So dave came home the other day and made me feel much better.
My cousin Katie got married on 8-8-08 and had an Associated Press article about it made, which was weird. And they kept getting calls and emails from china and japan wishing them luck. 8-8-08 is apparently very auspicious. We had fun at the wedding and reception, it was in an art gallery which was pretty neat. And the reception they had tapas which was awesome. They had a very good orator, or priest I guess but you know that is what priest do is orate, and it was very cozy. I liked it a lot better than I liked the other weddings I’ve been to.
We got to visit with Dave’s mom, which was fun. Dave got new pants and a shirt, and we went to the beach. I like the beach, even though its murky water because there are so many rivers emptying their sediment loads in that area.
Over all it has been an awesome week. I just had lunch with Dave and Nick and I’m now chillin. I’m gonna have to clean out our cabinets in the kitchen though, and clean up the computer room. We’re getting sprayed for bugs tomorrow and they need to spray in the kitchen and the cabinets. I have to clean up the comp room because I don’t know when they are going to be coming and I work so I have to lock up Franklin. I usually would use the bathroom but I need them to spray in there. Maybe they will get here early and I’ll still be here.
Anyways, I’m gonna chill some more.
Seriously. My awful day could have been avoided by asking questions
I’m sorry the first thing I blog in forever is about how crappy my day is but I think I’m about to explode from stress.
I took Franklin to the vet today and he was yowling the whole time we were there and hissed at the vet. He has never done this, usually he is very calm and sits there quietly even when he gets his shots. The vet just examined him and weighed him so I could get his flea stuff.
This was stressful but I got over it pretty quick.
I went to lunch with Nick and Dave and Aaron and Anna and we had a good lunch, but I was a dumbass and couldn’t parallel park. I’d never practiced parallel parking in this car but its rediculous that I can’t do it! I parallel parked a full size truck for five years! After making a fool of myself I gave up and found a spot I could park in normally. It was embarrassing but whatever, parallel parking isn’t that important.
I came home and tried to hook up my computer and the router since it hasn’t been connected yet and nothing works. I finally waste an hour trying to get the router to work after getting my computer running and give up and go grocery shopping.
I stopped by Madness Comics & Games and picked up a booster pack of DnD Minis and signed up for some comic subscriptions since Dave likes some comics and we get a 10% discount on them if we have a subscription. That was fun, it picked me up and I went to the Cupboard to get groceries.
The Cupboard is a locally owned place, and I like getting stuff from local places instead of chains. The only problem is everything is a little more expensive because they don’t buy the same amounts of crap that a giant chain store does. Also they have natural and organic foods. I don’t really care about organic foods but I’ve been trying to eat healthier and hoping Dave will start eating healthier too. Dave eats a lot of junk, and he doesn’t want to walk with me or swim with me or do anything involving burning calories that could be considered healthy with me. It is frustrating but I can’t make him do something he doesn’t want to do, so I’m trying to buy healthier foods. Anyways, everything went fairly well at the grocery store. I even found some local eggs, which is cool. And I got their bulk detergents for laundry and dishwashing.
Only I guess I didn’t pay attention and I got the wrong dish washing detergent, I got the stuff for hand washing, I guess and I didn’t realize and I tried to wash the dishes in the automatic dishwasher and there is soap everywhere and I dunno how to get it out of the damn dishwasher.
I’m incredibly frustrated and upset and mad at myself for not asking someone about their stupid bulk soaps and detergents and if you could use them in what. Very mad at myself, I feel like I’m gonna pop or something.
Ugh.
I guess it would be funny if it wasn’t such a horrible mess. Maybe I will feel better later.
seriously I have been lazy I am just posting this before I go to work to let everyone know I’m doin good. and didn’t fall off the face of the earth, lol.
I could have a better job but can’t everybody? Anyways I work on a computer all day so I don’t really feel like getting on one when I get home and I usually am hanging out with friends on my days off.
Although I did take a week off and laze about doing nothing useful. It was glorious.
Seriously, I’m so pissed off right now at AT&T. I was originally going to have internet from them, even though the assholes force a landline on you, but I had thought I’d canceled my service the tuesday after memorial day, May 27th. Apparently the stupid bitch I talked to did not disconnect my service AND failed to document my call. Which means I get to pay probably 100.00 dollars for some shit I didn’t even use. the bill for the month is 73.something and I’m so fucking pissed.
We canceled the service because it was b/s that it would take 3 weeks to turn on our internet after the phone was turned on and the phone wasn’t even turned on when I was told it would be turned on. But when the phone WAS turned on we hooked up our dsl modem and we discovered we could send 1 out of 5 packets. The browsers timed out before surfing could be done, but packets were being sent. Which meant we had some sort of internet connection, which really fucking pissed me off because they claimed it would take THREE WEEKS to turn on the internet. When CLEARLY we had internet, just not the desired speed. AND NO ONE FUCKING UNDERSTANDS THIS.
I explained to them many times while I was on the phone, “I’m sending packets, that means I have a connection” and they said every fucking time “No, you don’t have internet, we have to do a more manual process to turn on your internet.” and I would reiterate “I can send packets, the modem is connected and packets are being sent, I’m watching them go through.” and they said “We can get you a dial up modem until your service is turned on.”
HOW fucking difficult is this to understand? They are supposed to be selling INTERNET and they don’t even know what packets are or how they get sent.
I’m just fucking tired, and pissed off, I’m going to be wasting at least 75.00 on this shit I didn’t even use because apparently they can’t see that I didn’t use the phone or the internet, they can only see long distance calls, not local. I guess its a good thing the police departments don’t need a history of the calls within the last billing period or longer. Oh wait, they do.
I’m hungry too, and we don’t have any breakfast foods, I forgot to go to the store friday or saturday. and I have to go to work in 10 minutes and my stomach is painfully empty. Very upset that I had to deal with this shit today
Dave and I have finally finished moving everything from the old place. And I got a used washer and dryer, and the washer flooded the damn closet twice and the dryer didn’t dry anything. I don’t know why I even dicked around with this shit, I should have just saved up and got a new one, now I have to find someone that has a truck and we need to take it back to that guy. At least he gave me a guaranty on them. But I only know one person with a truck and they didn’t answer their phone, and I don’t even know them that well.
Dave is leaving on Sunday and I wanted to get this shit finished so I don’t have to dick with it alone.
I dunno, I’m pissed off and stressed out and late for work because I had to clean up this fucking mess.I’m supposed to be into work in 9 minutes, at noon.
I am so stressed out I don’t even want to go to work, but I am going to go because I need the money for a new washer and dryer. I just want to scream, I’m so stressed.
I did get to sleep in today, which was nice. But that is about it.
I woke up to a call from the apartments we’re looking at, and apparently we make 10k more than the minimum to qualify for a tax rebate apartment. This is after 3 weeks of being dicked around with of having to fill out every stupid form you can imagine. And their next open NON tax rebate apartment is available for move in during the second week of june.
Our move out date is May 30th.
Dave’s seminar is the first week of june.
I’m trying to get us a god damn place to live, but no one is returning my calls, it looks like we might have to apply at this other place, which had nice management and was clean, but is smaller than where we live now.
we were also looking at houses for rent, but the fucking realtor hasn’t returned my call. I called at 930a and its now 315p. pisses me off and stresses me out. I wanted to go look at the houses TODAY as it is my day off. But that seems to be not possible. I’m sure she’s already left for the day.
I’ve done what I can, but I guess I’ll have to look at some other places and try to throw something together.
I’m super stressed about this. Seriously, you don’t know, I think I’m going to implode from my stress. I haven’t eaten anything all day, and I’m starving, but the thought of food makes me feel nauseaous. I haven’t even taken my vitamin.
And then Dave calls and says something about our friend, Nick, being involved in some kind of accident and is in the hospital and I dunno, that’s all he said. Never called me back with more info.
And I didn’t send him a text until 130p asking about lunch since he had a final and I didn’t know how long it would take and I didn’t want to interupt him and get him in trouble.
he already ate and didn’t call me or anything, I thought he was gonna. I’m sad about that, i was looking foward to going to sukkothai.
I guess today could be worse, but I feel pretty crappy. I guess I’ll think about eating. I dunno what, all our dry goods and cookware are packed. Fucikng parents. I dunno what we’re gonna do about food now, I thought we’d be moving in to the new place in a week.
gods I’m so stressed.
my last two days off I had to spend with my parents, because they drove up from Houston to harrass, I mean, spend time with me. Dealing with them is so fucking stressful.
Friday I got to listen to my mom tell me how filthy our apartment is and how we’re living like white trash. This is actually an improvement, usually she tells me we live like “N-”. I hate racial slurs so I’m not going to write it, but I’m sure you can imagine what a racist white woman might have said as an insult that starts with the letter n.
so while being called white trash was an improvement on my mother’s part, it still pissed me the fuck off. She’s in my god damn home, I don’t care how shitty it is, she doesn’t have any right to insult me, dave and our home like that.
pissed
me
off
godsdamnit I was mad.
and to make matters more frustrating she insisted on packing the living room. That would be nice, except she can’t fucking pack and hates every proof of my independence and immaturity so she threw everything into boxes and tried to break the things she didn’t like. Fucking pissed about that too. She tried to break my $30 DnD mini by tossing it in a box with books and heavy shit. She threw books in boxes so that it looked like something shit a box full of books, instead of placing them in the box so that, you know, they filled it up. the only things she didn’t try to break were my games, and only because she thought all of our games were david’s and she kept saying “TELL ME WHAT TO PACK AMY, I DON”T WANT DAVID TO COME HOME AND CUSS ME OUT FOR MESSING UP HIS STUFF”
she screamed it at me, that’s why it’s in caps
THAT pissed me off too, for multiple reasons. She thinks so poorly of David that she thinks he’d scream and cuss and pitch a goddamn fit just because she helped up pack. She thinks so poorly of me that she doesn’t care if I get mad.
ALSO we don’t have to move out until May 30th, and that was may 2nd that they came up.
We did have lunch with David and it was nice, we at a Fera’s, this cheap but delish Italian place by the university. And I had leftovers that I managed to save for Sunday, when I worked.
And we did throw out that nasty ass chair we never used anyways, which was nice, but there are boxes there now.
My parents stayed until Dave came back home, and then they stayed and made everything uncomfortable for a while.
Dave brought our friend, Jason, with him because we game on Friday nights, and my parents don’t know how to deal with people, at all. It was awful, and they even stayed when Nick, one of our other friends, came over. I honestly thought they were going to make us kick them out. I don’t care if I “should” have been spending time with them, they insulted me in my own home, and they insulted Dave in our home. Never fucking do it to his face, just talk shit about him to try and make me leave and move back in with them. pisses me off
anyways that was friday.
Saturday started off nice, I got to snuggle in with Dave, until my parents called us. But it was at like 9:30a when they called, which I guess is normal hours or something, but I told them we’d call them when we were ready.
We woke up and got ready and called them at eleven, and then my mom wanted to go outside and walk. Like, exercise walking, not strolling around enjoying a park or spending time together or something. She wanted to work out with us because we’re fat. She didn’t say we were fat, but she said we needed to get out and walk. we hadn’t eaten yet, since we thought we were going to have lunch together. We did go eat lunch, but my parents had already eaten, so it was me and dave eating lunch with my mom making faces and sounds of disapproval.
in case you didn’t know, eating makes you fat and ugly, you should never eat, especially breakfast
yeah, that’s my mom’s fucking gospel, she has coffee for breakfast, with maybe a donut, eats nothing or maybe a cheap ass burger or sandwich for lunch, and eats nearly nothing for dinner. So her body is always starving, so her body is always storing fat and burning muscle, she doesn’t care, she doesn’t even BELIEVE that. That is lies to make you fat.
whatever, anyways lunch/breakfast was a disaster.
Dave is attending a seminar thing in June up in Denver, CO and I’m not going because I’d be bored to tears (also we can’t share a room which pisses me off but whatever, I’m over that) and I’d rather work and save my paid time off for a vacation we can both enjoy.
so my mom keeps fucking harassing me about being alone for a week. Oh no, I’m alone, wah. But she’s like “your going to get raped, someone’s going to rob the house, you have to have a friend come over and stay with you so you aren’t alone, I need their number, give me 3 numbers we can reach you at if you don’t answer your phone, if you don’t answer your phone we’re calling the police!” and all this bullshit about stupid crap that no one can control and then she’s all “take the whole week off and come to houston, we’ll take care of you, you won’t have to worry about anything take the week off, fly down to houston, you don’t have to drive, you’ll be safe, we can fly you down on your days off if you need to work, we’ll fly you down. Take off, come to houston, you need to stay with us, fly down to houston” and she’s going on and on and on.
And then Dave says “you worry too much, stop worrying, you can’t control any of that”
and my dad says “Shut your mouth”
WHAT THE FUCK
SERIOUSLY
Still pissed off about that too.
anyways, that pissed dave off, that they tried to treat him like a child re:(how they treat me) and he left. I followed him, and that pissed them off. They were like “AMY get back here! NOW!” and shit. My dad came out and apologized and we went back in, I finished my lunch but my MOM fucking let the busboy take away dave’s plate. Dave was not finished with his lunch, and she just sat there. I know she did it out of spite. That’s how she is, mean and spiteful. That made me mad, but dave wasn’t mad about it.
So our day got off to a GREAT start.
And then my mom was bothering us about our sofas we have, and reminding me how shitty they are and she just couldn’t believe that we were going to take them with us, so we went to a furniture place. we looked at furniture and woo, was it “fun” man. I was bored as soon as I walked in, but really can’t stand my mom’s whining and bitching, so we went. Afterwards we went to a comic shop, because it was free comic book day, and my mom stayed in the car because she doesn’t care about spending time together. I got some more DnD minis and dave got some free comic books.
then we went back to the apt to see what there was to do out side, and mom complained every ten minutes about what the hell were we waiting for, we need to get outside. Finally we found something cool, a big cat sanctuary, called C.A.R.E., out by Decatur. My mom made snide comments because they have “research” in the name of their organization, and she kept ignoring me when I told her they rescued cats abandoned by irresponsible owners. Idiots that think wild animals make great pets, and then freak out when they start getting bigger than them and eating 100+lbs of meat a day. Seriously, she just ignored me, when we got there she asked the tour guide.
but that place was great, I had an awesome time there. It was the best part of the day. I got to feed some chicken to one of the tigers, and we got to see a lot of big cats. They were lovely, but it made me mad too, because they should not need to be there, but assholes keep buying them, and keep throwing them out when they get too big. One of the tigers had even be declawed, it was awful. Because her toes are gone the rest of her foot bones are going to wear down her feet until the bones are coming out of the skin. That shit makes me mad.
But besides that, it was really nice to be able to go there. The tigers chuff as a greeting, and I chuffed back when they did that. Dave, my mom, and dad, did not. They got sprayed at by three tigers, it was funny. None of the tigers tried to spray at me.
After there, we went to the Ponder Steakhouse. it was awful. Our neighbor recommended it and I thought we’d try it out. Well, apparently STEAK is not what one goes there to eat. Me and Dave shared a porterhouse, only instead of being delishushes it was fail. first off they cut it in half. that made me mad, if I wanted a half assed steak I’d have ordered one. Also they charged THREE DOLLARS to cut the steak.
Yes.
$3.00USD to CUT an already cut steak, in half. I didn’t even want them to do that, and i didn’t even know they were GOING to do that, as they didn’t say anything about it. assholes
and I was especially NOT expecting it because I ordered rare, and dave ordered medium rare and they ASKED me if medium rare was ok, so I said sure.
AND THEN the steaks came out medium WELL and WELL!! WHAT THE FUCK
HOW do you fuck up RARE and MEDIUM RARE so badly? I don’t know. We had to wait again, for our steaks to come out. And they were not grilled over an open flame, but cooked on a griddle. And while the meat was interesting, it was not something I’d eat again.
To say it was gamey was generous, I like gamey food this steer at some ass or shit or gods know what. It was interesting to try and figure out what the hell the steer ATE, but that is not usually why I eat beef. Now it was very tender and marbled nicely. But that hardly makes up for the taste being so… interesting. I have no idea what your supposed to order at this place, but clearly steak isn’t one of them.
so I was still hungry after we ate there, and when I said so my mom harassed me about being fat.
We came back and sat around and had some beer and stuff, but it was only relaxing for a little while. My mom didn’t want to be social so she walked Franklin. I didn’t care, Franklin loves being outside. And then my parents left, but kept not leaving, they just kept saying “We need to go, we need to leave, we gotta go” but they didn’t leave!
Finally they did leave.
finally
but we watched a movie later that night, at the movie tavern. We watched it there because I was STILL HUNGRY and also I needed a drink. I really wanted sushi, but we didn’t eat that, I ate at the movie tavern, Dave got me dinner, got the beers. We watched “forgetting Sarah Marshall” which I thought was going to be awful but it was actually good. I enjoyed it, it was a fun movie.
dave and I reaffirmed our bond this morning. I feel all nice and warm and stuff inside.
too bad I have to go to work. poop on work.
I don’t feel like everything is falling away from me anymore.
Dave did laundry and cleaned up the apt and stuff, and we made up.
I think part of when I feel scared and stuff is on some level I still expect something really painful to happen whenever I screw up. I mean, I still freak out when I spill something on the carpet, and dave is like “why are you sorry? its an accident” and I’m like “I’m sorry!” at least ten times.
also, my parents left me 23 messages last tuesday and they were mad and stuff. because I claimed myself on my tax return, they can’t get 300 bucks for claiming me, and I get kicked off their insurance in july. oh no, its nto like I finally have a job with insurance benefits or something. and they were pissed because they wanted me to come down to Houston for my dental stuff (I have to go to a houston area dentist under their insurance policy) and I don’t want to be trapped with them for a day, 300 (close enough) miles away from Dave.
ALSO we had already talked about this three times over the past week, and I had told them the same things.
SO in conclusion I had a super shitty whole week with an especially shitty saturday and sunday and also my hormones were making my hyper depressed. that happens for like five days before stuff. I can go into detail, but you didn’t ask. (don’t ask me questions you know really want to know the answer to, because I answer them, unless you’re a douche)
I feel a lot better today. Dave and I had lunch with some buds on dave’s lunch break, and I took a look at an apt. it looks nice, its smaller than where we live now, but its hella cheap. Also I didn’t make an appointment to view them, I just stopped in and the management was very nice.
We’d probably have to get rid of some furniture (*cough*quintuple-used-sofa-and-chair*cough*) but the storage space is MUCH improved, the kitchen is smaller but there is, in point of fact, a PANTRY. there are no pantries where we live now, we have to put stuff in our cabinets. I despise that.
also there are hardwood floors in the kitchen, living/dinning area and hall. I honestly could care less if they were cement floors, as long as it isn’t CARPET. I Hate carpet, with that capital “h” (how the hell do you onomatopoeia “h” eich haych heitch aytch? um anyways)
so today has been very productive today. I ment to go check out more apartments and stuff, but I have not yet. Mostly because the two places dave mentioned he told me “that place by applebees” and “the one nick’s moving to” so I am guessing on the first one, and the second one I have no idea.
I’m gonna do stuff now.
