the nineteenth of november, a so far, so good friday


Alas, my hellish week is over, it's 1:01 on Friday morning, I have to be up for an 8:00 class, tra-la-la-la-la.

I've had a little knot in my stomach all week, and I figured it was just because it was indeed a hellish week, but it didn't go away tonight, and I finally figured out what it was.

I'm having sympathy pains for my friend in California who gets her bar exam results tomorrow.

It got me thinking about what a wreck I'm going to be on that fateful day next summer. I'll probably have the dry heaves for the final 24 hours.


Of course, the knot also may be because we find out tomorrow who made the trial teams. I'm really nervous about it, because I have to admit that I really, really want to get on one, and given my track record at law school, I won't be surprised if I don't.

It's just bizarre because I never ever ever thought I'd want to be a litigator. But the truth is, I like it. I've surprised myself by how comfortable I am doing, say, an opening statement or a closing argument. At first I thought I'd never be able to talk for ten minutes without a script, but I can, and I feel like I do well. In our advocacy sections this past week, we had to do a closing and we were only allowed to use one sheet of paper with an outline on it, but I barely even needed to look at mine.

I'm skeptical about my chances, though, because I'm not very happy with the closing I did on Tuesday for the competition. We did the trial two weeks ago, and then this week we had to do a closing for the opposite side. We had ten minutes, and mine lasted ten minutes when I did it in my living room, but once I got in there with my jury of two professors, it was over in just under six. Yikes.

But we'll see. Keep your fingers crossed, for both me and my friend in California! Her results won't be posted until 6:00, so I'm sure tomorrow will be hell for her.


I know this was forever ago, but what the hell, I'll throw caution to the wind and tell you how I found out about the X-Phreak girl in my class.

I had about a dozen scripts from the fifth season, which had been sent to me by a former co-worker in L.A. during my first year of law school. (The last company I worked for was bought by Fox about six months before I left.) I decided to put four of them up for silent auction at a school fundraiser this past week. Now, I don't think I'm actually allowed to do that, which is why I hesitated to announce it here, but technically I didn't sell them, I donated them, besides which people do sell them on Ebay nowadays so what do I care.

Honestly, I thought they would be auctioned off as one item and get maybe $25. But, being the smart people that they were, the organizers decided to auction them off separately.

Collectively, they earned $140. I was astounded. I guess it's because, after working out there, I know that scripts to episodic television series are a dime a dozen, because nearly every studio exec is copied on them. So when one girl bid $25 each for two of them, I couldn't believe it. The X-Phreak girl stood over her copy of "Christmas Carol" and threatened to kill anyone who came near it in the last moments of the auction.

I felt kind of bad that she didn't get all of them, particularly when I could have just given them to her, but she didn't care, since the money went to a good cause and everything. Still, I'm going to let her have the ones I have left.


I posted a question to the journalers on my notify list last week, because I'm considering telling a few friends about this journal, and I wanted to see how others felt if they had done that.

The response has been mostly positive. Shannon pinpointed the two reactions I'm expecting, which is that they'll be just plain weirded out by the whole idea, and also perhaps a little hurt that I didn't tell them before now.

I think, though, that the ones I'm considering telling, which are Elise, Tara, and Mary in Kansas City, and Kay, the one in cooking school, will all think it's cool. I've decided not to tell any of my law school friends, only because that's a little close to home and I don't really want it getting around school. Plus, as Kristin pointed out, it's a good way for people to keep up with me, since my friends in Kansas City don't get to see me every day.

(All right, since I'm cheating by giving everyone a link instead of actually answering their e-mail, I'll thank Chris for warning me about not being able to say bad things about them once I tell them, but I really don't do that anyway, and Ceit for warning me that friends might misconstrue what I do say, which is possible, and Colleen, who shares my frustration at not being able to talk about her journaling in real life, and I'll thank Elspeth for her warning about people who won't care, because I ought to prepare myself for that. Did I miss anyone?)

I'm already imagining how I'll do it, which I think will just be sitting down at a computer with them and telling them there's something interesting I want them to see. I can't wait for Elise's reaction in particular, because she's the one who made a living as a web designer. I'm hoping she'll be a little impressed with my oh-so-fabulous self-taught HTML skills.


I also told the notify list about what led to my redesign, which is that last night I called that damn Millionaire show number and answered all three questions correctly. After that, I had to pick which show taping I wanted to compete for, and my name went into a hat with everyone else who picked that show, and it told me to be home today between 12 and 3 because they would be calling 25 people to do a playoff game to decide which 10 would go to the show.

Um, they didn't call, but I did have fun imagining it. I even had my five phone friends picked out already. Just how pathetic is that?