June 17 2009

So, I'm beginning to wonder if anyone else is looking forward to 2012 being as disappointing as Y2K was? I mean, logically, unless in the next two years the earth decides to spiral out of its orbit around the sun because we launch a few too many space shuttles made out of materials that we mined from the centre of Earth and threw off it's weight required to float around the sun in its balance of weight and speed, then why would the earth destruct and kill every living thing on it?
The likelihood of it happening is beyond ridiculously low, and seriously:
The Mayans probably wrote all sorts of interesting stories about inexplicable things like creation and recreation of the world. Luckily for us, we have examples of these stories throughout time: look at the bible. It's been around for a few thousand years.
It's also told of the coming of someone important for a long time now, and unless he's lost somewhere, I'm pretty sure it's not gonna happen. But I mean, believing in two different religions at the same time must be a really neat plan. Because technically, that's all this Mayan crap is. Just another religion.
At least the illogical beings are admitting that someone else may have been more intelligent now. Too bad they couldn't just give up and help us work on looking at archaeology or genetic evolution as some of the people are intelligent enough to work out missing details about, oh, I don't know: Darwin's work? Theory of Evolution? Ring a bell?

June 7 2009

Well, I'm living away from school now. :D I am officially in a house in the city that my school resides that is different from the one I had originally planned and written about. In fact, it is fairly different. For one thing, there was an awful horrible death in the room beside the front room... well. I mean, any death is awful and horrible, right?

And so now, I swear I can hear people talking on occasion, but if the windows are open I generally assume it was someone outside. Yesterday I'm fairly sure that I had seen someone who wasn't there walk up the stairs at the front where my vacuum routinely gives out as the engine does... something? I don't know. I still haven't figured out why my vacuum keeps having engine problems in the front hall while vacuuming the front mat and stairs.

Now, in this new house, I have two rooms. I have a room upstairs, which is the tiny room. I also have a room in the basement. It is the awesome room. I painted that one myself. I'm very proud of all the work I've done in this house. When I got here, there had originally been five people--one of which was a girl who claims to be semi-clean.

When I got here, there were piles of bug-ridden dishes on the kitchen surfaces; the back (I call them slave) staircase was covered with a sticky dust that was about an inch thick; the basement had been a grow-op, and I was surprised to see that the other half of the basement was regarded as a dumping ground by the previous tenants.

So, I've cleaned the kitchen, and the stairs and the bathroom; the front room has also been changed to remove dead plants, the rooms that I live in are cleaned and my landlord removed the trash from the basement and I used his shop vac to remove a year's collection of dirt, animal skin and dried pot leaves from the corners. (If you need me/I'll be downstairs/with the shop vac/you can call but I probably won't hear you/'cause it's loud with the shop vac on...)

Anyway, so after moving in and realizing that I'm slightly anal with the cleaning, I've also begun to embrace it. Yeah, so I like the house to be presentable (at least, the house that others will see. My rooms are still a mess with boxes everywhere, but I've cleaned and vacuumed those more than once, too.)

Still, I'm exasperated to learn that cats smell. Like, I don't know if it's just semi-unclean litter boxes or whether it's the cat itself, but let me tell you: my rats smell prettier.

Right. Rats. :D

Anyway I figure I've said enough.