I suspect someone feels constrained…
I had my last formal1 law school class session yesterday evening.
My presence in yesterday’s class underscored how pointless attendance is sometimes. I slogged through rush-hour traffic on slick roads for a 15-minute “wrap up” session that should have been tacked on to last week’s class.
Long-time readers of this blog know about my struggles with mice in my new apartment building. At first I thought my neighbor kept pigs and then the mice somersaulted through my kitchen.
I eventually started fighting back, which meant that the dogs got hold of the poison mouse blocks and I dealt with “no mess” mouse traps that created pools of stinky mouse blood.
In short, the mouse situation was a flaming hot mess for a very long time.
I sort of gave up during these past few months. I still kept all food refrigerated or covered and occasionally put out poison blocks, but I basically resigned myself to vacuuming up mouse crap every few days and using ungodly amounts of Lysol.
Then while at Wal-Mart this weekend I see a display of mouse-glue-pads.
Most of my friends are cat owners. I blame renting policies, because I think more people would chose dog-ownership if they could.
I’ll skip the whole diatribe on how cats are filthy and destructive, because someone’s just going to point out that my dogs aren’t any better.
This caught my eye at Wal-Mart few weeks ago:
After much debate on twitter, I decided to buy an espresso maker but I opted not to buy the $100 Tassimo espresso machine because it is expensive and requires special espresso pods.
I officially live in a winter wonderland.
This weekend’s storm dumped about 6 inches on Minneapolis, which Gertrude loved.
Let’s just say it took a long time to get home.
I had a suit on today because of a tax clinic meeting. I still had this suit on when I left work, so there I am, tie and loafers, excavating the car with snow flying everywhere.
I considered placing the bulldog statue I have at work with this gem:
I thought about it for longer than I’d like to admit, but I remembered the #1 rule of retail and resisted: if you’re not thrilled about a purchase, you probably don’t need it.
Now, I’m sure this is just a guy delivering phone books:
But I see a ton of junked-up cars in my neighborhood which remind me of the people on A&E’s Hoarders show.
The professors assigned one of three Supreme Court cert petitions to each student and we wrote response briefs.
Today we defended our briefs in group debates. I spent the majority of our debate challenging Nancy Grace: “The defendant recruited four guys to invade Joana’s home, pistol whipped her husband, threw Joana in the car, and stole her bayyybay!”
She may have a thoroughly embarrassing job, the fake snow might be toxic, but she’s all smiles!
I’m not going to make a crack about “Minnesota Passive Aggressive.” Really. I’m not.
There are some typical scenes on my dog walks such as the frozen lake:
…and the geese over-population problem:
But there are several less-mundane scenes, like the bridge crashes and random blood on the snow:
And even political statements in the porta-potties:
Christmas shopping season means that the Mall of America is insufferable on the weekends. At least the decorations are pretty:
It is Saturday night and my car glides through traffic on 494. Whip my Hair is on the radio and I am excited about tonight’s date. Things are awesome.
The awesomeness ends approximately 15 minutes later when I open my apartment door and get smacked by the smell of rotten eggs. Harley is sick and yarked everywhere.
I manage to clean up the copious amounts of yolk-like vomit, take the dogs out, drain the building boiler, and get dressed within 25 minutes. I am not going to be late for this date, dammit!
So of course, when I open the door to leave, I hear “BLARRG!”
It’s time for another list of the songs that make me shimmy and shake.
Let’s start with Florence Welch of Florence + The Machine. It’s like Emily Haines and Sarah Ferguson had a baby that decided to take after Lady Gaga. I’m obsessed with Florence’s “The Dog Days are Over” and live most of my life with that song on repeat. Here is a live version:
It’s almost 1am.
I spent the majority of Thanksgiving working on my Death Penalty paper in the Law Library. I’m probably the only non-Asian student1 here, and it’s time to go home.
