Cleanin: no good can come of it. Part 1

So I decided to clean my apartment last week. I had two days off in a row and spent the first one at my sisters house which was kind of fun even though she's still a bitch for making fun of me. The second day I up and just decided to clean. I don't know what I was thinking clearly I was out of my mind for the day. I was on a mission to kill all the spiders. They lived long and prosper enough lives that I thought it was time that they move on to a better place. Now to start with what I was trying to kill were all the daddy longleggs that were in the corners of my ceiling (I know that really is cleaning). I started with my makeshift bookshelf which hasn't been clean since I put it up about a year ago. I took everything off, wiped the nine inches of dust off everything. Then I thought I since I'm REALLY cleaning I should move it so I can vacum under it. Here's where things start to go wrong for me.
Everything is off the shelfs, and scatter accross my living room floor in neat piles of mess. I move half of the bookshelf thingy cause its long. And this huge black spider is sitting there. I know I wanted to get rid of the spiders, but ish that was gross. I did however run to the kitchen and grab my trusty can of raid and sprayed the hell out of it. Then it proceeded to crawl under the shelf I just moved. I was trying to figure out why it wasn't dead yet. Then I noticed the smell wasn't as bad and it normally was. Then I realized that I was spraying lysol on it and not raid. So instead of being dead it was just really really clean. Of course I ran to get the right bottle, and killed the fucker. Then I was freaking out a bit. It was rather large and icky. I did however power through and kept cleaning. I proceeded on this time more carefully, because the more careful you are with the moving of things the less likely that there will be nasty spiders underneath right? Wrong... This time there was a rather large nasty whitish spider, and this fucker was fast as hell. I did have the raid, so if you can imagine, I was spraying raid ass fast as I could back and forth as the stupid thing ran around. Took it a little longer to die then I thought it should but dead it was at long last. Then I tipped over th bookshelf just to be on the safe side and this time there were no spiders, so I felt safe in knowing that there were at least no spiders in that one corner of my apartment.
I finished cleaning all the crap on the bookshelfs and as those of you that have seen them know, there is a lot of crap. Then I proceeded to put everything back. I had my windows wide open at this time, as I was only trying to kill the spiders with the raid and not actually myself. I was just about to move onto another section of the living room when this huge gust of wind blew everything in my apartment all over the place. It actually blew the blinds straight up, so that they were hanging horizontally. I'll be honest when I say I kind of scared the crap out of me. It was tottally out of now where. Well not tottally because I knew there was suppose to be a huge storm but the sky wasn't even dark yet. It was out of no where. Then the sky was black and the rain started a coming. I'm sure most of you know as you were there. About five min latter, the power goes off. Then I think fuck I haven't taken a shower I fucking smell bad, I have no power this blows. So it doesn't come right back on. I decided to go take a look outside and see whats up. The power also appeared to be on accross the street. So I walk out back. I did geniusly kick the cover off to the sewer drain so that the tree stuff didn't continue to clog it all up and then I would also have a flooded apartment. I got to the back yard and just went FUCK. No you would have said the same thing upon seeing the huge tree managled in your power lines. Lines a flying around. Then I had to think shit what does one do when there is a tree in there power lines. I mean I should probably call someone or something, but how does one call when one can't look up the number on the internet. Its so forgien. What ones does is call ones friend and make them look it up for them. My power was off for three days. It sucked. I did learn that my flashlight doesn't work. Only learned that after I spend ten dollars on batteries for it, and couldn't actually get the old batteries out of the flashlight because they were all kinds of fucked up. I dont' underestand really when after all these years they can't make batteries that don't leak. It doesn't make any sense. I'll post some lovely power outage pictures in a latter post.
On saturday when my power was finally suppose to be on. I stopped off at the wine store after a long night at work. It was like midnight, and I was walking back from the bus, and the fucking bottle of wine falls out of the bag and breaks all over the fucking sidewalk. I seriously almost cried. I was so irratated. I normally don't even take the damn bag. All because I thought cleaning was a good idea. Take it from me it never turns out the way its should.