Apparently unimpressed by Mira's weekend in pictures, her friends made little attempt to respond...

Sunday Plans

Yesterday

I think I still win the contest for having the crappiest law student weekend, despite what Jesse and Stephanie might think.

Friday, I went to Nordstroms and Macy's to find a nice suit to interview in, but discovered that I am too fat to fit into anything that doesn't have an elastic wasteband. The lady at Macy's said I just shouldn't button the coat, to which I replied with my most contemptuous scowl, and also thought to myself, "ORRR you could just make bigger clothes." At Nordstroms I tried on 15 jackets, and the only one that fit nocely up top was about 4 inches too long, so I looked like a midget. Then, some other lady there suggested I try on a knit outfit, "that looks really nice." KNIT?!!!!! Have you ever seen a lawyer in knit, or with their jacket unbottoned. COME ON! So I was completely demoralized, and continue to alternate between horror and outrage. I feel a scathing letter coming on, and it has Nordstrom's name all over it.

I was still hopeful, that at the very least I would getsome work done, but then Dad got a cold and so he couldn't visit Mom at all. So I have spent most of my awake time there or as part of a fruitless shopping effort. I even read her my property homework and explained easements to her.

BUT, the icing on the cake came today. You see, this morning I had to race my dad to the emergency room because he had this awful bloody nose that wouldn't go away. He dripped blood all over everything, and as his reward, the people in the emergency room tortured him by sticking this long, rectangular thing up his nose and inflating it. It hurt so bad that he went in to shock and they had to lay him down. Then they decided to take it out and put a smaller one in. The only good part was that they put cocaine in his nose to help numb it. He is sad because it means he can't compete in the Olympics this year. I helped him out to the car and then went back into the hospital to say hi to my mom.

So I managed to mostly finish my homework, but I haven't done any job searching, any outlining, or any review of the stuff I missed from before. On the bright side though, it isn't really a big deal that I don't have any job interviews lined up since I have nothing to wear to them.

An Ode to the Mystery Bacteria

You pesky little bacteria,
you fill me with hysteria
Where did you come from?
No, don't go play dumb.
I know that you're in there,
that you want to make more heir,
but that just cannot be.
So get out of my mommy.
It's not that I hate you,
it's that I must choose.
I know that you're useful,
and that of you we're all full,
but I must draw the line,
until mommy feels fine.
So, reduce your mass numbers,
for Dr. Mejumder.
That's all that I ask.
It can be no great task.
But before I go I must warn,
get out before the storm.
The medicine is coming,
and it's anything but yummy.

Well, mom went back to the ER with another fever about an hour ago. I also realized that unless the auditions for the next Amrican Idol come before August 22nd, I will officially be too old to try out.

It's just not my day.... for perspective.

I kid you not; my rat and I were playing together tonight. She runs all over her cage like a crazy thing, scales the walls, leaps to the ground. She is like a flash of fur. Speedy Gonzales, only bigger. And then she chased my hand all over, climbed on to me, gnawed and swung on a rope (Nordstroms bag handle) I provided her. I have started building things into her cage because I worry that she gets bored when I'm gone. She needs a maze, I think. Or a jungle gym. Or a more expensive cage.

I heart Rani.

And I finished my rough draft of my paper completely, including citations. Hurray! Only one day late, might I add. I'm catching up.

Guns don't kill people. Vice presidents do.

Sadness.

Michael Buble tickets just went on sale, but every thime I try to order them the site saiys there aren't any to fulfill my request. There is no way they sold out in 30 seconds. I am following all the rules. I even read the instructions. Twice! What the hell, Ticketmaster? Seriously!

And I think Rani might be ill in some odd way. She seems fine when she's asleep, and some times when she's awake, but I am skeptical. I don't know if I should take her to a vet, or Petco, or just watch her for a while. She better not die. I am totally attached to the little bugger.

I am thinking of renaming her so people don't think she has a boy name. If she lives another week, I'll rename her.

I got in!!! Orchestra seats!!! Yahoooooooooo! I heart Michael Buble's voice!

I have a new rat. Her name is Rani (Raw-knee), which means queen. She is wonderful. I love her already. Stephanie finds her tail repulsive and doesn't want to have anything to do with her, but Stephanie stayed with me until I could get all the supplies together and held the box in the car coming home. What a trooper. Thank you Stephanie.

Note: there are no pictures on the internet that do justice to Rani's adorable face, so I'll have to post a picture later.

My friends are all traumatized, and I am in no mood to be any comfort. I feel like I've just been getting more and more cranky by the day lately. At the same time I don't feel particularly stressed, I just don't feel happy like I normally do. I can't sleep well. I keep having these weird dreams about serial killers, professors, and hospitals...nothing restful. And I had to give up on Moot court, which I thought would be cool, but I just don't have time. I need a job too. I need a second reference. I want to go to the mall and shop for a suit this weekend, and just wander and shop frivilously. I think that might be relaxing. I plan to watch a movie just for fun. Yah. That will be good.

I have written 3 pages of my paper. They're the easy 3 pages, but at least it is starting to feel possible. Finishing will be relaxing because I'll finally have the time to do the other things I haven't been doing, like outline, write cover letters, and make my court visit. Uggh.

The guinea kids have a new home. I keep thinking I hear them in the room when I am sitting here, but then I see the empty spot where their cage used to be. They were so cute, but they have a much better home now. I think I might need a new pet though. Something more low maintanace...like a rock. Maybe I'mm go to Petco this weekend. I need somehting that I can transport easily, that doesn't make much noise, and that can handle many temperatures. And if it didn't have to be fed everyday that would be cool. Hmmm. A rock might be a good choice, actually. I could name it Rocky.

I need to meditate. I need to find my happy inner center. Yes. That's myy goal for the next week. Wish me luck.

New e-mail address: miraguertin@yahoo.com

Mom is coming home tomorrow, finally, and with any luck, for good. In the mean time, my K professor told the class I was sick, apprently so he wouldn't have to tell them what was really going on, and now everyone keeps coming up to me asking how I am feeling, which means I either have to tell them about my mom or pretend I've been really sick, which is weird. Thanks Cappy. But at least everyone is being nice to me. I kinda like that.

My writing professor is also being quite nice, gave me a hug, and insists that I take an extension on the due date for my paper. I don't think she understands how much I need deadlines that don't move. I need pressure. But I am grateful because maybe this way my paper will be slightly less crappy, an then I can ask her to be a recommenation for me since all my other former employers have dropped off the face of the earth.

The best part of the day: They are showing Grey's Anatomy again because they screwed us all over on Sunday and no one saw it.

Worst part of the day: Rumor is that they are cancelling Love Monkey.

Mom is back in the hospital. What fun. What joy. The guy in the ER asked me if I wanted to help check her in because I seemed to know how everything works. This is definately a sign that I've been in the hospital too much. Anyway, she has an infection, which may or may not be related to her surgery, and they'll know more tomorrow. At least she got to go back to the friendly 5th floor with her own room, rather than the ICU.

The only good news is that this means I get to see more of her surgeon, and I have a weird sort of crush on him. He's forty-somthing and has kids, and isn't much taller than me, if at all, but there is just something about him... Perhaps it's the almost arrogant, "I cut people open and hold their lives in my hands" sort of confidence. Not sure, but I have a few more days to figure out what his appeal is.