Saturday, December 22, 2007

Oh there's no place like home for the holidays...

Or so I'm told. I'll get back to you on that in, oh, about 7 hours or so.

I have a confession to make. I didn't actually get around to cleaning my room last night. I gathered up what portion of the dirty clothes was going to be washed prior to my journey (because, yes, I have such an extensive amount of dirty laundry that it requires multiple trips... and I lug a LOT of laundry when I go). Then I sort of threw the shoes into the closet and called it a night. Having one room left to clean after the holidays isn't so bad, especially considering that the rest of the apartment is freaking immaculate.

Which sort of bugs me out. I don't like it when things are too clean, or too put together. It makes me feel like I'm in a hotel, or a guest somewhere, instead of in a place where someone (namely, me) lives.

Which explains why the place is usually a wreck. In case you couldn't tell, I have a tendency to take things to extremes.

It's odd, I haven't put my glasses on at all today, and I keep having to squint at the screen. Now that I wear my glasses/contacts religiously, I've forgotten just how crappy my vision is. And here I am walking around in a blur and wondering how the hell I ever functioned like this. For several years I almost never wore my glasses, and the prescription was so outdated anyway that when I finally got a new one it had nearly doubled!

Getting old sucks.

However, when hauling one's ass out of bed at 8:00-ish in the morning in order to do laundry, being able to see clearly really isn't at the top of the priority list. Kinda like, if you can't read the clock, then it's really not as early as it feels :)

And it seems that 8:45am on a Saturday? Perfect time to do laundry. There was one other person in the laundromat, so I was able to get 2 large machines side-by-side, rather than scattering my laundry through multiple tiny machines in different locations (and effectively paying twice as much). Also the cute little coffee shop next door opens at 9am, and if you pop in right when they open it's not jam-packed like it is later in the day. So I was able to get my insanely cheap bagel w/ cream cheese and massive coffee and actually sit on a comfy couch to eat it.

And the crowning glory... I found $10 in a pair of jeans! You know what this means? It means that one of those hungover mornings when I opened my wallet and thought "crap! how the hell did I manage to spend so much money last night?!?"... I actually hadn't. I had just failed to properly empty my pockets.

I feel like I should take that $10 and go buy lottery tickets or something.

Also while checking the washing instructions on my red Dickie's I glanced at the size tag and saw that they are a size 5... and they currently fit without inducing muffin top. This also makes me smile :)

I'm flattered (though a bit surprised) that everyone likes my teenage poetry. I haven't been able to write a decent poem in years... maybe I ought to try again.

Right, time to go be productive. I've got 2 hours until I need to leave the house and first I must shower and pack--and quadruple check to make sure I haven't forgotten anything important... like presents!

Hope everyone has a lovely weekend!


Anonymous said...

Hooray for getting all that done! I can't manage to roll out of bed before nine, ever, so for you to be doing laundry and eating? Major props.

Princess of the Universe said...

To catch up:
Congrats on the cleaning!
I loved your poem!
Happy Holidays!

Deutlich said...

it sounds a little like you and I share a common theme with the untidiness. I'm no fan of places that don't feel lived in and I am the worst at waiting until I absolutely *have* to do laundry. Apparently I was a clothes whore in a previous life and now I get to deal with the repercussions.


Princess Pointful said...

My apartment isn't nearly as clean as I would like it to be when I get home.

Hope you got home safe and have a very merry Christmas!!

Hope said...

I'm taking a guess that Dickie's are jeans? Or pants of some sort? Same thing happened to me on the weekend. No muffin top!(How much do I luuurve that expression?) Finally. At least, unrequited crushes are good for one thing, hey?