More Shampooing, Axies, Money, Layout
I spent another day shampooing the carpets of this house. I got myself out of bed sometime around noon, and even though my arms were just aching, I started getting to work right away. If I had waited, it's very likely I wouldn't have gotten to it until 3 or 4, when that was the time I actually got finished starting at 12 like I did. I took two Advil before I started, and either they helped or the pain just it sort of faded away while I was working. I actually felt really energetic the whole time I was working... well, until the last run that is. I started to feel blah around then. I did two runs in my room, and then did about 6 in the living room. Each "run" (which is just what I call it before I run out of cleaning solution and have to refill) takes about 20-25 minutes to complete... so considering how long that took, I'm prp al proud of myself that I held out like that. And I didn't take one break the entire time. The only thing that even came close to a pause was when I had to stop and ask my dad to pick up some more cleaning stuff so that I could keep going on the living room... and that was it. I was really happy that I was able to finish for the day and take a shower before my mother got home from work.
The living room ended up actually looking really good... course, it wasn't that dirty to begin with I don't think. Just alot of pet stains and matted areas from high traffic. When I dumped the water it was a grey/brown/tan color, while the color from my room was a blackish brown. Although, the dirty water from the living room sort of had a smell of a toilet that hadn't been flushed in a while :ehh: But that's just what happens in a pet area like this... and when people are too lazy to properly clean up things. While shampooing, I was thinking that it wouldn't be so bad to bring this thing out to clean a spot whenever a cat threw up or shit on the carpet... but we have no place to keep it in the house and it's usually out the garage, and hell if I'm trudging out there every time it happens. I thought about how I would have to have this house repaired to sell again after my parents were dead... replacing the carpet, painting the rooms, removing the tile and replacing most sinks/showers/tubs... it seems boring now, but thinking about it in detail certainly made the time pass while I was working.
As much as I don't want to (and as much as I'm not sure I'll be able to), I'll probably go over my room again. When you compare the living room to here, it looks like shit in here... like it was shampooed but not really. I'd like to keep going on it until the water looks like it did in the living room, but that's probably impossible to do in another day 
And I don't even know how it came to be so fucking nasty and dirty, ugh.
Blah... that's enough talking about carpets 
If it feels boring to type, must be even worse to read.
When I came out into the kitchen this morning, my father told me he was making dinner for mom. He opened the oven, and there was this huge dish thing he had in there, covered in tin foil. He raised it up and all I saw was light green and lots of red... he said he put cabbage, hamburger, mushrooms, and A1 sauce (I think?) and lots of other shit in there. I'm not even sure if he followed a recipe for it, but it certainly didn't look like it. He was worried that he was supposed to boil the cabbage first, and then told me that if the cabbage turned out nasty he'd add noodles... which I thought was even nastier. He had some shortly after it was made and later said he didn't like it. I warned my mother about it right after she walked in the door, and when I told her what was in it she said she wasn't touching it. I don't blame her. I'm just glad my dad never asked me to taste it.
Kasey and Cayenne are still sick. I tried to feed them some food last night and they just won't eat. They appear to have that fungus infection (because of the white wispy things) but they're very active and have nothing visibly on them any longer, which isn't really characteristic of that problem... so maybe they have a bacterial problem. Who knows. I hate having to keep their tank as cold as possible. I tried having the AC on last night and I just couldn't stand it, I was so cold I had to turn it off. All the resources say to keep the tank between 45 and 50 degrees, and that's hard as hell in this room without be suffering from frostbite with them. At least my mother filled up some more soda bottles and made a space for them in the freezer so I don't have to freeze myself too much.
And... hrm, what else. I probably should have called Dianna today, but didn't get around to it. Really, I should have called her last Thursday, but I didn't want to seem to eager. They probably won't have any job openings, anyway... don't know what it is I'm hoping for. I had really wanted to get a pay check while Matt was here, but it doesn't look like it's going to happen. I doubt we'll have enough money for anything we need or wanted to do I only have about 170ish, and 90 or so of that is the only money that's left on my credit card, so I can only use that for real real emergencies... blah And I know my parents probably won't be able to give any money at all, since things are so tight for the budget.
Speaking of that... just the other morning my father tried to get on me about an $11 phone bill. He started asking if I called such and such places in California, and then added "I thought you were over that"... talking about how I had been calling Andre while I was at school (and he never helped pay for that bill like he said he would), and my dad thought I was calling misc people all over the country. He never knew who it was I was calling; he just saw on the phone bill where it was and thought it was stupid. The California calls were for the axolotls, and they were a total of $3.... oh deary goodness me whatever will we do! He tried to blame the $4.40 phone call to some place in Virginia on me, but I honestly have no freaking clue where that came from. And besides, I always dial 1010321 with every long distance call, so there's no way a bill of mine could have gotten up that high since I don't remember talking to anyone on the phone that long in more than a year other than to Matt. My father honestly doesn't understand the concept of talking to someone on the phone for long periods of time if it's long distance... his mind just can't process it for some reason and gets on my case whenever I actually call someone out of a 40 mile radius. Is it my fault he picked a shitty long distance plan? No. Blah.. I don't really want to complain about this.
I loved this layout before I uploaded it. I thought it was so totally neat and cool, and was really excited about it... but now that it's up, and since I spent a total of like 3-4 hours getting it all up and situated, I'm no longer really into it Not that I want to replace it or anything, because I still like the design... I just don't like how much of a pain in the ass it was. Nothing ever seems as good once it's online. It's pretty graphic heavy (everything's a .gif... heh) and it really demands a big resolution... but those were the things that I liked about it. I had planned on it being up for a while, but now I'm almost sad that I put it up now instead of giving the previous layout a little bit of a longer run before replacing it. I was actually starting to like that one again... but oh well. Oh well oh well oh well, too late now. This'll probably be up until sometime after Matt leaves... so nearly a month or more.
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!
Domain hosting, Walking, PMS, New layout soon
The past two days have been pretty lazy and dreamy.
I discovered that Cyberpixels has banned greymatter... wtf? But yet they'll still allow moveabletype and B2. I did a 1/2 assed effort trying to find whatever logic they had behind the decision, but I gave up easily, because no matter what their reason was it doesn't change the fact that they have. I just moved to greymatter not long ago, just finally got used to it, and I really don't want to switch again if I don't have to. So, I've been looking for some other host that has a good plan, isn't too limiting, and isn't more than $15 a month (even though I'd prefer it to be under $10). If anyone knows any greymatter-loving hosts, leave a link in the comments, I'd appreciate it
I went to bed last night around 7:30ish or 8AM, and then set my alarm for 2PM. I got up alright, and decided that to help wake myself up I would go for another walk. This time I thought I was being smart and took something for allergies before I left the house... but then, of course, there ended up being nothing floating around in the air like there was the day before yesterday. Even the road looked like it had less pollen on it. I'm assuming it rained, but I don't remember hearing it do that. I only sneezed once (well, 3 times total... takes me 3 sneezes to sneeze the equivalent of everyone else's 1 it seems 
, and since I was doing so well and it wasn't too hot (was nice and breezy again) I decided to go around the way I was walking twice. When I got back in the house, my mom told me that was a mile total. My father also went waking while I was gone... I think he was trying to catch me out walking, because when he talked to my mom he seemed sort of offended I didn't go with him.t towould have asked him if I didn't know he would just babble on and on about stupid shit, trying to sound philosophical (but failing) and never shutting up and not even noticing I wasn't responding or looking disinterested. I did see him walking by on lakeview from the road I was walking on, but I didn't think it was him at the time.
I also found out my sister had a miscarriage today. My dad started talking about it, saying how he didn't understand why they were trying to have another baby anyway since their finical situation wasn't at it's best. My sister is 37 years old, and she isn't going to have much longer to be able to have any children of her own, so bad finical situation or not, I totally see why she would want to. A couple years of a tight budget is nothing compared to living till 90 and always wishing you had had one more child. I told my father this, and even though both my sister and her husband are near and around 40 years old, he still spoke of them as if they weren't capable of making a logical decision. He kept saying he didn't think they knew what it really meant to have a child (even though, in total, the two of them have 3 children, 1 from their marriage and two from his previous marriage). it just infuriates me that he always sees everyone as stupid if they don't agree or see his logic, even though he's not taking anything into consideration. Then, he had the nerve to say, "It's this kind of stuff that's wrong with the world." Right... a woman wanting to have one last child while she's still young enough is what's wrong with the world, and not bitter old white men who are racist and sexist and ageist and can't see father than their own nose.
Anyway... shortly after that I went to my room, read some, and my eyes started feeling very heavy. Even though I really didn't want to, I had to take a nap... I just couldn't stay awake. This was around 3 or 3:30ish. It took a while, though, because my mother was putting styrofoam under my AC on the outside of the house (after I told her fucking not to like 1000 times, next time I think of it I'm going to go out there and rip it off. I don't trust it to not melt or something under the AC encase it gets hot on the outside. It just pissed me the fucking fuck off that she did that after I told her not to skfjdakljdsfkjdsfkjdfkjdfkjdfk... right, I'm definitely experiencing PMS) and after she FINALLY stopped doing that (because, of course, she can't do anything unless it's absolutely perfect and everything, because she'll keep redoing it until it is... *twitches*) I got some sleep (that is, after she came into my room, wanting to put more duct tape on the window from inside the house.... I screamed at her to get the hell out). I slept until about 7 PM, which I thought was horrible At first I couldn't figure out why I slept so long, but I realized it was the allergy stuff I took. Heh.
Blah, I was doing fine, but writing about that thing my mother did just got me into a pissy mood again. I hate PMS. Fucking god damnit PMS... heh, oops
I've got a new layout ready basically. I'll probably upload it here first and then once I get the domain situation figured out, I'll move it there. That is, if I keep the domain. I want to keep it, I do, but only because I can host all of my pictures on the same space (since alot of my picture archives are on Matt's school webspace), otherwise, I don't see the point. Course, typical.net might not last forever. Mer's going off to college in the fall, so it might be nice to make the move now encase she does end canceling the domain like I did with unpretty.net two years ago. But, who knows... I guess my disappointment that hosting isn't as "omg wow" as it used to be is really bothering me But oh well. The new layout should be up in a couple of days I think.
Argument with Matt, Mother’s Day, A walk
Matt and I had a pretty big fight. He signed off shortly after that (since he took all the blame [like he always does] and I stopped talking) and I figured I would write some to pass the time until he signs back on. It was a stupid fight, over him asking if I wanted to talk on the phone... We've had problems with that before (or, uhm, more like me having problems with that before), and even though I can't think of any logical reason why it would bother me, it just does... terribly. Oh, what a terrible thing for your boyfriend to want to talk to you on the phone all the time, right? Heh. I just don't like being nagged or having someone being too persistent for me to do something... I learned to hate it from school and my parents. I do things on my own time, and I don't mind being asked, but if it gets to be too much I protest. I enjoy doing things in PSP and HTML for long periods of time (heh, ok, all day), or maybe just reading sites, and I can't do that and talk to him on the phone at the same time... so I just opt out of it, because talking to him for just 20 minutes or so isn't an option (it's like teasing him, and he always sounds so fucking sad when I end a phone call before I'm ready to go to bed... hell, even when I am going to bed, he sounds sad) so I have to be prepared to be on there for a long long time, and most of the time I'm just not. So I don't. I've told him this before, and my frustration just came back today. We were talking on the phone alot, but I wanted/needed a little break, and so he's been asking more to compensate to get us back to talking as much as before... or, that's my opinion, though Matt denied it in our argument. Maybe it's because I'm PMSing. Well, I'm assuming I am... my boobs are sore, so my period shouldn't be too far off. Side note: I hate how people say they're PMSing while on their period... it's PRE Menstrual Syndrome. You can be a bitch while on your period but that's mostly you reacting to your body pains and stress, not a chemical emotional roller coaster. Course, I've gotten equally mad about this when I wasn't PMSing. Or was I? I really can't remember.
But anyway... don't really want to talk about all that
Even though I thought Mother's Day was yesterday (damn my father for making me think that), I had plenty of time to finish her card by today. It took me 2 hours to color the front, and I included 3 poems that Matt helped me find inside with some extra decorations. I put the card on top of the cake my dad bought in the kitchen's fridge, and put a note in the kitchen table for her to look in the fridge. I came out there and she was just sitting there, and as soon as she saw me she asked me why she should look... she was too lazy/sleepy to get up and go check without a reason or real urgency I told her just to look. She liked the cake and really liked the card. I gave her a hug, told her happy mother's day and told her I loved her. She didn't get all mushy, she just seemed happy and pleased. Throughout the day, whenever I saw her, I would tell her happy mother's day and then tell her I loved her. I was being repetitious on purpose, and I'm only hoping it was cute.
I actually took a walk today. I tried to get my mother to come with me ("Mother's Day Walk", I tried to call it but she wouldn't, saying it was too windy and that the pollen was really bad outside. I went out anyway, because I've always been pretty persistent that I don't really have any allergies to pollen. It was windy as hell, and there was so much of it I could see it blowing around, but I figured I didn't need to worry about it. I had walked a little bit when I started to sneeze some. I don't really mind sneezing, so I didn't turn around and go home. I brought my camera with me, and I was determined to at least take some pictures of the lake before I headed back (they're in the photolog). While I was taking pictures of the lake, a car pulled up behind me. The wind was blowing sort of loud, but if that car had been coming at normal speed, I would have heard it before I finally did notice it. It was about 10 feet away when I turned, and it was moving slowly toward me. It was red and white with a latter strapped on top of it, with what seemed like other construction/yard stuff in the bed of the truck. It scared the hell out of me to turn around and see them, and I mouthed the word sorry (because even though this was a dead end street, it did not end in a circle, and I was not sure if the road I was standing on was someone's property or not) and watched the truck slowly turn into a driveway to the right... almost as if it was an afterthought. It was hella creepy, so I just started walking away casually as I heard them get out of the car and say some stuff to each other. Maybe they thought I was the weird one, standing there taking pictures (though they probably couldn't tell that from behind me) but they really had me worried. Why would they pull up so slowly to me like that, so much so that I couldn't hear a big truck like that coming until it was almost right behind me?
Anyway... I kept walking the route I had wanted to take, appreciating all the big pretty houses we were passing. I thought about taking Matt on that route, but it would just show him how crappy my house is in comparison, so maybe I won't :ehh: By the time I got home, my eyes had begun to burn, my throat was starting to sting (which coughing wasn't helping) and I had the constant feeling like I was going to sneeze. So, yeah... I suppose I am indeed allergic to tree sperm I can't believe such evil stuff ends up making such cute, calm baby trees. I came in and instantly asked my mom for some pill to fix it, and we laughed about how she was right. It didn't really bother me... I'll probably still go walking tomorrow, just maybe carry a cloth with me to hold over my nose and mouth to keep it from bothering me as much. It'll look silly, but alot less silly than one of those strap on masks.
Captive Jazzy, Friday Five, Domain Conflict
At this moment, I am keeping Jazzy held captive in my room. I've closed my door, and stuffed a blanket under my door so she can't slip her paw under it and make it rattle against the door frame. But even though I can prevent her from doing that (it's damned ANNOYING, and she knows it) she can still stand on her back legs and paw at the door (which she does at night while I'm sleeping if she wants in my room). No matter how many times I yell or startle her while she's doing it, she continues to do it... because she never learns. She has no discipline, and it drives me nuts.
I'm trying to give ample time for Calico to finish her food that I gave her just a little while ago, and I'm only keeping Jazzy in here because I'm sick of her always waiting for Calico to turn away for a second and then Jazzy jumping up and finishing whatever Calico didn't eat. Jazzy is on a diet, Calico isn't, and diets don't work if you constantly cheat at them. So, everything she's doing (the pawing at the door, and even crawling under the blanket and knocking her head against the door) is all being driven by her greedy little hunger. I think being in here is a great alternative, because she's getting a workout from trying to get out and also playing with a cat toy I put down
So anyway. That's the current setting
Since I actually remembered this week, here's the Friday Five.
1. Would you consider yourself an organized person? Why or why not?
Pretty much, I guess. There's no logic to it, but last summer I made sure everything in here had a "place" so I could help keep this room clean. But for some reason I always forget where my trash can or the laundry hamper is...
2. Do you keep some type of planner, organizer, calendar, etc. with you, and do you use it regularly?
I've only recently started keeping a little dry erase calender again... and it's way less than a 1/2 assed effort :ehh: I used to live by my calender from 7th - 9th grade... I'd fill it up with horoscope stuff from my teen mags. Dunno why I stopped.
3. Would you say that your desk is organized right now?
Yeah. Some things are out of place cause I used them today, though (like mirror, container for my zip disks, digital camera, etc...)
4. Do you alphabetize CDs, books, and DVDs, or does it not matter?
It doesn't really matter to me. The only thing I'm anal about is that they're all facing the same way so they're easy to skim through and read.
5. What's the hardest thing you've ever had to organize?
Hmph. Would my floor count?
I didn't go for a walk today. Not because I wussed out again, but because it was thundering quite a bit today, and overall just rainy and wet. Now that I think about it, I probably should have gone anyway since it wouldn't be muggy, but oh well. Maybe tomorrow :ehh:
I also used R-Studio to recover more files off of my old web page zip disk. I was able to find the missing unpretty.net v2 layout that I didn't get from my first recovery. It wasn't at all as neat as I remembered it to be, but oh well. I'll have to get to posting that soon, I guess, whenever I get my lazy ass in gear.
Oh... yeah I also finished and uploaded the new layout for hooplah.org. It's not at all original, or even really stylish for that matter... I had been wanting to do something like that for a while though, and just decided I would. What the fuck. Actually... ever since I uploaded it, I've felt pretty stupid about it all. I'm pretty sure my hopes to it being a portal won't end up happening ;( I'm realizing more and more that there are alot of people out there who own MANY domains, and some even have a domain with the sole purpose of hosting other sites. WTF? If there's so many places to be hosted, why would anyone want to be hosted at mine? It sort of takes away the power of being hosted that it used to have back in my day.... ugh, I feel old all of a sudden.
I'm really tempted to go ahead and close it, put it out of it's misery. While I was reading over my old domain sites, I remembered just how much I loved having unpretty.net... and now I feel ashamed and just blah about hooplah.org. I just don't know I guess I could give it longer, it hasn't even been a week...
I'm already sick of this layout and am making a new one on the sly. I would use the one I have made already, but I'm sick of that one, too. I'll have to wait until I don't hate it anymore before I can
All day long, I should have been making a card for my mother for mother's day tomorrow, but instead I spent it messing in PSP and laying around. I didn't even know it was mothers day until my father came up to my door and talked to me through it (he never opened it after I say "yeah?"... he just stands there raising his voice so he can hear me...) and told me he bought a cake and asked if I was gonna make a card. I said, sure I would, and he proceeded to tell me how to put the cake and the card out (the whole time I was thinking "fucking duh, ok, shut up now, right, uh-huh"). Then... two hours later he asked me if I had finished the card yet. He's always so impatient and annoying. But, yeah... I have about 2 hours to make a card for her (I could just send her an e-card, but that's so impersonal, but I'll have to if I can't think of anything), and then trudge out to the garage and get the cake from the fridge out there and put it at her table, and then wait for her to wake up. I really should be working on that rather than writing this, really. Guess I'll stop and do that.