Mogi the Biter

I have a fierce attack cat.

Dilemnas

I've spent a great deal of my current underemployedness not doing much of anything. I cleaned my parent's house. I walk the dog. I play an unholy amount of computer games. I run errands, and pick up heavy things, and it's all very relaxing. Except for the court TV.

My father is old. I mentioned that, right? And he will only watch three things on television: war movies, NCIS and court TV. And luckily for him, they show different court shows from 10 am to 2 pm on the same channel. He doesn't even have to flip channels.

Now, all of this wouldn't be a big deal if not for the fact that I don't like being cooped up in my current room. It's small, the only thing I can sit on is the bed, and it doesn't have air conditioning. No air conditioning in Texas is like no roller coasters at the amusement park. It's just not fun. So I get to sit out in the living room, with the air conditioning, and listen to court TV.

Right now, it's Judge Jeannine Pirro. Before her, it was Judge Mathis. Before HIM, it was Divorce Court, and before that, it was People's Court. Arrrrgh, I have it all memorized.

Anyway, there's one thing I've learned from watching/listening to all of these televised judiciary proceedings. And that is: PEOPLE SUCK.

I know that there are recruiters for this show, who go around and scour legal claims until they find the most interesting cases, or the most ridiculous people, and then offer them an appearance on this show. I know that some of these claims are probably set-ups, because the people get paid for appearing on the show. But, geez, all they involve are people jacking money from other people, or parents feuding over their children, or boyfriends or girlfriends trying to avoid paying child support, or trying to get their child support.
This is not fun.

Then, to top that off, today I've been reading this site, and it's basically encouraged me to never think about dating again. Which isn't such a bad idea. If I don't date, I'll never be tempted to sue my deadbeat-abusive-lazy boyfriend for the cost of the china that he broke whilst we were in the midst of one of our knock-down-drag-outs, while my terrorized children from 3 different fathers look on.

But then again, I wouldn't get to meet Judge Judy. She's a feisty one.

Introductions

Well, I'm a-blogging.

This isn't exactly new to me.  I've blogged before. Though I've always refrained from calling it "blogging". I kind of drifted away from it in the past few months (or...year) but I'm back! I think! It's not like I have a lot of options right now.

Let me 'splain.

No, there is too much. Let me sum up. I was born, I went to school, graduated from college, moved to South Korea, moved BACK from South Korea, and now I'm living in Dinkyville*, TX, waiting for the next part of my life to begin.

What that next part is, I'm not sure exactly. I'll find out in approximately 4 weeks, when my test scores get in.

Until then, I'm back at my parent's house. I admit it! I live with my parents, their elderly dog and my newly-acquired kitten.

My mom is:
Korean
Conservative
Bilingual
Super Religious

My dad is:
Old enough to be my grandfather
Cantankerous
Elderly
Ridiculously conservative
OLD


The kitten is:
A biter
Adorable
Fluffy
As yet unnamed

The dog is:
A dog

I am:
Liberal
Outspoken
Not used to living with my family


To say that we don't always get along would be an understatement.

So, like I said, I'm waiting. I'm enrolled back in school to get my teacher's license. I can get either by completing a year's internship at a school or by doing a semester of student teaching. I am hoping for the former, so that I can actually get paid to do this. But the internship is contingent upon me passing a teaching exam, which I took last week. I have to wait til the end of July to find out the results. If I pass, I move away from home and begin an entirely new life. If I don't pass, I have no idea what happens.

I'm hoping that I pass.

Until then, I have big plans. Alphabetizing my book collection, walking the dog, going to Wal-Mart. This is small-town living at it's finest!


*For the record, Dinkyville is not a real place. That I know of. It might be. Let me look. 


Nope, it appears that it is not a real place. In Texas, at least.