I took my Real Estate exam this morning and I passed! Yays for me! I wasn’t worried about it last night or this morning, but once I started taking the Texas portion of the exam I got worried. Those questions were a little tricky… not as tricky as the practice test, but still tricky.

The Texas portion was first and it was 30 questions. I needed 21 correct to pass. I was sure that I failed. I didn’t even have a doubt. Which just made it even harded to take the national Portion of the exam, which was 80 questions. The entire time I was taking it, I couldn’t stop thinking about how I had failed the Texas portion.

The national portion was MUCH easier though. I was really confident about passing that one. When I finished and walked out of the room to the front desk, the lady smiled at me, so for a second I thought I had passed… then she just got quiet and kept typing things so I went back to thinking that I had failed… BUT I DIDN’T!

I needed 21 correct answers to pass the Texas portion and I got 25 out of 30! I was stunned! I needed 56 correct answers on the national portion and I got 74 out of 80! I totally rocked it!

The worst part though was that the room stunk bad of cigarettes. I am allergic to the smell, and the instant I walked in the room I got a sharp pain in my head and the headache began. It was incredibly strong and I just knew I was going to leave there reeking of cigarettes. I was bitter, so when the test was over and I had to do the evaluation, I went off about how the room stunk and it was miserable to sit there taking my test and having to deal with the smell and the headache.

Then later I was telling Matt about it and it occurred to me that it could have been somoene I was sitting next to that stunk, and not the room. Ooops. That totally makes more sense. Damn smokers!

Which reminds me. I went to Hattiesburg Mississippi this weekend to visit Kristi. She sent me a ticket to go help her watch her kid while her mother was out of town for the weekend. On one of my flights a smoker sat next to me and I thought I was going to die. Seriously? Can we have a non-smoking and non-smoker section? What’s the point of having non-smoking if someone that smells like they just smoked an entire pack in a air tight closet sits right next to you?

I don’t have anything against smokers. I know quite a few of them, but the majority of the ones I know never have that strong odor, so it’s not an issue. How is it that some people smell like an ash tray? It’s not just cigarretts either, those people that bath in perfume and cologne are just as bad.

Anyway… my trip to MS was a ton of fun. I got there at around 11pm on Friday night and had to drive from Jackson to Hattiesburg, which is about an hour and a half. This was my first time making the drive, which was scary enough… but then to do it in the dark, in a strange car, and in a horrible rain storm… that was no fun.

I was in such a rush to get there that I just jumped in the car and started driving. I was all the way off airport property before I realized that I didn’t have my headlights on, and I had no idea how to turn them on! I was going 70mph in the rain at night fumbling around trying to find the lights. DUMB.

I actually had no problem getting to Kristi’s house, which was a miracle. Saturday morning when I saw the car that I had been driving I was shocked. I thought I was driving a a little hatchback Hyundai, but it was actually a four door Ford Focus. I must have been totally out of it while driving to Kristi’s.

Saturday we spent the day running errands and just spending time together hanging out. Saturday night we had friends over and had dinner and played games. It was fun meeting her friends and finally being able to put faces to the names.

Sunday was more of the same. Sunday night we did a BBQ and had friends over again. It was a great night again. It was so nice to be somewhere else and not have anything to worry about, like taxes, work, and my real estate exam. I had a great time playing with Kristi’s baby and pretending to be daddy. Her kid and I get along SO WELL. He totally clings to me and has no problem being left alone with me.

Firday night I was up late driving to her house, Saturday night we were up late playing games, and then up early Sunday morning with the kid. Sunday night I was up late again and I had to be up at 3:30am Monday to drive to the airport. That turned out to be a DISASTER.

Sunday night Kristi tried to convince me to change my flight and go home later, but the only next flight was at 11am, and that was jut too late to be able to go into work and I didn’t want to miss any time… no work… no pay.

So I woke up and rushed out of the house and then realized I didn’t have directions. I thought I could use my directions from Friday night in reverse, but that didn’t work. I made a wrong turn and ended up going the wrong direction.

Except in stupid Mississippi the signs are all confusing and the don’t put signs on the highway periodically that tell you what road you are on, so you end up driving for an eternity before you even realize that you are on the wrong road. AND THEN… they don’t have turnarounds in the median, so you have to wait for an exit to get back going the right way.

So when I finally got headed back, I missed my exit to get on the correct road. OMG. I was freaking out at this time and about to have an anxiety attack. I called Kristi and she was half asleep and we were not having much luck trying to figure out where I was and how to correct the situation.

I finally got going the right way and it was 4:45am. It takes an hour and a half to get the airport from where I was, and my flight was supposed to take off at 6:25am. I started to thinking about it and thought that I could rush and maybe make it. But would I have enough time to drop off the rental, go through security, and make my flight? It was possible, but the thought of driving for an hour and a half in a state of panic at 5am just didn’t seem appealing to me.

I thought I could just go to the airport anyway and wait for the next flight, but I already knew that wasn’t until 11am and I didn’t want to be stuck in an airport for 5 hours with nothing to do.

I turned around and went back to Kristi’s and slept for 2 hours and then got up and did it all again. This time with DIRECTIONS! I did so much better this time and I got to the airport on time. The entire day was so off and I kept making bad decisions and doing stupid things.

While going through security at the airport I injured myself. I was taking off my messenger bag and I have this little plastic password key thing on a restractable string attached to my bag. It looks kind of like this:

It got caught on something, so when I put my bag on the conveyor belt the key thing whipped around and smacked me right in the corner of my eye and my nose. OMG it hurt and it cut my eye a little. I was super embarassed and in pain.

Then I thought my flight landed in Austin at 1:45 so I told Paco to pick me up at the airport at 2pm. Wrong. My flight left Houston at 1:45. Oops. When we landed and I turned on my phone I had messages and texts from him wondering where I was.

It was not the best day and all I wanted to do was go home and go to bed.

Posted by Tomithey on Saturday, April 12th, 2008 at 9:09 pm.