Hah. At least you didn't have to get a rabies shot, and then have your parents rip you apart for having a flat tire.  I'm so sick of it all. 

I'm warning you all now. There's some strong language in this post.

So I moved into my new apartment last tuesday.  My roomates moved some stuff in and our apartment is pretty nice.  We have a nice couch and an entertainment center.  And a little dining room area, and a kitchen. 

But there are a few things wrong with it like the front door and back door won't lock, (so we have to use the crappy bolt lock on the top that doesn't even lock properly half the time), the bathroom door won't shut, our garbage disposal doesn't work, and our deck is rotted so they have to rebuild it.   

So there are these feral, stray cats outside.  A mother and her 4 kittens.  The most adorable things I've ever seen in my life.  I started feeding them when we moved in.  They're terrified of people but I got them to come inside a couple of times. 

One time I had three of them inside for almost the whole day.  I was picking them up and petting them and things, and they seemed really docile for feral kittens, you know?  And so Adam came over and we were playing with them.  We fed them lots of milk and alfredo because we know cats like milk and cheese. It was about 9:30 that night, And then we looked into where they were sleeping, and there was some white stuff on the floor, and we noticed the white and black cat had some foam on his mouth.   It scared me shitless so I had Adam kick them all out.  They didnt' want to leave.  And I was nervous as hell because I thought the cat had Rabies. 

So I made the awkward "I think I might need a rabies shot" phone call.  And they guy on the other line sounded like he just got hit by a train when I said it.  And I made Adam drive me to the emergency room.  I was terrified because I knew I was getting a shot.  And I HATE shots.  

So I'm sitting there in the emergency room, scared out of my mind and hyperventillating.  I know shots aren't that bad, but I just freak out.  I can't explain it.  The doctor tells me I need two needles.  And so I said okay, and braced myself.  Then he leaves and a nurse comes in.   He has three needles in his hand.  I freaked out.  I was like "Why do you have 3!? I thought I was only getting two!" And he said "Yes, but there was too much fluid in one of the doses to fit into only one needle, so I had to split it up." So I said, okay.  And then he said "There is a problem though." And I said, "What?" And he said "There's so much fluid in the two needles that I need to give them to you via an alternate entry." At that point I was extremely confused and said, "You mean like my leg or something?" And he said "No, I need to give you the shots in your rear."

... ... ..."My WHAT?" 

And so I got two gigantic needles in my ass and one in my arm.  I was so damn pissed off.  

So I call animal control.  411 gave me the number for the Ashford town animal control.  They said it was the closest one. I left them a message because it was saturday.  I get a call back from them at like 5:00pm that day.  The woman said "This is regarding the kittens that might have rabies.  I'm sorry, but we can't help you because Willington is not in our jurisdiction.  You'll have to call the willington animal control."  WTF? Okay, someone tells you there might be rabies infested cats in a town RIGHT next to you.  A DEADLY disease.  And you say, "I'm sorry, but we can't help you because it's not in our jurisdiction?" ... I was so PISSED! Not to mention there IS NO Willington animal control.  I looked it up, I tried everything.  There's one in Ellington, which is 30 MINUTES away, but not in Willington.  

So since I couldn't get any help from Animal control, I decided to keep an eye on the kittens myself.  They're fine.  The one that I thought was foaming is acting just like a normal kitten should.  And so I started feeding them again.  Once again, they're fine.  My suspicion is that We fed them too much milk and alfredo and he puked it up, thus making it look like he was foaming at the mouth.  Which means that I got a rabies shot for nothing.   And now I have to decide whether or not to go back to the hospital and get the rest of the shots.   I might as well, I think.  There are a lot of strays around here and I don't really want to take any chances.

Story #2.  My parents are jerks. 

Adam and I went to Massachusetts this weekend for a Realms event.  It was supposed to be an all weekend thing.   I get a call from my dad that day.  I had no reception, and could only stay on the phone for like 1 minute at a time before it cut out. And I had to call him back like 80 times. That was annoying in and of itself but then my dad says to me, "We're coming up tomorrow to see the new apartment." I said, "What? I'm kind of in Massachusetts right now." He said, "Oh that's okay, we'll come up later, like around 2 or 3."  Urgh... Now... it's a 2 hour drive to get home.  I need to be home at 2:00pm.   The events don't start until 12pm, which is when we would need to leave.   So I was like... WTF? I came up here to spend one day?  No point in staying until tomorrow though, if we're just going to leave at noon.

So Adam and I drove back home last night.  

I get up the this morning and call my dad.  I said, "We got back last night becuase the event was kinda boring. (which was true.. There were about 20 archers, and even the 10 year old archer was better than me so I figured, why bother fighting? ...they won't miss me.  Not to mention the castle battles were boring as hell and they lasted FOREVER because people kept respawning.  ...urgh) So you can come up whenever you want." He said, "well, we have some stuff to do, so we'll just come up later anyway." OMG... grrr.... Then they asked me if I wanted them to bring anything, so I asked for their extra coffee pot and if they could get me a silverware holder.  And they said "sure."

So they came at 1:45-ish.  My mom saw the stray cats outside and said "You should take one in." I almost bashed my head against the wall.  The reason I didn't take one in was because I thought my mother would have a fit for me getting another animal.  And so we were talking and having fun playing with the kittens and I said I didn't have any dry cat food.  And so my mom said "We'll go out and buy you some." 

They did, and they came back with food.  Me, Adam and my parents were talking and having a good time.  Then Adam said, "I want to go for a swim." and so my mother said "Yeah, you two go have fun and we'll come outside and smoke. 

Adam and I get in the pool and all of a sudden I hear "Andrea! Your car has a flat tire!"

I jump out of the pool and come running down to the parking lot, and sure enough, my car has a flat.  And so I was greatly upset by this.  My parents said "We'll go to wal-mart and see if we can get you another tire and a rim because your rim is shot.   You must've hit a curb or something.  You weren't paying attention." I said "You don't have to do that.  Youv'e already done so much for me today.  And I dont' really remember hitting anything.  I'll get the car fixed tomorrow. It'll be fine." But they insisted.

And so they went to get me a tire.  It took them an exceptionally long time.  Adam had to leave to get some stuff done before he had to work tomorrow.  I somehow got a sinking feeling in my stomach.  My parents came back about a half hour later, and my mom gets out of the car and says "come here." I gulped and went over to them.  She started screaming.  "You're in big trouble missy!" Now... I'm 21 years old.  For her to use that kind of tone with me and talk to me like I'm a child made me so damn embarrassed.  Especially in front of the entire apartment complex.  She was like, "You are treating this car like shit, and you're not being responsible."  I kept hearing it for about an hour. 

Mom and Dad:-"We bought you this car, and you're so ungrateful you're not even keeping up with the maintenence."~"You must've hit something otherwise your rim wouldn't be so damn bent."~"You're so dumb you probably didn't even notice it was broken."~"You're not responsible enough to live here on your own, you should come back home.  Pack your bags now.   And you'd best get used to walking."~"What are you doing with the money we're giving you? Why haven't you taken care of your car?"~"We had to go everywhere looking for a rim and a tire because you didn't even have the sense to know anything was wrong." 

Me:-"I never asked you to buy me a damn car in the first place.  I had money, I said I was going to get one, but you had to butt in to make sure I had the type of car YOU wanted."~"There's no way I could've hit something because I wouldn't have driven 2 hours to massachusetts and back on a FLAT TIRE! I would've noticed.  And I didn't hit anything on the way, because Adam was there and he didn't notice me hit anything either."~"I'm never coming home because you both treat me like a stupid child who doesn't know a damn thing. And we're always frigging arguing."~"I never asked you to give me any money.  And don't you think I would've done something if I knew there was something wrong with my car? You can't possibly think I'd look at my car and go 'Oh, there's a flat.  I'll drive it anyway.  That's a GREAT plan.'"~At that point I broke down crying. "Why do you have do degrade me in front of the whole apartment complex.  Why can't you just say 'Hey, your car needs work, get it repaired.'  Why do you have to constantly butt into my life? I'm 21 years old, let me do things on my own!"

And it just went on and on for like a half hour of them degrading me and calling me stupid and saying I was ungrateful and worthless and me screaming back at them until I finally threw my keys onto the pavement and ran inside. 

Then my mom comes in and starts yelling at me more, while I was balling my freaking eyes out.  I was screaming, "Why do you have to yell at me for things I have no damn control over? Why are you mad at me for having to go find me a new tire when I told you you already did enough for me? You insisted, how is that my fault?" 

And it just went on and on.  Finally my mother was like "Oh, I'm so sorry that i yelled at you." Doesn't make anything better.  Everyone in the apartment complex thinks I'm a baby and I have a crazy mother.  They ALL heard the yelling. 

And then she was like "Oh well I can't leave until you forgive me.  I dont' want you to be mad at me." WTF? Then don't fucking scream at me in front of like 20 people. 

Finally they left.  And I just felt so damn worthless.  I feel like such a fuckup.  Nothing I do is ever good enough for them. And I feel bad because I wanted to say "Thank You" for all the stuff they've done for me.  And I wanted them to know that I do appreciate them, and I do appreciate their help and they just ruined it all. I never got a chance to say anything. I want to crawl in a hole and die...

My dad called me a couple of hours later to say they were home and I said "Hey dad... thanks for everything you did today.  I really do appreciate it." and he said "Yeah, well you need to learn to take better care of your car.  We want to help you out, but you've got to start taking resposibility for what you do." And he just ripped into me again.  And when I hung up the phone, I just cried.  For like an hour.   I can't deal with it.  I just feel so damn worthless.  And my thanks aren't wanted.  I just don't know what to do anymore.

So if any of you think you're having a tough day.  Hah.... I laugh at you.  You didn't have to grow up with this.  And you didn't have to get a damn rabies shot in your ass! LOL.  So I don't want to hear it.