February 28th 2007

if this is growing up, i guess it’s good

I’ve been having these mild spells of vertigo for the last couple of days and I’m starting to wonder what’s going on with my body. I’ve been getting up pretty early this week (though, fat lot of good it did me yesterday, boo), so I’m thinking it might just be tiredness/exhaustion. But we also haven’t been eating well this week since we’re both kind of slammed, so it could be that my body is just feeling a little underfed or malnourished (malnourished in the sense of getting the proper nutrients, because goodness knows I’ve been consuming enough calories).

I’ve had brief spells of vertigo before, but usually they are very isolated incidents–so I’ll feel dizzy on and off over a period of a few hours, and it will go away and I won’t experience it again for months. This time, the dizziness is still on and off over a few hours, but then it comes back a few hours later. I’m debating being really irresponsible this evening and taking a good long nap–I can’t read anyway.

The funny thing is that when I am not feeling well, I generally don’t take care of myself–I put off taking any painkillers, I resist sleeping or eating well, and I feel guilty and angry the whole time. Right now, I feel like the best thing I can do is take a nap–and that feels like a good decision. I’m actually kind of happy about it.

February 27th 2007

i’m not even supposed to be here today!

OK, my day got better. Mr. Angst came and rescued me, my purse in hand, and I made it to school in time for my first student conference. I did miss my early class, but I can live with that. Of course, the rest of the day just got busier and busier, but it was generally very productive and that always makes me feel good. I got some research done, even! Maybe I should start every day with a little scare.

yeah, that’s a bad omen

I already know this is going to be a bad day.

How do I know this?

Because despite getting up early to finish my reading and get stuff done before I left the house, despite leaving the house with plenty of time to get to school, despite dressing nicely today instead of in baggy jeans and sneakers, I managed to lock my purse inside my apartment. I am left without phone, transit pass, keys, wallet, chapstick, you name it.

I do have my computer and books, fat lot of good those do me. I spent a few minutes crouching on our porch and using our wireless to send text messages from t-mobile.com, and then my toes began to get cold. I finally found a place that’s open at this hour and I’m sitting, poaching internet from somewhere, waiting for Mr. Angst to get home from the thing he’s at this morning and let me back into our apartment so I can go to school.

You know, most mornings, he’d still be at home right now and this wouldn’t be a problem. So of course I would choose TODAY, the day he left before 7, to lock myself out without any of the stuff that matters. Because the internet, while a wonderful and amazing thing, is no good when you really just need some money to take the bus or get a coffee. Or get yourself back into your apartment.

February 25th 2007

Sunday night foodblogging

Mr. Angst has this periodic craving for arrabiata, but not real arrabiata. See, real arrabiata is a tomato sauce, traditionally served with penne and chicken. But Mr. Angst first tasted “angry pasta” at a little place in Our Old Town, and their arrabiata was made with a white wine cream sauce, prociutto, and shrimp, with some diced tomatoes scattered in.

So I’ve tried a variety of arrabiata recipes over the years and never gotten it right–mostly because Mr. Angst doesn’t want real arrabiata. Tonight, we decided that I would try regular arrabiata again, since we didn’t have any white wine, or cream, or proscuitto, or tomatoes.

What I made was this, but modified. Basically, I diced several cloves of garlic, threw them in a saucepan with a little less than a quarter cup of olive oil and a heaping teaspoon of red pepper flakes. Then I poured in about two cups of red sauce I made a couple of days ago, not having tomato paste or whole peeled tomatoes on hand, either. I cooked the sauce in the oil and garlic, and discovered there was a little too much oil, which I promptly poured off into another skillet, for the chicken.

I pounded the chicken, dunked it in one beaten egg then in a cup of bread crumbs laced with salt and pepper, and browned the chicken on both sides in the peppery, tomatoey oil–to which I added a little more regular oil because there wasn’t enough. Four minutes for each side of the chicken later, I pulled it from the pan, sliced it, and threw it into the sauce. Ten minutes later I threw in about 8 oz of cooked egg noodles (you guessed it, no penne around).

I have to say, this was a pretty good recipe. Easy to make, super tasty, and plenty left over for tomorrow’s lunch. I highly recommend, especially because it’s super adaptable–I think you could do whatever you wanted with the base and it would be good.

Weekly Law School Roundup #59

Welcome to the It’s Nearly Spring Break and We’re All Losing Our Minds a Little Bit edition of the Law School Roundup. Enjoy posts from students who are losing it–and from those just observing it.

And that’s it for this week’s roundup! Look for it next week at Evan Schaeffer’s Legal Underground and then, in two weeks, back here.

February 24th 2007

maybe it’s a bad habit, but I still cope by baking

I’m dealing with a particularly ugly bit of work right now, one of those picking-up-after-people kind of things, and it’s pretty frustrating. I mean, I signed on for this particular duty and I knew I’d have to deal with these sorts of things, but that doesn’t make me any happier when I open a document that’s supposed to be one way only to find it’s totally not.

So to cope, I made these cookies and boy, are they good. I’ve had three or four now, and that’s WAY too many, but they’re too tasty not to. Because they have maple syrup in them, they get all crnchy and caramalized, but they are also kind of gooey, and they are Teh Yum.

I encourage all of you stress bunnies out there to make cookies when you need a break. That way, when it’s time to get back to work, you’ll have snackies.

boo clouds

I suppose it’s appropriate that, as my schedule is getting busier again, the weather is getting nastier. I’m not tempted by the sun shining on the lake–there IS no sun today. While I waited for the train this morning, I was even pelted with hard little balls of snowy-sleety stuff. (And I forgot to grab a hat on the way out the door. Ack!) I stood there and wondered why I was leaving the apartment on a Saturday, but then I remembered–I have all this work to do.

It’s funny how rarely I venture to campus on the weekends, but perhaps I should do more of it. I’ve been more productive today than in the past two whole weekends combined. Getting away from the cuteness of the dog and the wonderfulness of Mr. Angst gets me away from the distractions, I guess. Unfortunate, that. But it does mean I can plan to relax at home tonight, and that’s always something to look forward to.

February 22nd 2007

it’s a moo point, like a cow’s opinion. it’s moo.

It was a good run, y’all. I’m so glad my partner and I sucked up the brief writing and the late evenings up at school and the hassle of putting a suit two days a week for the last four weeks or so.

But the run is over. That’s right, we lost tonight. I’m disappointed–as anyone would be, after all that effort–but I’m also kind of relieved. No final round in front of scary judges and half the school, no spending the next week cramming more caselaw into my head…just me and the twelve-hundred other obligations I have to meet.

Rock.

this is what Thursdays are like

The trouble with fasting on Ash Wednesday is that it leaves me feeling incapable of doing anything at all. I made it through yesterday’s classes alright, but by the time I got home, I was headachy, grouchy, and exhausted. I didn’t get much done last night besides some proofreading (and a nap).

So today will be a whirlwind! I’ll be reading for tonight’s class–the class I’ll have to duck out of early for moot court–as well as preparing for moot court, drafting up a quick memo for my clinic (research done already), and, if I have time, working on some materials for one of my non-academic activities. Yikes! That’s a lot to do, and not much time in which to do it. I’d better get cracking.

February 20th 2007

mooty mooty moot

Against all odds, we are now in the semi-finals. Hot damn, and holy hell. I guess it’s still on my plate.

the rhythm is moving me

I’m getting back into my A game for tonight’s competition. I’ve got The Offspring and The Beastie Boys blaring at me through my headphones, I’m talking to myself, and I’m getting READY.

I think this is going to be another of those weeks, though–I’ve got Moot Court stuff, I’ve got TA stuff, I’ve got class stuff (I really need to do some research, kids, since I’ve got a first draft due in about three weeks and all I have is an interesting topic), and I’ve got extracurricular stuff. Ack! I’d always rather be busy, though–I fell behind last week because there was no urgency. URGENCY. It’s like gasoline for my brain machine.

Never fear, though, I’m still here. Expect an update tonight!

February 19th 2007

money talk

Starving, I went to the vending machine (the closest source of food to where I am studying). I only had a five, but the machine said it would take a five. So I fed the bill into the bill slot, pushed the numbers for my (gross) Pop-Tart (I meant it when I said “starving”), and waited to see how I would get my change.

I thought I might end up with four dollars worth of quarters. But nope. Instead, I ended up with four dollar coins. Three Sacagawea, and one Susan B. Anthony. It’ll be interesting to see how hard it is to spend them.

February 18th 2007

laundry woes

My landlord called today.

I didn’t answer in time–we were at a Lunar New Year parade, and I didn’t notice my phone ringing. He left a message though, and that’s good, because he was calling to talk about our missing laundry machines.

Missing laundry machines? That’s right. Missing.

On Thursday, when I was home working, the laundry machine repair man buzzed my apartment asking if I could let him into the basement. I let him in, and came back upstairs and kept doing work. Our machines had a tendency to break, and when they weren’t broken, the coin boxes would be full, so the repair guy was here at least once a month. Mr. Angst mentioned letting the repair guy in before since he didn’t have his own key to the room, so it wasn’t a big deal that he needed to be let in that day.

I intended to do laundry today, so I hadn’t been back down there to realize that the guy wasn’t actually repairing the machines. Instead, he was taking them. It turns out the contract between my landlord and this company, the company that both leased the machines to him and took care of the repair and all, was up. A few months ago, we noticed the washing machine had gotten more expensive by a quarter and our landlord figured they went ahead and did that because they wanted to make some more money on these machines, and could raise the price since they were out of contract. It was kind of pissy, but whatever.

Well, I guess that price raise was just a trial run, to see if the machines would remain cost effective at a higher price, and I guess the company decided that, no, they weren’t, in a building with three apartments occupied by two couples and three never-home young professionals. So the machines were loaded up, presumably shortly after I let the repair guy in. They didn’t even tell our landlord–one of the other tenants had to call and ask where the machines were!

Thankfully, we’re getting new machines on Tuesday, machines our landlord owns and maintains. I expect they’ll at least be new, if not better, and I hope he goes back to the original price for both washing and drying. Even if he doesn’t, though, new machines at a slightly higher price can’t be a bad thing. It’s also much nicer to call the landlord for repairs than call the number stickered onto the machines and hope the message gets from the local answering service to whoever arranges for repairs. That was always fun.

For the next few days, then, I’ll be dragging the bottom of the barrel for clothes. I think I’ll drop a couple of shirts off at the cleaners in the morning, though, so I have a shirt to wear for tomorrow night’s Moot Court round.

nifty!

It’s not often blog-reading intersects with schoolwork. Today, it did–my casebook supplement cited to Concurring Opinions on Samson.

I just think that’s cool.

February 17th 2007

because shaving your head is a normal reaction

Yeah, she’s gone off the deep end. I think we all knew something like this was coming, but who would have thought Britney would actually shave her head?

Apparently she told the people at the salon (who refused to shave her head for her, so she did it herself) that she was tired of people “touching her” and wanted to shave her head so people wouldn’t touch her any more.

I think that, right there, says it all.

February 16th 2007

rock on

Even though this will have no effect on me in the near future, I am still SUPER excited to know that cutting coffee consumption during pregnancy has no statistically significant effect on infant birthweight.

Because I love me some coffee. And I totally don’t even drink the three cups per day that was the upper limit in the study.

February 15th 2007

woot!

We survived sudden death. But next week’s first match is going to be even tougher than tonight’s. We go up against….an undefeated team. Gasp!

Until then, though, I’m just going to relish our success.

more weather blogging! this time with other stuff, too!

Tonight is the first night of SUDDEN DEATH. I spent some time while walking the dog running through my opener and framework. I have to get the case back in my head–a whole week off seems to have driven the entire argument away.

Meanwhile, I’m getting some work done at home (delightful, sitting at the desk and big monitor), enjoying the dog (exhausted from a 20-minute jaunt out in the snow), and relishing the warmth of the sun coming through the windows. My weather widget tells me it’s only 12 degrees outside, but I know that the sunshine on your head can make you feel 10-15 degrees warmer. So, just as I take wind chill into account when I’m bemoaning the weather, I’m taking sunshine into account now and declaring that it’s really quite balmy out–feels almost 27 degrees!

Now if only our sidewalk had been shoveled all the way down the street. I guess I’m carrying my suit and shoes with me this evening.

February 14th 2007

just STOP already

Aaaaaand…..it’s snowing again.

Ten minutes ago, I was looking out the window and could see the horizon. It was a fuzzy horizon, and a very cold-looking horizon, but I could see it. Earlier this morning, when I took the dog out, snow was covering the streets, but the sky was clear and, yes, even sunny.

Now, I look out the window and it’s a whiteout. I can sort of make out the shape of the streetlights on the road below, but there is no horizon. There is just more snow. Snow, snow, everywhere. I don’t know how much more snow I can take.

Man. It’s really coming down out there.

February 13th 2007

weatherblogging

The weather is just gross.

Don’t get me wrong, I think I’d still rather have blowing snow and wind at 20 degrees than sun and wind at -7. But yuck, yuck, yuck. Four inches of snow had blown up on our porch this morning (we hadn’t gotten four inches yet, but the wind was into our front door…). The dog bounded down, discovered that he was shoulder-deep in snow, and bounded right back inside. I’m not sure he’ll get much more outside time than that today; at least I was able to walk him for a while yesterday. Poor little guy probably doesn’t remember what it’s like to trot along on sunny sidewalks and play in the grass.

Even worse than the brief trip outside with the dog this morning was the walk into the wind on my way to class. One gust of wind very nearly knocked me off my feet and, no, I am NOT exaggerating. I stopped, turned backwards, and leaned back into the wind. Little bits of ice stung my cheeks. I couldn’t look up. I nearly brained myself on some scaffolding. Basically, the weather today is completely disgusting, and I have to go back out in it later today. I think it’s supposed to keep blowing for the next couple of days, too.