It's that time of year again when I should be focusing on my studies but I find time to do all kinds of other time wasting activities like writing in this journal...or having my car explode...

Back up a bit...

So my roommate from undergrad came up to visit me for the weekend on her way to NYC, Boston and DC.  SO fun.  We went out, dinner etc. etc.  SO.  On the way home from the mall yesterday my car refused to accelerate.  I was pushing the gas TO THE FLOOR and the car WAS NOT MOVING.  I pull over to the side of the road (we are now 2 blocks from my house) and I turn the car off.  Just needed a little break you know?  I turn the car back on and it slowly chugs up the hill and I turn onto the street parallel to mine.  Now the smoke is billowing over the hood.  NOT A BIG DEAL-->been there done that a few cars back. 

THEN I look again and there is so much smoke I can't even see the road! PLUS a few men from the neighborhood are now running behind my car screaming FIRE FIRE FIRE!  I pull over and we jump out to see smoke so thick you can't see anything, a small fire under the car and two police officers running towards the car calling in an emergency report.

Shortly thereafter a GIANT RED FIRE TRUCK two police cars and a smaller red fire truck are surrounding my car.  I put a call into AAA (frequently dialed phone number) and I told them my car exploded.  Apparently I needed to be more specific.

Luckily I had showered for the day and was not wearing pajamas.  Plus as a bonus I had just purchased a new pair of shades that my roommate informed me during the middle of this that they were indeed cute. 

End of story.  Car is in the shop.  Probably not worth the repair.  I cannot WAIT to not have a CAR or to have enough money that I could have one that works!  I think this is my 4 car this year ALONE!

GUH!

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AAA                                                                                               cars breaking down

Today at school I had to participate in this mock trial thing where we questioned expert witnesses about a child custody evaluation.  I HATE these things.  Seriously makes me want to puke.

Its absurd really when you think about it.  For 4 years I constantly had to stand in front of a group of my peers and professors and completely submit myself to humilation, criticism, judgment and pure unadulterated vulnerability all in the name of my "craft" or whatever.  And now I break out in a sweat spending 10 minutes asking a fake witness to expound on his report and recommendations for the best interest of a child.  Its sick.  I would rather stand there and tap dance in front of these people.

I think the thing that initially drew me to acting was that I could be whomever I wanted when I got on that stage.  In high school it was such a rush to get up there and be someone else.  To take on a personaility  that I never could in real life.  College was even better because we really learned how to draw from deep within ourselves or from our environment in ways I didn't think I could.  Acting always pushed me farther than I thought.  But it always brought you back to reality when the curtain fell.  With law school I feel like I am playing a character all day every day when really, it's my reality.  GUH.  This is getting philisophical sorry!

Sidenote: while I was standing up in court behind the safety of the little podium I suddenly found my legs attempting to double cross themselves...Renee style.  I guess some things do transfer from acting class to law school...

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playing a lawyer in a play                                                playing a lawyer in real life