airing my dirty laundry

so, most of my posts thus far have outlined the various things i hate with, according to my standards, very solid reasons for hating them.  i am now adding cleaning to that list.  i have a horrible tendency to allow the state of my room and the height of mount laundry to reach such a pitch that i suddenly can’t stand it anymore and feel compelled to fix it immediately.  after seperating mount laundry into colors and whites in two hills of laundry (not tall enough to qualify as mountains), i am taking a break to compose this post while the whites spin at warp speed in sudsy water to soon emerge clean and wet and ready for the second leg in their journey: the dryer.  i am sitting on my partially stripped bed realizing that by starting the cleaning process so late at night has essentially sentenced me to a long night of loading loads into washer, switching to dryer, folding half-heartedly, and trying to stuff various articles of clothing into their assigned drawers in a dresser that is way too small which will, as usual, result in most of the clean clothes ending up in piles around my room where they will accumulate wrinkles and eventually be deemed “dirty,” thrown back onto mount laundry before they’ve even been worn.  i am so predictable.  it’s kind of annoying.

mount laundry and natural surroundings

you would think that if i can recognize such faults in myself that i would be able to somehow change, to rectify.  but, alas, this is not the case.  i am very good at criticizing (and that applies to all the people in my life), but i fall short of actually fixing the problem(s).  oh, well.

so, what’s new?  i need to make a “to do” list of all the crap that i need to take care of before the mental list i’ve got going gets so long that it overwhelms my psyche and i just give it all the middle finger and forget it.  i really can’t allow that to happen… again.  so here’s another list for those of you who choose to spend your precious free time reading about me, my life, and basically just my whiny-ass self.

voila.

very important and vital tasks to perform as soon as humanly possible:

1. make a list of very important and vital tasks to perform as soon as humanly possible– check!
2. wash clothes– make piles of “to keep” clothes and “to give away” clothes
3. go to sjsu financial aid office and get someone to explain what the fafsa form i received means, find out how much $$ i get and how much i’m responsible for
4. make appt with prof. bob before spring break to discuss my progress (ugh)
5. get new audiobooks from all ears
6. go to work to complete on-line training
7. list little tv/vcr on craigslist (various vhs movies included!)
8. dust, vacuum bedroom
9. dust dust dust!
10. return that dvd to blockbuster before they charge me to just keep it (zack and miri make a porno– good, not great)
11. schedule appt with stanford blood center for platelet donation (i have cmv negative blood– most people are positive so being negative makes my blood particularly valuable since hospitals can’t give cmv positive blood products to preemee babies, hiv/aids patients, cancer patients, and any other people with immunity issues.)
12. make regular posts to blog… even though i still haven’t told a soul at work or any of my friends (except shelbs and o. from class) about it
13. start taking more pics now that i have nice new laptop and a good digital camera (merci boyfriend!)
14. take charlie for regular walks
15. schedule appt w/ vet for charlie check-up
16. call my chris for hair appt– cut and color (pink?)
17. recycle all the bottles accumulating in back seat of car
18. take car to classic for good scrub down and vacuum
19. pay visa and macy*s bill
20. stop making lists of shit to do that i won’t actually do and torture myself for not doing

well, that was fun.  probably pointless, but fun nonetheless.  today i did manage to at least start the cleaning process and i returned a window shade i bought for the boyfriend’s bedroom in his mom’s new condo that turned out to be too small (of course) since i didn’t bother to measure the damn thing first.  well, she ended up buying him a nicer one anyway, so it worked out.

see ya next time… don’t expect any of the aforementioned crap to be done.  i was just airing my dirty laundry, so to speak.

i’m alone on the web

ok, i just spent a couple of hours pressing “next” up in the right hand corner of my screen looking for other blogs to read. uh, apparently i’ m like the only sane person out there. every blog was a either some jesus-loving, right-wing bible thumper or knitting-obsessed mommy blogging about runny noses or the entire blog was in malaysian. really, malaysian. don’t ask me why. and the button kept taking me to the same blogs over and over, like a blog about satellites or something. then there was the really creepy guy who took innocent “family circus” cartoons and drew over them to make them perverted or dirty or just plain scary. i did find a few normal sounding people, one was a sweet blog written by the daughter of a deceased cancer victim who wrote little memories she had of her mother every day to keep her memory alive. that seemed nice, but then i found some guy whose mother sounded like a crazy, red-neck hick and yet he didn’t seem to notice because he continued to post the strange things she said and did (like that her boyfriend is also her ex-husband and that he sold all his prescriptions to pay her rent, so they’re together this week). don’t people realize that those of us who are normal will sit at our computers scratching our heads over how the hell you write about that shit like it’s no big deal? i mean honestly. ugh, and there was some crazy bitch who seemed cool at first, until i kept reading and she started criticizing pres. obama and then wished sarah palin “happy birthday.” gross. sarah palin makes me want to gag. how could you listen to obama speak and then listen to palin and like her better? you’d have to be rush limbaugh, bill o’reilly, the evil ann coulter or this crazy bitch. i feel so… alone. i kept waiting for the button to take me to mom’s blog, but it never did.

ugh, i have to pee again! and charlie is being bad and not going to sleep so i banished him to the den for the night, but i’m starting to get cold and lonely and would like his little warm body next to mine, so i’ll probably go get him in a minute.

i should be writing a report for class tomorrow, but i’m feeling super lazy about school at the moment. i can only put it off until tomorrow afternoon. oh, and i got my fed refund so i paid off both my credit cards completely. feels weird not to owe money, except on my car. and a little bit to macy’s. otherwise, i’m doing pretty well. the debt is about to increase again, though, because i’m getting a new laptop **yea!!** that will work faster and connect to the internet at school. i need a new laptop desperately, but mainly to use for school. journalism majors are also expected to be really good with computers and design and all that, so i need a computer that’s up to snuff. and as attached to this little dell as i am, i’m afraid it’s got to go. like with an old car, i need to trade up.

here’s to trading up, spending hundreds of dollars, and that wonderful high you only get when you’re buying something! hurray!

i should be running

i guess i should be out in the friggin cold sweating to my ipod, but that is becoming less and less of an option with each passing moment.  yep, just not in the cards today.  oh well.

i did spend the early morning hours (awoken early by that snoring, snorting, wrinkle-faced animal with whom i share my bed) trying to learn to use all the little functions on my new blog… that made me think of a new laptop… then that made me want to go online and customize my very own… then that made me desperate to have it.  like the mouse given a cookie, i couldn’t just stop there– i wanted more.  i wanted that pink dell laptop with a bunch of fancy computer stuff inside its pretty pink shell so badly that i almost almost applied for one of dell’s credit cards that allows you to buy a computer and then make payments.  but that nasty credit demon inside my head had to spoil my excitement by reminding me that i probably couldn’t get accepted for a credit card anymore than i could be qualified to fly an effing plane.  (i do think, though, that i could crash one into the hudson, but if i did it no one would have survived, that’s the god’s honest truth.  was that guy incredible or what?  i mean it renewed my fear of flying, but still what a stud.)

i’m rambling to avoid running.  soon i will eat a bowl of cereal and pet my pug to avoid running.  then it will be too late and i will have to get in the shower to get ready for my noon  class at SJSU.  tonight at 6pm i get to go to my favorite class: mcom 72, mass communications and society.  the class only meets tuesday nights so my arse is either numb or spasming by the end of the almost three hour lecture, but it’s worth it.  this class is great for someone like me.  i get credit for being how i already am: talkative and opinionated.  my teacher just loves that, but since it’s not exactly one-on-one time, i have to let other kids participate, too, even though they rarely have anything of substance to say.  those are the kids the professor has to point at and call on– it’s like pulling teeth.  i don’t like speaking in front of large crowds because even if i know i’m not nervous my face will inevitably start to get hot and red and my voice will quiver.  it’s not like that in mcom, though, because i just talk from my seat and it just doesn’t provoke that fear response inside me.

i just realized mount laundry has claimed more victims and i’m not sure i even have one clean thing to wear to class today.  frick.  too bad ash doesn’t live here anymore, she was always good for a sweater.