch is broked.

    uhhh, I don't know what else. But it doesn't include studying.

    Getting kids together with friends.
    Harry Potter 6.

    BarBri from 9:30 - 12:30 (why oh why do we have to do Professional Responsibility again? It just isn't fair, I mean, seriously. We took that test. We passed it. If we didn't pass it, in MA, we wouldn't be allowed to take this bigger, better, brighter, faster, harder, meaner test. So why the duplicity?).
    12:30 - head to the bowling alley.
    No, not to study.
    Beloved and I are going bowling with our girls.

    I have the day off. I'm spending it with my daughters. I think we're going to swim. And perhaps hang out in a cafe for a while. Maybe we'll watch the Price is Right. Maybe we'll sleep until noon. I'm really not sure yet.
    But I doubt I'll study.

    It's the 4th of July. Beloved volunteered to wake and leave early to go stake out a spot on the bank of the Charles River. The girls and I will ... I don't know. Maybe we'll pack up stuff. Maybe he will have already done it. I'm really not sure. But we'll meet him there in the early afternoon, and we'll hang out with the rest of Boston, and we'll go for walks up and down Newbury Street. Then we'll watch pretty explosions in the sky. Then we'll go home.

    I have class.
    Life sucks.
    Then I go home, and I help the girls pack for their father's house.
    life sucks.

    wake at 4 a.m.
    get picked up by taxi at 4:30 a.m.
    Arrive at airport at 5 a.m.
    Put girls on plane at 5:30 a.m.*
    Wait in airport until 6 a.m. for plane to take off.
    Go home.
    Go to BarBri for Corporations II with my 2nd least favorite lecturer (the Car Salesman).
    Go home.
    Start Studying.

    Don't stop Studying until July 24th. Or perhaps 25th.

    *I'm a little worried about this. They don't want to go. They have both told me on separate occasions that they've decided they're actually not going. J said she was going to break her leg, or somehow become hospitalized (!!!). E said she's just not. getting. on. the. plane. They've never outright rebelled against me on anything, other than a couple of weird fits that they've had, and I came down pretty hard with. But I really fear a scene in the airport. I don't like saying bye to my kids. And if it's going to be dramatic, and difficult, it's going to suck. (duh)

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