twisted.

My dream last night included scenes of a wedding cake tasting and snippets of Bar results. They are the two stresses of my life at the moment, where one simply cannot compare to the other.

I went on another interview yesterday. I realized it was just a waste of time until I find out whether I passed the Bar. I told a friend over lunch that I must have passed. I just must have. My theory has nothing to do with what I wrote on the exam. I figure, it's just not in my nature to fail...twice. If everything happens for a reason, as I'd like to think it does, I just can't imagine why I would need to fail this exam again. So in my mind, I'm convinced that I passed. Twisted logic? Not logical at all?

Sometimes I think, gosh my life is so damn pathetic. I apply to jobs, crossing my fingers that this time, I'll get an interview for the one I really want. Even wedding planning hasn't been that great of an experience when the ugly Bar cloud is permanently pinned above my head. All of this is not what I had in mind for my late-twenties. * sigh *

Please just let me have passed...