The Tale of the Car Wash

So today after work I had to run to the store.

On the way I saw the car wash and realized that it wasn't supposed to rain for a week

and I really, desperately, honestly needed a car wash.

So I did it and on the way out I realized that there were vacuums I could use for free.

I made a few mistakes throughout this whole process.

Mistake #1: I didn't realize that I was wearing a skirt until I was in the middle of the car wash

Mistake #2: I decided to vacuum out my car, while wearing said skirt

Mistake #3: I had to crouch down a little to vacuum out my lovely car, but didn't realize that there was some water on the pavement

Mistake #4: Letting my skirt touch the ground while I was vacuuming - this resulted in a soaking wet hem on the back of my skirt

Mistake #5: Doing all of this before my trip to the store

Yes, I walked through Albertson's with a skirt that was pretty close to dripping water.

Needless to say, from now on, before I go to the car wash I'll think twice about my attire.

It's a Passion

Today I woke up, ate a hearty breakfast of banana bread that I made at midnight last night, and then got to cleaning.

 I spent just under four hours cleaning my apartment.

I cleaned every room (besides the other girls rooms...), washed the windows, and even cleaned out the refrigerator and freezer.

I don't know what it is...

Maybe it's that I can just zone out and focus on my music, usually Frank Sinatra or Adele radio on Pandora.

Maybe I'm a little OCD and I just love the feeling of making things clean.

I do know...

I was raised in a very clean household and since moving out, I've inherited my mother's traits of keeping a home clean.

I feel so much better about everything when I'm living in a clean space.

I'm excited for my parents and my older sister and her family to come visit and see me living in my apartment. Maybe that's what possessed me to spend an entire day cleaning.

It was a good day.

It made me happy.

Everything is clean.

Now we'll see how long it lasts...

Wanted

1-3 female roommates.

MUST KNOW HOW TO:

Keep the apartment clean. This includes...

a) wiping down the counter after you flood it with water, crumbs and/or sticky things

b) Sweep the floor, especially if your idea of wiping down the counter is pushing your crumbs to the floor

c) do your dishes - clean them out and then put them in the dishwasher. If the washer is full, wash them out and wait until you (or another roommate) unload the clean dishes.

d) take out the trash - and then put another trash bag in the trash can (novel concept...)

e) put away your blow dryer/straightener/curling iron/towels/etc.

f) vacuum the floor on occasion

g) put away your food after using it and/or eating

Please no inquiries if you don't feel as though these are common courtesies.

I'll be especially interested if you can keep your room clean and free from growing weird smells.

On second thought,

I think it's time Kathryn Norman, Haley Adams, Emily Chandia and I invest in an apartment of our own.

Procrastination

It's finals week.

That means one thing:

I'll find any way and do anything to procrastinate.

Today that meant coming home from class and spending an hour and a half deep-cleaning my apartment.

I even washed down the trash can...

Who does that, you may ask?

Well, yours truly.

Not only do I love cleaning, but it's even more enjoyable when you're putting off something that you really really really don't want to do.

I worked up an appetite with all of that cleaning, so I turned to my next form of procrastination:

Cooking.

I made an insanely delicious lunch today...

A cheese and chicken quesadilla (chicken that I cooked last night for dinner, shredded).

I even contemplated going to the store to get an onion and sour cream, but I just couldn't fathom procrastinating that much.

So now that I've been home from class for nearly two and a half hours, deep-cleaned, cooked, and blogged, I think I have no choice than to start on that horribly haunting English project.

Who wants to go get some ice cream?

Sincerely Yours

Dear mom and dad,
I am terribly sorry for all of the times that I didn't do my dishes, or clean up after myself, or put things away after using them. I'm also sorry for being a brat on occasion, especially in the mornings. I'm sorry for sometimes being really grumpy for no apparent reason. If I ever forgot to lock the door, I apologize for that as well.
Just so you know, if I ever come back home to live with you I'll be the best daughter you could ask for.
Apartment living has taught me a thing or two (or ten or twenty) about being responsible, taking a chill pill, and just being happy.
Love,
Your daughter, Melissa

P.S. Mom - I am especially sorrowful for taking your daily home-cooked meals for granted. I'm afraid I may always regret that.

High School Graduation

One year ago today!