<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930564</id><updated>2009-02-21T08:25:51.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Narkoleptomania</title><subtitle type='html'>I've Been Admitted to Law School. The Question is...Can I Survive?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narkoleptik.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930564/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narkoleptik.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930564/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Narkoleptik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11370737970171384534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>172</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930564.post-116288379331623074</id><published>2006-11-07T02:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T02:16:33.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Liars!!</title><content type='html'>All those 2Ls who promised me I'd have so much more free time than I did my 1L year?? Liars! Every last one of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviews, Callbacks, Catching up on missed classes, seminars, offer dinners, "friendly" emails from alums at law firms where you interviewed, dodging recruitment coordinators, how's a person to handle it all?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930564-116288379331623074?l=narkoleptik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930564/posts/default/116288379331623074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930564/posts/default/116288379331623074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narkoleptik.blogspot.com/2006/11/liars.html' title='Liars!!'/><author><name>Narkoleptik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11370737970171384534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07110662986689851112'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930564.post-113685238258866564</id><published>2006-01-09T18:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T19:19:42.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhh, refreshed! I'm still on vacation and it's a beautiful thing, marred only by the knowledge that grades will be available in less than a week. *shudder* Of course I'd take that over having finals after Christmas break a la &lt;a href="http://www.badglacier.com"&gt;Josh&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://tsinister.blogspot.com"&gt;Trevor&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School begins in a week and a half, and maybe, just maybe I should begin my 1L summer job search. After taking a year off applying for stuff like school, here I am, back to square one where the likelihood of infinite rejection letters loom menacingly in the very near future. I do, however, have a back-up plan, if no job shows itself I'll bundle myself off to summer school in some distant land and pretend to be productive while earning some credits and/or filling possible gaps in my resume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What're all my fellow 1Ls up to for the summer I wonder...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930564-113685238258866564?l=narkoleptik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930564/posts/default/113685238258866564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930564/posts/default/113685238258866564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narkoleptik.blogspot.com/2006/01/ahhh-refreshed-im-still-on-vacation.html' title=''/><author><name>Narkoleptik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11370737970171384534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07110662986689851112'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930564.post-113513568451500453</id><published>2005-12-20T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T22:28:04.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>!</title><content type='html'>Happy Holidays Everybody. I had my last final today and I'm not sticking around a second longer than I have to. See you all next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930564-113513568451500453?l=narkoleptik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930564/posts/default/113513568451500453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930564/posts/default/113513568451500453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narkoleptik.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post.html' title='!'/><author><name>Narkoleptik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11370737970171384534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07110662986689851112'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930564.post-113443292904699002</id><published>2005-12-12T19:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T19:15:29.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Torts? what Torts? I'm done with Torts...possibly for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930564-113443292904699002?l=narkoleptik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930564/posts/default/113443292904699002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930564/posts/default/113443292904699002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narkoleptik.blogspot.com/2005/12/torts-what-torts-im-done-with-torts.html' title=''/><author><name>Narkoleptik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11370737970171384534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07110662986689851112'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930564.post-113422920348188802</id><published>2005-12-10T10:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T10:40:03.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One exam down...and while I'm certainly a tad (read: a LOT) sleep-deprived I feel safe saying it wasn't nearly as painful as I expected -- of course, that's not to say it was good but still. I'm alive...3 more to go before I can get the hell out of here for a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, one of the most important things I learned about keeping your sanity before and after the exam is to ensure you have either earplugs or music pumping to drown out all the nervous chatter which manifests itself in pure obnoxiousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK...off to the library...more studying to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G'Luck on your exams everybody!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930564-113422920348188802?l=narkoleptik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930564/posts/default/113422920348188802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930564/posts/default/113422920348188802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narkoleptik.blogspot.com/2005/12/one-exam-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Narkoleptik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11370737970171384534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07110662986689851112'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930564.post-113280532204416216</id><published>2005-11-23T22:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T23:08:42.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch, that hurts</title><content type='html'>Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had the most unbelievably riduculous few weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has to be what people mean when they say don't go to law school. Everything had to be done and it took twice as long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now...finals...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930564-113280532204416216?l=narkoleptik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930564/posts/default/113280532204416216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930564/posts/default/113280532204416216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narkoleptik.blogspot.com/2005/11/ouch-that-hurts.html' title='Ouch, that hurts'/><author><name>Narkoleptik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11370737970171384534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07110662986689851112'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930564.post-113080545194544941</id><published>2005-10-31T19:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T19:37:31.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Worst Week Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Every Sunday, without fail for the past few weeks I've said to my suitemate, this is going to be the worst week ever. Every Sunday she agrees. I'd like to take it all back, because I know now without fail that this week...will be the &lt;strong&gt;worst&lt;/strong&gt; week EVER. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got make-ups for not one, not two, but &lt;strong&gt;t-h-r-e-e&lt;/strong&gt; classes this week. And they're all in the morning, for instance, on Thursday I have a Con Law class at 8:15, 8:15AM people. That's just plain cruel. and it's not the only Con Law class for the day. On Friday I've got 2 Civ Pros plus a Torts make-up, plus my regular classes, oh yeah my memo's due on Friday too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh..this week...is definitely the worst week ever, no question about it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930564-113080545194544941?l=narkoleptik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930564/posts/default/113080545194544941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930564/posts/default/113080545194544941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narkoleptik.blogspot.com/2005/10/worst-week-ever.html' title='The Worst Week Ever'/><author><name>Narkoleptik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11370737970171384534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07110662986689851112'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930564.post-113068800850520306</id><published>2005-10-30T10:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T11:00:08.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Never really thought I'd say this but...man I'm glad I'm not going to  Harvard right now...Over at Josh's place it's...&lt;a href="http://blawgcoop.com/badglacier/index.php?p=275"&gt;snowing&lt;/a&gt;. Already! Just the  thought of snow right now makes me scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930564-113068800850520306?l=narkoleptik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930564/posts/default/113068800850520306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930564/posts/default/113068800850520306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narkoleptik.blogspot.com/2005/10/never-really-thought-id-say-this-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Narkoleptik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11370737970171384534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07110662986689851112'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930564.post-113037380775189428</id><published>2005-10-26T20:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T20:47:14.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wordpress Phenomenon</title><content type='html'>OK so a while ago I signed up for an invite to a wordpress blog and now I've got it. I'm not that hip in blog speak, but...should I switch over? What does this whole wordpress thing mean, I admit it I just signed up b/c everybody in the blogosphere seemed to be in love with it, but now I apparently need to decide if I want a wordpress blog within a week or my invite goes to waste...so...any wordpressers out there? What's the big deal? Is it better than blogger? Will I be happier? Will it boost me over the curve and onto a journal here at Narkoleptik U? Whatd'ya think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930564-113037380775189428?l=narkoleptik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930564/posts/default/113037380775189428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930564/posts/default/113037380775189428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narkoleptik.blogspot.com/2005/10/wordpress-phenomenon.html' title='The Wordpress Phenomenon'/><author><name>Narkoleptik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11370737970171384534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07110662986689851112'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930564.post-113037364364921862</id><published>2005-10-26T20:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T20:46:22.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew!</title><content type='html'>So we had our practice exams today, which is why I've been absent for the past few days (I'm really going to have to manage my time better so I can post regularly, other people seem to be able to do it - of course maybe they're just smarter, more organised than I am). I figured it'd be best to actual know something to get the most out of the exam even though it wasn't graded. I have to say, it was as bad as it could be. I had Torts, thank God. By the way, anybody who has a good grasp of proximate causation, feel free to break it down to me...in 50 words or less. Supposedly, it's really only going to click after we read &lt;em&gt;Palsgraf&lt;/em&gt; but for now...I'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does everybody use Secure Exam? Mine totally required two reboots of my computer before it got going today, I was convinced I'd have had to write it in a blue book, I haven't written anything longer than my signature in years...it wouldn't have been pretty. A couple other people I know of had their computers freeze during the exam...which our procter was more than happy to tell us didn't mean we'd get extra time, it meant we'd stop typing get a blue book and keep writing right where we left off. Good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930564-113037364364921862?l=narkoleptik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930564/posts/default/113037364364921862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930564/posts/default/113037364364921862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narkoleptik.blogspot.com/2005/10/whew.html' title='Whew!'/><author><name>Narkoleptik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11370737970171384534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07110662986689851112'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930564.post-112968632274614949</id><published>2005-10-18T21:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T21:45:22.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's mid-October and already we're installing exam software. Are these people going out of their way to scare me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that vein however, I've tested my laptop for compatibility with SecureExam, I've been vouched for so theoretically I'm good to go. Of course the instructions said after installing SecureExam I shouldn't install or install any software...however I've been having some browser issues that sparked a flurry of installing and uninstalling but still I'm hoping for the best. Also I mess around on my computer a lot, can I really go two months w/o installing any programmes? Can anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930564-112968632274614949?l=narkoleptik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930564/posts/default/112968632274614949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930564/posts/default/112968632274614949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narkoleptik.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-mid-october-and-already-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Narkoleptik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11370737970171384534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07110662986689851112'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930564.post-112956767045702847</id><published>2005-10-17T12:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T12:47:50.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When the wind blows</title><content type='html'>Hey all, sorry for the lack of posting, my weekend in NYC turned out to be a tad longer but I'm back now...and happy about it...yeah (no really, that was sincere...really).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYC was great, or as great as it could be considering that it rained every day for hours on end, which is fine typically because I love the rain but all it did was remind me that when this rain is over the snow's gonna be coming in a few weeks. A bloke who was an undergrad at Narkoleptik U actually told me the other day that he's surprised it hasn't snowed yet. S-c-a-r-y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already mentioned the &lt;a href="http://narkoleptik.blogspot.com/2005/10/riddle-me-this.html"&gt;construction&lt;/a&gt; that's been going on practically outside my window on the dorm. Now the good thing about construction is that on weekends and when they're gone home there should be silence right? WRONG. Whatever they're doing outside my window needs to be covered up by lots and lots of tarp. They however, haven't secured said tarp well and oh yeah, have I mentioned it's been really really windy here for the past few days? Yup, you guessed it, as long as the wind blows I have the joyous sound of tarp flapping in the wind to keep me company. Good stuff. No, no, Great stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930564-112956767045702847?l=narkoleptik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930564/posts/default/112956767045702847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930564/posts/default/112956767045702847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narkoleptik.blogspot.com/2005/10/when-wind-blows.html' title='When the wind blows'/><author><name>Narkoleptik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11370737970171384534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07110662986689851112'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930564.post-112869949470600628</id><published>2005-10-07T11:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T11:38:14.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh huh, Yeah</title><content type='html'>Aight peoples, I've handed in my memo...in duplicate and now I'm free so what any self-respecting person would do once they've got a monkey off their back [no idea if that's the right metaphor]...go to the CITY of course!!! I'm heading to NYC for the weekend. Watch out y'all. That crazy person you see who's just happy to be in civilisation again, and who clearly hasn't had some quality fun in 6 weeks? Yeah that's me, holla if you see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm really more excited about this than I should be, but bear with me, I deserve it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930564-112869949470600628?l=narkoleptik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930564/posts/default/112869949470600628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930564/posts/default/112869949470600628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narkoleptik.blogspot.com/2005/10/uh-huh-yeah.html' title='Uh huh, Yeah'/><author><name>Narkoleptik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11370737970171384534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07110662986689851112'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930564.post-112862360101136991</id><published>2005-10-06T14:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T14:33:21.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Riddle me this...</title><content type='html'>Question: What's worse than construction workers on scaffolding right outside your window using things that make loud noises when you have your legal memo due tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Construction workers who listen to loud country music (and sing along) and communicate on their Nextel walkie-talkie phones WHILE using things that make loud noises while you have your legal memo due tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930564-112862360101136991?l=narkoleptik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930564/posts/default/112862360101136991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930564/posts/default/112862360101136991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narkoleptik.blogspot.com/2005/10/riddle-me-this.html' title='Riddle me this...'/><author><name>Narkoleptik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11370737970171384534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07110662986689851112'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930564.post-112822357567583325</id><published>2005-10-01T23:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T23:26:15.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty Conscience</title><content type='html'>I had a great dinner tonight - Thai - one of my favorite kinds of food. The thing is the service was B-A-D. So we did what any annoyed person did, we left a small tip. I feel a tad guilty just b/c I'm generally a generous tipper, but not that guilty when I think about the service. I just wish I could tell them that the only reason they got a small tip was because of the service, not b/c we're cheap tippers. So, I think bills should come with a little box for comments, or a little multiple choice section, kinda like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose one of the following reasons for your tip amount:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.  The food was horrible, you're on the way to the pharmacy to pick up some pepto-bismal (sp?)&lt;br /&gt;B.  The food was horrible and on your way to the pharmacy you'd like to run over your waiter&lt;br /&gt;C.  The food was great, but you really can't afford to tip more, you'll be back when you get a real job.&lt;br /&gt;D.  The food was great, but the service sucked&lt;br /&gt;E.  The food was OK and the service was OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so on... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it'd be great for HR purposes and I'd definitely circle a letter if I wasn't too tipsy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930564-112822357567583325?l=narkoleptik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930564/posts/default/112822357567583325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930564/posts/default/112822357567583325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narkoleptik.blogspot.com/2005/10/guilty-conscience.html' title='Guilty Conscience'/><author><name>Narkoleptik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11370737970171384534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07110662986689851112'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930564.post-112806262448677148</id><published>2005-09-30T02:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T02:43:44.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bright Lights</title><content type='html'>It's about 2:45am, but I think I just got an epiphany about my legal memo. I really do believe I've seen the light so what do I do? Do I write the memo? Nope. I blog about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930564-112806262448677148?l=narkoleptik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930564/posts/default/112806262448677148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930564/posts/default/112806262448677148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narkoleptik.blogspot.com/2005/09/bright-lights.html' title='Bright Lights'/><author><name>Narkoleptik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11370737970171384534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07110662986689851112'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930564.post-112803092728405325</id><published>2005-09-29T17:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T17:55:27.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It always amazes me when people come into the library - a relatively quiet area, I think - then proceed to make the loudest noises possible while they arrange themselves by dropping their casebooks from what appears to be a height of three or four feet unto their desks, then they boot their laptops which has its volume turned on high and then, just when you think the shuffling's died down, their cell-phone goes off once, they appear to turn the ringer off, then 3 minutes later it goes off again, this time on vibrate but it seems that they put their phone in a bag containing at least 200 marbles which causes it to make an endearing racket, then of course it takes them 4 rings to locate the phone, and this time they have to answer, only we're in the basement so reception sucks...so what do they do? They scream at the top of their voice telling the other person that they can't hear them and they're in the library and can the person hold on until they get outside and call them back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course they could have just silenced the ringer and gone outside to call them back...but, of course, they don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930564-112803092728405325?l=narkoleptik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930564/posts/default/112803092728405325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930564/posts/default/112803092728405325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narkoleptik.blogspot.com/2005/09/it-always-amazes-me-when-people-come.html' title=''/><author><name>Narkoleptik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11370737970171384534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07110662986689851112'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930564.post-112796196795184074</id><published>2005-09-28T22:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T22:46:07.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Martha, Martha, Martha</title><content type='html'>I've gotta disagree w/ &lt;a href="http://divineangst.blawgcoop.com/"&gt;divine angst&lt;/a&gt; on this &lt;a href="http://divineangst.blawgcoop.com/archives/2005/09/more_tv_bloggin.html"&gt;one&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually think &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/The_Apprentice:_Martha_Stewart/candidates/bio_jim.shtml"&gt;Jim's&lt;/a&gt; what makes the show watching a fair amount of the time. He's so blatantly obnoxious and conniving [you have to admit he has a point, get rid of the competition early in the game so you have a better chance of winning] that it makes for good TV...or for TV that I'm willing to waste an hour watching when I've got Civ Pro reading to do anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930564-112796196795184074?l=narkoleptik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930564/posts/default/112796196795184074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930564/posts/default/112796196795184074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narkoleptik.blogspot.com/2005/09/martha-martha-martha.html' title='Martha, Martha, Martha'/><author><name>Narkoleptik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11370737970171384534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07110662986689851112'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930564.post-112779501054040168</id><published>2005-09-27T00:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T00:23:30.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh! 2.0</title><content type='html'>Thanks to all for the well/good wishes. My cold seems to have morphed into a super-cold on steroids and is gaining strength from each additional hour of rainfall that we have here at Nark U., oh yeah, it's been falling since Saturday night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this feeling that I'm going to get called on in Con Law soon, I don't know if it's this week, but I sense impending doom. We're actually doing the Equal Protection Clause so I figure I should be able to mutter something remotely coherent even if I don't know what's going on. If all else fails I can throw out a controversial comment which will prod the gunners into action and then slip into obscurity while they battle it out for the rest of the class having forgotten, or not caring, who started it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely unrelated note, what's up with the people who wear flip-flops in the rain? How is that not gross...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, cough medicine time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930564-112779501054040168?l=narkoleptik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930564/posts/default/112779501054040168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930564/posts/default/112779501054040168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narkoleptik.blogspot.com/2005/09/ugh-20.html' title='Ugh! 2.0'/><author><name>Narkoleptik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11370737970171384534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07110662986689851112'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930564.post-112753470947739464</id><published>2005-09-23T23:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T00:05:09.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh!</title><content type='html'>I've got it...yes IT! The damn cold that's been going around the law school all week.  I saw it coming and I started taking my vitamins Iclearly too late) and washing my hands til they bled and still...STILL I've got the damn cold. This has to be one of the biggest downsides about being "in the law building" - it's all the same people breathing the same air. It's uncanny how many of people got sick this week. Nobody was impervious, the profs got it, the staff got it and of course I think every single person in my class at some point had the sniffles. And today, it was me. Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I'm going to go cough my lungs out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930564-112753470947739464?l=narkoleptik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930564/posts/default/112753470947739464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930564/posts/default/112753470947739464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narkoleptik.blogspot.com/2005/09/ugh.html' title='Ugh!'/><author><name>Narkoleptik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11370737970171384534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07110662986689851112'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930564.post-112745247895414066</id><published>2005-09-22T23:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T01:15:36.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Good</title><content type='html'>My lawyering memo outline is due tomorrow and I just spent the last two hours watching The Apprentice and ER -- which by the way had a really bad premiere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK...I've gotta go write...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Donald Trump has a really bad fake tan going, I'm thinking, Dude, you live in NY, you're a business man, it's OK to be pale, the fake tan is not necessary. Of course the time I spend thinking about this could be spent on my memo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930564-112745247895414066?l=narkoleptik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930564/posts/default/112745247895414066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930564/posts/default/112745247895414066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narkoleptik.blogspot.com/2005/09/not-good.html' title='Not Good'/><author><name>Narkoleptik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11370737970171384534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07110662986689851112'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930564.post-112735247985902856</id><published>2005-09-21T21:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T21:27:59.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is it just me or if Blogger needs to be down for maintenance they could choose a completely better time...like not just about the time when I've done my Con Law reading and have a great and semi-intelligent idea for a post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh forget it, brainstorm's passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. it was going to be a really cool post too...I just feel it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930564-112735247985902856?l=narkoleptik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930564/posts/default/112735247985902856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930564/posts/default/112735247985902856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narkoleptik.blogspot.com/2005/09/is-it-just-me-or-if-blogger-needs-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Narkoleptik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11370737970171384534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07110662986689851112'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930564.post-112727681669787593</id><published>2005-09-21T00:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T00:26:56.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought for the day</title><content type='html'>Today I received an email from a school inviting me to join in on a web-chat and notifying me off a fee waiver if I should feel inclined to apply because based on my LSAT score they think I'd be a good candidate. Now I'm pretty sure LSAC has removed me or done whatever it is they do to their databases at the end of the applying season so I can only assume that this school's had me on their list for a year.  Can't say I'm all that attracted to law schools who're trying to fill up their classes based on old mailing lists -- but that's because now I can afford to be choosy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The schools inopportune email got me to thinking [I do that every other week or so] about just how far I've come in a year. Last year this time I was filling out law school apps and reading and re-reading my statements for typos and was all in all a nervous wreck, worried that my GPA was high enough and that my LSAT wasn't high enough or that I wasn't an interest ing enough person to be accepted to law school and I'd be stuck handing out lunch-special  fliers on the corner of 54th and Lexington. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flash foward one year: I'm in law school, a pretty good one, bitching about all the reading I've got to do, worrying about not making an ass of myself if I get called on, rolling my eyes at the gunners, and wondering if I'll ever find the time to know all I need to know and have a life at the same time. All this, in 365 days or less, I've just gotta say....ain't life grand?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930564-112727681669787593?l=narkoleptik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930564/posts/default/112727681669787593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930564/posts/default/112727681669787593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narkoleptik.blogspot.com/2005/09/thought-for-day.html' title='Thought for the day'/><author><name>Narkoleptik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11370737970171384534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07110662986689851112'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930564.post-112673803940553418</id><published>2005-09-14T18:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T18:47:19.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Holla!</title><content type='html'>I got the shout-out today in Contracts..."Ms. Narkoleptik...could you explain..." All in all I don't think I did that badly, and at least I got it out of the way. Also while answering I was less nervous than I thought I would have been, it comes from seeing that everybody makes a fool of themselves at least once and it's no big deal, you just accept it and move on...I do love it when the gunners make fools of themselves though. Love. It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I rue the day when I get called on in Civ Pro, that class is just not cool, I'm thinking I may have to find a way to swallow [literally] the Federal Rules of Civil Procedure before I manage to keep up. Man I hate that book. Hate. It.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930564-112673803940553418?l=narkoleptik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930564/posts/default/112673803940553418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930564/posts/default/112673803940553418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narkoleptik.blogspot.com/2005/09/holla.html' title='Holla!'/><author><name>Narkoleptik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11370737970171384534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07110662986689851112'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930564.post-112663233383157261</id><published>2005-09-13T13:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T13:25:33.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anti-Cool</title><content type='html'>What’s up with assigning 20 pages of reading and spending 75 minutes discussing 1.5 of those 20 pages and telling us, most of the assigned reading was just fluff because the real reading for the class was too short? Not cool, not cool at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6930564-112663233383157261?l=narkoleptik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930564/posts/default/112663233383157261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6930564/posts/default/112663233383157261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narkoleptik.blogspot.com/2005/09/anti-cool.html' title='Anti-Cool'/><author><name>Narkoleptik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11370737970171384534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07110662986689851112'/></author></entry></feed>