Okay, So I've been a failure. I get it. But, for the first couple of days of my hiatus I literally had absolutely no time to write anything. And then I just plum forgot. You can curse me to die a slow and painful death involving clowns and dirty needles if you want, but I'm back now, so it's whatevs.
What Broke my Day: Cleaning my room, and the house. Because the craziness of the past week (on Friday I was so absolutely tired that I literally took 6 hours worth of naps, and then I went to bed at 10:30.) My house, and room especially has turned into a mix between a world war 2 battle zone, a hurricane, and an avalanche. It's disgusting to be honest. But I have two views on cleaning: If it's messy, I don't want to put the effort forth to clean, If it's clean I am willing to put forth the effort to keep it clean. This is not really helpful in any way at all. Which would explain why I'm blogging right now. Good old procrastination at it's finest. What's worse about my non-willingness to clean is that my mother insists I clean our living room. I agree that it's pretty vile at the moment, but I hate cleaning even MORE when my mom tells me to do it. I am still a teenager, so of course I want to do the opposite of what my mother says. I also can't clean when other people are around. It freaks me out, and I don't know why. I feel like they are watching me, and criticizing me while I'm doing it: stress equals more procrastination. On top of that I have a laundry list of things to do that I have to get done asap, and I don't particularly feel like doing those, because that would be cleaning also...cleaning up my life.Okay, good news. I just finished the living room while my parents were gone...well, I made it look decent enough to placate my mother. But of course that still leaves my bedroom. the floor covered in shoes, papers, and lots of dollar bills making me look like a stripper. I have my work cut out for me and I really don't want to do it. Picking up your room is like picking up your life, organizing everything and seeing what you own, but forgot you did. I don't want to pick up my life. I mean it even goes against the law of entropy....so I really should just let the planet do its thing.What made my day: Lots of things have made my week. Obviously the finest being the release of the Seventh Harry Potter movie, though I can't talk about it too much because I may cry a little bit at the whole end of the era thing, so new topic. I found the cord to recharge my bebook (the European nook/kindle...waaaaaay better), so I could download my book list for my English class this semester, and I didn't have to spend 40+$ on getting a new one. I found the most adorable perfect onsie for one of my good friends who is having her first baby (which is a big deal because she didn't know if she wanted kids). It's adorable, even though it was a pity buy because I caused a huge ruckus/scene at the store in which I first pretended I was pregnant with a food baby, and then almost knocked over a huge book display. The onsie is adorable and pink and says, "does this diaper make my butt look big?" which totally fits with her fabulous hair stylist mother. I also got my book list for my English class this semester, as I mentioned before, and even though I am now dreading it (Kafka, Joyce, Rousseau, Voltaire...I'm gonna die), except for the fact that we get to read my absolute favorite piece of literature, Faust by Goethe (If he were alive I wouldn't care how ugly, boring, or old he was...I would totally marry him, Goethe, not Faust because that would be awkward when I got to heaven).I think that will make it all worth it in the end. I also realized that in exactly 1 month and 1 day I will finally be back at college, and that makes me happy to no end. I miss my friends, my freedom, my schedule, my life. (Not to mention the boy(s), and the parties...I mean...I'm a good girl, I don't do those things....)That and the fact that my wifey Sarah may be able to come and help me move in, allowing her to meet some of my friends, and I can finally show her my campus. YAY. I'm sure a lot more things made me happy, but right now my room is whispering in my ear 'clean me, clean me' and I just can't resist it anymore.
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