a storm's a-comin'

next week, i'm going to chicago for a conference for school with a bunch of forensic peeps and despite weeks and weeks of fearing i would freeze to death (as living in southern california one's whole life doesn't necessary prepare one for the snowpocalypse), i am now pissed that weather forecasts call for sunny days.  sunny days, chicago?  don't you know i bought amazing super tall rubber rain boots that are styled to look like real leather boots and zip up the back?  don't you know i was stoked to wear them through the horrible storms, so as to protect my feet from moisture and also look super cool?  sunny days totally cramp my style.

granted, it's still supposed be only 28*, so i'll be able to bust out my new coats.

in other news, i still haven't been back to the traffic school website because i can't be bothered.  i didn't mention this before because it seemed like small potatoes compared to the minimum time requirements, but it's now a large part of why i'm dreading beginning again, so i should explain.  this online traffic school course, which is super cheap and ok'd by the court (aka fine by me), spends the entire first unit explaining that speeders and road ragers are people who are immature, crazy imbeciles who are so broken from reality that they take everything in life too seriously.  it practically insists that i, the traffic violator, need to take a quaalude* just to function in day to day life.  listen, traffic school, i'm offended.  i got my ticket for speeding and i'll admit, i sometimes get a little upset when drivers around me do stupid things.  however, this is not because i have some unresolved daddy issues or because i have an anger management problem.  it's because driving in los angeles is not like meditation (which, i shit you not, was a comparison made on page 4.  believe me.  i stared at it for 12 minutes).  driving in los angeles is like throwing your car down a plinko board and hoping it lands on $100,000, or in this case, "not death."  people here are idiots.  they drive like assholes and i am astounded by the rampant idiocy that confronts me each and every time i get into my car.  so, no, i'm not taking it personally when a mercedes suv nearly runs me off the road.  i am not a paranoid schizophrenic (although, btw, if i was, i wouldn't want to be called out over internet traffic school).  what i am is not interested to dealing with bullshit and that's pretty inescapable around these parts, if your routes contain the 101, 405 or 10.

i need to finish the program before this weekend, so hello, friday morning!  can't wait to fill you with hours of tedium and prejudice.

*two As!  who knew?