Think my lungs are going to melt. The oven cleaner has near killed me. I took deep breaths, sprayed, went 10 steps back, breathed, walked forward and sprayed again. Not good enough apparently. Also, while spraying I looked down and saw blood all over my arm and freaked out(was literally thinking OMG! Oven cleaner is eating my skin off!), took a breath and inhaled that shit like whoa. Am weary of wiping it off now, damnit.

Arm, my best guess? Was cut by my window cleaning. Odd thing is I cleaned it like 5-10 minutes before. How did I not notice the blood?

Am looking over cleaning list. Want to shoot myself. Seriously, it feels like I've been doing this for forever, and the list is still a mile long. *sigh*

Waiting for Vicky to help me move stuff to the middle of the room so I can wash walls. Do not wanna. Have decided that oven (which I finished) will just have to do, as Tommie's room will. I don't care if we get charged. He can take it out of his. Am insanely pissed that he will think he did a good amount of things even though he only did the cupboards, toilet, his room, refrigerator. Thing is? I had to redo all of those things except his room which I refuse to do. He says he cleaned the fridge but neglected to do the freezer, and left crumbs everywhere inside the regular part. I had to have said to him at least 5 times to do at least the bathroom window. What did he do? Half assed wipe off walls and bleach bottom of tub(which I just did 2 weeks ago--he knew this). whatever he did, he tried very hard to do very little. Left me to do it all, and I will not ask Vicky to help unless I really need it. Only thing I am asking her to help with is moving stuff. That couch is a monster.

FRIDAY!!!! Am so excited. Well, really tomorrow, We have to stay in a motel (a full timer offered me her parents house to stay in.... was weird. I think her parents would be there too. Hrm. Explained that it wasn't just me, it was my 2 friends too. She didn't extend the invitation, so we left it at that. If I was there with V and D, maybe I would consider staying in a strangers house, but alone? That would be too weird).

Picture post will be later, when I am too exhausted to clean anymore.

To Do:
Walls in:
    Living Room
    Bathroom
    My room
Vacuum in:
      Living Room
      Bathroom
      My room
Tub
Sink
toilet
closet in:
    Living Room
    My Room 
    Hallway
Shower door
Bookcase
vanity
blinds in my room
Window in:
    My room
    Bathroom
Light Fixtures:
    My room
    Bathroom

*LARGE sigh*

Arg, head hurts. Took some IBProfen, should be better soon. Tommie's stuff is EVERYWHERE. He moves in 3 days. No, I do not have a countdown.... (So... that was a blatant lie). My stuff is in boxes in my room, waiting for him to get his stuff out so I can move it into the living room.

So, random thoughts. Will put in order:

1. Can't wait for him to leave to go somewhere so I can move my stuff out of the fridge and then he won't have ANY reason NOT to clean it.

2. Can't wait to sleep in my own bed tonight.

3. Arm is turning an ugly shade of brown.

4. Vicky, park in space B when you stay here.

5. I want to see TDK again SO BAD. Is it sad I am wanting to go again for Aaron Eckhart? He stole my heart. Sneaky bastard.

6. Tommie isn't going to clean shit. I can *feel* it.

7. What is wrong with people today? About 12 people came through my line who had lost their tickets. That's a $15 charge. They were not happy.

8. My replacement came at 3 and I sat in the extra chair, his book bag behind my legs. He goes, "Hey, can you hand me my bag? I don't want to have to reach between your legs and have sexual harassment filed against me." hehe

9. Echo? Told my boss and Will about your mugger and how you bitch slapped him. They thought it was brilliant.

10. It's sad that my head is so jumbled that I have to put my thoughts in like this. Stupid headache/hangover. Doesn't help that Tommie is banging shit.

I saw Wanted, was alright. My favorite part (and I saw it for this reason, lamely enough) was when they played NIN. Oh, it was good. I actually liked Angelina Jolie in this movie, which is rare.

Went over to V's, took a couple things, helped her throw stuff away and pack stuff to take to Stuff or Goodwill. Was a lot, dusty, and tiring. So I come home to Tommie packing and was reminded to talk to him about cleaning.

Said, "hey, we should pick a date to clean up the apartment (meaning leave floor and obvious stuff for when I leave the 31st)"
He said: "Ummmm..... *puzzled* okay..."

Meaning, He wasn't planning on cleaning. Which is what I had suspected when he showed up to work the other day and handed me the cleaning list. I don't know WHY THE FUCK he expects me to clean it all. FUCK that. I will clean half and leave the rest and have Gary bill Tommie. (which, sadly, will be the security deposit, and he won't give me my cut back). He is seriously fucked if he thinks he gets out of cleaning. If he cleaned the entire year like I did, then I would understand, But he didn't. That means he stays and helps. I cleaned everything with bleach the other day, but not well enough to be good until we leave.


Seriously, all I can think is *bewilderedly* Really? Seriously? He expects me to do it all?

If he paid me, I would(Since I practically made it a hell of a lot easier last week). But I doubt that he would.

Still in shock.

(although I love my mood theme. It always makes me feel a heck of a lot better)

Yay! 2 posts in 1 day!!!!

::clears throat::

So! I cleared out my stuff in the kitchen, sans the mini fridge, the recycling and the mop and broom. My stuff is done. What's funny about this? Tommie spent HOURS last night doing it, and he didn't get even halfway done. Me? An hour an a half and am practically done. Seriously. That includes the huge bookshelf and side tables and lamps. ::nods:: he is SLOW. It probably doesn't help that he did one thing, sat down, did another sat down... and so on and so forth. Me? Once I get on task, I finish it. ::shrugs:: Maybe that's a fault.

Problem is, EVERYTHING is in my bedroom. I have NO room. Half tempted to call V and ask if I can come over a night early, but she has a paper to write, so I won't. I will survive.

Funny note: I found a drawer I have never seen before in my kitchen. Hrm. Right next to the sink, in plain view. Contained potatoes and onions... apparently Tommie didn't fail in seeing this.  And thought of a cool place to hid money just in case I was into that. You know, it's a little more clever than a mattress.

I have nothing to do tonight. I thought I would spend the night clearing the kitchen. I bet I am going to be sucked into helping tommie... and LOST IS ON!!!!! But, I can't watch it, because me and V are going to wait until tomorrow. Dang. You're killing me, smalls!!!!!

So,  the other day I cleaned the kitchen and the bathroom, sans the floors and the trash because I was leaving them for Tommie.

So, he hasn't done those yet. And the kitchen? Completely demolished again. While I appreciate that Tommie wants to learn how to cook Indian food, and that he is giving me samples as he goes along, it took me two hours to clean ALL the dishes (because we were busy, and they had added up), clean the counters, clean the sink toilet and shower. I am a little miffed that I walk into the kitchen and there are spills everywhere, dishes everywhere, and it smells a little. Oh, and he hasn't cleaned the floors or done the trash yet. ::sighs::

So I am watching PotC3, and I can't seem to get into it. I keep wondering what the hell is going on, and I get bored as they get into another fight, or Jack talks to one of his many selves. I just... maybe its been too long since I saw the other ones, but I don't understand what they are going on about. 
But I do love Bill Nighy and Geoffrey Rush. ... you may be wondering why am not saying Johnny Depp. Frankly, I think he sold out a little bit in these movies. But, as I saw the ending, I guess I like him a little better.

I have to work tonight at 8. ugh. Hopefully ::fingers crossed:: I get internet again. I will bring my laptop. ::nods::

I bought school books yesterday and it racked up $278. YIKES. And that wasn't all I had to buy. UGH. This year will be something, alright. 

Think I might write a little more of that stalker thing tonight. I have an idea....

Last thought (I promise, as my thoughts always seem to be really REALLY random, and for that I am sorry): My apartment complex is really creepy. There are loads of things creepy about it. I was walking home from work 2 nights ago and I noticed that there is the mail room, the 'rape me' (so dubbed by Vicky) hallway of doom(that I have to walk through to get to my car), the 2 laundry rooms that are unlocked at all times(and in basements with cages), and creepy stairwells. Yes, a scary movie could be filmed here. Not to mention we livew by frats. Which, since VM, I am a little weary of. Also, we are in a wooded area. Also scary. Maybe one night, if I feel adventurous I will film a bit of it and show you.   
So, it should go without saying that I am ready to move out and live with Vicky. At least she carries the same beliefs I do. You know, rock salt isn't a unreasonable precaution, shot to the head for zombies, and demons and ghosts and all that rot may actually exist. We do not rule it out as a possibility. 

I actually asked her that once. "Vicky, if I ever called you up and said that demons were real and I needed your help, would you believe me? Would you help me?" 
She said "Of course". And that is why she is my person. ::grins at Vicky::.

and I've just found that zombies was already a tag in my lj. ::chuckles::

Seriously. So aggravated right now. I'm at my parents, and I've just: Done all the laundry(not just mine, all-including the bed linens), dusted practically every room, reorganized some book shelves, cleaned my car and my mom's car, did the dishes, and tried to play board games with my brother(Caleb- of 10 years) who threw temper tantrums when he didn't get any children in the game LIFE or when he had to move his blockade in PARCHEESI. Seriously. He was like, "I'll just skip my turn". I was like, "ummmm NO. You have to move. You can't just skip your turn becuase you don't want to lose your blockade..." I digress. 

So through all this I listened to my mom (who is going through chemo for her breast cancer) tell me that my brothers are dicks and won't help around the house. Basically, this is what happens everytime I come home:
1. I come home and see all the work that needs to be done.
2. I start, little by little, getting all this done.
3. My mom starts bitching and saying how tired she is and how nice  it is that I'm home (my dad says this, too).
4. I start bitching at my brothers, informing them that our mother has CANCER and that they should fecking help out. This week I switched it up a bit and told Sam(of 17 years) that I'm sick and tired of coming home and doing EVERYTHING.
5. I leave and feel guilty that I can't come home more often. I told my mom that she should just have her chemo up in IC because then I could take care of her for a couple days AND she could get better treatment at the renound(spelling? I don't care enough to check) hospitals we have up there. She decided not to.

Now I'm pissed that my brother Sam is never fecking home for me to see him. He is ALWAYS out with his friends, at his job (starbucks- because he LOVES coffee. Lame.), or doing homework or one of the 50 million extra-curricular activities that he's scheduled for himself so he doesn't have to help out at home. Dick, right? 

Anyway, I think I'm going to bring the laptop to work tomorrow so I can work on Anthony Goldstein's 2nd writing sample and fix his profile info. I was going to do that here but.... didn't have time(re: 1-5above). 
Now my shoulders are all tense and uncomfortable. Fuck that. I'm having a beer.