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 :)

Life update

I realize it's been a while since my last post, but I didn't realize how bad things had gotten until I saw that the link to my blog had been taken off my friend Lisa's website. Ouch.

Anyway, for those who care, my life in recent months has consisted of defending all my crazy-ass clients, running the NYU Mediation Organization, teaching people the law of evidence, learning constitutional law, taking the MPRE, and, perhaps most importantly, becoming obsessed with the baby panda at the DC zoo.

In summary, it hasn't been the greatest semester ever for the reasons listed above as well as things too personal to publish on the internet. But I'm still here, and if you want to talk I'm just a phonecall, email, or trip to New York away. Or you could just un-link me and forget I ever existed. It's all up to you.