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Mock trial is kinda ticking me off right now. Not even to get in to the whole me being a witness thing again, but it's looking like the other, JV for lack of a better word, team is going to go on to regionals and we're not. Simply because a) they got a really easy jury the first round, and as such got high scores for examinations that I had heard and would rate several points lower (people got 10s for questions that I would rate at about a 6 or 7) and b) we're going against a team that also won 3/3 ballots first round (with lower points than us, but they're right about in the middle of the rankings and the low points thing may just have been from having a hard jury like ours was first round), and they're going against a team that lost all of the ballots and is 4th from the bottom of the rankings.

But round two determines the regionals thing anyway, and that's not until Thursday. We sound pretty good, minus the fact that one of the lawyers couldn't be there today, and as she was the same one who was sick on the last competition date, the coach has pretty much kicked her out. Which was a mistake. I say yes, tell the lawyers on my team (grr at me not being one of them or allowed to be half lawyer, half witness--I would love to pick up an opening or a cross as I'm good at both) to figure out what to say and all, but whatever she's got so far is probably going to be better than what they can scrape up in 4 days (though when the other two lawyers had to pick up her things last round--them because they were the first two to show up and be told, just like how the first two lawyers to arrive at practice today got her stuff--they still kinda did well rocked at it in the last competition, when they only had an hour and a half) and so if she shows up to compete, listen to her do her stuff right before and if she's better than them, let her do it.

The witness that I am going to be this round? Still worthless. But I have yet to hear a cross for that witness that is anywhere near comparable to the kickass that mine was last round, so at least she's not worthless to the defense (our side this round) in direct and harmful to the defense in cross, like she was when I wiped the floor with him (twas a guy last round) in January.

So. Not worried about Thursday so much as ticked off about the whole situation. Still, that means that everybody was right. Come Thursday, I wager I'll be a lot less nervous than if I had to lawyer. But I'll be a lot more anxious during the thing because I can't talk to the lawyers to tell them to object or anything. I'm going to have to bloody put my hand over my face keep from answering objections that the opposing counsel makes when I'm on the stand (like I did today in practice several times when my lawyer couldn't explain it right). And it's going to be just as hard on the bench. Because I'm always all with the *hushed whisper* "Object. Relevance. Now." and whispering the rebuttal for objections to them as they stand up to respond if they look like they don't know it and such when I'm not doing one of my things when I'm a lawyer.

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Hee, I've got my email set up now to deliver all lj comment notifications to a folder called "Unreplied LJ comments" so hopefully I won't lose them so much in my 300 someodd message strong inbox. I had tried to do that earlier, more than a year ago, but for some reason it didn't work. Of course, that doesn't mean that I'll find time to answer them, but still. Yay.

Must go to bed. I've got more things to talk about, but I've decided that as I've got to get up early enough tomorrow to take a shower (as I managed to completely forget tonight and my hair is scummy) and take all the trash to the curb for pickup (of which there is a lot because of continued room cleaning), I should probably endeavor to get more than three hours of sleep. Which will not happen unless I fall asleep within the next 20 minutes. Damn.

Oh. And since I actually played volleyball for two games in one match on Sunday (which was funfunfun)? My knees are purple. Badly so. Makes me laugh, because it's all *paleywhitepaleywhite-purplishbrownishyuck-paleywhitepaleywhite* Dumb annoying habit of diving for the ball even when there's no chance of reaching it in time. I realize that there's no chance, and yet I dive. Probably because I want to make it look like I tried to get it so people don't think I'm lazy. Even though there's no chance that anyone would have been able to get it in my position. This needing to please people thing, I dunno.

I had to make a tag for self-analysis. Because I have tags for everything else and I do that so often that it practically deserves its own LJ. Makes me smile, because I realize that most people probably don't spend as much time analyzing the motives behind every unconscious decision/action/thought/dream as I do. Dunno what that says about me.