I know, I know, I know. This sad-looking entry "design," if you can call it that, is lame lame lame. I thought the sidebar brushy thing was too big, so I had grand plans to fuss with it and narrow it down, but who has time? (If you do, for goodness' sake, feel free to help me out here.)
You will notice some new titles and such on the index page. I've been having way too much fun with my little-bird-dropped-it-in-my-lap Photoshop. I just don't have an eye for design, but I at least know what anti-aliasing means now, and I'm trying. (I made the bio page look a little better, I think.)
I have just this morning completed what is in fact a nightmare for anyone who is as organizationally challenged as I am: My bar exam application.
I'm actually quite proud of the productive morning I've had so far. Here it is, 9:57 a.m., and I'm showered, dressed, and already put in a couple hours' work on the application and my paper.
It's mostly because of daylight savings, and how bright my room gets in the morning, I can't seem to sleep in anymore. I'm regularly getting up at 6:30, 6:45, when I used to be able to make it all the way to quarter of 8.
Anyway, the bar exam application is this hideous document that has been nagging at me for a couple of months now. The deadline for a postmark is April 30. The fact that I'm actually getting it mailed out on April 25 is a HUGE improvement for me.
But oh, what I had to go through to get it completed. Every address I've had for the last 10 years (there were 11 of them). The address, phone number, and supervisor's name for every job I've had in the last 10 years (there were 13 of those). Information regarding credit card revocations (2 of them, thankyouverymuch). Information regarding traffic violations in the last five years (just one, my favorite: a ticket for failure to travel in a single lane in west Texas when I was driving from Los Angeles to here. I have no records of it anywhere, so the information I filled out for location is "Interstate 10, somewhere in west Texas." Date: "Sometime in July 1997." Disposition: "I paid the fine."). All current student loan balances, service companies, lenders. Names and addresses of six people who can verify that I'm not a fugitive from justice or a crackhead.
And the whole bleepin' thing had to be typed, which is incredibly time-consuming. Pennsylvania's bar application can be filled out electronically, but not Missouri. Fortunately I found someone who is taking Delaware, and hers had to be typed too, and she actually had a functioning electronic typewriter for me to borrow.
Technically, of course, I'm still not done. I have to go to the state police headquarters outside town and get fingerprinted (they provided the little card I have to send back), and attack the only woman at the law school who's a notary, to verify the signature on eight different pieces of paper in the application.
THEN I have to make two copies of it, one to send to them with the original, one for me to keep.
THEN I will be able to put it in the mail. And hope for the best.
I had some concerns about my credit problems, but here's what someone pointed out to me: There are only four states where you can't sit for the bar if you're a convicted felon. If they're not concerned about felons, they can't be all that concerned about the financially irresponsible, right? Right?
I can't really be any more pathetic, I know, but I can't wait for Celebrity Millionaire next week. Never mind exams.
In other television notes, I was discussing this with the girls last weekend, but those Jean/Khaki "West Side Story" Gap commercials are fucking brilliant. I don't want stock in Gap, I want stock in their ad agency. Ever since the Swing commercial, their ads have been out of this world. (Except for that Mellow Yellow one, but that's just me.)
Finally, even if you don't watch "The X-Files" regularly, even if you never watch it, even if you hate it, you really ought to watch it this week. For those of you who don't plan their Fridays around the new issue of Entertainment Weekly, Hollywood is making a movie of one of Mulder and Scully's cases, and they go to the set to consult. Garry Shandling plays Mulder, Tea Leoni plays Scully, Duchovny wrote and directed, and it's supposed to be hysterical.
Again, not that I have exams or anything.
Finally, please send all those good get-well-kitty thoughts and wishes to Rob and Julie for Bloo, who had emergency surgery this week. You all were so good to me back in February when Sukie was sick, and all the good vibes worked wonders. Aim them just a bit further east and north this time.
You can tell if your water is hard or soft by looking at your ice cubes. Hard-water cubes have a white spot in the center where minerals congregate; soft-water cubes are uniformly cloudy.
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