STACITA.

Seriously, is this becoming some sort of an initiation? It's like, once you start going out at night with either A.) Paris "walking Sex Tape" Hilton or B.) Lindsay "Firecrotch" Lohan (warning: links are NSFW and definitely NOT rockstar), you're gonna HAVE to show your vagina to the paparazzi?! Why aren't these girls wearing some kind of underwear? I mean, everyone LOVES the occasional cool breeze up the panty-less LONG skirt, but NOT the panty-less MINI SHIRT!?!

The worst part of all this is that I'm disappointed in Britney, yet again. I know, I know, like DUH. But seriously, at this point, she's a mom. Fuck! There are some shots with Sean Preston hanging out with Mom and the walking Sex Tape. And although I think every woman should have the right and privacy to choose to live her life as she sees fit (not to mention that Fed-Ex stole some good years from ol' Brit), but this is really going to threaten her legal future as a mother. 

I can just see Exhibit A at the custody battle being a huge blown up shot of the picture above. Can we start the Panty Petition, PLEASE?!?

I've been working at Job for over two months now -- 10 weeks to be exact. My meager, but ever so gracious, funding has left me with 1/4 of my counterparts in the private sector, calculating to roughly $25,000 in the bank had I chosen their path. Today I was just informed that it isn't likely that there are any openings in my Office either. The added tough luck aspect to this is that I have been busting my ass for free for Office (coming in on the weekends, staying later than the other attorneys in the office, and doing a full range of completely non-lawyer menial tasks).

So, I'm re-embarking on the job search that has lasted over a year -- from Fellowships to Firms to Public Service -- all to stay in the Bay Area.  And despite my credentials (yes, I will sound snobbish for the moment), shit has just not worked out.

I just don't know anymore what I should do. Should I stay in the Bay? Should I apply to Firms? Should I keep working for peanuts until the money just runs out entirely? 

Even when you pass the bar, things don't get any easier. I'm tired of being everyone's bragging story (My friend works at the BLANK!) and beginning to wonder if this public service mystery trip is driving me towards selling out lane. Despite what everyone expects, sticking to your guns and trying to be a public interest lawyer (code for rockstar) just is not easy, whether you have the job or want it.  

From the best clerk in the D. N.J.:

Stacita,
It certainly has been a wild ride, my dear.  From your days in DC, fighting the good fight in your fuschia shirt, to your trek out to the West, to your triumphant ascendancy to Berkeley's law review,with a brief detour working justice for the people of California, you have soared over your final legal-educational hurdle.  You now have the tools to go inside that big white marble courtroom and get what you came there for. CONGRATULATIONS!!! I am so proud that you are becoming a fellow young woman lawyer.  We need you baby!

From the Calbar website: The name above appears on the pass list for the July 2006 California Bar Examination.

I PASSED!!! I REALLY AM THE ROCKSTAR LAWYER NOW!!! 

From here:

Applicant-Only Search

I just heard from the Columbian this morning. He passed. Thank goodness.

Love (and faith) goes out to the others.  

As Perez says, THIS is HIGHlarious. Watch it... especially the line about panty crickets.

Okay. So here's the deal. Today is Monday. It's 11:14 a.m. which means that I have to wait FOUR DAYS and SIX HOURS until I find out if I passed the California Bar Exam and go from being a rockstarlawyer to being a rockstarlawyerwithalicensetopractice. Holy Shit, Holy Shit, Holy Shit.

I had a dream last night that Gilfoil passed. He sent me a text message. But then I woke up before finding out if I did. Is that fair? NO.

So, here's what I propose. At this point, we need to start thinking about how to shake it off -- we need to make a collective list of suggestions of what to do when we start freaking out and can't concentrate at work and have panic attack #489 over whether we passed or not.

I will go first. Here are five suggestions:

1. Do a lap around the office
2. Call or email a friend
3. Listen to your iPod (or, alternatively the Secretary's radio that loves to blast Mariah Carey)
4. Scream in the bathroom for 5 minutes
5. Take 7 deep breaths and a shot of Jack Daniels

I like the last one best. I think I might need a flask this week.

As some of you know, I am a biker babe. Okay fine, scooter babe. I'm actually really fucking cute, if I do say so myself... zipping around SF (always careful of the damn trolley tracks!) and looking totally ready for action in my badass Joe Rocket jacket. Vrrooom!!! Stay off the sidewalk, bitches.

I do have one significant problem, tho... goddamn helmet bangs. Sometimes it looks okay, but at other times, JRo has been in a fit of laughter when I sexily (or not) take off the helmet, shake my hair, and my freaking bangs are going every direction but right. Is there sometype of protection for my bangs out there? (You can't google "bangs" and "helmet" because it's all about the banging up of helmet. I tried).

How do I protect the bangs AND my head? There must be some product or something...

(I know, this is very superficial... people are dying in Iraq and in poverty... but hey, I have to maintain the rockstar portion of my life somehow.) 

I'm sure we've ALL heard and celebrated the fact that Rep. Pelosi is now the HIGHEST RANKING ELECTED WOMAN OFFICIAL... you go, girl (hire me!).

BUT, in case some of us haven't heard, Ms. Jamie Calloway (Boalt Hall, 2006) has also won a very high elected office in the city of Albany.

Work it out, ladies. Work. It. Out.