Aisalynn Writes

Saw this at Wallgreens today and it made me laugh. I thought it was funny that they didn't have vaccine on there. And the cashier told me some guy actually thought they were selling people the H1N1 virus to people.

So, half hour ago a pest control guy came into our apartment to spray the walls and floors to get rid of the ants. I didn't know he was coming, one of my roommates was gone, and the other one dead asleep, and I didn't hear him knock on the door. But because it's an apartment and he was hired by the leasing office, he had a key and came right in, calling down the hallway to see if anyone was home. Totally confused as to what was going on I tumbled out of bed and into the hallway, still in my pajamas--my purple Grumpy pajamas and flimsy green camisole that wasn't quite laying on me properly.

It was a little awkward. My roommate finally came out of her room, and her shirt was kinda see through, and we were both missing our glasses and squinting a whole lot.

I'm sure the guy thought we were nuts. Anyway, he started spraying, we both disappeared into our rooms to put on sweatshirts, and now the whole apartment smells like bug killer, which is apparently okay for us to be around and breathe, but I still can't help imagining me inhaling poison with every breath.

But at least there's no more ants. Just, you know, a lot of ant corpses in the walls.

Okay, so I know I'm not the most clean or organized person in the world. The piles of laundry around my room can attest to that, but sometimes my roommates do things that really gross me out.

Like, leaving their dirty dishes in the sink for a week until I finally get sick of the smell and do them myself. Or, when they finally do their dishes, they do them in the wrong side of sink! Not the side with open drain and garbage disposal, so that everything can be washed away, but the side without the garbage disposal. And they never clean the sink afterwards, they just leave it like that, bits of food scattered all around, and the wash cloth and sponge sitting in a gross crumbled pile in the middle of it, not rinsed out, still with bits of food clinging to it.

It seriously grosses me out.

It smells, and more often than not there is no other wash cloth clean so I have to clean everything out before I start on my dishes. Ugh. I always feel like I have to go take a shower or something afterwards. Blech.

Also, they clearly don't know how to use a dishwasher. Neither of them have used one before, and I can't seem to make it clear enough for them that they have to rinse the dishes before they put them in. Other wise it just doesn't get them clean.

*sigh*

Anyway, I know I haven't been around a lot here lately, and I'm seriously sucking in the replying to comments section, but real life has been kicking my ass and I haven't had a lot of time for LiveJournal. Hopefully that will change, and I'll have time not only to write again, but hang out here with you awesome people. :)

So, I tried to pay my rent online for the first time this month. Last month, I didn't know how, so my roommate just paid the whole thing and then had me pay her. However, she showed me how to do it online and I thought that was how we were going to do it from now on. Apparently not, since a few days ago she asked why I hadn't paid her rent yet. I guess she had already paid the whole thing this month, and then expected me to give her a check, when I told her that I paid online she grew upset because she needed the money to fix her car. The conversation was just a little bit awkward.

And then it got worse. She called to check on the account, and they said they didn't get anything from me. Nothing. I don't know how I ended up screwing up the online payment, considering it was very simple form, but I guess some how I did, since they didn't any form at all from me. I learned about this yesterday when, while I was napping in my room, Lys was talking to her parents on the phone right outside my door. I heard her talking about how she didn't want to believe that I'm just trying to get out of rent, but maybe that was just because she always "looked for the good in people."

Gah. Now I feel like the shitty roommate who can't depended on. Sometimes I really hate the iternet. This isn't the first time it has screwed me over in some way.

In any case, today when I was leaving for class I walked into an ambush. Her parents had driven two hours to come here, so they could talk to me about rent and then told me they wanted me to sign a contract with Lys saying that I will pay my rent on time from now on or she will take me to small claims court and kick me out of the apartment. I think that's a bit of an overreaction, since it was just a mixup, but I was getting late to class and I was outnumbered three to one in my living room, with these people I've never met before but are co-signers on the lease, so I said I would.

*sigh* I like my roommates, and it's not hard to live with them, but sometimes I really wish I could have found an affordable apartment for just myself.


In related news, I still haven't received my student loans. Apparently, the loan company screwed up or something, because two thousand students forms were lost--they said they had never applied at all, even though they did--and now I have to go through the whole loan process again. This sucks.

I'm going to see Styx and Kansas in concert tonight. I'm so excited!! :D

So, my cousin Christina has been trying to get me to meet this guy named Josh. She says it's just because we both go to the same college and we'd be good friends, but really, it's not hard to see through that. Especially with her husband grabbing the phone every time she talks about it and asking me if I thought he was hot from the facebook pictures I saw.

Anyway, today I was at her house and her husband came in and mentioned something about hanging out with Josh and the rest of the guys at the Waffle House down the street. When Christina immediately pulled him inside the laundry room to speak to him I knew something was up. When she suddenly decided she was tired and needed to drop me and my little sister back off at our house, it was confirmed. So it was no surprise that instead of driving past the Waffle House she pulls up to it, parks the car and says to me, "How much do you love me?"

Josh and "the rest of the guys" turned out to be a group of seven, all drinking coffee or pop and just sitting in the restaurant for hours smoking cigarette after cigarette. Josh and I smiled awkwardly at each other after we were introduced and exchanged less than three sentences before the conversation was lost to Chad and Bobby's impression of Christina's goofball husband. Thankfully, the whole visit lasted less than fifteen minutes, but I came out with a headache and stinky clothes from all the smoke.

For some reason everyone has been obsessed with my dating life here lately. My dad gave my friend James the "don't you hurt my daughter" talk because he thought we were dating (definitely not), my mother gives me this knowing look any time I mention the name of guy from school, no matter how unimportant that mention is, my little sister tried to set me up with this nineteen year old she met at one of her band's concerts, but it turned out he was more interested in her (which ew, 'cause she's fifteen) and for some reason Christina's husband Jake is obsessed with the idea of me marrying his best friend Chad. Today he sat down next to me, all serious, and tried to make me promise to marry Chad if I turned thirty and neither of us were with someone by then.

I don't get this fascination with my romantic life. And I don't agree with my dad that being twenty-one years old and single makes me "The Mayor of Spinterville."

*rolls eyes*


Using the Doctor Who icon, 'cause it's pretty and I haven't used it in a while. :)

Today has sucked. My car got towed, I don't have a hundred dollars cash, or a ride to the towing place--I'm probably going to have to call my parents (ugh), I'm on my period and I've got cramps so bad that I can't stand up straight. I had ride a bike to my classes like this, and I wanted to cry by the time I got there. I've nauseous all day, and I'm pretty sure that I failed my english pop quiz because I was so out of it I couldn't think, and everything was short answer.

I just want to roll over and die already.

Or maybe build a fort out of blankets, sheets and pillows, get a bucket of chocolate, a good book and a bottle of water and just crawl in and stay there for the rest of the week.

I signed up for a writing fundraiser for Doctors Without Borders today. (Check it out here!) I'm offering up a timestamp to my J2 fic, This Lane Closed. Already have most of it planned out, but I'm pushing it aside so I can focus on another J2 AU I'm working on (They have taken over my braaaiiiiin!!!) right now. It's taking a little longer than I thought it would because it's centered around a playlist, and I need to go through a whole lot of music to find lyrics that fit. (This is not a songfic however, I just need bits and pieces to fit with the theme.)

Anyway, the fundraiser and actually having a deadline should make sure that my timestamp fic idea doesn't just fall in the cracks while I work on this. Hopefully, anyway.

I should probably, however, stop focusing so much on fandom and actually read a little of the introduction to Shakespeare I have to get done. I really wish we just jumped right in with the plays for this class, the intro is over a hundred pages long and extremely dry.

Finished season three of Supernatural, as well as the first episode of season 4.

( Thoughts here. )

That got a little long. Heh.

Anyway, I've been kind of MIA here lately. I moved into my apartment Saturday, and I've started classes so I've been busy. My brother is still at the stress center, and they've started him on a higher dose of antipsychotics. I'm hoping he'll be able to go home soon. Meanwhile, I'm just happy to be away from the insanity that is my parents.

I'm at the hotel computer right now, waiting for my family to hurry up and get ready so we can go to breakfast, and avoiding the insanity in our room.

Sharing a hotel room with four other members of your family isn't as fun as it sounds, and it really didn't sound much fun to begin with.

I couldn't get to sleep--I've never been very good at sleeping in hotel rooms, with the terrible air conditioner that is always either two hot or too cold, the steet lights through the window, my little sister randomly rolling on top of me. I finally fell asleep sometime after four, not happy about waking up four hours later, and my dad woke me up around five by jerking awake yelling and cursing.

A bad dream. He gets those a lot.

He doesn't go to bed after that, but roams the room for hours, getting ice, getting milk, grumbling about the bed, the AC, the dark and I really wanted to just grab something off the bedside table and chuck it at him, in the hopes that it would knock him out for a few more hours, but instead I just rolled over and tried to sleep through it all.

No such luck.

Now we've got a theme park to go to, I've had very little sleep and my older sister is already pissed off at my parents and bitching about not wanting to go to breakfast because it will "waste the day," which is just ticking my parents off, so I have to hear them bitch about it.

I might add sororicide to the list.


Supernatural icon because I feel sorry for anyone who has to live in hotels for most of their lives.