It's soooo difficult being me...

Ok, not really. I mean, let's face it, there are some great perks: you have the ruggedly handsome good looks, the style, the metabolism, the wit, I'm a great package. In fact, lately I've been thinking it's Cloud Nine. Life is great. Well, life is great, but perhaps not quite as great as I was led to believe. I mean, everything was all fun and games, until someone lost an eye. Just read Scott v. Shepherd (Oh man, a Squib-Case joke would have killed in Torts).

So what has happened to the fun and games? Well, they're still there. I'm still hanging out with the super-cool Section 3 posse (as well as a few outsiders). There are still wild shindigs (such as our booze and Taboo fest outside the Hark), dinner parties (thanks for hosting, Silvia!), Project Runway viewings, and law school events with tons of free food and drink. So, the fun and games are still there. They haven't disappeared.

Here's what has happened: now there's too much going on. The first two weeks of school were great: I had everything balanced, things were going swimmingly. Now, we're in the thick of things. Ginormous piles of readings and assignments that seem pointless are met with the desire to get involved. What with all of the kick-ass guest speakers (Office of Public Interest Advising with Bryan Stevenson's incredible speech), the journals and organizations I want to get involved with (American Constitution Society, Civil Rights Civil Liberties, Law & Technology... this is the problem with a school with unbelievable opportunities), there just isn't enough time in the day. So who really suffers here? All of the ladies vying for this Man-Candy. Seriously, I need to fend them off with a stick.

But I'm not complaining. Not by a longshot. Anyone who knows me knows that I'm happiest when I'm busy. And when I'm eating something deep-fried. And when there's a pony. Hopefully, all three. But the important thing is I always make time for the things that are most important to me. Chances are, if you're reading this, you might just fall in that category. So feel special. Now get over yourself. Psh, how can someone be so narcissistic?