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Name: Clawed
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Finch pointed out during an earlier discussion that I hadn't updated my blog with a real update in... a very long time. So here I am, writing a rant. Or a mini-rant. Or a ramble. Or something, not sure what. Well, as my last post (which was a real update, I swear!!) stated, I am engaged. Engaged since June 6th. No wedding date set, though we're optimistically looking at spring (I'm not holding my breath). I'll let you all know as soon as I know, of course. Shut up Clawed. I will too let them know. We're also back in phoenix, this time for permanent. Left Vegas behind for bigger and better things - also things with better paying jobs and lower rent. Also ASU. Yay ASU. Finch will be attending MCC (Mesa Community College) and I, barring unforeseen problems, will be going to ASU. (Hence not holding breath about wedding date). Currently jobhunting, I have one part-time job that I should be able to keep after classes start and am looking for a second, hopefully that I can also keep once classes start. Finch seems to think that I can pull off forty hours a week when my classes begin, I'm not so sure. I don't think he realizes just how difficult a science major is. Yes, dearest, music degrees are hard too and require a lot of classwork... but your classes are one credit hour apiece for a reason. Mine are three, even four - this means that three or four of my classes have the workload of twelve of yours, and what exactly does that say about our relative majors? (He also doesn't believe me about engineering classes - I warned him that they were going to be really difficult compared to what he's done before and he kinda shrugged me off. Oh well, he'll figure it out eventually, and I can always help him with his homework.) Right now things kinda suck. Not a big suck, but enough of a little suck to actually be a suck. We're staying at his mother's house and not getting our own place until August 1st - which could be worse, but could be better. I would have preferred to move in this weekend, but we don't have to pay rent where we are now and that's a good thing. We do, fortunately, get a break on our first month's rent (as in we don't have to pay it) and they waived most of the fees and whatnot for us (yay! our meager supply of money just might hold out until the paychecks start rolling in again) so we're essentially moving in for free. This makes a happy clawed. But that's in two weeks. Until then... we're here at his mother's house and it's interesting. Now, the situation could be worse. He doesn't think so, but staying with the friend he originally intended for us to stay with would have driven me up the wall. The place is a disaster and there's two small children that belong to the actual owners of the house. Also, no extra bedroom, we'd only have couch space and it would only have been for a week... yeah. Clawed would be a little ball of "I just wanna go home!!!" 'course, I'm right now a little ball of 'just wanna go home!' but I can stick this out. At least his mother is gone most of the day (she works two jobs). ... call me crazy, but this woman's nuts. She works two jobs and is hardly ever actually in her home and awake. There are days she's barely here for an hour before she has to go to sleep. She's got two decent jobs and still has barely enough money to pay off her rent, bills, and massive debt - and has barely anything to show for it. Her furniture and clothes are years out of date, her car is nice but not great, she doesn't take trips or have any major 'nice things.' Yet she pours hundreds of dollars every month into credit card bills (she won't file for bankruptcy - it would "ruin her perfect credit." Never mind that she is literally hundreds of thousands of dollars in debt.) But I digress. This woman's... nuts. (Clawed - you said that already.) She and Finch have a strained relationship at best. She has two large dogs ... (I would like to say right now that I am not a dog person. They're just not my thing. They're loud, messy,and have no sense of personal space. A cat, even the clingiest cat in the world, recognizes that space is important. A dog doesn't. They must be right in your lap, drooling and shedding - mostly drooling, which I don't appreciate - and any second not in your direct company is a second wasted. Big dogs, little dogs - they're just too messy and needy. Mostly messy. Did I mention the drool?) ... that she treats better than her son, not to mention spends more time and attention on. When Finch is here, it's only to keep her company. She seems to want to get into some kind of close relationship with him, but not for the sake of a relationship with him. She either wants things (money) or is lonely. I think the latter equally as much as the former, as she certainly doesn't seem to be too interested in his well-being, except how it reflects on and benefits her. Currently there's a sort of strained peace, but each day seems to get a little... tighter. I know it's my presence that's currently the lid on the situation. But she doesn't like me. Oh, she's not overt about it, and it's not an outright hate or anything. I'm just not what she would have picked out for him. For one, I'm not like her. For another, I don't like her. Her interactions with me just have that air of subtle disapproval. But, at least for the moment, she tries to get along, and I think she honestly enjoys having other people around. It's obvious that we're only all together because of circumstances though, and I think she realizes that she screwed herself out of a good relationship with Finch, and by extension us as a couple, by her actions a long time ago. (Which is not my story to tell, so I won't). So between his disapproving mother, having two large dogs in a small house, the uncomfortable bed and tiny room (we don't really go in there except to sleep), I can't wait to have our own place. But it's better than our other options. But we do have an apartment to move into on the first, and so that's good. And we're back in a place where we both have friends. *yawn* sleepy now. Continue later.
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