Elmo randomly on the side of a house, around Halloween:
Amber: “I am a happy person. Really. I’m not unhappy, but I am definitely less happy after being in law school.”
I thought it was an odd comment, but I understand it now that I am a 3L.
I remembered Amber’s comment while trying to explain what has happened to me to a college friend. I kept using words such as weary, quieter, subdued, but I could not find a satisfying description of how I am less vibrant than I was in undergrad. I think “less happy but not unhappy” works.
This blog was way overdue for a new header, and I decided to feature Harley this winter.
He’s disgusting by the way…
Yes, the drool gave him the leaf-mouth-earrings. Sigh.
A historic storm hit Minneapolis last night. There were 60mph wind gusts which made the evening dog walk feel like being simultaneously cast in a Willow Smith video and a dramatic scene from Harry Potter.
The bulk of the storm was last night, but this morning’s commute was still windy and filled with that soggy type of snow that doesn’t stick. Jill caught me running out of the school parking garage in this plague weather.
Patti Stanger (the Matchmaker) just made one of the Millionaires make a list of his five non-negotiables / deal-breakers for dating. I love the idea.
Not too crazy, right?
Note: “Best Week Ever” posts summarized the week’s events.
This week? Ugh. Well, I strongly considered killing the Rottweiler twice – once for waking me up in the middle of the night, and another time for shutting down in front of the Obama line. The Obama thing was technically my fault, but she can’t exactly defend herself, so I win.
I also went to a very expensive movie, returned to vlogging, and made the locker room of the law school smell like a whorehouse. What a productive week!
I love walking the dogs on campus during the weekends. The University of Minnesota campus is huge, and mostly abandoned on Saturdays.
It is also a gorgeous fall day. So to campus we went. We parked on the West Bank walked across the Washington Avenue bridge as I listened to MPR on the blackberry.
I notice several large groups of people on the East Bank and I assume that there is a football game or something. No big deal. I then see a large line just as I hear MPR news announcer say, “Lines already forming the U of M campus for President Obama’s visit.”
Crap.
I am at the office’s coffee/hot water machine. It’s a Tazo tea day. A curly-haired woman approaches from the side and we both do a start-stop motion towards the machine.
Me: “Oh, sorry. Go ahead.”
Curls: “Oh no, you go.”
Me: “It’s fine.”
Curls: “You were here first.”
Me: “Well thank you.”
Curls: “You’re very welcome.”
But today is different. I packed lunch for a marathon day at school, so I finally went to my locker to throw my lunch in.
My locker must have missed me because when I open the locker, it flings a bottle of Abercrombie Fierce cologne from the top shelf. The bottle smashes on the floor.
I quickly look around and pick up the glass shards, and then sneak to the trash and hide the evidence. I then wipe the floor dry, and hope I didn’t get too much of the Fierce water on me in the process.
It has happened three days in a row now: it is around 4 am. I am on my fifth hour of sleep, and I hear a sigh from the side of my bed.
I curse under my breath. Gertrude does a Marge Simpson grumble.
I then try to ignore Gertrude, and she flings herself on the floor dramatically and sighs, over and over, until I take her out.
The tree leaves colored, launched themselves from their branches, and blanketed every corner of Minneapolis. The leaves are crunchy too! Walking around feels like smashing Sun Chips, minus the faux-healthy chip grease and glaring janitor.
I spend a lot of time on campus due to the gaps in between my classes and the various special events, but I try to avoid the West Bank (where the law school is) because of the depressing communist-chic architecture:
I chuck the tennis ball and Gertrude goes nuts. Hide your kids, hide your wife, cus we got a ball hog out here:
The worst part about winter in Minnesota isn’t the cold – it’s the dark. And it’s already starting.
It was pitch black before 7pm today.
Alesus and I are outside of the Uptown Suburban World Theater, having beverages and people watching.
The manger comes out and moves a sandwich board into a metered parking spot. This placement looks awkward, so a waitress suggests that he put the sign on the trash can in front of the restaurant.
Manager: “Hm, sure that looks real appetizing. They’ll come right on it!”
And then he puts the sign up:
