Time to rethink the vending machine food.
Time to rethink the vending machine food.
My neighbor is fierce.
I bought a Schwinn bike from Target during my 1L year.
I had no car, lived in the Gamma eta Gamma house in Dinkytown, and biking seemed like the collegy thing to do. $150 felt pricy… but I bought the bike and used it until winter came.
The bike came back out this summer and last week I biked over 100 miles. Most of the biking was to work, which is 15 miles out in the suburbs.
I also somehow managed to break the bike. A pedal snapped in half. The kick stand unscrewed halfway. The handlebar was bent. The seat hurt my butt.
It was a disaster.
So I went to Freewheel bike shop, which is by campus, under the shadow of the Stacks:
Someone’s being shady.
This pair took a minute to get it together.
Dear Lake Calhoun/Minnesota weather/Sven Sundgaard and his form-fitting-dress pants:
If it’s going to be overcast, then I need it to be cooler and less humid.
Gertrude knew the vet visit wasn’t for her. She was just there to laugh.
I saw a huge photoshop fail while waiting in line at the grocery store today.
Whose body did they paste her on?
This is the, “Am I in trouble or what?” face.
I took this during Pride, but forgot to post it, which is a shame because she’s fabulous.
And, for additional randomness:
So the worst part is that the first version of this billboard featured a heavily made-up woman.
As with everything else in law school…
This blog needs a redesign. I have more unfinished laundry than a women’s penitentiary. My bike, rollerblades, and gym shoes feel neglected.
I am one check-in from becoming mayor of McDonald’s. (My love handles don’t lie.) My progress on my album is underwhelming. And, and and.
Harley doesn’t do well with heat.
Some of my neighbors have very strong themes in their wardrobes.
I finally bought a steamer and cleaned my rugs before moving them down to my new apartment. And oh my god, look at that filth!
The steamer has gotten a lot of use. My new apartment is carpeted, and my dog trainer told me that I have to re-potty train them because dogs don’t generalize well…so being house-broken in one apartment does not mean they are 100% house-broken in another apartment.
This makes the moving process…delightful.
Most of my furniture is in the new apartment but I still have clothes and hundreds of books to move downstairs. I’m slightly worried about leaving the dogs out with books because Harley has a taste for literature. We’ll see if Harley has grown out of his book-eating phase tomorrow.
We are still working on this whole “playing with tennis balls and not eating them” thing.
I have some awesome neighbors.
Just when I thought I hid the dog bones from them…