Feline Frustrations & More

After a few months of encountering cats on a regular basis I can say with certainty that I don't like them. I might even hate them. I don't really want to see cats die. I would never kill a cat. I just would rather them stay away from me and my life and my stuff. The hair is the biggest problem. They seem to know how much I hate the hair when they decide to rub their faces and bodies all over my clothes. Besides the hair is their whining, their pouncing...they take dumps in the house. That's so gross. The first cat I knew regularly was Andrew's cat, Falco. Falco's pretty cool. If I didn't dislike his kind I would probably be okay with him. He doesn't seem needy or prissy/pissy like other cats, which I like. He's just too loud for me and seeks affection for the purpose of getting food. I suppose it's survival. The other cat in my life is Porch. My roommate's friend's cat. She's watching Porch while her friend is living abroad. Porch seems needy to me. She follows me all around the apartment and meows in a weird crackle because she was in a fight. She rubs her fur all over the carpet so everything that touches the floor is tainted. She lays down in my room and won't leave and she watches my hamster from underneath the clear glass tank. Right now I am caring for her because my roommate is out of town. This cat vomits too much. Today it vomited on my wicker table. I don't think cat barf comes out of wicker. I am being somewhat dramatic. Cats aren't my tragedy, they're just a nuisance.

I can stop complaining soon because I am moving this week! I found a new place close to my old house in North Campus. The apartment is TINY--an efficiency with a miniscule kitchen and airplane style bathroom. I am excited about the giant closet. I will cram my life into that closet so that the rest of the apartment seems bigger. As excited as I am, I think I might miss this location. I'll definitely be glad to be closer to UT/downtown/friends, but the place I live now is no more than 15 minutes away from anywhere I need to go.

Last week I joined a yoga studio. It's pretty yuppie/fancy/Austin-y, but I like it. I really missed doing yoga. It had been more than a year since I'd practiced. I took it for four years (off and on) at UT. It was definitely a great deal, but the classes were really huge and some of the instructors were too almighty about their own yoga agendas. This studio is really small. I've gone to two classes. The first one had three people, the one today only had two. It's so personalized. I enjoy the fanciness because I'm used to being really cheap about everything. This is one "reward" I am allowing myself because I know it's something I truly enjoy doing. Today was a problem, though. Last week and over the weekend I was SO SORE because it had been so long since I'd practiced. I fully expected the soreness and dealt with it the best I could. Everything started feeling better except this one spot on my shoulders. Specifically the left shoulder. Today I assumed I could just stretch it all away and "work out" the shoulder problem. Not the case. As soon as I lowered down into plank I felt the sharp, searing pains through my left shoulder. I almost dropped to the floor because the arm started going limp. I forced myself through the rest of the class, doing tons of Vinyasas--the sequence of poses that causes the shoulder pain. It started getting a little better toward the end, but I think it's because I modified it and was relying almost totally on my right arm. Now I am upset. I am so excited about these classes and I think I've injured myself. It's definitely screwing up my practice. I'm going to keep doing it until my arm completely tears off. At that point I'll believe it's a serious problem and not just my weak body.

Finally, tonight I signed my life savings away to my sister if I should die. She's my primary beneficiary. It's kind of hilarious. Maybe I'll die from blood loss when my arm breaks off from too much yoga.