I hate Hawaii. It took Brookles AND Kate away from me. You know what Hawaii? You are probably going to sink into the ocean soon. AND I"M GONNA GET MY FRIENDS BACK. On the mainland- where it is safe. 

Me on July 30, 2014 at approximately 4:35 PM:
We're so close, everyone!

When someone asks me how long it's been since I've gone out:

Somebody ate my burrito and I'm angry - A Shaun Odyssey

Here I am, hard at work Bar Prepping, and somebody ate a prepared burrito that I bought from Trader Joe's. Let me explain why this seemingly innocuous act has pissed me off so much, to the point that I am wasting valuable study time writing this.

For the past two weeks I've been in overdrive mode for the Bar. Prior to that I was studying, but the intensity wasn't that great and I felt like I was floundering using Kaplan's lecture based system. So here I am, doing my own thing now as I suspect most of you are as well. During my hardcore study times I actually take my ADD medicine, which makes me not want to eat. I have to force myself to eat when I am on this stuff because if I don't I simply won't eat and get weak. I also have been feeling physically sick any moment that I am not studying because of the pressure that I feel to pass this god awful test. As a result I am refusing to cook, and am only eating prepared food from the grocery store. Yesterday for instance, I ate half of a crab louis salad around 10am, and then ate a thai noodle salad at 8 pm. All in all I'd say I'm taking in about 1/5 of my normal caloric intake and I think it's starting to get to me.

With that in mind I made a conscious decision this past weekend to buy some more substantial prepared food. Among my choices was a burrito from trader joes. I packed everything away in the communal fridge, putting my stuff on my shelf. I was really looking forward to eating that burrito today, but sometime between sunday night and tuesday night, some inconsiderate A-Hole snuck into the fridge and ate it. My anger is amplified by the following facts:

1. It was on my shelf.
2. Nobody else goes to Trader Joes and it had TRADER JOE'S written all over it.
3. I'm right here all day all the time, it's not like you couldn't have asked if it was mine.
4. Nobody is taking responsibility for this crime. In fact, it has been suggested that it could have been my roommates friend who visited her from portland this weekend. Well, good try but she left sunday night before I had put away the burrito.

ALL I WANTED WAS THAT F-ING BURRITO, AND NOW I AM BURRITO LESS. NOT TO MENTION THAT BURRITO COST ME ABOUT$5!!! ASDHDFJKSKFJGSDJG

So here I am. So far today I have eaten only two packages of top ramen. I'm literally going to starve.

Sidenote: If I smell weed one more time in violation of my no weed smoking in the apartment I'm going to take any weed supplies that I find and burn them in a dumpster. That'll cure any munchies that may be responsible for this crime.

ASDFJGKDFGNDFG! If you can't tell I am furious.

The number one question I would like to ask the bar examiners:

When I start an essay and I think I'm gonna totally nail it

What I imagine I will be like when my mom tries to wake me up and drive me to the bar exam next week.