Friday Five, Walking, Shampooing the carpet
Figured I should write now, since soon it won't be Friday any longer and I'll have to wait another day to write, so. Going to get the Friday Five out of the way first:
1. What drinking water do you prefer -- tap, bottle, purifier, etc.?
There isn't really much of a difference, so I'll take it from any. Heh, it's funny cause a couple of weeks ago I would have been like "fuck water, I drink soda." I still don't really like the taste, but I'm finally admitting that it's more refreshing.
2. What are your favorite flavor of chips?
Hrm... Original Doritos.
3. Of all the things you can cook, what dish do you like the most?
Potato salad, hands down. It was my grandmother's recipe and was passed down. It's my favorite food, and I only like it when me or my mother fixes it... oh, and it has to be warm, too 
4. How do you have your eggs?
Scrambled... it's the only way I've ever tried them.
5. Who was the last person who cooked you a meal? How did it turn out?
My mother put some chicken tenders in the oven for me... they should have been cooked longer.
Wednesday and Thursday were nice. I would wake up, go for a walk, and when I came home I would eat and/or shower and then spend the rest of the evening watching movies and working on my new layout. On Wednesday I passed an older woman on the street who was also walking, and we said hi and made comments on the weather. Yesterday my walk was cut short because it started to rain on me after I was almost home. I probably could have gotten my usual 2 laps in if I had not spent 10 minutes looking for an umbrella only to not find one.
I guess the only bad thing about the past couple of days is that I haven't been getting the best sleep possible. Well actually it's been horrible, but oh well. Sort of funny how I'm having problems sleeping while reading the book Insomnia... har har
I also discovered last night that Kasey and Cayenne appear to have that stupid fungus aquatic animals get from time to time. It can be caused by alot of things, but usually develops when the tank is kept at too high of a temperature. It's serious, as it can kill them, and I'm glad I had decided to feed them cow liver instead of just tossing a bloodworm cube in there because otherwise I wouldn't have noticed until sometime the next day that they weren't eating. So, last night I gave them a 10 min salt bath, and put them on top of my laundry hamper so they were right in front of the AC blast and kept it on all night. I put another blanket on my bed and I was fine, though the noise got to me from time to time.
I decided yesterday that today would be the day that I shampoo my carpet. Me and my mother went out to the garage last night and brought the cleaner inside, and she showed me how to use it. It was actually pretty easy, and I was actually looking forward to cleaning the hell out of it... the stains on it piss me off ;P The carpet is more than 20 years old... it really should be replaced in stead of cleaned and cleaned and cleaned again, but my parents will probably never buy new carpet. They have a knack of not knowing what is worth saving up for.
Since I had trouble sleeping, I didn't wake up until 2PM. As soon as I got up, I got dressed and rushed myself out the door to Food Lion... I knew if I just slacked around I would not get started, and I needed to go to the store to get more cleaning stuff, since we didn't have any at the house. After having some trouble finding it (it was in front of my face the whole time, but the logo I had torn off the bottle my mother used before was old and they had redesigned since then I guess ;P). I got in line, and I actually saw a couple people from high school... I did my best to hide in my "food lion disguise", which is complete with alot of hair near my face, my glasses pushed up close, and a Radford cap pulled down low over my face I hate getting caught by people who work there, asking me how I have been doing and yadda yadda yadda. Well, I hate getting caught by anybody... I'm out to shop and get the fuck home, not babble on and on with people I didn't expect to see I did get in Mary's line, though, since I haven't seen her in forever... but she didn't say hi to me as she used to when I worked there. Maybe part of her didn't really recognize me or remember me, and maybe she just asked me how I was doing since I said "hi Marry" and she assumed I must know her in some way But oh well. The bill game to $27 for 3 things... damn
Cleaning the carpet was alright. I did it from about 3 until 7, taking little breaks every time the tank would empty and I'd have to dump it out and put more in. Or, really, I would ask my mother to empty it... the one time I tried, I accidently dumped alot of it on the floor and over the toilet seat ;P Have to remember to clean the bathroom good But anyway, I only had to stop at 7 because my parents wanted to go to sleep, though I really wanted to keep going... I wasn't really tired, and was actually having some weird version of fun. And I also knew that tomorrow I'll be sore as hell probably and I won't want to. I was lucky I got done as much as I did since I started my period today (oh joy, what a fun thing to know.) I read somewhere that it's good do exercises and what not while on your period... I can't remember if they said it was because it lessons cramps or because you have a higher tolerance for strenuous stuff? who knows.
I still have about a couple of loads to do over my carpet still... I'd love to keep doing it until the water stops coming out that disgusting dark brown color, but I don't have for the rest of my life. I may also do the living room, too. And even though I had already been thinking of doing it, I got really flustered when my dad started to assume I would do the living room tomorrow. He just went on and on about how nice it'll be to get some smells out the carpet and blah blah blah. Shampooing doesn't get rid of smells; if it does it's just side effect, since it's main purpose is to get up spots and stains. Nothing will ever stop this house from not smelling like cat butt until the house is rid of cats, flat out. It told my dad that, and he just sort of mumbled "well if you do it once or twice every two weeks..." Uhm, wtf? And of course it wouldn't be him doing it... he means for me or my mother to do it every couple of weeks. But anyway, no point in fussing over it since it's never going to happen, that's for sure. I know the living room really needs to be done, so I probably will end up doing it, I just wish I could go without his remarks and comments.
Almost as soon as I publish this entry, I'm going to start uploading the new layout... so kiss this one goodbye!