BBD

I have officially diagnosed myself with BBD. Barzam Bipolar Disorder.

I get two MBE questions in a row right and I'm like "YESSSSSSSSSSSSS I am SO freaking smart and I SO got this this time!"

And then I get two MBE questions wrong and I want to cry and lock myself in a closet because OMG I AM NEVER EVER EVER EVER GOING TO PASS THIS AWFUL TEST.



I need a mood stabilizer.
Or perhaps a tranquilizer.

I don't know if it's insomnia, nerves/stress, too much caffeine, annoyance over people being assholes, or what, but I've had a hell of a time sleeping the last few nights.
Even if I try to take a nap, I don't feel rested afterwards.

I think the stress of doing this for a third time is just starting to get to me.... Which is seriously bad news considering there are still 4 weeks to go.

That combined with my usual jaw clenching/teeth grinding during stress and dealing with several friends who have been exactly the opposite of friendly, and I'm feeling straight up stabby.
And I miss my dog. :(

I can do anything for 4.5 weeks.

I can handle anything for just 4.5 more weeks.

I can miss out on fun for just 4.5 more weeks.

I can chug caffeine instead of taking naps for just 4.5 more weeks.

I can study the same shit for the third time for just 4.5 more weeks.

I can be crabby for just 4.5 more weeks.

I can hit the library instead of the pool for just 4.5 more weeks.

I can spend [mom's] money on tutoring instead of shoes for just 4.5 more weeks.

I can handle anything for just 4.5 weeks.

Right?

Oh hai.

Just checking in to tell you I'm alive.

Not much new to report.

I've eaten Chick-Fil-A three times in the last seven days.

Studying lots this week so I can take Saturday and Sunday off... one of my good friends from law school is getting married on Saturday and Sunday is gay pride.

When I told the groom that I had plans to challenge his boss and former Chicago mayoral candidate to a pushup contest on the dance floor, I was told that I will only be given two drink tickets while everyone else gets an open bar.
But then I helped him pick out his tux shoes so I think we're all good now.

Here's a picture of the bride-to-be with her almost in-law's new puppy, Cora Belle.

Zilla Out.

Let's Say

So let's say about six months ago you're "dating" this dude. The Dude. And you actually really like him, but he's got a reputation, and true to reputation form, he does things like only calling you at 1AM on a Friday night after not having heard from him for over a week.

So let's say you tell this guy, "listen buddy, that's not what I'm all about, so BEAT IT. Delete my number, because I don't want to hear from you again."

And he does. And six months go by and you don't hear from him again. And it's good because you're a nice girl who is looking for a nice guy, but you're sad because you actually did kinda like him. He's tall and funny and has a good job and all the things that you generally required of someone who is going to be boyfriend material. With some extras - like being super cute.

And then on a beautiful Sunday afternoon you're sitting at your pool next to your friends and you're chatting and you see someone waving at you from across the pool. And you're like "hmmm who's that", and then you realize IT'S THE DUDE.

And it kind of freaks you out but whatever it's Chicago you're bound to run into each other again at some point.

So let's say you chalk it up to a freak incident and move on with your life.

Then let's say you're coming home from work on a Monday evening and you walk in to the lobby of your building and BOOM. THE DUDE. THERE HE IS. AGAIN. AT YOUR HOME. AGAIN.

So you're like Holy Shit, he's either stalking me, OR HE'S MOVED IN TO MY BUILDING.

So let's say you send him a facebook message, and it turns out, YEP. HE MOVED IN TO YOUR BUILDING.
OF ALL THE BUILDINGS IN CHICAGO, HE PICKED YOUR BUILDING TO MOVE IN TO.
And yes, he knew it was your building.


Let's say you tell some of your good friends, to gauge their reactions, because you aren't sure if yours is appropriate:

me: O

NO

[The Dude] MOVED IN TO MY BUILDING

S: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

LKASJFLKAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

one more.

me: omg. stop. i hate you.

S: AHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhaAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA

whew. that was good. ok. wiping the tears now.

youre lucky i brought my mascara today

Ugh.
WHY ME.

It's here It's here It's finally here!

I've been waiting OH SO VERY LONG and IT'S FINALLY HERE!

THE FIRST CHICK-FIL-A IN CHICAGO IS OPENING!!!!!!

Actually it's opening on Thursday but since I have a twitter addiction I scored an invite to a little preview party tonight! I have my fingers crossed for lots and lots of waffle fries!!! HOORAY!

Fingers crossed that special prized = FREE CHICK-FIL-A!

I'm sure I'll be tweeting the event if you'd like to follow along... @legallyfab1

CHAMPIONS

I am so so so so so happy!

Simply Amazing.
Proud to be a MFFL!

Hard Working Law School Graduates

N:  This judge on the foreclosure call in cook is recusing herself on all citimortgage cases.

Citimortgage has about half the cases on her call

  me:  how come??

she going through a citimortgage foreclosure?

lol

  N:  Her relative is lobbying for citimortgage

 me:  gotcha.

 N:  If I was a judge I would get all my cousins lobbyist jobs for banks so I wouldn't have to do a fucking thing all day

 me:  lol

right?

and who says you're not a hard worker?

NBA Finals Humor

Text from My mom:

"Dad said he's gonna start calling Elle 'Peja' because she's a mouth breather like Peja"

Game 4 Tonight! Need a win, Let's Go Mavs!

MFFL!

How I Meet Men

G-chat from law school classmate:

S:  hey there

how do you look up inmates

i know thats how you find guys to fall for

 me:  federal or state?

LOL

 S:  state

 me:  IDOC

http://www.idoc.state.il.us/subsections/search/default.asp

S:  thanks

 me:  and as for how i find my men -

http://www.meet-an-inmate.com/

 Sarah:  that was too fast a copy paste for this not to be true

SURVIVED

Yesterday, as I blogged about a while back, was Murph Day at  my CrossFit gym.

Run 1 Mile

100 Pullups

200 Pushups

300 Squats

Run 1 Mile....

I am a PROUD finisher.

It took my 1 hour and 7 minutes, which was one of the slowest times in the gym, and my knees are torn up from doing knee pushups, but I DID IT!

And today I can barely lower myself on to the toilet my legs are so sore.
OW.

Pretty Things

Lately this blog has been full of the sadz and the mads.
So, enough bitching, let's talk about pretty happy things.

I have a bazillion friends happy and in love, so that means their daddies buy me hours of open bars and I buy them pretty things.

(Just purchased several sets of crystal champagne flutes from Tiffany's for friends gettin hitched in the upcoming weeks/months) (if you're one of those friends and you read the blog, act surprised)

Other things that make me happy?

Walking to get frozen yogurt at the new self-serve frozen yogurt place in the hood. I get to take a stroll in the beautiful warm weather (finally!), choose my flavors,  and then I get to put as much topping on it as possible! HOORAY!

image from the RedEye

Cake batter fro yo and gummy bears. YUM

POOL SEASON!

Dallas Mavericks in the NBA Finals (Game 2 tonight!)

Illinois issuing civil union licenses yesterday and performing the first ceremonies today. Proud of my adopted state!

my NoH8 pic, taken October 2010

Oh and I got 13/17 on a torts practice MBE set. Which made me REALLY happy after I got 6/17 on a contracts set.

Anything in particular giving you the happiez today?

Why does nothing ever work?

Last week Aetna rejected my health insurance application because I took accutane for acne 2 years ago. (No, this is not a lie).

The idiot of an insurance agent I was working with won't return my phone calls or e-mails (thanks, you're a gem), so I had to apply online for a bunch of other companies.

Humana sends me an e-mail that they've approved me, so log in and they'll give me the details.

For a mere $225 a month (25% of my monthly income), they'll insure me. However they won't cover any prescriptions, including antidepressants or adderall, and I have a $5,000.00 deductible.

So basically they want 25% of my monthly income to cover nothing. And I get to pay out of pocket for all medications. GEE how can I thank you Humana?

Unfortunately I don't really have a choice but to take it, so I log in to try to complete the application and have them charge my credit card, etc....

I am directed to the log in screen.
Log in.
Click "finish my application."
Directed to the log in screen.
Log in.
Click "finish my application."
Directed to the log in screen.

Over. And over. And over. And over.

SERIOUSLY?!?!?!!?!?
Why does nothing ever work?

I am about to break out in hives at the thought of having to call Humana and try to sort this out over the phone.

I am approximately 3 days away from quitting my life.