I think I’m vaguely annoyed by facebook, and I know I’m severely annoyed by my neighbours, and that’s contrasted by my ever-lasting amusement at my cats, and my caring for my friends, so my head is twisted in circles.
I spent way too much money at Sugar Mountain today, and I have a great deal of things I keep thinking I should write about on here and yet don’t. This week’s highlights:
-> Calling bylaw at 1:00 a.m. Tuesday night to report my neighbours for loud music. I put in earplugs; I could still hear it. I passed out anyhow, probably before the cops came, but I wasn’t impressed.
-> Being woken up at 6:20 this morning by some asshole outside of my bedroom window (which happens to be beside the driveway into our underground garage) blaring hardcore rap music so loud I swear to God I was amazed his windows were still intact. As I said to the Pompous Ass earlier when I related this story (which I’m sharing with everyone), I could’ve murdered everyone in my building, even if they weren’t involved in the least.
This was also at the same time that my alarm clock went off, which, added to my natural state of abject stupidity when I first wake up, meant that I did a bunch of confused running around in my bedroom, trying to turn off the obnoxious beeping and simultaneously kill the person outside of my window through sheer force of will, death glare and innate cuteness.
Unfortunately for me, I couldn’t see a car outside of my window by the time I figured out how curtains work (tip: they move aside with ease when one uses one’s hand), they’d disappeared. Fortunately for them, my window is also sealed shut, which spared me having to figure out how to launch a cat or other heavy projectile at them to properly express my displeasure with their choice of music and time of day and location and proximity to my delicate genius self.
That’s what my coworker and I call ourselves constantly; delicate geniuses. Oh, how we mock…
Anyhow, then we have my cats. I will tell people that I believe my cats to be smart. Then my cats do things to try to prove me wrong. Venus opened my pyjama drawer and curled up in it for awhile; this may make her smart if she figured out how to open the drawer on her own, but I’m not sure.
Thena, the one who I usually assume is smart, was being particularly stupid the other night. I had put her out on her harness and leash, which is currently attached to the doorknob (on the inside, of course). I had the door partially open so that Venus, who won’t stay out if the door is shut (don’t get me started) could also enjoy the nice weather. Thena comes and goes, getting herself woven in the legs of the kitchen table and chairs (which are right by the back door). I don’t notice — she puts her paws up on my knee to get my attention, and I untangle her and boot her out. Smart kitty, one point.
She comes back in and gets herself tangled around a chair again. I sigh and decide to move the chair into my kitchen more (I have a galley kitchen and an eating space; the table is in the latter), and stupid kitty tries to move under the chair to get herself tangled in it again. Negative points for kitty.
Mind you, I was lying on my bed on my stomach last night, using my laptop, and Venus curled up beside me and slept, which was very cute. Thena typically occupies the smallest corner of the bed when the covers are down, I think trying to send me a message about what a horrible person I am for not having the covers straightened out so that she could have more choice in where to sprawl. I don’t think she likes lying on them when they’re bunched up, because when they’re not, she’ll lie more in the middle of the bed. I am obviously a terrible person.
I’ve been having conversations with friends and family lately about house buying, and everyone seems to say the same things about it — it’s good to get into the market, it doesn’t have to be a huge or expensive place, you can always rent out a room to someone to help pay the rent, etc. It’s scary to think about, because it’s such a grown-up step, and at the same time, it’s something I do really want to do. I miss having stairs, I miss having a real kitchen, I want to have a more minimalist decor style (which would probably never happen, but seems more possible if I have more space to put everything), I want to have a backyard for friends to hang out in or the kitties to play in… it’s just hard to feel ready to take on the expense, especially when I already have debts I want to see reduced.
I’m sure I’ll remember the other thousand things I wanted to write about at a later time, but this is my update to hopefully tide over the masses (i.e., the Pompous Ass who wanted me to update). Venus sends her very best belly massage, and has now laid down on my arm, further inhibiting typing. Please send help…!