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.