Doesn't make a lot of sense, does it?

I just arrived home to find that what I thought might be termite holes really is! My whole door jamb was CRAWLING with the little winged bastards. Luckily, I am not especially creeped out by bugs and I promptly did what any sane person would do: I grabbed my can of Raid and SPRAYED THE FRAK out of them. As a bonus, it smells pleasantly lemony in here now, until the nerve toxins due me in.

Rock and roll, mass insect homocide. I guess I shall be ringing the landlord tonight.

I'm still hurting like a bastard today. I'm hoping tomorrow things will start feeling a little better. My bruises started to colour up just a little today. I have a couple stair prints on my mid-back, a banister bruise on my right ribside, what looks like a stair corner bruise on my left ribside, and a couple touchy point on the front of my ribcage. That's not counting the bits of rugburn and bruises on my knees and shins. I can't stop thinking how lucky I am that I fell forward and not sideways. If I hadn't fallen the way I did, I would have fallen directly on top of the telly. So as much as falling down the stairs sucked, it would have been way, way worse.

At least the headache is lessening, finally. Same with the goose egg on the back of my head.

I've pretty much been sleeping on and off since Saturday. I probably shouldn't be with the concussion and all, but eh, I guess I need the sleep. I went to bed at 11 yesterday, got up at 11 today and took a couple hour nap in the afternoon. I'm pretty tired now, but I totally wanted to catch up on LA Ink.

This is my week of extended telly awesome: Dancing with the Stars started yesterday, new SVU tonight, Bionic Woman tomorrow... I need to stop getting so sucked into watching things. I can't believe I let myself go sucked into LA Ink. It totally competes with SVU, though. At least I can watch the episodes online.

I totally need a haircut this week-end. It was never as short as I wanted it in the back and it's just kind of mangy right now. Mum was sort of making the face when I mentioned it to her Monday. She was hoping this was "a phase" because she liked the the length I had it when I got married. Can't please everyone, it seems. My long hair was way too much of a pain in the ass.

What do you think, FList? Did I took better with long hair?

( Photos for comparison )

[Poll #1061330]

I'm going shopping with my mum Thursday for housewares things. Apparently, my clumsiness has inspired her to buy me Rubbermaid bins and helps me organize.

AKA Back to work week. End of my summer vacation... And I spent it not feeling good. Yay. I actually still don't feel great, so I'm guessing I had a little stomach bug. Good times. Oh well, I don't have really high expectations for this week not sucking anyway. 6am is going to blow hardcore.

Since I've been feeling craptastic, there's a whole bunch of shit which did not get done this week-end, including sealing the windows (need more caulk), regrouting the tub (need grout), cleaning the bathroom (I did just scrub the tub, so that's a partial), cleaning the kitchen, sorting out my school clothes, and hanging pictures among other things. I had hoped to get a lot of this stuff done before school started, but whatever. I guess my new goal is going to be Columbus Day to get all this done.

I'm also kind of failing at replying to comments that aren't on my own entries. I'm reading, I'm trying to comment, but it's going to be a busy, lousy couple weeks till I readjust to school time. I must quit apologizing to my journal all the time. Sigh.

I'll eventually get a chance to review the Lush things I bought too.

Dear Thermostat:

We really need to stop meeting like this. You run too hot and cold for me. Lately, it's cold and you know I just can't resist you when you're giving me the cold shoulder. That means there's something fundamentally wrong with our relationship. I can't keep you turned on and most days I have to jump through hoops just to get a little spark out of you. It's not fair to either of us and it's not fair that I need to wear hobo gloves in the house to keep my fingers from going icy.

We've tried everything to fix this, including breaking you down to basics and building back up from there. Maybe it's time for you to seek professional help. I can only do so much and you're not my only concern. The bathtub needs me too. You're not the only appliance in my life.

So I guess this is it. I know you've warmed up to be for the moment, but how do I know it will last? How can I trust you when you've proved time and time again that as soon as I start to depend on you, you'll go cold on me again. Please straighten your act out.

Love,
Samantha 

The town houses we looked at were really nice. They come fully applianced, too, which would mean all Steven and I would need to buy was a washer and dryer. The price is decent. All said and done, we'd be paying about $50 a month more to live there than to rent here. The bedrooms are big, the master bath has a jacuzzi tub, and it would take very little to finish the attic and basement.

We're going to go see the mortgage broker sometime this week to see if we can get approved for a loan. I should know by the end of the week.

The day we all knew would come has. Our beloved paposan chair has broken. We are, understandably, heart-broken.

The chair begans its life with Steven. It was a gift from his parents for his first apartment. It lived with him for 4 years until, one day, it had to move back home with his parents' basement. I had always had a soft spot for the paposan and told Steven that I would adopt it in a heartbeat. After all, I have lots of adopted furniture, including my grandfather's comfy old chair.

When we moved into our apartment in Weymouth, we happily welcomed the paposan back into our home. It quickly became a favourite place to curl up in, whether reading, knitting, or just watching TV. It was with us through the adoption of our next piece of furniture, my grandparents' couch. Maybe the strain of a newer, bigger piece of furniture was too much, because the other night, while curled up in it with a book, the paposan gave up with a loud crack. We didn't realize the severity of the problem until the next night, when Laura sat down (the paposan is her favourite) and announced something was poking her in the ass. On closer inspection, we saw that, after years of use, one of the joints had given way. A sad end for a beloved chair.

Calling hours will be until we can afford to buy a new one. Interrment will take place in our dumpster at a later date.

RIP, Paposan chair.

Scrubbing Bubbles Toilet Wand vs. the Toiletbowl of Doom:

Scrubby Bubbles: 0
Toiletbowl of Doom: 2

I wish I could find the Clorox Bowl Replacement heads. I swear my toilet flushes on pond water. There was stuff growing in there. Yes, I clean it weekly and we have a block o' Clorox bleach toilet blue in the tank. Thank god we don't drink that shit.

I need to shower, touch up my hair, shave my legs, and clean the bathtub, but I so don't want to.

Today has been shit since pretty much the since the morning. I'm going to make a second post about the good points, but I damn well want to vent first.

We slept off the bacon flavoured haze and got up rather early. Steven's parents called three times before 9:30, but that was a fairly minor irritance. We chilled out, watched the special on wine on the History Channel. After that, we watched Pirates of the Caribbean. When that was over, I decided I'd take a shower. Well, that's where things started going downhill. After my shower, I sat down on the side of the tub to shave my legs. I finished one and went to start the other when the foot I had placed against the tile suddenly went right through it. I knocked out 4 tiles and a huge chunk of sodden sheetrock that I could crumble in my hands. I also managed to slice up my foot pretty well. I took an assload of pictures, in case I need to prove anything. I'll post those when my computer is less fucked up.

After that, I came out to find that my computer had fried itself. It had shut down and I could do nothing with it. Finally, I had to reformat C:\ and reinstall everything on my computer. I lost so many damn files, it's disgusting. I sat and cried for like 20 minutes. However, three Atavan later, I'm finally feeling less would up.

So, not sure what's going on, but please email me your name and email address, since mine's decimated.

Post 2 is going to be friends only. Comment if you want to be added.

It's been a whole day since I updated! Go me!

It turned out to be a gorgeous week-end here. It's not snowing, like the evil weathermen said, and it may have reached 50 today. In fact, it's still like 38 now, which is practically a heatwave.

Saturday, we went into the city to have lunch with our friend, Kalen. We actually hired Kalen as a third key when we worked at Lids. She turned out to be a lot of fun to work with and, when she went back to college at BU after the summer, we kept in touch with her, mostly through instant messages and emails. Anyhow, the last time we had caught up was almost two years ago.

We met up at California Pizza Kitchen in the Pru and had a very nice lunch. I am recommending the Carne Asade pizza to anyone who likes fajitas. It was really fantastic. Anyhow, we caught up on her goings on (graduating, possibly moving out west, how we should hook up our respective boyfriends to watch sports together so we don't have to..), filled her in on our goings on (new apartment, eventual pending nuptials, Elliott..), and made tenative plans to have her and Wan, her boyfriend, over to our place and possibly to come see a baseball game with us before they move.

After that, Steven and I took a dull, bumpy, and somewhat chilly trek down Newbury Street to check out Kitty World, which was a huge disappointment. They had only one line of Chococat, tons of HK, no Japanese imports, and nothing San-X. I miss Kitty House so badly. We skipped Teavana because it was a damned zoo and if we had waited around, we would have had to pay $15 to park for the day instead of $8. Bah.

We went to my grandparents' today. They looked a little tired, but were in pretty good spirits. We ate dinner with them, made some plans for Easter, and brought them goodies. It was, all in all, a great way to spend the afternoon.

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We started cleaning our apartment yesterday. Our stupid super decided that they're going to do "yearly inspections" (which no one mentioned to us when we moved in) now instead of in June. Great. They also told us that they'd show up "sometime between 9am and 4pm" on the 29th. Um, no? I'm home all day and it's a pretty undisputed fact that I can't hear the door or the buzzer if I'm conked out from the painkillers in the bedroom. I am not cool with them just showing up and traisping through the apartment if I'm sleeping. In fact, I don't really want them in here without supervision. Sorry, I'm not that trusting. I also prefer that Steven and I both be here when they're over. We called and bitched a lot (I'm pretty sure it's in our lease that we have the right to insist on being present for inspections) and they are coming a day early, after 3pm, though I am going to make sure that Steven calls and reminds them again.

That's all right, though, because when they get here, we have a list of all the problems we have here, including the water damage from December that no one even came to look at, let alone fix. Our stove needs to be leveled out, we need a new bathroom light fixture (it's causing brand new bulbs to arc), we need a new fan (waiting on that since we moved in), and our bath tub needs to be fixed so it will actually drain (this is from when we moved in, too. We've tried Drain-O and it doesn't work.) There were a few other things, as well.

Plus, our upstairs neighbour is still being a giant ass. Tonight, he was bouncing a fucking basketball on the floor. I really wish he and the boyfriend (or whoever the fuck's up there) would just die.

We've got to do laundry tomorrow and I need to get to the doctor at ...some point... before Friday, since the beginning of next week will be a zoo. Steven's working Tuesday night and I'm going out with lauraxmarie to do something as yet undecided. We've got Elliott Saturday, so I think I'm hooking him up with some paper and having him make Easter cards.

Oh, and I think Steven's dad will be leaving the hospital tomorrow after a week's stay. I guess they're worried since he's developed some quasi-diabetic ulcerations on his legs along with the edaema. He spent the week-end because they were trying to tweak his meds. Steven's mother is still doing the fake nice shit where she pretends to remember I have a name that isn't she, her, or that girl you live with. I give it less than two weeks till she's back to her normal routine. In fact, she was back to calling a million times about the same thing today, so it may be less than two weeks.

I'm really tired now. I was watching Globe Trekker with Justine Shapiro (who is my favourite) and then I got into watching A Midsummer's Night Dream on IFC. I wish we got it in the bedroom, because I'd rather be in there watching it. If we had lots of money, I'd love to get a second digital box for the bedroom or when that TV goes, we'll get a digital ready TV or something.

Wow, this was really long. I'm going to bed now.