Wow. My head exploded. That feels neat.

[summer_jackel]

So, like, yeah. I took the bar.

I'm a little dazed right now and probably not coherent enough to be writing in this thing, but what the hey. It's over.

Yowzers! It's Over!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I won't go into all the bloody steaming details...the great majority of people reading this thing will have heard me whining about it since before last summer and are, I'm sure, all mightily happy to hear the end of it. Suffice to say that it was all one should expect from 18 hours' worth of diabolical, icky and just plain strange legal questions taken in a downright Orwellian setting. It was hard. It was one of the less pleasant things I've ever done in my life. It's over. I hope I passed it; I am gaurdedly optimistic on that score.

Not totally all bad, though. Anna and I provided good emotional support for one another during breaks in the ordeal...it was nice to have a friend suffering similarly. (wait, that isn't a very nice sentiment, is it?) The Oakland Marriot is a reeeeealy plush hotel, and, being the unapologetically hedonistic little thing I am, I enjoyed it for all it was worth. (especially the view of a huge lightning storm from the 16th floor! Wow! That was cool...although it didn't help me sleep.) Robynne and household, being the wonderful folks they are, supplied fabulous support, love and crash space both before and after the event, and hanging out at their den is always fun. Thank goodness for pack, yes? If it weren't for the bar exam part, I'd have had a grand vacation. ;)

So yeah. My brain is liquid. Wow. It's...over. Unreal.

*pup wobbles a little bit, blinks twice, and falls over dead.*

Jackel...the lawyer?

Comments

[spacebabie.livejournal.com]

Now that it's over...does this mean you have more tiem for fanfic...I need a Jackel fic fix.

p'raps...

[summer-jackel.livejournal.com]

Oooh, I might just have a few things up my sleeve. I've been meaning to write the story that explains how and why I put Demona and Leo together for the longest time. And there's some other stuff too. But I need to not be dead first.

Re: p'raps...

[(Anonymous)]

(Auntie Ellen fans an unresponsive, tongue-lolling-out-of-the-mouth Jackel and passes a snifter of warm brandy under the patient's nostrils.)

[martes.livejournal.com]

I gots my fingers crossed for you!

*squee*

[mooncatx.livejournal.com]

It's over!!! Now it's COOKIE TIME!!! -- unlimited cookies are your reward *^_^* ... *wafts fresh baked cookie scent onto jackel muzzle*

awww cute jackel pup all unconcious????

*moonkitty glomps soft soft jackel and buries muzzle into wuffy tickle spots... High Velocity PURR mode!!!! fur purr molest!!!!*

*evil grin*
>^,,^