The wheels on the bus...
Things are moving chronologically.
Today, three more classes. I met my Moot Court partner who seemed a bit...preoccupied. This does not bother me, as we will be judged seperately on our own spheres of work. He's the president of the International Law Society, so naturally he took the interesting international law issue from our competition packet. Bastiges.
I bought tickets to a wine-tasting event held at a local winery. The Environmental Law Society is putting it on. The tickets were $20 each, but there will be wine. And cheese. And it will get me out of the house.
Over the weekend, Ginger & I went to La Porte to visit my family. the first time I've seen them in six or seven months. It was not altogether enjoyable, but at least I got it out of the way and will not have to travel again until Thanksgiving.
A part of the weekend was a bit frustrating: my father is not taking very good care of my dog. Gertie went to live with him a few months ago, as her and Heloise did not really get along. When I get there, I discover that she's about 3 pounds fatter (she gained about a third of her body weight in six months), her hair is matting and greasy, and she's probably gone insane from the lack of stimulation. I spent about $70 at a pet store on Saturday and Ginger and I decided to cut her hair. She nicked Gertie on the leg, causing a half-inch long gash. Now, with anybody else, we could just have cleaned it and bandaged it and left it at that. However, I can not trust my dad to change the bandages and keep the wound from getting infected. An "emergency" vet visit ensued, wherein they stapled the wound and gave her antibiotics, all to the tune of $200 (which I paid because I insisted on taking her to vet). Hopefully, when my father has to take her to have the staples removed, he'll be reminded to get Gertie her much overdue rabies shot and have her nails trimmed.
But goddamn that's frustrating. I finally understand how Ginger feels when she thinks that I'm not taking proper care of Heloise. But at least I'm nowhere near as bad as my dad is with Gertie.
I suppose that's all I have to say. Not that I generally have anything to say.
I'm no longer interesting.
Today, three more classes. I met my Moot Court partner who seemed a bit...preoccupied. This does not bother me, as we will be judged seperately on our own spheres of work. He's the president of the International Law Society, so naturally he took the interesting international law issue from our competition packet. Bastiges.
I bought tickets to a wine-tasting event held at a local winery. The Environmental Law Society is putting it on. The tickets were $20 each, but there will be wine. And cheese. And it will get me out of the house.
Over the weekend, Ginger & I went to La Porte to visit my family. the first time I've seen them in six or seven months. It was not altogether enjoyable, but at least I got it out of the way and will not have to travel again until Thanksgiving.
A part of the weekend was a bit frustrating: my father is not taking very good care of my dog. Gertie went to live with him a few months ago, as her and Heloise did not really get along. When I get there, I discover that she's about 3 pounds fatter (she gained about a third of her body weight in six months), her hair is matting and greasy, and she's probably gone insane from the lack of stimulation. I spent about $70 at a pet store on Saturday and Ginger and I decided to cut her hair. She nicked Gertie on the leg, causing a half-inch long gash. Now, with anybody else, we could just have cleaned it and bandaged it and left it at that. However, I can not trust my dad to change the bandages and keep the wound from getting infected. An "emergency" vet visit ensued, wherein they stapled the wound and gave her antibiotics, all to the tune of $200 (which I paid because I insisted on taking her to vet). Hopefully, when my father has to take her to have the staples removed, he'll be reminded to get Gertie her much overdue rabies shot and have her nails trimmed.
But goddamn that's frustrating. I finally understand how Ginger feels when she thinks that I'm not taking proper care of Heloise. But at least I'm nowhere near as bad as my dad is with Gertie.
I suppose that's all I have to say. Not that I generally have anything to say.
I'm no longer interesting.