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Staring into the Abyss...
Feb. 22nd, 2004 04:14 pmSo I head to Oakland to take the Bar, the first day of which is Tuesday, tomorrow. Why am I not studying? As if there was anything that more studying would do for me at this point, anyway. Plus, I've been doing it all day. My brain feels a little bit like underdone jello, dribbling quietly into the world through my ear canals. ewwwwwwwwww. *there's* an image we didn't need, right?
time to make that "brain" jell-o mold. It's very realistic and lifelike when made, especially when garnished with gummi worms.
It's a fascinating feeling. On the one paw, I'm terrified. On the other, I'm not...just a little exasperated it's not over yet, because at this point, I've *been* terrified about the bar for so long there's just not a whole lot of emotion left in me to feel about it any more. What is there to say about a task like this one? It will be over soon, at which point, I will either have passed it, and be happy, or not, and have to rinse-wash-repeat the last six months of my life. You can only live in wide-eyed panic for so long.
Spring is coming. Even though it is raining (my favorite weather, really) the quality of the rain has changed. The plum tree outside my window is beginning to bloom (although the rain is striking the fragile white blossoms off.) The geese are heading north again.
And my huskies are shedding---their coats never lie. Pryde is already done with it; he's always gorgeous. Fenris *looks* like she has short hair until the spring blow...I'm perpetually amazed at how much fur that beast actually has. Jezibel looks awful when she sheds---she blows the old coat before the undercoat is all in and is patchy and scruffy for about a month 'til it is all sorted out. So I brush, brush, brush, with Fen trying to escape because she dosen't like extended sessions, and Pryde trying to put himself between the brush and Fen because *he* wants to get brushed *all day long*, and Jez just looking kind of pathetic. Oh yeah, and Rogue reminding me that a 25-lb sheltie can shed almost as much as a 50-lb Jezibel.
Some things never change, and that's for the best, really. I'll come home from the bar, and have dogs to brush, and a creek running, and the approach of spring. And whatever happened, it won't really be so bad.
Jackel
time to make that "brain" jell-o mold. It's very realistic and lifelike when made, especially when garnished with gummi worms.
It's a fascinating feeling. On the one paw, I'm terrified. On the other, I'm not...just a little exasperated it's not over yet, because at this point, I've *been* terrified about the bar for so long there's just not a whole lot of emotion left in me to feel about it any more. What is there to say about a task like this one? It will be over soon, at which point, I will either have passed it, and be happy, or not, and have to rinse-wash-repeat the last six months of my life. You can only live in wide-eyed panic for so long.
Spring is coming. Even though it is raining (my favorite weather, really) the quality of the rain has changed. The plum tree outside my window is beginning to bloom (although the rain is striking the fragile white blossoms off.) The geese are heading north again.
And my huskies are shedding---their coats never lie. Pryde is already done with it; he's always gorgeous. Fenris *looks* like she has short hair until the spring blow...I'm perpetually amazed at how much fur that beast actually has. Jezibel looks awful when she sheds---she blows the old coat before the undercoat is all in and is patchy and scruffy for about a month 'til it is all sorted out. So I brush, brush, brush, with Fen trying to escape because she dosen't like extended sessions, and Pryde trying to put himself between the brush and Fen because *he* wants to get brushed *all day long*, and Jez just looking kind of pathetic. Oh yeah, and Rogue reminding me that a 25-lb sheltie can shed almost as much as a 50-lb Jezibel.
Some things never change, and that's for the best, really. I'll come home from the bar, and have dogs to brush, and a creek running, and the approach of spring. And whatever happened, it won't really be so bad.
Jackel
