Collateral Evidence

Now I am a real woman

That sucked--well, bad names for male anatomy. The bad parts of it. Mostly because I have no freaking idea how I did. The bar gods spared me property and tax (yay!), but spanked me with secured trans.

You know how every bystander interviewed on the local news sounds like a moron? I mean, some of those people must be reasonably intelligent, right? But none of them can string a coherent sentence together. That's how I felt today. I know the rules (okay, not secured trans beyond attachment/perfection, but mostly), and I found myself rambling on about stuff regardless. I feel like I spanked evidence and contracts, but honestly, I just don't know.

The MPT, eh. I spent like 2 minutes on the remedies at the end, but had addressed them at least a little elsewhere, so I'm hoping that'll get me my 70 points. 6 pages and a hand cramp has to be worth something these days.

On another note, I love my school. I mean, I hate about the poor planning of maintenance still. They're not forgiven. But the alumni relations. Hell, I'll flunk the bar just for the free chair massage one more time. Okay, not really. Actually, I'm pretty much an agnostic, but I tried to cut a deal with God today: I won't move to another jurisdiction that I can't waive into if I can just pass the first time. Please.

posted by collateral evidence @ 6:53 PM