Alesus has some interesting neighbors.
Picture of the day
It feels like everyone started school already, but the University of Minnesota law school starts after labor day, so I still have a week left of summer.
I only have one week of summer left because orientation leader training starts this Friday and I will spend the entire first week of September encouraging the new 1Ls to be less awkward around each other. I think we call that mingling.
So while the other law students figure out how to read cases, stress about employment, and even represent themselves in court, you can find me at the lake.
And I know it makes for dull reading and summary posts, but it is a lot of fun.
My time is spent working, listening to MPR, walking the krakens, biking, and watching trashy TV shows online with Alesus… you know, that “relaxation” thing that they beat out of us 1L year sometime between Contracts and Torts.
Oh, and there’s the occasional night out with drag show fabulousness:
So one of my neighbors used a bungee cord to hold up his bumper for the longest time. Now the bumper is riding inside the car:
Driving to work felt like a video game because this truck kept flinging trash on the road:
I spent most of my summers in Germany growing up. My grandparents frequently took me to Holland for my birthday, but one year we went to Nordfriesland, which is near the border of Denmark.
One thing that irked me about Denmark is that many of the houses had roof-tile siding, as if the roof melted over the second floor. It was unspeakably hideous.
So I got flashbacks when I ran into this house, near my favorite Dunn Brothers:
Summer is fabulous. You can find me at work, biking across the metro area, at cafes, dragging the dogs around the lake, and at home with the new boyfriend, usually watching Jersey Shore or BravoTV online.
During the past two weeks there were also missed apartment showings, foiled robberies, and an usual amount of spoiled food. I also feel perpetually behind in blogging, music production, and laundry. Blame it on the excessive amount of lake time:
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.
This is the, “Am I in trouble or what?” face.
One of the first things I noticed about my new apartment was the fruit flies. The apartment was clean, and there was no exposed food in the kitchen, but the fruit flies were everywhere.
There were even fruit flies in my bedroom closet! I don’t even want to think about why…
So I turned to my blackberry, googled fruit-fly trap concoctions, and set my trap.
The fruit-fly trap was a glass of pear juice with a plastic cover (with holes) stretched over it.
A few days later Alesus was over, and I told him about my trap. He noted that there were no fruit-flies in the kitchen, but there were also no flies in the trap. Hm.
I didn’t figure out what was going on until today:
