Mo' Money Mo' Problems

November 16, 2010
I never remember my dreams, but this one is just crazy. I think I remember them when I'm barely awake, but still dreaming. I'm climbing something for some reason and I end up in a penthouse overlooking New York City. There's loads of awesome kittens there and they're rainbow colored. And they're changing rainbow colors at the same time. Shit's mad crazy, reminds me of salvia time. We also get into a conversation about Beyonce songs. It's so random.

November 19, 2010
I guess this would be a good time to write an update on my LSAT business. I just felt so much more drive when studying before and it has gotten exponentially harder. I had a true two months after my first try in October. Now I am down to three weeks and I do not feel any more confident about the test than the first time.
Usually, I consider myself pretty good about this stuff. I never break deadlines. I have had no problems with finals or writing papers. Even weekly readings, I stayed on top of those, but this test is so disheartening. A challenge is not an issue for me when I can see what I am doing, understand everything about it, and continue on from there so I no longer make the same mistake. The LSAT has been a different animal.
The test is not impossible and I learn from some of the mistakes that I make. For some others though, I can only shrug and say, "What can I do?" It's like a tree branch falling on your car. You can be disappointed about it, but no one actually blames themselves if that occurs.
Even ones where I eventually find where I went wrong, that is with perfect information and infinite time. On the actual timed test, there’s no second guessing. I have to pick an answer that sounds right and jump on that with instincts. There’s no time to pick apart every answer option. And with that limitation, there is an example where things just feel out of my hands.
Mistakes are great because you can put yourself in mindset that you were in when you made it and prevent that exact train of thought. There’s a feeling of accomplishment everytime you improve, execute better, and get awarded with the results. I love mistakes.
Winning is only ever the end result. The true goal is to be better and that only comes with mistakes.
Either way, I think the only way to deal with this slump is to man up, put my head down, and grind through it. It’ll be rough though. I keep running questions where I just want to give up. I’ll have to see where the next few weeks take me.

November 20, 2010
Yelp event today. The event is at a classy, semi-dimly lit bar/restaurant. It is the usual entrance, someone is at the front to check your name and you get a name tag. I actually really like it in case you forget someone’s name. The real reason is that Yelpers go by first name and first letter of last name, e.g., Darwin G. It helps you recognize someone’s reviews by their Yelp name.
I meet up with Stefan who is blitzed after pregaming a Four Loco. He’s shot out of a cannon and I tell him to calm down and grab me a drink while I go to the coat check (cute coat check girl, should’ve picked up her number). We start off with a Moscow Mule, which is made with vodka, ginger beer, and some citrusy. I’m usually not a fan of ginger beer because of its sharpness, but it does contribute to a fine cocktail. As for food, there are people walk around with trays of hors d'oeuvres: Zuchinni sticks, lox on pumpernickel, meatballs, spicy tuna on a chip. Very good snacks.
We get into a conversation wth this massage therapist and an elementary school teacher. A bit into it, one of the girls tries to grab the other way and says, “Hey, lets get drinks.” Stefan doesn’t read it and replies, “But your drink is still full.” They eventually say they have to go to the bathroom and walk away. Stefan immediately jumps and says, “I’m down for that Christina girl!”
Here’s a lesson: It’s important to know when a set is over. It is very awkward to stand there and try to fake a conversation when you know that one of the gals is trying to pry her friend away. The worst is when it is after multiple attempts and you convince them somehow to not go, but they keep trying to go. Then again, wingmen are there occupy the cockblocker and stop her mischievous motives.
Stefan finds another set to talk to talk to. They eventually send him off to get them drinks. I try to entertain. Apparently they’re a bit older despite looking like my age. When he gets back and it turns out that they cut off the bar because it hit 9:00. Good thing I’m a champ about it and camped out the bar a few minutes before the clock struck.
The same issue actually comes up as with the previous set. They move into their side of the booth and whisper to each other some stuff. Apparently they have some story to tell, but it’s obviously a, “So… What do we do about these two dudes here?” They eventually had had enough when Stefan came back empty handed. As a new haircut would say, “Fuckin’ skanks.”
Gay story: At the table with the two girls is some dude dressed like Bagger. The event is Prohibition styled and people were encouraged to come dressed up. I don’t know where the conversation starts, but this dude we met before talks to us after the do girls left. I get real skeeved when he grabs my knee a few times. I press the issue and make a comment like, “I think your gaydar is way off.” Fuckin’ creeper.
This event is really cool despite only being there for less than an hour. It was 2 hour long. There’s one next month, but it’s on the same week as the LSAT, so I won’t be able to go to that. I should actually look forward to these more. It’s an awesome situation to meet some new people and open some new connections. Love y’all and all, but it’s good to have different groups and friends. I guess I’m looking for the one that comes in January.
Shortly after this, we cab downtown for some Baoguette and I’m really tired so I’m not in the mood for staying out so I end up taking the 11:19 back.