being holden caulfield

i finally come to the last chapter of the california (CA) barbri and it's a bit of a relief to finally see the lengthy erstwhile book come to a close. it's refreshing to say the least but come to think of it, it's a sneaky bitch, Wills come in to finish things off when you're about to relish the fact that you're almost through the book. mind you, it's only the first of 10 bar materials neatly bound in book form covered with midnight blue backdrop and some mild yellow and orange appeal letterings to keep the eyes soothed and refreshed. i always loved blue. being a guy seems natural to go for blue than pink when you're a kid. then i sort of grew out of childhood then but i still got this inkling for the color blue. i got a blue room in the house i grew up in. i was still living in that same house until i got accepted in a school bannered in everything blue. i was particularly fond of that experience coz it felt like being in some sense "important and made." not entirely for reasons that you're simply rich and famous, but because you have the brains that make any other school green with envy (pun definitely intended). i envy those who feel that they don't need to do anything to keep up with the times. it seems that time is really on their side. i mean, the simplicity of the contentment for things that they already possess keeps them grounded to a halt. i don't think i can ever be like that. i am content, yes, i know, but only to a certain extent because i always have this inkling for achieving something under my stated objectives without being too public about it. i'd rather keep it simply below radar. which reminds me of something, one saturday morning, about two weeks ago, i accidentally drove past a pedestrian walkway just when the traffic lights turned red. unfortunately that intersection had those sneaky red light camera's working so i got flashed for allegedly "beeating the red light." i just overstepped by a measly 2 feet by my professional count and as i prepare for the ticket being sent through the mail ( as well as my fool proof defense in case i get to court to contest it) i wake up this saturday morning with just one insignificant credit card junk mail on my mailbox to keep me company. after 15 calendar days without a ticket being sent, it seems more than likely that i got off the hook. either way, i am more than capable of getting my way out of trouble in case it gets that far.