Yes, as a matter of fact. My father is God and I am Jesus.

I just returned from a mock trial competition. We won both of our rounds, but given the nature of the competition, we got honorable mention and didn't have enough points to go to the semi finals. The cut was 24 teams down to 4 after one round of preliminaries. I'm not complaining - I got a nice day off that included a pedicure and the movie Michael Clayton - a good movie, although odd to see with a bunch of lawyers/ aspiring lawyers. As if to say: look, all of your lives will be fucked. Work hard!

To comment on the San Diego crowd... After finishing our competition and waiting around for results, it was about midnight on Friday before we could get food. We were walking through the Gas Lamp district when we were called "preppy cunts." As if that weren't enough, on a hunt to buy booze (downtown apparently doesn't sell it after 10 pm, thank God for mini bars), a car full of drunk dudes pulled over and asked me if my mom was still a virgin. I really felt as if I should be carrying a 12 pack of Natty Ice and wearing a trucker hat to fit in.

The next three weeks have me about to explode - another competition coming up in 3 weeks, the MPRE, a final for professional responsibility which by the way is the Worst. Class. In. The. History. Of. Law. School. Period.

On another note, I am actually thinking about signing up for a fitness boot camp that starts in late November, after Thanksgiving. I can't really imagine sprinting at 5:30 am during finals and in the midst of some crap weather. But, I am really feeling the need to start getting in shape.

Finally, I feel like my blog template may have kept me from posting regularly. I didn't like it. We'll try out this one and see how it goes.