Your turn

Well, I officially fail at this whole blog thing. It's January in Chicago and frankly, I don't want to go outside to get something to blog about...so what should I do? Any ideas, Amanda or Sami (I take it you two are the only ones who read this)? What would you guys like to see up here? I'm officially putting my writing services at your whims. Yes, in essence, I'm your monkey - unless your ideas suck. It turns out that I'm a very critical monkey.

I sure am inconsistent

I knew winter break would cause a large gap in posts. Sorry for the delay. I can't believe it's already mid-January, though. I have to take boards in June, and I just know it's going to sneak up on me way too quickly. Although, I must say, I would give anything for it to be June 12 already. I'll be done with boards, and I'll have two whole weeks of freedom before starting clerkships. Two whole weeks. Crap. I'm such an adult. 

Anyway, winter break was really nice. I hadn't been home in over six months, so I spent a lot of time reacquainting myself with my couch and amazing queen-sized bed. Mmm, queen-sized bed. Also, I spent time with my family and friends. But mostly I just vegged out and did nothing. It was sweet, except for the time my cat decided to shit AND piss in my bed. That was lovely. My cousins had spent the night before at our house, and my cat is insanely afraid of people so she effectively shut herself in my room. I guess this displeased her and she decided I needed punishing for it, because I found cat poop in my bed the next night (at 1:00AM when I was getting into bed, of course) and, as I withdrew the covers to see the full extent of the damage, my hand hit something wet and foul-smelling. I was not pleased. I did the only thing I could do, though. I removed the bedding so the mattress could dry, nearly woke everyone up by laughing to myself about how insane my cat was, and went to sleep in the guest room. It was a fun little surprise. 

The past week in Chicago has been uneventful as usual. This winter does suck a lot harder than last year. There was a blizzard yesterday, which kept me inside all day. A fucking blizzard. I don't think there was a single one of those last year, and already there have been two this year. I used to only associate blizzards with the awesome Dairy Queen ice cream Blizzards from my childhood. Those were fantastic. They were all full of Oreos or M&Ms and ice cream goodness. These blizzards, not so much. No Oreos. No M&Ms. Not even any ice cream. Just complete and total sucking. As much as they salt the roads and sidewalks here, for some ungodly reason they never clear the curbs where we have to cross the street. The mixture of salt and snow makes a disgusting brown puddle with ice mixed in it, which I have to jump over every time I cross a street. Sure enough, my foot eventually lands in one of the icy puddles, causing me to curse and swear like a drunken sailor and walk around with a frozen foot. I hate the Midwest. I hope that somehow the entire Midwest sinks in some giant, unprecedented pit of quicksand, thus bringing the two coasts together and everyone living happily ever after. There just aren't any words to convey my disdain for this place. 

So that's all for now. I'll try to do something interesting at some point so I don't spend the whole post complaining. Hopefully, it's at least some entertaining bitching.