Today I received 3 boxes of beautifully fresh food, which were delivered by two able-bodied men direcly to my apartment from Fresh Direct. You simply cannot imagine how cool that is, unless you have food delivered to your apartment on a regular basis, and in that case - well I have nothing to impress you with. This was of course Vadim's idea, as a response to my refusal to do any housework now that my life is being poisoned by Bar Exam studying. And what a great idea it was! Now, all we need for total laziness (hmm... I meant to say total happiness) is a pick-up and drop-off laundry service. And if the price also included them putting all the clothes into their proper drawers, and changing the sheets - that would be just top notch.
As mentioned above, studying for the bar is poisoning my life, and also sucking out my soul. I hope I am being expressive enough. There is simply no joy in things anymore. And although the process itself is tedious enough, my feelings are augmented by the thought that there is not likely to be any reward once it is all done. It's not like I can say "my gosh! All I ever wanted out of my life is to become an attorney, so once I am done with this hellish stage, I will be so happy!" When the reality is, I am probably never going to be happy with anything that I do. Thus, the necessity of doing this is that much more grim. Also, I just don't seem to have any desire for... well anything. Whenever anybody mentions my wedding, I just want to roll my eyes. I don't care about the wedding, and what's even crazier is I've lost my sex drive. And while it might be "normal" for most women blah blah blah, I have never suffered from this affliction, so this is a biggie.
Although there are certain memorable moments during my lectures which make the process bearable. Today, for instance, our contracts lecturer was about to come to an end of his notes. He kept repeating that this was our last hour together after 8 hours of contracts, and we have finally gotten to the last subject that he was going to go over. Then he said "what's with all the page shuffling? Are you looking towards the end to see how many pages we have left? And this after all the hours we have spent together! Here I thought we had formed a bond. But I see that I was wrong. Well.. you can calm down. We're going to be done on page 55..." Then he took a long pause, and finished off with "Assholes!" There was an erruption of laughter, followed by a round of applause. Very cute.
Today I skipped a part of my bar review lecture and instead went to have my legs waxed. I made the horrible mistake of being too lazy last time to do this, and shaved instead. As a result - the utter torture that I experienced during this prolonged process was indescribable. So either I am never waxing again, or I am never shaving again.. not sure which one.
As mentioned above, studying for the bar is poisoning my life, and also sucking out my soul. I hope I am being expressive enough. There is simply no joy in things anymore. And although the process itself is tedious enough, my feelings are augmented by the thought that there is not likely to be any reward once it is all done. It's not like I can say "my gosh! All I ever wanted out of my life is to become an attorney, so once I am done with this hellish stage, I will be so happy!" When the reality is, I am probably never going to be happy with anything that I do. Thus, the necessity of doing this is that much more grim. Also, I just don't seem to have any desire for... well anything. Whenever anybody mentions my wedding, I just want to roll my eyes. I don't care about the wedding, and what's even crazier is I've lost my sex drive. And while it might be "normal" for most women blah blah blah, I have never suffered from this affliction, so this is a biggie.
Although there are certain memorable moments during my lectures which make the process bearable. Today, for instance, our contracts lecturer was about to come to an end of his notes. He kept repeating that this was our last hour together after 8 hours of contracts, and we have finally gotten to the last subject that he was going to go over. Then he said "what's with all the page shuffling? Are you looking towards the end to see how many pages we have left? And this after all the hours we have spent together! Here I thought we had formed a bond. But I see that I was wrong. Well.. you can calm down. We're going to be done on page 55..." Then he took a long pause, and finished off with "Assholes!" There was an erruption of laughter, followed by a round of applause. Very cute.
Today I skipped a part of my bar review lecture and instead went to have my legs waxed. I made the horrible mistake of being too lazy last time to do this, and shaved instead. As a result - the utter torture that I experienced during this prolonged process was indescribable. So either I am never waxing again, or I am never shaving again.. not sure which one.
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