Tonight was this big basketball game for March Madness (something I honestly couldn't care two fucks about, really), and I guess one of the roommates' undergrad was playing.

They didn't come back home until around 8 or so, so I figured they must have been drinking a lot.  Hence, I was the one watching both pups most of the evening, even though I was holed up in my room for the most part.  They chilled with me and all, and we had a good time.  When roommates came home, they kept drinking, which I honestly do not care about, as long as they clean up all the bottles and shit.

What I do care about, however, is when one roommate keeps screaming about the plays and getting super angry and loud and everything.  And not because I found it annoying (which...yeah I did, plus also I heard "oh I don't fucking care if I wake Allison up" because I guess they thought I was asleep but apparently didn't give a shit about that), but because when I walked out to see what was going on (finally), I saw that Callie was super concerned, and Murray was fucking scared half to death.  And my other roommate, Murray's dad, was not really doing anything to help him, it seemed.

Now, I know you aren't supposed to coddle a dog who is super afraid of something like a thunderstorm, but at the same time, a person screaming over a basketball match (something they don't normally care about at all) and not caring that they are scaring the puppy is really angering to me.  Maybe I'm a sucker and a softy for them, but I don't care.  I know how it feels to get into a game that much, but whenever I was in that situation, I didn't have two pups around.  One of whom (the more frightened one), was tied up so he could not get away even if he wanted to.  Because for some reason, instead of addressing Murray's peeing and chewing problem directly, roommate just wants to always keep him tied up.  Always.

So when I went out, I decided I would get them out of there and go for a nice long walk.  I unhooked Murray and he sprinted towards roommate's room, and did not want to come out at all.  Which I don't blame him.  When I did get them all ready, roommate who was yelling said that he was sorry but that "no one in this house understands" or something like that.  I said I didn't care about me, but I do care if I walk out and see Murray so scared and Callie so concerned and worried.  Roommate's boyfriend (I guess he would be third roommate, truthfully, but it is already confusing enough since I don't number roommates when I talk about them) was the only one who was trying to help the pups and get roommate to stop, so I asked him what time the game ended.  And although it was ending in a few seconds, I still went out for around 45 minutes maybe?  Though I did also call best friend and vented to her about things, so that was good at the very least.

And then of course they were all quiet and awkward when I came back and I just rolled my eyes and put both doggies to bed and then hopped into bed myself.

I'm just...frustrated.


I kind of want to go to Amnesia Rockfest but I'm a) poor and b) unsure about music festivals as opposed to individual concerts.  It involves a lot of camping and stuff, which I'm not a big fan of.  Then again...it could be a lot of fun if I went with the right people.  ...Or by myself.  Woo.  I'll think about it some more.