Giving advice to future law students is EXACTLY like this:
Giving advice to future law students is EXACTLY like this:
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.
Things are lackluster on this blog and I apologize. It is getting hard for me to write. I still read friends’ blogs and I am a little jealous of their anonymity.
Things were fine when this blog’s readership consisted of friends, law students at other schools, and a few scattered classmates. That’s over now. The unexpected byproduct of this year’s increase in local readership is that random people are getting really pissed off.
My readers are aware that I usually write anecdotes. I typically attribute quotes to a pseudonym and change some facts around to obscure the speaker’s real identity.
I’m absolutely obsessed with this song:
I love it. I play it multiple times a day and do hip-shimmies around the apartment. I don’t have a problem.
And it turns out that I have not done a boomkat list since last May! My boomkat lists are usually a little tardy for the party, but this is just downright egregious. My apologies.
For my new readers who don’t know what a “boomkat list” is – it is my periodic music chart, which lets me track and share the songs that make me shimmy and shake.
How else can I remember that last year I was obsessed with the Crystal Castles Remix of Death? I completely forgot about that song…. anyhoot, this is what listened to this summer:
This is probably the busiest 24-hour period of the semester: assignments and reading galore with the added fun of building inspections and the utter meltdown of my school laptop.
I left the laptop with the school computing services for over a day while they reformatted my hard drive and installed Windows 7. Actually, I might have a new hard drive, I’m not sure.
The main tech guy said that the hard drive was so fried that Vista wouldn’t boot. Dandy. I blame Monday’s federal tax procedure assignment.
I have leftover pizza, an exceptional Absolut cocktail, and episode 2 of the A-List: New York waiting for me, but I am taking a happy hour pause to speak to the 1Ls because I love you like Joan Rivers loves botox. Y’all still around?
For example, today I ran around for about 12 hours: studying, fumbling around the tax clinic, dealing with the meltdown of my craptastic school laptop, and attending class (without a laptop ah!)
I have an essay, a research paper, and a presentation to finish. But I am not doing any more work today. I am going to partake in this pizza, my cocktail, and watch my trashy reality show before I go to bed.
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.
Downtown Minneapolis was infested with zombies last night for the 6th annual Zombie Pub Crawl. Ghouls lined the streets like it was Halloween, Har Mar Superstar performed, traffic near the West Bank completely backed up, and there was even a zombie walking along the highway.
I didn’t participate in the pub crawl. It started super early (at 3-4pm) when I was still at work, and I couldn’t be bothered to spend money on makeup, ruin a white shirt, pay $10 for a wristband, and $15 for Har Mar. It’s a recession. That’s like four trips to McDonald’s.
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:
I get a text from Alejandro:
Alejandro: “I’m in hotlanta for a while and for some reason it makes me think of you.”
Me: “I’m glad I’m associated with class and elegance.”
Alejandro: “More like ‘slightly less trashy black people with money’ I think. Like Nene from real Housewives!”
Great.
What a week. Long days at school, a weekend at work, and the first signs of frost and fall. Despite my packed schedule, I still made it to the lakes this week to enjoy the last of the green:
