I miss snow. I find it utterly bizarre to not have to bust out the pea coat, scarf, and tall boots -- those days where you're freezing your ass off and you have stains at the bottom of your pant legs because of the salt sprinkled on the pavement. It's hard to get in the mood for Christmas when it's 65 degrees and sunny each and every day, but shmeh. Unlike many of my antidepressant-taking peers, I don't suffer from seasonal affective disorder. I like me some rain, snow, etc. Oh sure, I get down if it's gloom and doom every day, but I also love waking up to a crisply cold morning where you are bundled up in a ton of layers...those days where you take a huge coffee on the road with you on your way to class/work/etc. Hell, I even miss having to drive on black ice. I feel so out of place in SoCal, sometimes, that I just want to scream when I see yet another woman wearing ginormous sunglasses in an indoor mall. RAHHH.
Forgive my rampant cynicism tonight, my bad. I guess.
Life's actually pretty good right now, I'm just venting.
Turns out the horse I rode from July through November went out on trial to get sold, but then he came back within a week because of his head shaking problem. Yeah. He shakes his head in bright light, and because this is LA land, that means he isn't nearly as competitive as he would be without it. It's really unfortunate, because he is a very fancy horse, it's just that there's no cure for head shaking -- yet, anyway. There's no treatment, really, either at this point. The main thing you can do is throw on a fly mask and a hair net on their nose, so I suppose that's the bandaid you slap on to make the horse not-miserable, but you can't use those accessories in a horse show, unfortunately. Rahhh. Well, anyway, now he's back (Cappuccino is his name), but it turns out I've started to ride another horse, anyway.
I'm going to keep leasing this new horse I've been riding, too, because he's a much better fit for the kind of stuff I want to do, not to mention I fit him better, physically because he's taller and more athletic. I'm having tons of fun on this horse, Z, because he's much more challenging than Cappuccino, not to mention I'm finally jumping bigger jumps again! Sheesh...it's so difficult to find a decent 3'6" + horse to lease without paying an arm and a leg, I really picked the wrong sport, man. I shoulda picked up ping pong or chess or something, because this is all way too expensive.
Aaaanyway, here's pic's of me and Z:
My goal is that I'll be able to compete in level 3 jumpers by the spring, that is, if this horse hasn't sold by then. He's still pretty green, so I doubt he'll sell. Usually the people willing to shell out the dough for a nice jumper horse don't want to buy the greenies, but who knows. I asked my mom if we could pony up the cash to buy a horse, again, at some point, and I literally got laughed at...but I mean, yeah, that makes sense. I should be paying for all this junk on my own without needing the financial help from the 'rents, being that I'm supposedly an adult (I still don't feel like one, though, despite already having been financially independent and living on my own, once upon a time). I'm just grateful that I can ride at all, it prevents me from dive-bombing into depression -- not that I'm free and clear of that happening, anyway, what with its nasty habit of relapsing whenever my brain chemicals decide that emotional stability is for bitches. Ah, mood disorder, I shake my fist at thee.What else? Oh yeah, I'm going to be alone for Thanksgiving this year. Yeah. The Bobergs are all going to Iowa without me, because I have to stay home and work 30 hours next week at VS. Woohoo, boooobs. I'm enjoying working at VS again, but what I hate-hate-hate is pushing the god forsaken credit card on people. The managers always say "make sure you are enthusiastic and the benefits and the yadda yadda blah blah...one in ten people will sign up!" Uhhh, what I hear there is nine in ten will shoot you down and give possibly you death glares for being an irritating salesperson.
Real job searching continues, but trying to get a reporter job, I might as well resign myself to living in a cardboard box for the the rest of my life. Yeah, print journalism is going the way of the milkman, I'm afraid. I'm going to have to double up on some other field in order to put my writing to use, probably. What I'd love to pursue is corporate journalism. One of my dad's coworkers does that and he and his wife both wrote for the LA Times and did extensive investigative reporting, so I want to arrange another lunch with them so they can give me some tips about WTF I should do to get my foot in that door. Right now my ego is all deflated and I feel a bit hopeless about getting a real job, but shmeh. It's just disheartening that barely any job offers have popped up that are worth taking since I've been home from Spain. Lame ^ nth.
Anyway, I'm gonna attempt to sleep. Keyword, attempt. Wish me luck!
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