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::