There's no emoticon for how I feel when Jose Gonzalez rhymes 'passion' with 'compassion'

Angry face wouldn't do. >:( It's not anger, really. I'm in too fine a mood, drinking my coffee on this overcast morning, and Jose Gonzalez is too wussy.

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In my ongoing efforts to transform myself into New Model Will (hereafter: NMW), a dynamic young legal scholar whom firms will line up to hire, I'm trying to limit the amount of time I waste online [he wrote in a meandering, aimless post in a blog read by no one -- Ed.]. To that end I have discovered a helpful Firefox add-on: TimeTracker. It's a tiny little clock in the bottom-right of my screen which informs me how long I've been online since getting up this morning. This is helpful for days like today, when I don't want to limit my surfing entirely (in which case I would activate LeechBlock, for people with absolutely no spine or will power, people like Old/Current Model Will) but I don't want to waste the entire weekend.

For instance, TimeTracker tells me I've been online for 52 minutes already this morning. I don't know where that time went. I seem to recall watching some SNL sketches from last night (I'm glad NBC stopped swimming against the current and started uploading all their most popular material immediately after it airs) and reading the same Facebook feed updates I read half a dozen times yesterday. Dangerously un-NMW-like.

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Unrelated: studying for my one-hour Criminal Procedure test has led me to two conclusions:

1. When I am forced to write notes by hand [the prof enforces a laptop ban in her classes], I just draw pictures of people I don't like;
2. I don't know how to prepare for a one-hour test, as I have not had one since grade twelve or so; and
3. Short numbered lists are the cornerstone of the criminal justice system -- without them, it would be margin-to-margin chaos!
   

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The dynamic young legal scholar is off to the gym now, because he signed up three days ago, it's a rip-off, and he hasn't used it once yet; because helping the body helps the mind, or some bullshit; and because anything, even physical exertion, is better than reading about Waterfield and Mann again.