Cleaning & Chaos

Mood: Level Headed
Music: Try Again (Funky Mix) by Aaliyah

Well, it’s 10:42am, and I still haven’t been to bed since yesterday. I’m doing it again, staying awake all night long for no good reason, and sleeping during the day. This happens every time my regular routine is disrupted.

In this case, Sooz, one of my roomies has flip-flopped schedules with me at work, totally throwing my routine out the window in the process. She did this in order for her to attend her sons’ graduation in Mississippi, while I think it’s a good idea for her to attend, I would have appreciated some input into the sudden and radical change in my life in order to accommodate hers.

Well I finally got around to -really- cleaning up in my room; I got rid of all sooz’s stuff that had been sitting in here for over five months. You’d think they’d show some respect and get their crap out of here within a reasonable amount of time but no, of course, it falls on -me- to move the shit out and find places to put it.

Scott’s stuff is still in here, I don’t give a fuck what he says, I went through and re-organized it. I asked him if he’d mind if I moved the loose stuff into boxes and organize it a bit, he agreed to it. So I went through and compacted a lot of it down so it takes up less space. I was floored when I discovered that the television box that I thought was full, was actually -empty- this thing has been a pain in my ass for months, ever since I got my bed and dresser in here, it’s always been in my way. The damn box didn’t have a single thing in it, and could have been thrown out -months- ago.

I went through and moved the majority of his video tapes into that box alone. There was also another box from a smaller television set which was already full of his videos. All in all, I compacted what took up a full third of my room down to an eighth without throwing anything away in the process. Now if I can just get him to move some of this crap out of here.

On a different topic, I got a pleasant surprise today while I was out getting my roommate a pack of cigarettes. James called me, he had originally called to let me know he liked the CD, and that he’d listened to most of it while he was in his car. He also wanted to know if I’d be at the four seasons come this Thursday, now, normally I would be, considering it’s my first day off work for the week, however, with the schedule swapping by sooz, I’m now working Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, instead of Sunday, Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday with the occasional Saturday thrown in just to fuck with my social life. But long story short, I tried to explain that to James while trying to use a brain that just wasn’t working properly for some odd reason, I hope I got it properly communicated that I would do my -damndest- to be there after 11pm.

Knowing my luck I’m going to get some pathetic little ol lady come in at smack up 9pm with 180lbs of laundry she desperately needs to get done that night, and I’m going to be guilted into sitting there till 4am while she does it.

Come nine o’clock Thursday night I think I’m just going to walk out into the middle of the Laundromat and say, “Folks, its 9pm, time to get your last wash, and last dry in for the evening. I want -everyone- out of here by 10 o’clock, so -I- can be out of here by eleven, because I have a date tonight. I don’t -care- if your aunt Thelma’s antique, hand stitched hair net isn’t dry yet, I am -not- missing this date so you can get that last fifteen minutes of drying time in.”

While I was on the phone with James, I was tempted to ask him if he’d play a little game with me. He writes, and quite well, so I was half tempted to ask him to describe his room to me, as if it were a setting in one of his stories. I think I might just hit him up to start playing the game with me, trading off and on, just to test, and fine tune both of our literary skills. I think he might enjoy it, and I know I would.

I also spoke with Grant, and mercilessly dick-teased the hell out of him. I know it’s cruel of me to torment him with the possibility of ever getting anywhere with me when I damn well know it’s never going to happen. But he makes it -so- easy, it’s just one of those situations where you -have- to go there, even though you know it’s cruel and unusual punishment. I honestly think Grant’s going to make a good friend, once he realizes that all I’m ever going to do is tease the hell out of him, endlessly.

11:36am : Just got back from solving a craving problem.. Nicotine and Caffeine, I hit three convince stores, -none- of them had my cigarettes, come on people, what is so complex about keeping Doral menthol lights in a box, in stock? I finally had to go to the international market, one block from where I work to get the cigarettes, go figure, the only place in town that stocks almost nothing but middle eastern supplies would have my cigarettes, anyone else see the irony in this besides me?