Thirty Percent

Each day I'm becoming more and more convinced that come September I will find myself among Oregon's thirty percent of unsuccessful bar applicants. (In other words, I'm going to fail.) I just took an entire insane week off from studying due to wedding craziness- and had SO MUCH FUN doing it! But now I can't get back to the grind. Eighteen days...

To make matters worse, I have also failed my friend of the same name in her mission created for me. I was to play the field and keep everything casual and date at least two guys at once. I found that I suck at that. I wish I could be more like RC. But I can't get this new, amazing, entertaining, fun, sweet guy out of my head. (In other words, I don't want to.) I also love his dog. There is frightening potential here.

What am I going to do?! Eighteen days to change my life.