My Mumbling Thoughts

God I'm rank.

That's what happens when you've been cleaning ALL AFTERNOON.

I guess I don't do things by half.

Today has been successful in many ways; first, I left the flat, which, let's be honest here, is a major accomplishment for me. Not only did I just leave the flat, but I even got on a bus, went into Putney, paid some more of my rent, AND went to the grocery store. Let us also mention that while I was at the grocery store, I spent £10 less than I thought I would spend, which is always a good thing.

Oh yeah, and one important thing that I bought whilst at the grocery store? A six pack of Diet Coke. Oh hells yeah. I have a hunch that me not having my daily dose of crack is why I've been so - blah - this week. Because after I had one sip of that sweet nectar, I was up and about in no time (yeah, I know it's probably all in the mind, but whatevs). It was so damn good that I had TWO WHOLE CANS. And I'll be damned if I didn't feel fucking spectacular.

I cleaned the flat, and out of nowhere I decided to clean Trish's room, just because... There was no real reason except that her room was there and it has been sitting with the door shut needing to be cleaned for weeks now. I've been putting it aside because I've been scared of what was hiding and waiting in there for me, but today I had no qualms with snapping on some yellow rubber gloves and diving in. I went all out as well, opening the window and lighting a candle. Now the door is staying open just so I can see the beauty I've created every time I walk past. It's just a shame that she's not here to see it and properly live in it.

I cleaned my room, did a load of laundry and vacuumed everything. The flat still disgusts me, but at least now I can walk around barefoot without picking up an entire rug of lint on the bottom of my feet. I almost want to invite someone over so they can stare in awe of my mad cleaning skills.

Of course now I feel like I can't cook anything or make the slightest mess without cleaning it up straight afterwards. I suppose that's a good thing, but it gets annoying real quick. I mean, hair is going to fall from my head onto the floor, and I just don't have the energy to clean my floor every single day. Effort.

Looking at the calendar, though, I see that we only have about a week and a half left here in this shit hole. Then we'll be moving into Helen's house for a couple of weeks until it's time for her to head off to Paris for a year (!). Then I'll go stay with Alex, and then move on campus. It's going to be a mission, but anything is better than staying here where I need to have a can of Raid attached to my hip like a pistol in case any random bugs decide to surprise me. The ones that fly are the worst, because they freak out and fly in random directions until they finally fall dead on the ground. I run and scream trying to keep them away from me so they don't land in my hair, whilst holding my breath from the fumes. The worst one was when a HUGE moth was in the shower with me, and I ran out of the bathroom screaming completely naked and soaking wet with shampoo still in my hair. Thankfully Helen wasn't here to witness my moment of insanity, but ever since then, I always have the Raid within arm's reach.

What was I even talking about? Oh right, leaving this shit hole. Yes. I'm really looking forward to it. I'm also looking forward to mooching off my friends for a couple of weeks and living in a real house. We already know how much I love it.

I'm tired again. I think I'm going to have another Diet Coke.