My Garbage and a Beast

I've decided that cleaning is just not my forte. I find it impossible to keep my apartment clean. Don't get me wrong, I do clean it (I'm not that unhygenic), but it never gets completely clean, It's a mystery to me; it's like there's a beast living in my apartment...and it's not me. No matter how well I clean the floors I always see more dirtyness, glistening in the sunlight that's shining in through the window, not even five minutes after I've finished. And more often than not it's hair. Not only am I living with a beast, but it's a hairy beast, an invisible hairy beast that must be almost bald by now. I think I've collected enough hair now to donate to cancer and make a wig.
But that's another problem. I've always wondered if hair goes in the 'burnable' garbege or the 'unburnable' garbege. Japan likes to make garbege collecting more difficult than the average country, I think, and you have to think hard before you dispose of your unwanted rubbish: seperate the plastics, but bottles go in a seperate bin (as long as you take off the labels), and if it doesn't have the 'pura' mark, put it in the regular trash; the regular trash can take most paperish items, but put styrofoam in a completely different container, only after washing it thoroughly. There's a three month calender they distribute so you can coordinate your schedule with the garbege pick-up days; some days it's burnable, some days it's non-burnable, sometimes newpapers and magazines, sometimes cans and bottles, tins another. It's quite complicated for me. I just want to throw my garbege out when it's full and stinky... but if it's not that kind of garbege day it gets to hang out in my apartment and make it stink for another few days.
So back to the hair...it can burn, but it's not such a pleasant smell when it does, so do I put it in the unburnable? You can't really make anything out of it, like a wheelchair, a handrail, or a plastic bucket, so I guess that demotes it back to the unburnable...
I think the beast should just move out. Along with my new neighbor that just moved in (I didn't used to have anybody on either side), and the guy downstairs and to the left that likes to chant/sing every morning. You can hear everybody do everything in this apartment, including the grocery bags rustling when they come home from Itoku and every time they clear their throat. I feel sorry for the other people in the apartment because of my noise though: the guitar playing and singing (sometimes at 10:30pm because I'm not home the other hours of the day), the miscelaneous thumps from the things I drop, the music I play and the phone calls at awkward times of the day. But I guess they'll survive...and I'll survive too, my never-ending adventure in this crazy country of small little things.
And when I come home and eventually have my own house I'm getting a maid.