Um, what Walgreens?

So, didn't know this existed, but apparently there is a 'Hispanic' section of the toiletries aisle at Walgreen's. Saw it today and nearly stopped dead. What? What for? What are these things? I'd like to tell you that I know, but I don't as I did not have time to stop and peruse.

And, while I'm talking about my trip to Walgreen's, might I just point out again the annoying nature of the price of birth control. My EpiPen, $35, my birth control, over $50. WTF? Really insurance? I mean, come on, as far as complicated devices/medicine, I'm going to say the clever stabby device wins out on little pills. But you know, whatever. I suppose if I wanted to take the risk I could go generic on my birth control...but that seems extreme.

Oh, another Walgreen's note: ink cartridges for printers? YES! The type I need? NO, really really no. Odd selection of kinds I've never heard of before, but not the type that fits my printer. Thus, extra trip further south to the Best Buy to acquire black ink.

And now to float onto random rants about law school. Can I say it disturbs me a bit to find out that I'm not nearly so disturbed by murder cases as I am by rape or sexual assault cases? Disfigurement, death, permanent disabilities: apparently can read about quite a few and not really get too upset. A few sexual assault cases followed by a gang rape case and I'm having nightmares and questioning my path in life. This, I think, furthers my opinion that I should not, I say NOT, be a criminal attorney.

Oh, and yes I got offended by jokes being made about the gang-rape case. Rape and the Holocaust, just don't go there. Not funny to me.

Speaking of dreams. Things have been a little crazy here. School is definitely picking up pace and the assignments are a bit insane at times. So, um, apparently my subconscious decided to torture me with a look back at what used to be a little girl's silly dream: stardom. In my dream a certain star from a movie about being in a singing school had come to my school and was giving dance lessons. I of course was very excited as I love to dance. One look at my work (like this would ever be true!) and he decided that I was made for the stage, for the silver screen. So I quit law school and went on to be on the cover of many legit magazines, and not just because I'm bossy. I woke up and definitely was mad at my subconscious. What a tease.

Okay...so it's bed time. A final departing note: I need to buy chocolate. I keep thinking I have a bag of M&Ms or a half gallon of chocolate chip ice cream. I don't. It's sad. I'm at the point in the semester where calories really can't matter because it's a matter of sanity.