I don't know what's happening.
I wasn't sleepy, so I didn't start getting ready for bed until around 1:30 am. Then I got distracted and went to bed around 2:30. I couldn't go to sleep, so I got back up at 3:00.
I cleaned the sink and finally got rid of the yellow stain at the bottom.
I cleaned the fridge, because my roommate spilled God-Knows-What, and it made a solid layer at the bottom of the fridge. Also, under no circumstances, ever, should there be a reason for someone's hair (not mine) to be in the fridge.
I swept, sprayed, dusted, disinfected, sanitized.
And then, since I still wasn't sleepy, I started packing to go home on Tuesday.
Then I got distracted and played dress-up. Playing dress-up is my secret guilty pleasure, and sometimes I wish I could be a professional costume lady for movies and plays. Tonight, I invented costumes for The Librarian, The Geisha, The Victorian-Era Lady, The Hooker, The Ninja, The Medieval Noblewoman, The Clubgoer, and others which had no definite name or function or remotely resembled anything.
With the contents of my closet. Clothes I wear every day. I should probably mention that 1) my wardrobe is rather small and 2) I have, shall we say, eclectic taste in clothing.
I eventually got tired of it, and now I don't know what to do. Maybe I will write my aunt because it was her birthday Thursday and she sent me that card with the demonic light-up, sound-effect sheep for my birthday.
The Roommate From Not Quite Hell has gone home today. Her side of the room looks empty. Also, it is quiet. No one is snoring, no one is listening to death metal, no one is watching online episodes of Family Guy. She did leave a copious amount of cleaning to do, but at least it's a bit less than there could be. Also, she got me a Christmas present. I feel bad for not getting her anything. Maybe I will get her something when we get back from break.
It's almost 5:00 am now. I have never been that unsleepy that late before.
I should use this energy to study for finals. The thing is, I've had the whole week to study, but I just don't have the motivation to. I only need a 72 on either of the tests I am taking to get an A in the first class and a B in the second. In theory, if I got a 98 on my Chemistry final, I could get an A in the class. But it is the kind of test that has "Find the meaning of the Universe using epoxide reactions, and show the mechanism. a) What is the meaning of life? b) Are there parallel universes? c)Does Markovnikov's rule apply, and why or why not?" as the last question. The kind of question that the answer to is not 42.
Ernest the Betta Fish made his fishbowl incredibly dirty in a very short time. It's crazy the amount of poop such a small thing can generate. Too bad for him, I'm not cleaning until Tuesday when I transfer him to the travel container.
Looks like I'm going to be up for a while more. Maybe after today I will be able to sleep again, like I haven't been able to in a week.
I wasn't sleepy, so I didn't start getting ready for bed until around 1:30 am. Then I got distracted and went to bed around 2:30. I couldn't go to sleep, so I got back up at 3:00.
I cleaned the sink and finally got rid of the yellow stain at the bottom.
I cleaned the fridge, because my roommate spilled God-Knows-What, and it made a solid layer at the bottom of the fridge. Also, under no circumstances, ever, should there be a reason for someone's hair (not mine) to be in the fridge.
I swept, sprayed, dusted, disinfected, sanitized.
And then, since I still wasn't sleepy, I started packing to go home on Tuesday.
Then I got distracted and played dress-up. Playing dress-up is my secret guilty pleasure, and sometimes I wish I could be a professional costume lady for movies and plays. Tonight, I invented costumes for The Librarian, The Geisha, The Victorian-Era Lady, The Hooker, The Ninja, The Medieval Noblewoman, The Clubgoer, and others which had no definite name or function or remotely resembled anything.
With the contents of my closet. Clothes I wear every day. I should probably mention that 1) my wardrobe is rather small and 2) I have, shall we say, eclectic taste in clothing.
I eventually got tired of it, and now I don't know what to do. Maybe I will write my aunt because it was her birthday Thursday and she sent me that card with the demonic light-up, sound-effect sheep for my birthday.
The Roommate From Not Quite Hell has gone home today. Her side of the room looks empty. Also, it is quiet. No one is snoring, no one is listening to death metal, no one is watching online episodes of Family Guy. She did leave a copious amount of cleaning to do, but at least it's a bit less than there could be. Also, she got me a Christmas present. I feel bad for not getting her anything. Maybe I will get her something when we get back from break.
It's almost 5:00 am now. I have never been that unsleepy that late before.
I should use this energy to study for finals. The thing is, I've had the whole week to study, but I just don't have the motivation to. I only need a 72 on either of the tests I am taking to get an A in the first class and a B in the second. In theory, if I got a 98 on my Chemistry final, I could get an A in the class. But it is the kind of test that has "Find the meaning of the Universe using epoxide reactions, and show the mechanism. a) What is the meaning of life? b) Are there parallel universes? c)Does Markovnikov's rule apply, and why or why not?" as the last question. The kind of question that the answer to is not 42.
Ernest the Betta Fish made his fishbowl incredibly dirty in a very short time. It's crazy the amount of poop such a small thing can generate. Too bad for him, I'm not cleaning until Tuesday when I transfer him to the travel container.
Looks like I'm going to be up for a while more. Maybe after today I will be able to sleep again, like I haven't been able to in a week.
2 comments:
Thanks for following my blog. What a bizarre coincidence that I just did an entire post dedicated to my disgusting refrigerator yesterday. Enjoy your winter break!
Thanks!
See, I keep telling myself that I am following enough blogs, and then I go on a discovery streak and find ones that are funny and, you know, real life with real people. So then I start reading them.
I'm not sure I'd take measures as drastic as to install hand sanitizer on that fridge, but, oh boy, when I go on a cleaning spree, no one better stand in my way.
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