this is what my life is like on a daily basis

It's not easy to describe preparing for the bar exam. Even in a good economy, it’s sort of like combining the SATs, every SAT II ever conceived out of the wildest dreams of sadists and biology enthusiasts, the LSATs—actually a couple of LSATs, all with conflicting directions—and rolling them all up into one dastardly whole. No, wait, actually it's worse than that. It's sort of like if you took a scorpion tail, and made it bigger, and attached it to a lion's body, but stronger... No. Worse than that, too. See the problem here? Mere words cannot describe it.

Let me attempt to show you my feelings over the course of any given half hour:

First: Guilt!

"Are you studying? You're doodling again, aren't you?"

Second: Sadness!

I will suffocate to death alone and friendless in my apartment for no reason except that I am SUCH A FAILURE DEAR GOD WHY. Also I got eyeliner on my sad clown outfit. :'( (No, really, I did. Unfortunately purple eyeliner is not an effective doodling device.)

Third: Rare flashes of competence!

Blogger won't let me upload another picture here for some reason so here's this instead:

You're welcome.

Fourth: Boredom!

Much to my fiance's relief, I am slowly going through my highlighter collection. But there was a time when I could have done ridiculous pretend Chinese brush paintings in more colors than the rainbow. WAY more. Fuck rainbows.

Fifth: We must plug onwards. I can't think of a pithy word for that. "Persistence" sounds too optimistic. Hmm. I think I'll go with "Avast!" although to be honest I have no idea what "avast!" means except that pirates say it and it is awesome.

Oh--and sixth: Desire for amusing t-shirts. But that applies all the time, not just during bar prep.

I really wish that were a real show.

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It's no secret that I have a pretty serious caffeine addiction. Let's put it this way: when I worked at Starbucks (I have worked at three), I usually invented at least five totally awesome drinks before you were even AWAKE. Seriously, they were TOTALLY AWESOME. I developed a pretty serious twitch at my third Starbucks actually, which was interesting when I was driving to work across those two old, narrow bridges. I figured I was fine as long as I could still pour most of the espresso shots into the cup instead of on my hand. Besides have you ever had a quad grande americano with two pumps of white mocha? Freaking delicious.

The problem is that I no longer work at Starbucks (though I'm sure I'll be back there soon enough; thanks economy!). I just study all the damn time in a coffee-obsessed town, which means that the lines are too long for me to get enough coffee and still show up to class on time. Well, when I say on time, I mean five to ten minutes late; I have NEVER, as a matter of principle, been on time to my bar prep class. But you get the drift.

I may or may not have spilled coffee on this doodle while doodling it. Or it could have been chocolate. Or both? :(

Let's see that face again, shall we!

compusauce, inc.

This happens to you guys sometimes, right? From time to time?

Such issues.

Also, Smart Bitches is a fantastic website about sassy ladies who read romance novels. Check it out, yo.

Edit: Click it to make it bigger. And see all my badly erased pencil marks. Hey I never claimed to be quality.

it's true you know

Hey dudes.

Sometimes it's like lawyers and non-lawyers speak a totally different language. Once, when I was still in law school (aye, those were the... well... whatever), a lawyer who specialized in bridging the communication gap between lawyers and non-lawyers came in to talk to us about trial strategy. "The thing is," he said, "lawyers tend to be analytical and objective, but most people, i.e. all those pesky nonlawyers who will be on your jury, are emotive and subjective."

"Of course!" said my brain. "Jurors! They emote!"

Since that fateful day I have channeled my more emotive tendencies into mildly deranged doodles. If you suffered through three years of law school, only to take your bar prep course during a really crappy recession, what would you do?

Draw Robin Hood in skimpy pantaloons. That's what you would do.

... Right?