GA Bar results were released today:
http://www.gabaradmissions.org/

Spell check insists it is "plead". I disagree.

I got an email response to last night's blog about the phone call. It seems it was just a random wrong number after all. I guess I could have just called the number back and found that out, but I was pretty convinced I knew who it was. That and I was in the middle of moving. Happy ending. The end.

Next court story: 2 women were facing the court for public drunkenness and for fighting. They both appeared in jeans (from the early 90s--acid wash, meow!) and a nasty t-shirt. They both also wore their thin blonde hair in a long dirty ponytail. I want you to really imagine the hair--long, stringy, and greasy. Why was their hair so long, why? Did they think it was sexy, or are they religious nuts? Can't be the religion thing, they weren't wearing long denim skirts and keds--and they were drunk. I found out later that these 2 are a couple. One of them pled guilty to being drunk and the other gal said she wasn't drunk and pled not-guilty. My new republican boyfriend (the judge) found her guilty, and they have been raising hell at city hall ever since. I went to the swearing in of the new assistant police chief last night, and the dynamic dirty dyke duo were there to raise some hell about the one chick being found guilty. Ladies, you appeal to the court not to the police chief, the city clerk, and the court employees. They still haven't filed an appeal. The judge was there last night. We shook hands. It was hot. I know all the gossip on him--he broke up with his long-term girlfriend (some Asian chick with a kid) last week (the same day we met) and he has serious commitment issues. He ran for state senate as a republican a few years ago--he lost, obviously. He also used to date a pregnant, married attorney that I met, but she dumped him after he couldn't commit. Let me be clear--she is pregnant now, by her husband. She was not preggers while with the judge--well, maybe she was, but if she was, it was not for long. She appears in his court and has to call him your honor. I love that. I will only date attorneys in the hopes that one day I will be a judge and former romantic partners will be forced to call me "your honor". Awesome.

Remember: do not give hints of my new residence. Hell-hole counts as a hint, Rachel.
I have been looking for jobs in our new awesome destination. I have to start thinking about applying for the bar in awesome state, too.

So the other day I got a strange voicemail of a woman screaming something unintelligible. I thought at first it was my sister Renee because she often leaves me weird messages where she is half yelling half singing. I didn't recognize the number, and it was not someone programmed in my phone, so I deleted the message right after listening to it. I assumed it was a wrong number, but I thought I would look up the number because it was a weird area code. It came out of Champaign, Ill. I'm pretty positive it was an ex-boyfriend which totally pisses me off for a variety of reasons which I will list for you all.
1. Timing of the phone call was lousy. It came during the week I was moving out of town, and I was at dinner with a special friend, so it interrupted my fun times. I am stressed out right now and I don't have the time or patience for tom-foolery. Even if someone I actually liked pranked me, I would be irritated.
2. It was a female voice which means this guy is dating someone who is so immature that she thinks it would be hilarious to prank someone from her guy's past.
3. Alternatively, he put her up to calling me which means he is the immature one.
4. No explanation or apology followed which means he thinks it's fine to waste my time and precious cell phone minutes--WHICH I HAVE TO PAY FOR---but I am not worthy of an apology for his girlfriend's/his stupidity.

Because of this lame call, I have been hesitant to blog here. Knowing him, he probably gave his girlfriend this blog. I feel like I have no privacy. Gross.
So, no one mention where I am living now so I can feel like a normal person again.

Speaking of where I am living, I went to court last week. I have a tiny crush on the judge and the people in this town are redneck-ridiculous. I was watching Reno 911 the other day, and I thought to myself, who in the hell wears their hair in the style of Junior? And no kidding, there was a dude in court with Junior's hairstyle. He was being brought up on harassment charges for calling his ex-wife. She was a delicious bit of redneck trash herself. She was wearing pants 4 sizes too small which caused a bubble of fat which she covered in a tiny t-shirt 2 sizes too small. She had 2-toned permed hair and a vacant expression. But all she wanted was for her ex to stop calling her. There are more stories to tell about court, but Lily wants to be my baby right now, so I will just have to get back with you.