Words Unspoken|Today is where your book begins, the rest is still unwritten.

I’m telling you, the internet is crazy boring these days. I thought I was alone in my complete and utter dullness, but nope, everyone else seems to share my lifestyle. Makes me just want to scream “HELLO? IS ANYONE OUT THERE?” real loud in my modem or something, but I’m pretty sure that’d get no results and then where would I be? Sitting here just as bored as before, but with a cat staring me in the face wondering why I’m screaming at inanimate objects. Oh well, at least it’d be something.

Stacy just made the internet a tiny bit more interesting for me:

[01:08] Stacy: Spacy Stazy is Spacy
[01:08] Stacy: try saying that 3 times fast
[01:08] Ang: not gonna happen
[01:08] Ang: lol
[01:08] Ang: I keep thinking “spazzy” with the sp and the z
[01:08] Stacy: haha
[01:08] Stacy: well i’m spazzing too
[01:09] Ang: wait
[01:09] Ang: why are you Stazy?
[01:09] Ang: I thought you were Stacy
[01:09] Stacy: …..
[01:09] Stacy: i can’t
[01:09] Stacy: spell my name
[01:09] Ang: HAHAHHAA
[01:09] Stacy: that’s sad

Annnyway… I don’t know. I’ve trolled my favourite message boards, read about celebrity stupidity, looked up SATC stuff, read people’s blogs (which I still don’t have many to read, because of the reasons detailed in this post…) and done every single thing that I could think of and I’m still bored. Seriously.

I spent almost five hours in the laundry room today, making sure that nobody ruined my clothes and then had the pleasant task of hauling it all upstairs to the apartment. Thank goodness for elevators, and even more for the fact that Matt happened to be home when I came wandering in with a handful of towels and panted “Laundry… in hallway… come help…” If it weren’t for him, I’d probably be passed out in the hallway amongst a pile of clean, wrinkled clothes. Note to self: one load at a time is a good thing. Or a cart. With wheels.

Obviously, it’s a great deal to a woman’s heart, too. Including my own.

I need to vent. After this morning, I had a rough day. The middle wasn’t so bad. After I got my laundry out of the dryer (still wet, mind you, because our apartment complex is cheap and won’t get good dryers) and took forever to fold it, I had a rather good day. I did some PvP with my guildmates (friends), I watched two episodes of House with Matt, ate a yummy dinner, started a new neighbourhood in The Sims 2… The day was going good.

Then… I started raiding. I’m in Hyjal tonight, which isn’t very shadowpriest-friendly to begin with. But my computer went berserk and I’ve died on both bosses we’ve killed so far, I’m way far down on the meters (yes, damage meters - they’re not everything but it’s a good judge of if I’m pulling my weight) and I’m generally feeling like tonight, raiding sucks. Oh, and one of my headphones is shorting out again and making freaky noises and not working. Why can headphones not last for me? I take good care of them. They’re always put away and in a safe spot. So why do they die?

Also, tomorrow I’m restarting this “diet” and “exercise” thing. I am so tired of shooting myself in the foot every time I start doing well. It just gets so tiring after a while that I want to give up. I just want to be happy, you know? I want to be content with myself.

* Quote from Francesco Guicciardini

Anyone have any Cheetos? I’d like to pull a stunt similar to this commercial. I took my laundry downstairs to wash it, put it in the washer, came upstairs, and returned 30 minutes later. The washers take 25-30 minutes. I get down there, only to discover that my clothes have been taken out of the washer, set on top of a dusty washer next to it, and someone’s put their clothes in. My clothes are still practically dripping wet! This isn’t the first time this has happened, nor is it the second, or even the third. It happens quite frequently. So there I was, with a pile of wet clothes on a dusty washer (so much for washing the things, seriously) and a bag full of dirty clothes waiting for the washer, thinking how wonderful it was that I dragged the bag of clothes down there to wash when there was obviously no washers left, since they had to stoop to taking mine OUT of the washer… Except, there were two washers right next to the one my clothes were in, completely empty. Call me stupid, but if you open a washer and there’s clothes in it, wouldn’t you go look for one that didn’t have clothes in it before taking their freshly clean clothes out and leaving them in a big pile? I sure would. Maybe I’m in the wrong here.

Add to that the fact that I woke up early this morning, was all prepared to face the day, and a half hour later, Matt walks in the room and says “The cat puked. Twice. In the bathroom.” So, lucky me, I got to go clean that up, and while doing so, the toilet decided to overflow. Not to mention the fact that despite the puking incident, I highly doubt Matt’s dad will stop giving her half a bag of treats per day. Okay, I exaggerate. But I have the right to, on a day like today!

Can I just go to bed and start over? It’s only 11:30 - maybe if I do it before noon?