Laundry @ MindSay

-Study for Math exam
-Study for Food and Culture Exam
-Do Drawing 1 Homework
-Buy Paper for 2-D Design
-Bleach and dye my hair
-Cook dinner
-Make treats of some kind
     (I'm thinking mixed berry cheesecake, oatmeal raisin cookies, or pumpkin muffins....hmmm.)
-Drinking
-More laundry
-More laundry
-More laundry


I've already conquered class this morning, the dishes, the kitchen, my bedroom, the pantry, and PMS.
I hate hormones. I get mad about stupid shit and I know its just PMS and that doesnt help AT ALLLLLL. It doesnt help that I know what the problem is, because I can't fix it. Thus, I am going to make delicious treats and drink my woe away. awesome.


I'm really sick of that Terry guy on Jeopardy right now. I hate his face.





FUCK BABIES END

I am:

a) dying my hair again.

b) watching "He's Just Not That Into You" because "Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix" won't play for some pathetic reason.

c) doing laundry.

d) beginning my hunt for a job and a studio in the greater Sacramento area. I'm so tired of living here. I'm so sick of the only things to eat in the house being frozen, leftover crap, or canned food. I'm sick to death of working my piece of crap job for zero respect and minimum compensation. And I'm sure as hell sick of there being nothing to do but get into partying, heavy drugs, or church.

e) All of the above.

Alright, here is my story.
I had decided that we needed to do laundry. It had gotten pretty bad(We don't have a dryer, so we have been hanging clothes outside, but it has been raining). So, we had to resort to going to the laundromat, Laundry 101. We usually go to bed at 10, but it had been a long day, and we had a long day ahead of us. Finally done, and folded, we got home at about 11/11:30. Turning around from grabbing the laundry bag in the trunk of the car at the rear of the house, I looked up to see the bathroom light on, and then a large black blob attach itself to the window. I assumed it was our cat and pointed up for Steve to look. Then a blue, what I thought was a sleeve of the bathrobe, arm swept the blob off of the window. Laughing at our cat attached to the window on the second floor, we walked up the back steps to the door of the kitchen to find our male roommate, often referred to as Viking, with a blue pool noodle swashing around at the floor and cupboards. We walked in laughing a little harder now asking, "um, ... whatcha doin'?". He looked at us, smiled, then frowned and said, "There's a cat in here". Well, yes, as a matter of fact, there are two cats that reside with us, Theirs, Terry, and ours, Delilah. "I know ... NO! It's puma! Puma is inside!" Puma is a large black stray that hangs around and apparently gets into the basement through a broken window. Well, someone apparently left the basement door open, and Puma got upstairs. P.J. had taken refuge in their room with both of our cats. Which left the 350 lb. Viking chasing after this cat, who he swears is as big as his 2 year old, with a pool noodle like an old lady after a mouse with a broomstick. We thought he had chased him outside, so, everyone settled down and the cats came down, still a little puffed up and wide eyed from all the commotion. He hadn't gone outside. He was in the kitchen, hiding behind the coffee pot. Puma was not nearly as big as Viking swore he was. After carefully taking all the glass, breakables, and spillables away from where the cat was hiding, so that when he went after him, no harm would befall the kitchen, the chase was on! P.J. and I had stair duty so that it would stay on the first level and hopefully exit out the open door. While getting the cat out of the kitchen, Viking knocked over a huge soup pot that was on the stove with water soaking in it onto the floor, making a small flood. Shortly after, the cat did finally leave. We finally laid down at 12:30. This was the most entertaining night we have had. At least the most eventful. :D Then again, it may be because we were so tired. ;)

So, I got a response from the bank. They said "the only way we can do this is if the mortgage company send a letter stating that it was their error". My future in-laws apparently had a foreclosure started in their history. They are our co-signers for the house, else we don't have enough credit history to buy a house. So I guess when all this happened, the bank had changed owners or whatever, you know, like a buyout. The checks got lost, never cashed, just disappeared. Well, it's a bank, you really think it's going to be easy trying to get them to write a letter stating that it was their fault something bad happened? I don't think so. And they want copies of the voided checks. My in-laws do not keep any paperwork. Even if they did, there is no place to sort it or file it, important papers would be scattered throughout the house in the most random places you could think of. So, again, we are supposed to close on the 30. We now have to wait for the in-laws to get things straightened around with their bank to send it to our bank to straighten around. Then after they look it over will they decide if we get the loan or not. Then we will call the appraiser and set up an appointment, and then we will close. Is it even fathomable to think all this is possible within two weeks? I have a bad feeling Stephen and I are going to end up not talking for a while to his parents. This saddens me, but at the same time, I'm pretty ticked off with them at the moment too.

My schedule for today: Laundry (we don't have a dryer, so I have to hang it on the chain-link fence outside, hence doing it first), Go to the Library! I have been wanting to go and just look at different books of interest for over a month now, and just never had the time. Do some homework there also. If I have time, which I really hope I do, because I've been wanting to do this for even longer than I've wanted to spend a day at the library: Go to Empire to get some henna done. I want to get the om symbol, and I would really like some version of Ganesha too. They represent wholeness and wisdom. I could use both right about now. I also want something pretty though. So, we'll see what they come up with. Maybe if I can figure it out, I'll post a pic or two on here.

I have a busy day ahead of me, I had best get going!

Sunrise is now an hour later than when I first started getting up for sunrise. My classes are NOT an hour later, so for most of the week, I'm still getting up that early to do some reading before getting ready (I use the shower and microwave in the mornings, and since most of my housemates are not up that early, I try to wait until 7:30 on the one and 8:00 on the other). But, today, I waited until a little after seven to get up.

And! And! Apparently I just need to do more to exhaust myself during the day! I slept 'til 6:40 this morning (mind, I went to bed somewhere in the ballpark of midnight - the weekends are supposed to be the time when I catch up on lost sleep)! For the last week, I've been waking up around 4:15 in the morning, which is rather frustrating, because it takes awhile to get back to sleep.

Among my Things To Do this morning was laundry. Our house is set up so that there are three doors that open onto the porch. The guys' floor is upstairs, ours is downstairs, and we share a laundry room. It's been fabulously nice out, so when I hauled my hamper next door, I left our door open.

My supercute RA emerged from her room for a shower a little while later, and was startled to see the door open. I was startled to see a towelclad PocketHulk appear on the front porch while I was loading clothing into the washer.
PH: "Oh, good, you're doing laundry."
PF: "Um, yeah." (Thinking, "good?") "How are you?"
PH: "I'm good. I was going to the bathroom, and I saw the door wide open, and I was freakin' out, but it's just you doing laundry."
PF: *pause* "You're worried about the door being open, but you don't care about standing on the porch in a towel."
PH: "Eh." She shrugs, looks around at the other six houses that we can see. "There's just the one little kid*. It's a Saturday, nobody's up yet."

This is at 10:30 in the morning. :)

_{*The house next to ours is one of the ones designated for non-trads. The students living there have dogs and at least one toddler.}