michelle and i got our apartment decorated for the most part, still a few details here and there that need to be taken care of. we hosted a father's day dinner tonight, our very first dinner aww how sweet. anyway here are some rather large pictures of our place under a cut.
well michelle and i are officially all moved in to our apartment, everything is still a mess and we still have a tiny bit of unpacking to do but we're in.
our first day and night in the apartment is really supposed to be one of the happiest days, but yesterday was honestly one of the worst days of my life. saturday morning, the day we had a uhaul truck to move in the rest of our belongings, there was something wrong with our kitty margot. she couldn't stand on her own and she was breathing really fast. i wanted to pay attention to her and try to find out what was wrong but i had a whole day of moving to take care of. michelle finally ended up taking her to an emergency vet clinic, they told us that margot was showing signs of feline asthma so they gave her a steroid injection and gave us some steroid pills to give to her to try and normalize her breathing. they also told us to wait until monday and if she doesn't appear to be any better to take her back to get some blood work done on her. sunday morning(the first morning after sleeping in the apartment) i wake up to michelle in a panic, telling me to put clothes on because we have to go back to the vet right now. margot was laying on the couch completely unresponsive to any stimulus. i rushed to put some clothes on then we both got in the car to drive margot out to the vet. on the ride over margot was completely lifeless, michelle kept petting her and kept telling her to wake up while frantically crying. we finally got margot into the vet's office but it was no use, she was already dead before we got there.
our little kitty only 7 months old is dead, and we had to sit there and watch her die. we're supposed to be happy and excited about finally moving out, something we've been waiting to do for about a year and a half, but now we're here and we can't enjoy it. even our other cat desmond is bummed out, he wants to play but he doesn't have a little sister to play with anymore. i don't understand cat language, but i'm pretty sure he keeps asking me where margot is, every once in a while he'll walk up to me and start meowing at me like he wants food, so i take him over to his food bowl but he just turns around and starts meowing at me again. i'm no cat whisperer or anything but i'm pretty sure he's asking where his sister went.
i know the pain will all go away in time, but for now i'm still in shock, margot was completely healthy on friday, saturday she was sick, sunday morning she died. it's all so sudden that i'm still having troubles believing that she's really gone forever.
enough depressing stories, i just needed to vent this all out though.
wow josh pushed shit talking on XBL via call of duty to a whole new level today. my favorite excerpt from him being:
kingofmadden09: your name is randysaysrelax, why don't you relax?
josh: why don't you relax? relax your lips, relax your throat and remember to take a deep breath before i slide it down your throat.
needless to say kingofmadden09 had nothing to say to that, but everybody else in the game was laughing. josh should become a professional shit-talker, the four years of being a car salesman has trained him well in the linguistic arts of bullshitting people and thinking on the fly. although if an XBL account can be deactivated due to complaints i'm pretty sure my account is going to shut off soon after today. god i love the internets.
michelle and i will finally begin the move in process in prairie view next week, after all that waiting from our application process. i was seriously going to go kick that compliance officer in the teeth for being such a stickler with our application. the lady that works at the office in prairie view feels bad for us, mainly because we've given her shit this entire time with massive guilt trips and she's decided to let us move in next week, but not make us pay rent until the first of july. so at least there's a bright side to it all. now we just need to get a washer and dryer fixated for ourselves, along with many other household items which we currently don't own. the financial situation really does suck right now, but the excitement of getting out of this house is over-coming that destitute feeling, that is, until it's time to pay some bills, then it's back to 'sigh city.'
michelle and i put in an application for our first apartment today. i don't think we'll have any serious problems getting approved, it's a low income complex, and we make shit for money. the apartments are called prairie view, they're fairly new, i think they were built within the last 5 years or so. we reserved a 2 bedroom 2 bathroom model, it's 1050 sq. ft. and on the second of 2 floors. i'm so excited to get the fuck out of this house, my mom is going nuts and by association, making me nuts. she just can't get over the fact that she can't wait to move, she talks like arizona is some kind of paradise, and washington is the cold asshole of the united states.
i really think she's using the weather as a facade for her real reason for moving; getting away from everybody. i'm pretty damn sure she's sick of living with michelle and i, she's also tired of her sisters, which i understand. her sisters(my aunts) are awful. most of them are alcoholics, and they're the worst gossipers i've ever met, you can't say anything around them without it being spread to the rest of the family in 2 seconds. ever since my grandma died the family has been falling apart, and i don't blame my mom for wanting to get away from that at all. i think she also wants to start dating again and she feels really uncomfortable about my brother and i judging who she dates. i'll be frank here, she's attracted to men that are trashy pieces of shit, real douche bags that treat her like shit. she didn't even tell me that she was getting married to my ex-stepdad because she knew i hated him and knew i wouldn't approve of the marriage. she wants her own life, i understand this, but she's too afraid just to talk to me and tell me what's up so she found her first valid excuse to get out of here and ran with it.
well regardless of why she wants to move, she's doing it and has given michelle and i a good push in the right direction. we need our freedom, and our cats need their freedom to roam about an open space instead of being locked in our room.
when or if we get accepted we shall have a small house warming get together, where we shall dress in fancy attire and sip cocktails.
i really need to remember to take my pills. i think i took 1 of 4 pills between saturady and sunday and i'm a fucking wreck today. the suicidal thoughts are getting worse, turning into urges, so i think i'm going to pawn or sell my gun, shit's getting scary. i need to get back into the doctors office and tell them that this prozac is only doing so much, i need to find some hippy doctor that will prescribe me some medical weed, seriously, i don't ever remember being depressed during my heavy weed usage period.
if anyone wants to buy a .40 caliber glock with a couple hundred rounds let me know, i'll sell it all for $450.
so the english nazi inside me has been freaking out lately over this new axe advertising campaign. 'double pits to chesty' they call it. the commercial where the motorcyclist rips off his shirt in mid air and proceeds to spray his armpits and chest with axe, all the while doing a back flip on a motorcycle. i get what they mean, what they're trying to do here, but seriously axe, you need to learn what a double plural is. pit is an armpit, pits is the plural form of pit, meaning two or more pits. so this singular man with two armpits does a double pits to chesty, how? he sprays each of his armpits once, he doesn't spray them twice nor does he have 4 armpits to spray once each. so how the fuck does he do a double pits to chesty?
it's stupid shit like this that gets stuck in my head. it shouldn't bother me so much, but i honestly think that horrible grammar in the mainstream media is just a part of what is rotting our little north american kids' brains out.
i've had a fascination with the paranormal for a long time. every time a show about ghosts or ghost hunting on, i watch it, whenever i stumble on a website about ghosts i end up staying on it for hours, or until i've seen every picture and video. michelle recently brought up the idea of finding one of the haunted portland tours, to maybe see if we can experience a ghost in person. after researching the different tours around the area we decided to go with the portland walking tour of old town pizza and the white eagle hotel.
the first stop was old town pizza, located on NW Davis st. in between 2nd and 3rd avenue. the story behind the building is that it used to be a hotel/brothel in the early 1900's. the third floor was the home of the resident prostitutes, including one named "Nina." nina was sold into being a prostitution, so she wasn't exactly about the position she was in, but there was nothing she could do about it. nina ended up being thrown down an elevator shaft by a john of hers, scratch marks on the ground proved that she didn't die from the fall, so the john must've had to go down to the basement to finish the job. it's said that people have seen here inside the restaurant and there have also been reports of smelling her perfume in the air.
i guess i was the lucky one of the tour, i was the only one to experience anything paranormal. we were in the basement of old town pizza, where nina's body was found. this basement happens to be right under the kitchen, all the heat radiates down there, it was actually pretty uncomfortably warm down there, no windows, no ventilation, but that's old construction for you. towards the end of the of investigation of the basement, actually as we were all leaving in the midst of this hot basement my entire body went frigid. my entire body was cold, i could all the hair on my body standing up, and when i looked at my arms there were goosebumps all over the place. michelle even caught a picture of me rubbing my arms because they were so cold.
it's really hard to tell convincing ghost stories, there's always a lot of doubt around them by people who weren't there, and in my kind of case people that were even standing right next to me. an experience like that is really hard to explain, i went from sweating in this basement to feeling like i walked in a freezer in .2 seconds, in a room with no AC or any kind of drafts to leak in whatsoever.
i do have some good news though. tomorrow i will be the owner of a sexy blood red xbox box 360 elite(shown below). still trying to come up with an account profile name, i want something new but i'm having a creative block on it. i blame it on my technical report writing class, it sucked all the creativity out of me and replaced it with facts.
