Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Dogs v. Cats v. Social Anxiety

Hullo again, blog, and happy belated St. Patrick's day.

Patron Saint of Bad Decisions.  Note that in this context, "patron" refers to the tequila.

I've been rather busy with a guest in the house: Jonathan, an Australian couchsurfer who's been with us about a week or so now.  I feel bad for "ignoring" him to hang out on the internet, though it's not like I have a responsibility to entertain him, either... couchsurfing is just a way for people to get a free place to stay, really, assuming you're cool with strangers.

I can think of absolutely no way at all that system could go wrong.

I suppose some things have happened but I don't really want to dwell on them much. Jack and I are doing relatively better in our relationship, though I did get drunk and come onto him pretty strongly, embarrassing both of us, a couple weeks back. I never really got over him and I don't think I ever will, but the important thing to me is trying to remain his friend. I still don't see how I can trust him and he's really hyper-sensitive and we fight a lot, but maybe with time that will fade away. Who knows? Like I said, I don't want to dwell on it.

Andrew and I have been having trouble with our neighbours on the other side of the duplex, who keep complaining that we're too loud. They're old and go to bed early, and because these houses are old with hard wood floors and doors that stick, we all but have to tip-toe around the house. Honestly, I've become so uncomfortable I just want to move. I hate sharing a wall with them, and I'm in my mid-twenties; it's unfair to me to have to go to bed before 10 on a Saturday and to kick out guests so my ailing neighbour can get her beauty sleep. Also she complained that my 12-lb. toothless dog is chasing her cats. 

Her stupid cats don't even sing show tunes, 
making them immensely less bearable than these cats here.

Hey, lady, news flash: my dogs have a right to be here; I paid a pet deposit; my dogs are LICENSED by the county and they also are on LEADS anytime we leave the courtyard... how come your cats get to run wild, shit whenever they want (including on my porch), don't have to wear collars, and so forth, and not the dogs? Sounds like someone needs to get their facts straight. Also, the reason my dog keeps running up to the cats is he's saying hello. Unlike your snotty cats, my dogs are well socialised. And they wouldn't have wandered back in the courtyard to your front porch if you didn't LEAVE OUT FOOD FOR THE CATS THERE. Not only will that attract ferals and neighbouring dogs, but it'll attract wildlife like raccoons. Hope your pussies are vaccinated. My dogs totally are. Because that's the fucking law. Hmph.

"I only have about... maybe this much rabies, tops."

In other news, I had a job interview with USC and I think I might get the job... I'm in the final “pool” of candidates and I really did GREAT at the interview, which rocks because this is definitely the job I want. It's perfect... the experience, the location, the benefits, the pay, everything! What's more, THEY will pay for ME to get my California Animal Tech license, so I can really move up in this job. Hopefully my degree will finally begin paying off.

Inexplicably, doing this for 12 hours a day isn't working out so great financially.

Concerning finances: I went ahead and paid my car insurance, filled up the tank, and paid off Carlisle's vet bills, but then I gave the rest of the money to Andrew for bills and the like.  It's not as fun or romantic as buying a bracelet and going out, but it was the responsible thing to do, so there you have it.  Just in case anyone was wondering what I ended up doing with the tax return.  (No one was.)

But speaking of going out, this weekend Jonathan (the couchsurfer) is taking us to Six Flags as well as Disney. (He gets free tickets because he works for Universal Studios.)  (Maybe I'll post pics?)  I'm excited but also a bit anxious. Having someone around all the time really dragged me out of my comfort zone and more days than not we go out and see or do something, which is emotionally draining to me.  Honestly, just being in Los Angeles and seeing Jack and Andrew all the time is draining enough, but going out and doing stuff with people I don't know is really pushing it.  Although I guess I ought to get in the habit, if I don't want to end up as a weird little hermit lady with a bunch of dogs who talks to herself.  Though, arguably, blogging is already pretty close to talking to myself, and the entire last paragraph was about how awesome my dogs are and how superior they are to my neighbour's cats.


Andrew's been very busy with quals coming up so I haven't seen much of him, except in the evening when he's tired. It's been hard for us the last month, in between not having money and having a guest and being anxious for different reasons. But I'm overall pretty optimistic about the future. I mean, I'm not, but I'm also aware that the reasons I'm not aren't logical ones; I'm just being anxious. So I guess what I'm saying is, if I saw things for what they really are instead of creating things to be pessimistic about, and could stop worrying for two seconds, and was being reasonable, I would be optimistic.

"There is no pessimism."

Anyways, that's all for today. Sorry for the long interval and for the lack of effort put into this one. I imagine once Andrew and I get back onto a regular schedule things will calm down a bit and I'll be back to my weekly thing.

Oh, one more thing I nearly forgot.  I set a new all-time record on my entrance test to vet tech school.  So I guess they were pretty impressed and I'm getting a scholarship for being smart and stuff.

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