Welcome all ye who have entered

Who am I, an old Englishman? Look at that title. I'm so uncreative.

This is undoubtedly going to be a very long summer.


I'm a law intern somewhere in the New York City among the thousands of law students who are interning in the Big Apple. The great thing about being an intern is that I don't get paid.
I hope y'all got that sarcasm. If so, this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

I also have the attention span of a goldfish. Snapple facts tell me that that's about 3 seconds. It seems accurate here.
I'm interning at a place where there isn't much interactive stuff going on, so in order to keep my...focus, I decided to start a blog. I always wanted to be a writer, back when I thought I could do anything. And it's better than bidding for things on eBay, which I was starting to do. And I'm broke so....that would be a slippery slope, according to my Constitutional Law professor. [This is why I hate law school, because it takes over your life. Including, but not limited to, the way you think.]


Speaking of law school, I just finished my first year and it was terrible. Actually the worst. Come this time last year, I had already committed to law school and had gotten an acceptance letter from my dream school in California. I took it, flew to the west coast, and now live happily ever after.
Obviously not.
My heart's in California, my soul belongs to this city. Hence the split life thoughts, because every once in awhile I'll probably be writing about what life would have been like if I had made what I believe is the better decision. And by that I mean all the time. I usually live by the theory of No fear, no regrets, but let me tell you, I regret not going to California pretty much every day. If I could go back in time, I would shake the spit out of myself and tell myself to pack my bags and book that flight. Regret is the heaviest of the feelings, unfortunately.

On that bright and cheery note, I'm going to end this post and get some work done before lunch.