Part 2
Well, it looks like I shoulod have posted sooner because even after my last post I forgot to add stuff! This is back to my personal stuff. The day before my birthday (the 21st) a big storm hit Los Angeles, and when I say big I mean a typical storm in Marin. Bikram has been helping out a lot as far as my emotions go, I guess getting into a regular routine of exercise will do that. If it wasn't for the yoga I'd be a warbelling bag of slop. Usually it also helps me sleep if I'm stresssed out, but for the past few weeks I've been waking up in the middel of the night, though usually I can eventually get back to sleep. I think part of the problem may be with my new neighbors. I'll ellaborate later. Anyway, I don't remember why but work had been sort of stressfull and my car was still at the mechanics, so I was loking forward to making it to yoga that night. Well, because of the rain, I missed class by ten minutes (also happened last Friday, sans rain). I was also worried that my birthday would be a big bummer, and with the rain I thought people would flake on me, though at this point I have a small but close and dependible group of friends. I stoopped to get dinner and went home to relax. I'm not sure if it was the sound of the rain, which is sort of conforting to me, but I think I was able to sleep through that night. I've heard that rain on birthday is supposed to be bad luck, but I've also heard the opposite, thought that night I felt that the first would be true for me. Not only did I sleep through the night (I think) but slept for a long time, which I needed. I finally got my ass up to take a shower, thinking that I'd spend the day alone like a few of years ago. Turned out that Dhino had called while I was in the shower and was driving to my place, silly me. I got out of the shower and Michael called to wish me a happy birthday and to make plans to celebrate it, which turned out to br a dinner we'll have to do another time because at the last minute his company flew him to San Diego. In the middle of the call Dhino rang the intercom and Michael let me go. Thiugh Dhino recently got a car, the tires on it were bad, so I took out the rental car to one of my favorite places, Vegan Plate. It's a Thai restaurant that doesn't serve meat (and most Asian dishes don't serve dairy anyway, so it's just the meat that's faked) and even my mom liked. Though it's only a couple of miles from my place, by the time we got there it had gone from a slight sprinkle to pouring rain. The rain had also given me good luck that day. I tried a dish there that I'd never tried before that was delicious. We decided to go to Pasadena and got into the car. I was backing out, super slow as usual, but didn't happen to see a bright red Civic in front of me! Worst was that I left my insurance card in my Honda. The girl got out and instead of wanting to exchange info just said, "You know, my uncle just hit my car, it's a 2001, so I'm not going to trip if it's coool with you." Thank fucking gawd. We got to Pasadena, and I only had enough change for 35 minutes. Needless to say we took way longer than that, but there was no parking ticket! Usually I get one of those even if I'm 30 seconds late to refill the meter. Again, the only bummer was not being able to have dinner with Michael to celebrate my birthday.
Also, around the last week of August, my Russian neighbor quickly and randomly moved out, and within a couple of days a mixed Latino family moved in (Grandma and dad are Latino, mom's white, and their demon spawn is of course mixed). They seem to be pretty cool and quiet, except for their kid. The kid looks to be between 6-8 years old and is loud an obnoxious enough that whenever I hear him throwing a fit (which is almost everyday) my ovaries try to tie themselves into a knot. The worst part is that his bedroom is next to mine, and the walls are paper thin. Usually I can hear him being woken up for school, and though he's gotten better, I would hear him fly into a massive tantrum of yelling, screaming, crying, and demanding that he wanted to watch TV. I still fantasize about shooting him down with Ritalin darts. You can hear that his parents are fed up with it, but of course it's the spoiling grandma that always lets him carry on for a while before trying to calm him. I do kind of feel sorry for her though, it looks like she may have suffered a stroke because at least the right side of her face is paralyzed. I've talked to the mom a couple of times, and though she's really sweet I can see where her kid got the hyper activity from. I hope for their sake he's easier to manage when he grows older, though I doubt it.