PMSing at an all-time high
today i was given a reminder of why i don't come home often.
the weather was at a normal 90+ degrees in west covina. i had nothing to do during the day, so i figured i'd be a good kid and clean out the bathroom in the house. first, a little background on the cleaning situation of my house in west covina. to sum it up, my mom and brother are the messiest of the family (and they're the only two living in the house at the moment). occasionally, my sister comes home on a weekend to, sadly enough, clean up after the two and make the public areas of the house (living room, kitchen, etc.) at a presentable level. sometimes i'm called in to help clean too, especially when they're working on cleaning out the garage. and through all this cleaning (by the people who don't even live in the house), my mom has never failed in complaining about something regarding the cleaning. and today was not an exception.
so there i was, spending almost 3 hours in the bathroom with the heat and fumes from all the random cleaning products. i ended up with 2 full garbage bags of random crap... old toothbrushes, lotions, expired crap, blah blah blah... just stuff that i figured neither of the two has used in months. and after the three hours, i can peacefully say that i actually know what the hell is under our kitchen sink now (as opposed to random junk that's accumulated over the years).
so i head out somewhere with my brother and as we return to the house (barely pulling into the driveway), my mom comes out complaining that she can't find her pumice stone (you know... the thing that resembles a damn piece of rock that filipinos use to scrub their skin). she's mad that i threw it away, but i swear that thing had not been touched in months. that's how she is when it comes to OTHER people cleaning out HER stuff. she looks for things that are missing... even if she hardly uses the stuff.
she kept up with the tantrum and told my brother to search for the thing in the two garbage bags that i threw away. i refused to touch the garbage, but i just stood around to witness the nonsense (my mom and brother digging through our trash for a rock). so as she's going through the trash, she starts pulling out some of the things that i threw away... like an old ass bottle of shower gel. i was getting pissed off and told her that if she keeps anymore of that crap, i swore that i would NEVER AGAIN clean any part of that house (except for my own room obviously). she got mad at my threat for not ever wanted to clean again, so i just got pissed off and decided to come back to la where i don't get shit from people i'm doing favors for (i had planned to stay there at least until monday because she's always complaining that i never come home).
and throughout all that, i didn't get one thanks.
oh yeah, and in regards to the title of the entry... after that whole incident, i seriously wanted to do the whole angry crying deal while driving back to la, but i resisted and opted for singing out loud to kelly clarkson songs.
oh, and more evidence of pms-ing came along when i watched the video of this old backstreet boys song from a couple years back... i was just listening to the words and all of the sudden i felt like i was about to cry. you know, the moment right before you do, when your body kind of gets tense and there's a slight shiver down your spine (or maybe that's just what i experience when that happens).
yes, i said it was a backstreet boys song. and no, i will not tell you which song it was.
(and there goes that little ounce of pride i had left after today's events)
that's enough ranting from me for this entry... i'll go hide now.
the weather was at a normal 90+ degrees in west covina. i had nothing to do during the day, so i figured i'd be a good kid and clean out the bathroom in the house. first, a little background on the cleaning situation of my house in west covina. to sum it up, my mom and brother are the messiest of the family (and they're the only two living in the house at the moment). occasionally, my sister comes home on a weekend to, sadly enough, clean up after the two and make the public areas of the house (living room, kitchen, etc.) at a presentable level. sometimes i'm called in to help clean too, especially when they're working on cleaning out the garage. and through all this cleaning (by the people who don't even live in the house), my mom has never failed in complaining about something regarding the cleaning. and today was not an exception.
so there i was, spending almost 3 hours in the bathroom with the heat and fumes from all the random cleaning products. i ended up with 2 full garbage bags of random crap... old toothbrushes, lotions, expired crap, blah blah blah... just stuff that i figured neither of the two has used in months. and after the three hours, i can peacefully say that i actually know what the hell is under our kitchen sink now (as opposed to random junk that's accumulated over the years).
so i head out somewhere with my brother and as we return to the house (barely pulling into the driveway), my mom comes out complaining that she can't find her pumice stone (you know... the thing that resembles a damn piece of rock that filipinos use to scrub their skin). she's mad that i threw it away, but i swear that thing had not been touched in months. that's how she is when it comes to OTHER people cleaning out HER stuff. she looks for things that are missing... even if she hardly uses the stuff.
she kept up with the tantrum and told my brother to search for the thing in the two garbage bags that i threw away. i refused to touch the garbage, but i just stood around to witness the nonsense (my mom and brother digging through our trash for a rock). so as she's going through the trash, she starts pulling out some of the things that i threw away... like an old ass bottle of shower gel. i was getting pissed off and told her that if she keeps anymore of that crap, i swore that i would NEVER AGAIN clean any part of that house (except for my own room obviously). she got mad at my threat for not ever wanted to clean again, so i just got pissed off and decided to come back to la where i don't get shit from people i'm doing favors for (i had planned to stay there at least until monday because she's always complaining that i never come home).
and throughout all that, i didn't get one thanks.
oh yeah, and in regards to the title of the entry... after that whole incident, i seriously wanted to do the whole angry crying deal while driving back to la, but i resisted and opted for singing out loud to kelly clarkson songs.
oh, and more evidence of pms-ing came along when i watched the video of this old backstreet boys song from a couple years back... i was just listening to the words and all of the sudden i felt like i was about to cry. you know, the moment right before you do, when your body kind of gets tense and there's a slight shiver down your spine (or maybe that's just what i experience when that happens).
yes, i said it was a backstreet boys song. and no, i will not tell you which song it was.
(and there goes that little ounce of pride i had left after today's events)
that's enough ranting from me for this entry... i'll go hide now.