Worst Neighbors EVER

So I get sick of walking around this dark apartment and decide to give in to my dog’s wish of going outside on the patio. About one minute later I look up, and instantly bolt back into the living room to grab my digital camera. This was a sight worth documenting. 

I should start from the beginning actually: We moved here to this peaceful place and were adjusting quite fine listening and watching the birds out on the patio everyday. Then, these people move in right next door. I spotted a mother and about five blonde, stair-step children, the youngest being a little-over-one-year-old baby. From the moment we spotted them they have not calmed down. They are by far the rowdiest neighbors I have ever seen (and believe me, I’ve seen horrible neighbors). To keep track, my mom and I gave the few neighbors we associate with nicknames; downstairs are the hippies and now these horrible neighbors are…how do I put this nicely?…sort of country-bumpkins. Nobody seems to know how to properly close a door without the entire apartment complex hearing it. The children have never heard of inside and outside voices, they always come out when we try to enjoy the patio, so now they’ve scared the birds away. I’m serious. The birds don’t come by anymore. I have yet to see any of them wearing shoes. They have a big black dog that they actually take care of (that’s a first from what I’ve seen) decently, and I think they only use their apartment for storage purposes (everything else is crowded on their patio) considering they are always outside. The mother is usually outside on the patio smoking while everyone else is running around wild. I hate them. I’m sorry, but I do. We complained to the management office once and things actually quieted down for about two weeks, then it all started up again when some hot guy moved in (I think) with them. I’ve seen three different guys go in and out, so I have no idea who the father is. We mind our own business and don’t speak to them (I try not to acknowledge them), but give them dirty looks when they start yelling and screaming back and forth. Oh, and the stupid little girl hangs around the stairs teasing our dog (a Jack Russell Terrier, need I say more?) so we have to go back in and be miserable listening to them.

So, just now I noticed they made a walkway through this wire-fence that separates the apartments from a field, and then a power plant. The landscapers don’t always mow it, and when they do, they only mow some of it and leave the rest tall and wild. There are so many things wrong with these neighbors I just…am shocked. So, the mother and one of the kids sat out on the patio while the rest of the family (different guy acting as a father I think) camped out in the field close by the power plant BAREFOOT. They had a smaller dog with them running around THROUGH THE POWER PLANT. The kids (and the baby, now walking) were all running the length of the field barefoot in the tall grass where I think snakes live. The “father” sat on this cinder block thing letting everyone run loose (including the baby that is now walking). Oh, and it gets better (and by better I mean worse); then the mother (sitting on the patio still) starts having a conversation with the “father” who is about a thousand feet away. Meanwhile the kids start going separate ways. And you know who the “father” tells to “come here” and “don’t go too far”? The dog. They only went back inside when the mother mentioned someone coming over. Oh, and these are 3-bedroom apartments. There’s at least five of them altogether living there. In the beginning when they were first moving in, the mother’s parents (NORMAL PEOPLE) were helping them get settled. I repeat, the mother’s parents are the complete opposite of her and the kids. Unbelievable.
Besides the neighbors disturbing us every 30 minutes or so, I’ve been updating websites and other stuff. This week my obsession is Pinterest. I love organizing, creating things and lists. 
The pets are all still crazy (but lovable), so nothing really is new with them, unless you count the cats slapping the dog every time she tries to smell one of them.
I’m learning more about politics (which I still deem boring and ridiculously complex). 
I am also preparing for Halloween (sort of). I want to dress up and take a few pictures, eat a bunch of my favorite candy, and maybe watch a classic horror movie (and by classic, I mean movies made before 1990). I’ve had of course more troubles with my cellphone. This time (I can’t remember if I’ve mentioned it before), I have a Nokia Lumia 710 (white). Never again will I get a Windows phone. NEVER AGAIN. I actually wrote a review about it on T-Mobile’s website: 

I’m not fond of Windows Phones and this one certainly doesn’t help. At first I thought it would grow on me, but then I found very few features to my liking. First of all, the majority of social networking sites and other website apps (except for anything Microsoft of course) do not support the Windows platform. They’ve come a long way, but there are very poor apps available in the app store and it’s entirely frustrating. Also, it does not have an SD card slot which is a big inconvenience considering how often I switch computers and stuff. It has Zune for all things media, but that’s okay. The GPS sucks and is very slow and annoying. Sometimes it has been inaccurate and I’ve had to find out the hard way. I always thought of Nokia making basic phones and walkie-talkies; their smartphone is poor when it comes to the latest technology in social media etc. I am definitely switching to an Android. This will do for now, but it just sucks.

I’m behind on movies, and slacking a little on books, and my sims aren’t too well. I guess I’ve been browsing the internet and watching TV a lot lately. I think I’m finally acting like a teenager. Though the love of music will probably come later in my life.
I’ve been catching up on some of my favorite shows (Criminal Minds, New Girl and recently: The Mentalist and Baby Daddy). I guess I’m having fun. I’m trying to keep up with job hunting and cleaning the house but I get distracted very easily, much to my mother’s dismay. I’m working on it.

You create your own universe as you go along.
– Winston Churchill

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We All Have Problems

Let me introduce you to my pets (if I haven’t already):

Symba bird: Cockatiel (age: 15)
His current spot is in a parrot cage on top of my mom’s dresser. Nobody can walk past him without him pitching a fit. He squeaks, he squawks, and he’s weird. Ever since I was three, he’s always hated my hair. Even when I don’t have bedhead, he yells at me. But he loves it when I share my cereal with him. Right now he’s munching on Fruit Loops. He actually prefers cereal instead of his regular bird food. He makes a mess on the floor; I noticed lately that it’s deliberate. He’s very particular and picky about what is put into his cage. So there really aren’t any toys; just mirrors; lots of mirrors. Everyday he tells his reflection how pretty he is, and then he gives it a few licks. I don’t enjoy cleaning his mirrors, but if I don’t clean them, he’ll scream because he can’t see himself clearly. It’s difficult because I’m 5’ft 4’in tall, and my mom’s dresser is much taller, so I can’t quite reach him. If he wouldn’t lick his mirrors in the first place, then we wouldn’t be having these problems. But of course he must lick it.

Caity dog: Jack Russell Terrier (age: 11)
She’s calmed down quite a bit since her actual puppy years, but only a little. She still gets into the trash when she’s upset with us being away for too long as well as her other unknown reasons. She sits in a cat’s window seat all day long, barking as people walk past our apartment. She’s very particular about her “enemies”. The top of her shit list (so to speak) are kids around the age of 2-12 depending on the level of their rowdiness. Next up are fellow dogs that come into her view, cats, and occasionally a moving inanimate object (a shopping bag). It’s extremely difficult to try and have a phone conversation because she always finds something to bark at. I’m startled every time, but my mom is always calm unless she’s on the phone. Caity always gets what she wants. If you saw how she tilted her head to the side with that cute face, you’d give her everything too. Trust me. And don’t even think about trying to outsmart her. She makes me look like an idiot. She also steals my candy every Halloween, but I love her dearly.
She has an early bedtime, and if the light is still on in her place of comfort, she will then give you a “look” and leave in search of a dark and quiet place to sleep. The problem is, she has an early bedtime. I have too many things to do to go to bed at 8pm or whatever; same with my mom. Caity starts out in my mom’s bed, and then later in the night she will come and visit me. She splits her time between the two of us which is sweet, but extremely uncomfortable in my twin-size bed; especially when she insists on sleeping stretched out under the covers in the middle of the bed.

Cleopatra cat: Tabby (age: 2)
She can best be described as a pain in the ass. She throws up usually everyday not because she’s sick (not really), but because she inhales her food and eats non-edible things she finds off the floor. She’s sort of big in a funny way, but not as bad as Garfield. She spends her time chasing her sister and obsessing over a home-made toy. She chases her sister because her sister is an idiot. She waits until her sister is finished improperly using the litter box before she pounces on her and starts..well, beating her up. When it comes to the litter box, I have no sympathy for her sister.
I got tired of purchasing cat toys for them to play with, so I thought of a great idea (at the time): I tied one of their toy mice to a shoestring. Simple, yet Cleopatra fell in love with it. It’s commonly referred to as Mousie. It’s an inexpensive and very effective (too effective) toy, but it’s all she ever thinks about. I keep Mousie in a drawer because otherwise it will just end up in a litter box (if one of my socks isn’t already in there) in an attempt to cover her sister’s poop. It’s frustrating; and now she meows every day, and it’s all about Mousie. Her sister craves food, she craves Mousie. She wants infinite playtime with Mousie. I play with her a few times a day, but when I go to put Mousie up, she follows me meowing the whole way in what sounds like “Noooo! Nooo. No!” after I tell her “Mousie time is over”. I regret my “great idea”. Now I would prefer to shell out a bunch of money on cat toys instead of the existence of Mousie.

Jade cat: Tabby (age: 2)
She’s best described as “slow”. Her favorite hobby is sitting on top of the sofa and staring at the wall in pure fascination. She always has this sort of dazed expression on her face. She caters to me, so whenever I get into bed, she’s quick to join me at my side. The frustrating part is the way she enters my bed. The only way she will get into bed, is if she leaps onto my chest, and then settles herself at my side. It’s actually quite painful, and startling like a sudden attack. She has this sweet, yet annoying whine of a meow. I talk and she responds, I call her and she comes (eventually), but she doesn’t understand much of anything else it seems. She doesn’t understand the importance of covering up her mess after she’s done in the litter box like most cats do. We have three litter boxes (we heard it’s better that way), and she uses all three: she’ll go into one, careful not to let the litter touch her paws, wipe her paws (before even using the litter box) on the edge, then balance herself so that she can squat inside the litter box without actually being in the litter box. Usually the first time she will have urinated, so when she’s finished, she turns around and wipes her paws on the edge, smells where she has just urinated, then wipes her paws some more. She will go to the next littler box and do the same, but doing more than just urinating. It’s a strange and unnecessary process that nobody understands. I’ve tried to show her how to cover up her mess, but she doesn’t get it. Her sister takes matters into her own paws by waiting until she’s finished using the litter box to pounce on her in frustration, and continue to beat her up by getting on top of her and biting her until her sister screams or until I squirt them with a water bottle. I asked her sister what good was violence, and that the last thing she needed was to get hit (or slapped actually) in the head. So far, violence has solved nothing but satisfy Cleopatra. The problem still remains. She’s ran into a wall twice this year, which really doesn’t help her case. She also continues to use the furniture as a scratch pad even after all the different scratch pads we have bought. I really don’t understand her. And if it’s not Caity getting into the trash, then it’s Jade getting on top of the counters in the kitchen at night and stealing/eating whatever has been forgotten. I must say she’s the strangest of them all.

Looks can be deceiving..

My Halloween Experience And Other Updates

I hate going long periods of time without blogging, but I’m also not too fond of blogging regularly. I just don’t always feel like it, you know?

Halloween was interesting. At first I had planned on stocking up on loads of candy from dollar stores (I’m a bargain shopper in case you haven’t already figured that out), and just stuffing my face all night. After going back and forth in my mind determining my financial situation (my latest bank was pissing me off), I finally ended up going to Walgreens around 9pm. It wasn’t too pleasant of an experience. First off, only one side of the Halloween aisle was covered; the other side was completely bare. And of course, all the good candy was gone, but I improvised. The only regret I have is that damn $7.99 bag of assorted candy. It didn’t do me any good in the long run. The bag contained Cry Baby sour gum balls or whatever. I hadn’t had those in a while, so I tried one last night and omfg it was a killer. My tooth is still painfully sensitive, and not only am I brushing my teeth like mad with Sensodyne toothpaste, but I also scheduled a dentist appoint (!) for tomorrow. It’s that bad. I think it’s the acid or whatever in the candy. I will definitely never try that again. So I ended up only eating a couple pieces of candy, and now I’m stuck with an entire bowl of candy. I could have gone with a stomach ache or anything but a sensitive tooth. I don’t know why this always happens to me. Tonight I’m going to mentally prepare myself for the dentist appointment tomorrow. Or maybe I should just not think about the painful things they’re going to do to me.
Not to mention, while I was shopping for candy, I waited a whole 15 minutes on this lady that had a big basket-full of groceries, and even more coupons. The worst part was I was wearing a jacket and let’s just say it wasn’t quite cold enough for a jacket. No, the worst part was some of the lady’s coupons wouldn’t scan, and the check out guy just had to KEEP TRYING. That was an entirely HORRIBLE experience.
No I did not watch a scary movie either. It took me two years to get over The Ring. I’m very easily scared.

As far as books go, I have been documenting still and creating new lists. Right now I’ll just say that I’m currently reading The Good Patient by Kristin Waterfield Duisberg.

I’m still sort of cyber-stalking Johnny Depp, but not really. I have heard other disagreeing opinions but it is what it is, and it isn’t.

“Fiction is the lie that helps us understand the truth.” Tim O’Brien

An Average Day For Me (sort of)

Today was interesting, in an annoying sort of way.
My mom and I drove around for about an hour or two looking for a branch of this one bank that has a cash deposit ATM or night drop box or SOMETHING. We found one on the third try thanks to the GPS woman that never shuts up. She pisses me off; I don’t normally talk, but when I do, I make an effort to, so I expect to be heard rather than just wasting a breath, but that damn thing never shuts up; turn left this and turn blah blah blah.
Speaking of technology, I saw this Lexus (?) commercial; did you know that cars are becoming so brilliant that they can drive themselves? I think it mentioned something about “alerting the driver if they doze off” and “automatically decreases speed if it detects the car in front is too close”. Am I the only one freaked out about this? If I am, then I suggest you seriously watch I-Robot (starring Will Smith), and then get back to me. I’m telling you the future is in plain sight, and what do we do? Continue to build artificial intelligence until we no long have to think.
I’m ashamed of humanity.
But anyway..what was I saying? oh yeah, so I’m pretty fed up with this new bank. They really seem to care (overwhelmingly) about customer satisfaction. Wait till they here from me. Those idiots and their inconvenient services! And no it’s not a major bank, but still. Better yet, I’ll mail them my complaint. I swear it seems like they are desperate for customers. That’s not a good sign; not at all.

I’m back to an Android at the moment. It’s a My Touch 4G HTC thing. It’s also brilliant. Damn these things and their conveniences. Besides Google not understanding my voice, it works pretty well. Very helpful…and yes, I must admit…cool.
I heard about the BlackBerry issue. At least I know it wasn’t just me having difficulty with emailing. That’s their best trait, and it goes down? NOT a good sign. I can only imagine how many customers they lost. I go back and forth because I still have a strange devotion to BlackBerry. Forever and always I guess.

This is just flowing now isn’t it?

Mom has been lighting candles all over the house lately. I’ve always been a bit edgy with candles ever since I was eight, when I watched this news special about this woman who’s house burned down (I forgot if she lived or not) after she fell asleep forgetting about the lit candles. So I’m hesitant, but they do smell good. Really good.

In the world of books, I’m currently reading An Off Year by Claire Zulkey. It’s right up my ally in certain situations and I’m enjoying it. That last book I read, I Never Loved Your Mind by Paul Zindel, was very odd. The ending and just about every part of the book was strange and very unpredictable. But it was still a good read.

I suppose I have been cyber stalking Johnny Depp, but how can I not when he’s been in the public eye just about everyday this week? Especially his second drunk stunt, and the press for his upcoming movie The Rum Diary (in theaters October 28, 2011).
That reminds me, I need to renew my Flickr subscription before the end of the year.

“Morning is an important time of day, because how you spend your morning can often tell you what kind of day you are going to have.”
Lemony Snicket

Too Boring For A Title

I am terrible at multitasking, but I’m trying my best at the moment. I know I’ll forget something.

August 6th came and went, but still no word from the local library. They have been behind on notifying by email, but they should have thought about having to short staff before they spent all their money from gracious donations all on decorations. Ugh. The hours are inconvenient too.
Hardly anyone signs up for the summer reading programs, and from all the different categories I would of thought I’d get something. Lots and lots of gift cards to book stores and Amazon.com. But no email from them; not a word.
I’m in the middle of The Help by Kathryn Stockett; I hope to finish it before the tenth (when the movie comes out). I’ve already received an Entertainment Weekly magazine with a cover story about the book/movie.
I’m sort of getting sick of talking about books. But what else is there to talk about if all I ever do is read?

Our TV has quite a personality. First off, it can’t tell the difference between increasing and decreasing the volume, so it increases the volume the majority of the time. And it hates universal remotes.
My laptop has its issues too.
I have a few movies from my mom’s collection I haven’t gotten around to watching yet:

  • Only You (1994)
  • Mad House (1990)
  • Just My Luck (2006)
  • Walk the Line (2004)

I also have a long list of movies to rent later. I’m sticking with Redbox at the moment. There’s no way in hell I’m returning to Netflix.

I am so lazy, I have an overflowing basket of clothes to wash. I’m not too fond of those clothes, but I hate shopping for clothes so I haven’t done anything. Plus, with this damn heat wave, the only thing you can wear to prevent passing out is a bathing suit. Living in Texas doesn’t help matters.

Maze Of My Mind

Despite my occasional productive activities, the past few days have been slow, dull, and boring.
Nobody wants to hear someone gripe about their boredom, so I’ll elaborate on my productive activities:
I searched for jobs the other day until I got a headache; and today I finally signed up for LinkedIn.
That’s about it on the productive scale. I mostly spent my time sleeping, reading, staring at the walls, and picking up cat shit everyday. I’ve been having lovely dreams lately, so when I’m not struck by insomnia, I enjoy my sleep.
I’m actually reading two books right now; both non-fiction, so it’s possible: The Case for Faith by Lee Strobel and The Rise and Fall of Adolf Hitler by William L. Shirer. I finally managed to stop by my favorite resale shop a couple days ago; and I bought a small stack of books for $1.35 (The Hitler book was one of them). I truly am a bargain shopper.
I have insomnia, and it’s my own fault. I sleep during the day, so I’m unfortunately restless at night. I know how to fix my sleep cycle; it’s just a little difficult getting started, and considering how lazy I am, it’s not going to happen anytime soon.
For the past few days now, one of my two cats has been pooping to the side of her litter box. The damn cat has been kicking litter out of the box, so that it’s all over the floor; and I guess she’s too dense to realize how to properly do her business. Her sister is sick of her too; every time Jade (the dense one) finishes in the litter box, she makes sure to wipe her paws clean, but leaves her business uncovered. Cleopatra (the emotional one) hates that, so she waits until Jade is finished, and then she pounces on her.
There is a faint odor of cat urine in my room, and I can’t exactly pinpoint the spot (mainly because my sense of smell is weak). But I don’t even really want to know. This has happened to me so many times out of all the cats I’ve had.

“This time, like all times, is a very good one, if we but know what to do with it.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson