stolen from lisa...

Since I *do* still read Lisa's page, I stole her quiz and took it myself. I wonder if my results would have been different before living in Oklahoma or NYC?

Your Linguistic Profile:

75% General American English

10% Upper Midwestern

10% Yankee

0% Dixie

0% Midwestern

What Kind of American English Do You Speak?

"Paving the way for future missions and beyond!"

In an attempt to keep from throwing myself out the window during this hell on earth (otherwise known as studying for the bar), I was looking at some old Onion articles and came across this one. Now maybe it's just the fact that I've been studying contracts for 16 of the past 24 hours and my grasp on sanity is really starting to slip, but I laughed like I haven't laughed in years. Take a look, and remember, it's all in good fun. Godspeed, Discovery :)

I <3 NY

I noticed the other day that I've been de-linked from Lisa's page, so I guess that's a sign it's time for an update. Not that Lisa will ever see it since she's given up on me *tear*

I could write about all the stuff that's been going on in my life (finals, graduation, studying for the bar, planning a trip to Italy), but that all is pretty dull (except for the trip to Italy - woohoo!!!), so instead I'll write about two things that happened recently that reminded me why New York isn't quite as awful as everyone thinks it is:

The other day my husband, in a well intentioned attempt to bring the mail to me while I was at school, accidentally lost a card that was sent to me from my grandparents. He lost the card in the worst of all possible places: the subway. I figured at best it would be swept up with the newspapers and other garbage that people leave behind. At worst someone would take it and attempt to cash the graduation gift that was contained in the card. Much to my surprise, less than a week later it showed up in our mailbox, double post-marked. Apparently some kind soul picked it up on the subway and dropped it in the mail, and (even stranger) the post office decided to deliver it again.

This morning, I had a somewhat similar experience. I was getting off the bus, hurrying to the subway, when my metrocard (i.e. the ticket to my sole means of transportation) fell out of my pocket. In my sleep-deprived haze I didn't notice this and kept walking. Nearly a block later a woman caught up with me and asked me if I had dropped my metrocard. I turned around to find a lady who could barely walk hobbling after me as fast as she could, holding the card. She handed it to me and hobbled on her way. I know it's a simple thing, but I was so touched that these people took the time to get me my card back. Generally, we in New York like to do our best to ignore the 8 million people that surround us on a daily basis. Despite our best efforts, though, it appears there is still a little humanity left. And for that I am thankful. I feel like the city has loved me twice now, and I suddenly feel inclined to love the city back.

Is that snow?!

I'm sitting in my federal courts class on April 5th, and looking outside I see what appears to be snow falling from the sky. Absolutely unacceptable. It is spring, and I will accept nothing else.

It was 75 degrees a couple of days ago. This isn't fair.

WoW

So I've finally taken the plunge and started playing World of Warcraft. I am amazed at how instantly addicting this game is. Last time I looked the clock said it was 11:30 a.m. Now it's 8:30 p.m. I don't think I've blinked in the past 9 hours. How the hell did that happen? One guy today was talking about how he had been playing for 5 days straight without sleep. I heard about some guy in Japan who played until he died. I foresee problems when I have to go back to classes, not to mention the fact that I absolutely have to work on my moot court stuff over break. And my clients - they haven't gone away either.

For those who are familiar with WoW and care, I'm a night elf hunter named Faelwyn (which roughly means "fair/just lady" in Sindarian). I got my pet today (a cat, of course), but I haven't figured out how to name it. If anyone out there knows how to do that (ahem...Lisa), I'd be very grateful if you would let me know.

I hear the game calling my name....

23 Hours

Time: 10:30 a.m.
Word Count: 2,997!
Words excised: 2,853
Drafts: 5ish
Status: Submitted
Semester: Complete

Bedtime.

18 hours

Time: 5:30 a.m.
Word Count: 3,096
Number of drafts: 4
Light at end of the tunnel: visible

Naptime.

16 hours

Time: 3:15 a.m.
Word count: 4,223 (1,223 over limit)
Mental status: dazed
Mouse activity in the kitchen: reduced


We're approaching the 16th hour. I keep waiting for a second wind. I think maybe I used that up around 4:00 this afternoon. Why oh why did I go to law school?

14 hours

Time: 1:30 a.m.
Mental status: weary, disheartened
Eyesight: blurring
Grade outlook: not good

So I'm 14 hours in to my 24 hour monster of a final exam. It took me 11 hours to get the first draft done. 11 hours. And I type pretty damn fast. Unfortunately, said first draft was approximately 2,800 words over the 3,000-word limit. Not good. So the past 3 hours have been spent excising huge chunks of my masterpiece. I'm afraid I'm taking out all of the substantive content and leaving vague generalizations that will get me nothing. But I don't know what else to do. The more specific I am, the less space I have to answer the rest of the questions. And these are broad damn questions, let me tell you.

I want to cry.

Overheard in New York

One of my favorite websites as of late is overheardinnewyork.com. As the name suggests, they post quotes or conversation snippets that people overhear in the city. Some of them are funny because they're out of context, some of them because they're so obscene (*why* would you say that in public!), and some because they demonstrate the general idiocy of the world at large. I thought I'd share with you all a good (clean) quote from yesterday that is making me chuckle through this time of finals-woe:

Guy #1: You're useless...you keep getting dysentery.
Guy #2: Maybe you're just a lousy trail leader.
Girl: At least he doesn't drown every time we cross a river.
Guy #1: Hey, you caulk the wagon, you take some chances.

--79th Street 1 station

Yeah :)