Ripping Actually Takes Longer Than Burning

So I got back from work a couple hours ago and stood around deciding whether I should take a shower now or tomorrow morning. I got on the internet while I was debating and here I am, roughly 2 1/2 hours later, still sitting in front of the computer, beginning to look a little greasy and definitely smelling like a giant moth ball. Lovely mind picture, isn't it?

Today she had me clean off the kitchen cupboards (Murphy's Oil Soap- hurray!) which took over two hours. She has alot of cupboards. But it was a nice break from the usual monotony of vacuuming for five hours straight. It was a nice break for about the first hour, anyway. Then it got really boring. At least Murphy's Oil Soap smells better than that awful central-cleaning-system hose does.

Another good thing about cupboards over vacuum was that we listened to music for most of the afternoon. Barry Manilow, Elvis, and some awful country chick at the end. Even the Elvis got a little slow after awhile. Still, it was better than nothing, and it gave me something to think about. (I usually really run out of things to think about around 2.) Mostly just "Wow, she's stupid." and "What is it with people and romance?" but still. It's better than, "I think I might commit suicide just so I can get out of this house. I wonder if you could make a noose out of this hose.... Should I strangle me or her? ::gags on mothball smell::" So yeah.

Well, I did admit it. With this hair, I am now, just, cute. ::hurls:: Definitely wasn't my intention. Oh well. I do have shorter hair than some of the guys at school now. That is fun. It makes me want to date them just to hear people say, "You know something's not right when his hair's longer than his girlfriend's." Oh, the conservative folk. ::grin::

Note to Chris (who does have stuff to say, if not very frequently): Look who's burning you CDs right now! *pokepoke* See, I told you I'd do it eventually. :D I have discovered what a terribly speedy process it really is. That means you should burn mine, too. This also means that you should check the comments on my Michael Jackson post. (Disregard Susen's because she can't disagree with you, it would cause purple slime to come out of her right ear unceasingly for the next three years. Either that or she's just MADLY IN LOVE WITH YOU! So her's doesn't count. =P)

Okay, what else to blog.....
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I swear, I always think of stuff to post, but then when I get here everything leaves my brain, and you end up reading (or not reading, you choose) boring rambles about me cleaning someone else's kitchen with Murphy's Oil Soap. Hello Angela, not interesting! Boring. While I'm on the subject, check out me and Bethany's philosophy on boring:

hangonrookie: why is boring so boring?
Closer To Regret: Because it's boring.

Great. My life is............... //

I'll come back if I think of something. That is, if my brain ever starts working again.