I have some awesome neighbors.
Just when I thought I hid the dog bones from them…
I am exhausted.
I decided to move to the garden level apartment in my building. It is a two bedroom apartment with carpet and a huge kitchen.
The apartment does not have air conditioning or fans, so I keep the windows open. Open windows make a garden-level apartment far too easy to burglarize, so I installed protection bars on all of the windows.
Of course installing the bars was not as simple as getting the bars from Home Depot and putting them in.
My landlord approved of the protection bars, but then had fire-code concerns, so I went to the Minneapolis development/permit office to figure out what the rules were.
I’m 24 now.
I like to spend the night before my birthdays alone, eating trashy food, and setting goals for the coming year.
Last night Alesus, Eric (of TCS fame), and I went to W. Night at the Townhouse.
W. Night means dollar beverages, lesbians with short hair, pretty black girls, hip hop, and hot messitude.
Oh, and midgets:
My physical evidence class had a field trip to the Minnesota Bureau of Criminal Apprehension for a presentation on arson.
The presentation was punishingly boring. The forensic scientist did not tailor his presentation to his audience, so we got a science lecture. I did not understand a third of the words, and the expert’s charts were incomprehensible.
And of course certain gunners students asked questions.
Lots of questions.
One of my classmates asked over 10 questions, about the science lecture. I’m not one to hate on the intellectual curiosity of others. Good for them.
But it was ridiculous.
I asked one question: “How does your forensic work come into play during trial?”
The scientist balked at the question, said he was getting to it, and then did not give a straight answer when another student re-asked that question at the end of his presentation.
Fail.
After the presentation we got a tour of the bureau. Here are some pictures!
So, this was going to be the miscellaneous Twin Cities 2010 Pride Pictures post… but turns out that these are some of my favorites!
In addition to the Out Front Minnesota gay marriage crew, we have some deliciously awkward moments. Behold:
Apparently I had a second folder of pictures of the Minneapolis Gay Pride Parade. Woops.
We have Senator Al Franken:
Didn’t I just do one of these week in review posts? I did. But the last review post was late. I promised to get better about it. This is me fulfilling that promise. Hi.
This week I officially became the caretaker for my apartment building. This means I have a set of master keys and get to explore all of the super-creepy storage areas in the basement.
Most of the rooms are straight out of a horror movie – spider webs, dust, filth, former tenants’ abandoned belongings…old dolls…
Internet privacy is like a living room window: people occasionally glance over if the curtains are open but most of us do not shut the curtains for fear of someone trampling across the yard and peering in.
We are more likely to shut the curtains when the living room is a mess, when we are naked, beating our step-children, or otherwise having a private moment, but most of us don’t barricade ourselves in our homes for fear of being seen from the street.
I somehow feel the need to write this post once a season, usually after a lawyer messages me regarding a bikini picture on this site.
My full post about branding and this blog is here, but I can be concise, I hope…
Most blog readers are familiar with mommy bloggers like Heather Armstrong, Ree Drummond, and Maggie Mason, but for some reason the legal and advertising industries are uncomfortable with real personal blogs written by law students and marketers.
Professionals expect law student blogs to either be poorly disguised resumes or anonymous blogspot accounts that strictly focus on the law school experience.
Blogs by advertisers are supposed to regurgitate Mashable’s biggest stories with the occasional foodie or knitting post. These bloggers need to appear hip, techy, and yuppie… in an urban outfitters outlet sort of way…
Lush is one of my favorite bars in Minneapolis.
I believe that Lush is a converted body shop, so the front garage-door area of the bar opens up during the summer. This means that the occasional feline visitor appears:
I really need to do these summaries on a weekly basis because I end up giving short-shrift to everything when I wait two weeks.
What happened these past two weeks? Well, there was school, dates, drag show fabulousness, illness/rice socks, music production, the Minneapolis gay pride parade, diva-dom, and mass awkwardness.
The most exciting thing that happened during the last two weeks is that I finished my first song. Here is the concise version:
This is the first batch of Twin Cities Pride Parade photos. Ta-da! Click on the thumbnails to see a bigger version.
Yesterday’s video shoot did not go as planned.
I left work and got my hair fixed in Uptown. The salon was packed with gays and lesbians because everyone needed a hair-update before pride. I almost asked for a cut similar to this lesbian, but I already had a plan for the style that I wanted.
I wait for my stylist for about 30 minutes and awkwardly avoid eye contact with one of my gay professors and his partner. This professor is visibly uncomfortable interacting with gay students outside of school.
The professor is uncomfortable.
I get uncomfortable because he’s uncomfortable.
He gets more uncomfortable…so do I…and it’s just terrible.
