Hell's Kitchen,bathroom, ect...
Have you ever wondered if you were doomed to go to hell? I need not wonder, not only do I know I am going there, cause I now live there, I know that I have my own private room...Two actually.
I decided to write this one of the computers in the Walter library because I feel that using the Devil's personal computer is just inviting bad things to happen.
We officially moved all of my things into the house on Sunday, and I spent most of yesterday trying to get some things organized, but I was mostly just cleaning a bit. As I have said before my Dad is not the cleanest person in the world, and apparently neither is my sister.
Not only did she not clean her old bedroom, but she also conveniently forgot to clean the bathroom. From the looks of bathroom I would almost bet that she forgot for four consecutive months. The tub was so disgusting I had to sit and scrub it down about five times in order to make a dent in the gross scummy stain that was left by my sister.
The kitchen was actually pretty clean looking, for my Dad anyway. The only major problem I have with the kitchen is the state that the fridge is in...For god's sake clean it once in awhile.
The laundry room is no laughing matter, clothes and other items are scattered around as though a tornado came through and strategically placed every item in disarray. My Mom's friend Karen was moving a Tupperware that was filled with some mysterious material into the laundry room, only to be attacked by its contents. Was this mysterious liquid paint or some toxic biological weapon?? No need to contact President Bush about those WMD's...it was just paint.
When I get home from school today Karen is coming over to help me hang some decorations and hopefully that will give me a better sense of organization.
Say a prayer or something for me, in the hopes that I may someday escape from hell and live in some form of paradise or heaven.
School started today, my first class went great. It was American Sign Language 1702. I knew like four people in the class, some from the pervious semester and one from a class I had last year. This class maybe a bit more difficult than I bargained for because I have to learn a new teacher's style of sign. There are some signs that my old teacher used that work, but the new teacher prefers other signs.
Another weird thing, Ryan (Dallas’s boyfriend)...his ex is in my sign class. Small world, I hope he is a nice guy because chances are I am going to have to talk, or sign as the case may be, to him in the near future.