Pardon me if this entry has many misspellings, words that really aren't words, or makes no sense. I got no sleep last night, have been out of bed since 7am, haven't eaten, and just got home from the MPRE. There's an experience I never want to have again. Unfortunately, with the way it went I have a feeling I'll be doing it all over in November.

Carrie and Trish (two friends from Pepperdine) arrived at my apartment around 9:30am. We took my car and headed into L.A. Blah. I never want to work downtown. The drive there was slow and hellish. I had MapQuested out the directions to the L.A. Convention Center, but it gave me wrong directions and we ended up getting kind of lost on the side streets of L.A. When we finally found the Convention Center it took awhile to find the parking lot. They're well hidden so anyone looking for them is sure to miss them.

Once we got parked and entered the Convention Center we looked around for signs leading to the room where the MPRE was being held. We should have known that if it was hard to find parking, they wouldn't put any signs up inside on where to go. So, after wandering around for awhile we finally found out where we were supposed to be. Unfortunately, none of us ended up in the same group. I was in Group B, Carrie was in Group C, and Trish was in whatever group was for the people at the very end of the alphabet (her last name begins with a Z).

The proctor for my group was a retard. The rules said you could only have pencils at the desk with you. So I put my purse on the outside of the room without complaint. She then chided me for having a pencil sharpener and an eraser there with me as well. "Are those pencils dear?" she said to me. "No, but they're for pencils." I replied. "Are they pencils?" she asked once again. "Well, this one is called a pencil sharpner - it has the word pencil in it." I snapped back. She then gave me the look. The look that told me if I didn't put that evil pencil sharpner and eraser to the side of the room that I would get my ass kicked out of there. So I did, and she moved on to ask the girl next to me if her bottle of water was a pencil. *sighs*

The test itself wasn't too bad. 50 questions in 2 hours. I was able to finish the exam. However, the questions were hard and were not at all what I learned in my summer school class. A lot of people there had taken professional MPRE review sessions. I was working off of what I had learned in class and a statute book. I don't think I passed. In fact, I'm pretty sure I'll be taking it again come November. Carrie and Trish feel the same way, so maybe we'll be in the same boat.

After the test I drove back to my place in scary heavy traffic. L.A. drivers can kiss my ass. They need to be shot. Especially when a lane you're in is turning into an exit lane and they won't let you merge to stay on the freeway. Fuckers. If you let someone merge into your lane, I promise you it won't make you any later to wherever the fuck you're going. If you don't let people merge, your an asshole. And if you're one of those people who doesn't let people merge, don't let me know. I'll prolly slug you.

Wow, that was scary. Tired rantings of a psychotic law student. Okay, it's time I log off and take a nap before I rant about anything else. I think I used up all my swear words for the day. I can't even see straight right now. Must sleep.