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Day 819: Time
Sep. 30th, 2009 10:43 pmIt fluctuates, lately. Goes fast, then slow. I get enough sleep, and then I get too little. I'm in a hurry; I'm bored out of my skull. I'm terrified and busy, and then suddenly everything is done and I find myself at loose ends.
Monday was a crazy long day. Memorized stuff for Melilli, and worked to memorize more stuff for Melilli. Ended up skipping FHE and admittedly watching House but I spent the evening writing and memorizing and quietly wanting to die. Got to bed at an indecent time.
Tuesday was also a long day. More memorizing for Melilli, plus the whole openings and closings looming over me. Institute went well. Angela and I had a miscommunication about who was going to protect the muffins, and they ended up just sitting on the table in our corner. To our amazement, however, no one stole them. I actually got out of trial practice early, so I got food, and then Angela and I sat together in Institute. I read Melilli's law review article about openings between classes, and then I went to M&D. Afterwards I went straight home and attempted to get some work done, but I ended up napping too long. And then I wrote my speech for prosecution.
Merlin attempted to steal my soul (I do have an awesome knack for picking up a new fandom at a really terrible time) and so I was up really late unable to sleep because of my nap and stressing about my closing.
Which I spent two hours handwriting this morning. What came out was a disaster and a mess, but the first draft is always like that. When push came to shove, I only used about a third of what I wrote in my better draft, but that first one was kind of a brainstorm anyway. After I got that business done, I worked on my paper for Juvie law and got it turned in. Kent, one of my buddies in the Corner, has been - along with his wife - looking to adopt another little girl, and the mother they were hoping to adopt from last night had the kid. So today - literally, today, while sitting in the corner - I made a pair of pink baby booties. My mom sent me a pattern for easy baby booties, and so I made some to relax. Then I rehashed my argument for Prosecution. Angela and I had lunch and then, in grand break from protocol, talked to Will.
At school. Before the end of the week. Before the sun went down.
You see, sometime last night, while I was spazzing about life and schoolwork, I received a text message from a girl at church who was a crazy crush on Will. And has been using her facebook status to alternately declare her loneliness and love for him. The message requested that I inform Will about the post (a poem) for him.
I was tired and in a weird mood and ultimately lost my head. Left Will an incoherent voicemail and was then spazzed out for a couple of hours. Angela has decided that I have "Cupid" tattooed on my forehead. Will thinks I should keep cupid's bow and arrows but employ a return-to-sender strategy and shoot the lover rather than the object of her affection. I asked him to speak to the girl and cure her of her notion that I am a helpful messenger. (I've been messenger several times now. For several people.) He pointed out that speaking to her may not be in his best interests either. So then we planned to get together and jam on Friday night. After Dan's birthday party. Will seemed pretty eager since classes on Friday have been cancelled. And then he was indignant on mine and Angela's behalf when he found out that she has work and I have class on Friday. But I want to play so badly.
I just need to put those drums back together.
I went to classes, did homework between classes, learned how to have awkward conversations with juvenile clients, and then went to Prosecution. Which is always awesome. Yvonne brought candy bars, and then we got to take turns and play judge and whatnot. Some judges asked no questions at all. Carlo asked me questions. I asked a mean question that actually sort of threw him. My fault for wording the question badly, and he ended up answering it without realizing it. Still, it was fun. Pretending to be a judge.
And then I went grocery shopping. So I can feed the sister missionaries tomorrow. Mom walked me through what to buy (and the butcher at the grocery store was so helpful), and then I came home and put stuff in the crock pot (the meat goes in it tomorrow) and talked to Dad to say goodbye to him before he leaves tomorrow.
And then I finished my closing. Daniel, the bestest little brother in the world, listened to me give my closing. I was horrified at how long it was, but when I read it aloud it wasn't nearly as long as I thought it would be. And I feel a bit better about it now.
Wow. Long day.
I feel pretty good, though.
I missed CM, which makes me sad, but that's what the Internet is for - to catch up.
Monday was a crazy long day. Memorized stuff for Melilli, and worked to memorize more stuff for Melilli. Ended up skipping FHE and admittedly watching House but I spent the evening writing and memorizing and quietly wanting to die. Got to bed at an indecent time.
Tuesday was also a long day. More memorizing for Melilli, plus the whole openings and closings looming over me. Institute went well. Angela and I had a miscommunication about who was going to protect the muffins, and they ended up just sitting on the table in our corner. To our amazement, however, no one stole them. I actually got out of trial practice early, so I got food, and then Angela and I sat together in Institute. I read Melilli's law review article about openings between classes, and then I went to M&D. Afterwards I went straight home and attempted to get some work done, but I ended up napping too long. And then I wrote my speech for prosecution.
Merlin attempted to steal my soul (I do have an awesome knack for picking up a new fandom at a really terrible time) and so I was up really late unable to sleep because of my nap and stressing about my closing.
Which I spent two hours handwriting this morning. What came out was a disaster and a mess, but the first draft is always like that. When push came to shove, I only used about a third of what I wrote in my better draft, but that first one was kind of a brainstorm anyway. After I got that business done, I worked on my paper for Juvie law and got it turned in. Kent, one of my buddies in the Corner, has been - along with his wife - looking to adopt another little girl, and the mother they were hoping to adopt from last night had the kid. So today - literally, today, while sitting in the corner - I made a pair of pink baby booties. My mom sent me a pattern for easy baby booties, and so I made some to relax. Then I rehashed my argument for Prosecution. Angela and I had lunch and then, in grand break from protocol, talked to Will.
At school. Before the end of the week. Before the sun went down.
You see, sometime last night, while I was spazzing about life and schoolwork, I received a text message from a girl at church who was a crazy crush on Will. And has been using her facebook status to alternately declare her loneliness and love for him. The message requested that I inform Will about the post (a poem) for him.
I was tired and in a weird mood and ultimately lost my head. Left Will an incoherent voicemail and was then spazzed out for a couple of hours. Angela has decided that I have "Cupid" tattooed on my forehead. Will thinks I should keep cupid's bow and arrows but employ a return-to-sender strategy and shoot the lover rather than the object of her affection. I asked him to speak to the girl and cure her of her notion that I am a helpful messenger. (I've been messenger several times now. For several people.) He pointed out that speaking to her may not be in his best interests either. So then we planned to get together and jam on Friday night. After Dan's birthday party. Will seemed pretty eager since classes on Friday have been cancelled. And then he was indignant on mine and Angela's behalf when he found out that she has work and I have class on Friday. But I want to play so badly.
I just need to put those drums back together.
I went to classes, did homework between classes, learned how to have awkward conversations with juvenile clients, and then went to Prosecution. Which is always awesome. Yvonne brought candy bars, and then we got to take turns and play judge and whatnot. Some judges asked no questions at all. Carlo asked me questions. I asked a mean question that actually sort of threw him. My fault for wording the question badly, and he ended up answering it without realizing it. Still, it was fun. Pretending to be a judge.
And then I went grocery shopping. So I can feed the sister missionaries tomorrow. Mom walked me through what to buy (and the butcher at the grocery store was so helpful), and then I came home and put stuff in the crock pot (the meat goes in it tomorrow) and talked to Dad to say goodbye to him before he leaves tomorrow.
And then I finished my closing. Daniel, the bestest little brother in the world, listened to me give my closing. I was horrified at how long it was, but when I read it aloud it wasn't nearly as long as I thought it would be. And I feel a bit better about it now.
Wow. Long day.
I feel pretty good, though.
I missed CM, which makes me sad, but that's what the Internet is for - to catch up.
